One Bite ✔️ (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 21...

Antonius stared at the fire outside of his own personal tent, fire danced in his cobalt blue eyes. A couple tents over, a large bonfire was ablaze and shadows of the underworld's army danced across the flames. A heavy drum beat echoed across the ground and moaning of an ancient hymn reached his ears.

    His blue eyes followed one shadow, a female wearing a long grey servant girl's gown. The sleeves fell from her shoulders, landing on her arms baring her shoulders to the world. Her curly blonde hair fell from her head in a long waterfall, daises mixed among the strands. Her eyes were shut and her head fell backwards as she danced around the bonfire, her hands floating around her. He stared at her lustfully; the need to finally have her was too strong.

    He stood up and walked over to the bonfire, everything was a fog around him except for the servant girl he needed. He came up on the bonfire and she twirled into him, her hair flying into his face, his nose flooded with the smell of daises, just as the song ended. She looked up at him, her brown eyes large with shock before turning into happiness.

    The next song started, a much more raw and pagan sound now flooded the landscape. It filled Antonius with animalistic lust and the need to claim her was overflowing his senses. He leaned down into her ear, his hands coming up to rest on her hips and whispered, "Lavender."

    She froze at his voice before leaning back into his body as he twirled her to stand in front of her. The other dancers grabbed their own partners and they began to dance. Antonius ran his hands up and down her waist and thighs gently waiting for her to push him away saying she didn't like him that way or because of her part, but she did neither. She stayed in front of him, her head thrown back against his shoulder, eyes shut to the world. Her hands rested themselves on his and guided him up and down her body. They began to rub against each other and then she spun out of his arms and he followed, rubbing themselves on one another as they made their way around the bonfire.

    Antonius was reminded of his memories with her, when he first met her:

    He was walking through the food gardens around the palace, searching for something that King Draco might desire. So far, he had found nothing. Oranges, pomegranates, olives, grapes, and plums were none of King Draco's favorites. He then walked into the apple orchard and froze. Their on the ground was a young woman, maybe about two decades old. She was curled around herself, her servant's clothes torn and her skin was dotted permanently with dirt and dark bruises. He could see the truth of what she had been through and what she died from in those bruises. He walked carefully up to her and gently touched her arm with his one hand. She gasped suddenly and sat up, her eyes wide with fear. She looked around at her surroundings before looking at him.

    His eyes went wide as he took her in. She had long, curly, blond hair; dirty like the Franks of the North, but her skin was the color of a Greek. Her eyes were chocolate spheres and he could see the pain within them. She was beautiful and he had never seen a woman such as her before.

    "Who are you?" she asked her voice music to his ear.

    "My name is Antonius," he responded, "I am King Draco's new personal servant."

    She looked around before back at him, her eyes glancing at his missing limb, "King Draco? Am I...?" she trailed off, but he knew what she meant.

    He nodded, "Yes, you're in the Underworld," she sighed and looked around as she got up off the ground. He stood up next to her, "What's your name?"

    She turned to look at him, sadness filling her eyes and never once in his life did he want to make someone so happy, "Lavender."

    He smiled at her, "Well Lavender, how about I take you to see King Draco? I think you will like his judgment on you," being Draco's personal servant definitely had its perks.

    Lavender and Antonius stopped dancing and stood before each other. Brown connected with cobalt, the fire burned bright in their eyes. The dancers continued around them, dancing with each other in their ancient steps. Raising his hand, he cupped Lavender's cheek softly and she leaned into it, her hands coming up to cup his hand. Her hand then ran up his arm, her fingertips tracing the muscles in his new arm, before coming to his neck.

    There she played the tuffs of blonde hair and her eyes connected with his again. He stayed still as she explored him. Then she rose up on the tips of her feet and with the music growing faster and faster around them, she connected their lips. His hands landed softly on her hips, she flinched and before he could pull away, she pushed her lips against his harder. He moaned against her and she reciprocated it, her hands tugging pleasurably in his hair.

    Lavender pulled away and looked up at him, a smile tugging at her lips. Antonius smiled back, complete happiness filling him at making her smile like that, "Do you want to...?" she trailed off and motioned toward their shared tent. He knew what she was talking about.

    "Only if you want to," the music was now going at a steady drum beat around them.

    Lavender looked down at the fire for a moment before looking up at him and she nodded, "I do," and Antonius lead her away, the music still going in its ancient beat behind them