The Kings Sibyl

Chapter Thirteen

Allison lay on my bed when Regan opened the mahogany bedroom door for me. With a flick of my hand the covers were pulled over her sleeping form, warming her up. The faucet to the tub turned on next, and towels made their way from the drawer toward the attached bathroom.
"Anything else I can help you with, madam?" Regan teased. I felt his eyes on me, shivers traveling down my spine.
"That will be all, Regan. Come wake me when breakfast is ready."
Regan bowed before exiting the room, the door shutting softly behind him.
A few moments later and I was moaning as I sunk into the bath water. A perfect mix between lavender and vanilla floated around me as the bubbles swarmed my body.
I found myself thinking about the events that had occurred this afternoon. How Elric had acted towards that woman. How he had treated me like a toy ever since my arrival, yet she deserved his respect.
I sighed, a strong gust of wind blowing through the bathroom entrance way as I let my anger get the better of me. With deep breaths I slowly calmed myself.
"I thought we understood each other, mouse."
A very large hand wrapped around my dark curls and yanked. My head slammed against a shoulder and pain erupted across my scalp. Very intoxicating pain.
"I want nothing to do with you, beast." I hissed. The hand tightened and pulled harder.
"Mm that matters not. What does matter, is that you do something when I tell you too. Is that clear?"
The hand tightened at my silence. I winced as a moan slipped out.
"This isn't punishment to you, is it?" He whispered. His other hand slipped into the water to run along my wet body. The kisses he trailed along my neck shattered my soul, marking me as his.
"You like this, do you not?"
His free hand smacked my large breast, water splashing. Tingles took over my entire body, my nipples hardened. Smack, smack. He paid each breast individual attention, as he slowly pulled harder on my hair, my head tilted back.
"I've never known a woman to have such, tender, such responsive breasts."
A louder moan rang through the bathroom, his expert fingers pinched my hard buds.
"I would give anything to taste you, my beauty."
He let my hair go, as he stood to undress.
Excitement ran through my veins, I had never seen him without clothes on. He shrugged out of his long sleeve shirt, muscles bulging with every move. Light blue, almost translucent ink marked his arms in the pattern of runes. Scars ran across his torso, signs of battle. His pants went next, and I felt my eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as I realized he wore no undergarments. He stood, thick, and proud, everywhere.