Dark Eros

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He massaged her skin, his hands rubbing the scented oil across her chest, gliding gently over her breast. She shuddered at the caress but did not move. His hands moving lower still, kneading her stomach before he slid them back up. He poured more onto his hands and proceeded to rub her arms. He rubbed down and then up, his large, warm hands playing over her shoulders, up her neck, stopping there.

She met his eyes then and it was obvious what was coming next. His breathing had changed, his touched more heated, the sparkle in his eyes more pointed. She grabbed for his wrist, trying to nip his passion in the bud, but already it was too late. Just being near her was his trigger and touching her...touching her was pure bliss.

He dragged her forward, kissing her as if he not had her that very morning, just hours ago. She pushed at his shoulders as his kiss deepened, leaving her gasping. She pried her lips away, turning her head, allowing him to kiss her cheek, her neck, her shoulder.

"Have you not held me enough?" She protested, "I can not take your need again!"

He cupped her chin in his hand, looking her in the eyes, eyes that enthralled him so, "You can and you will because I demand it. You have no right to deny me."

She said nothing, what could she say? He was a prince, the heir to the throne...everything he laid his hands on was his and that included her.

She was in his domain, in his bed chamber, on his bed, in his arms...was she not his?

He quickly untied his waist cloth, his manhood free before her. He lowered her onto her back, moving between her legs with ease. He kissed her once more, one of his hands between her legs, caressing her intimately. She writhed at his probing touch when he put not one finger inside her but two. She pushed at his chest, her hips betraying her as they bucked up.

She made a sound deep in her throat, muffled by his kiss. And suddenly his fingers were gone and he was inside her, his hands on her hips, his thrusting insistent.

She couldn't stop the movement of her hips, or the sigh that passed her lips. She was lost in his frenzy of need, her body surrendering to the pleasure he gave. Her grip on the silken sheets tightened as she felt a familiar bubbling in the lower half of her body that started to travel up, spreading, leaving her shuddering, shaking.

She turned away from his kisses, sucking in a breath of much needed air. He kissed her neck, her chin, her ear. "My name Ife, I will hear my name leave your lips. Now."

Despite herself, she did not refuse him. With her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut she screamed his name, "Fumnaya!"

The sound had him collapsing on top of her, hugging her close as he found his release. They stayed that way for a while, catching their breaths, gaining strength back in their weak limbs.

He sat up, his eyes of azure finding gratification in her appearance. There was thin veil of sweat on her body, wetness between her legs. Every breath she took was a shiver, her gaze hooded, her lips parted, her hair spread out on his sheets.

He resisted the urge to touch her, to caress her skin once more for he knew that he would hold her again. He satisfied himself with a kiss to her neck before standing, picking up his discarded waist cloth and tying it back in place. He watched her as he did so and she did the same, her eyes on him.

"You do not curse my name, why?" he asked, expecting her to cry her anger at him as she had that very morning after he had brought her to ecstasy over and over again.

"I do."

He chuckled, "In your head?"

"Yes, I curse your name and my gift and my body for not refusing you."

"You curse yourself?" He frowned, "You should not. Desire is no crime, Ife."

He reached for her, wrapping his arms around her waist, standing her up at his side. "You need not hate yourself for feeling pleasure."

She stayed silent for a moment, staring into his eyes instead, "I do not want bodily pleasures. I have never wanted them before."

He caressed her cheek, "And you hate yourself because you want them now? Because you enjoy my touch and what I make you feel? Because you can not deny the ecstasy you have experienced? You are a fool if you deny your nature."

She pushed his hand away, "I will be no more fools for you..."

He sighed, but did not grow angry with her. Instead his pulled a the ring off of his pinky finger and grabbed hold of her one of her wrist. She tried to pull away but he was much too strong. He slipped the ring on her forefinger before calling for the servant girls who were tending her.

Embarrassment clouding her face as she tried to run from his embrace. She was standing in his arms naked, pressed against his chest, the faint smell of what they had done and rose oil permeated the air.

The girls came in, although a smug look encompassed their faces.

Fumnaya cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "You will keep this ring on, I demand it." He turned to the servant girls, "Dress her in clothing fit for a visit with the king."

They nodded their understanding. Before he left her he kissed her in front of them, firmly, greedily, boldly.

Ife stood, shamefaced. Though they saw no reason for her to be so ashamed, it was natural, perceived as normal for the royal family to have bed mates, concubines. The smug looks on their faces were merely to point out the fact that she had denied being his bed partner. It was obvious what had been done, for they had been waiting outside the hut, had heard her scream his name.

As they began to dress her, she stayed silent.

"And yet you denied having enjoyed his affection." One of them laughed, "Your screams of pleasure said otherwise."