Blood King

Prologue (Edited)

Prologue

Deep within the night beyond the castle walls and through the stone corridors and hallways, not a soul to be seen, for those within the castle walls slept peacefully. But not all were truly sleeping.

In the recesses of the castle, there was a room that no one was allowed permitted entry unless it was given by the one who ruled, for the room itself belonged to the king. Normally it would be the case, but the king was gone, had been for a long time. The queen too was no longer in this world; the two had passed on from peculiar circumstances leaving behind their eldest son and youngest daughter three years ago.

Now the crown prince controlled what went on within the castle, monitoring everything while keeping his younger sister close, never allowing any man to get near. It was the one thing he would never allow.

Yet the prince himself had reasons for this, reasons he would not say out loud… for he had many secrets like any royal, but far darker ones then anyone would expect.

The hefty sounds of moans and shifting of sheets came from the chambers of the long dead king, the frantic moving of  bodies slick with sweat as a voluptuous woman wracked her nails over the back of a handsome, fair-haired man.

“My lord…!” The woman cried as she clung to him, her nails digging into his flesh as he thrust into her again and again in a repeated motion. “My lord, please give me everything, everything you have! I will accept everything you have to offer me.”

The man paused. “Everything, you say? Even your soul?”

“Yes!” The woman cried as he quickened his pace. “Yes I do! I do! I will give whatever his majesty desires! I want it! I want all that you have all that you can give, please!”

He smiled, saying nothing more as they continued, his tempo increasing as he changed positions and went even harder than before. The woman’s cries became louder and filled even more with passionate lust.

An hour passed. The woman now lay completely spent as she sprawled across the bed, breathing heavily. Her hair became plastered to her sweat-covered back while the man remained sitting on the edge of the bed looking calm and composed. After a few moments, the woman then sat up, draping herself over his broad shoulders and chuckling softly.

“You surprised me,” She said. “I did not expect you to be very good… I’ve heard that you’ve never been with a woman, not one, and yet… are you sure this was your first time?”

“Yes,” The man replied softly, “it was. Does it bother you?”

The woman laughed further. “No, in fact I am very pleased by it. I only hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“I will not lie to you, it was rather… interesting. I cannot truly put it into words.”

“Is that so?” She leaned in further, pressing her breasts against his broad back and whispered into his ear. “Then why not go again to see what those feelings that you have truly are? I am sure that over time if you wish your time with me will grow. Maybe even your sister will one day come to like me as well.”

He stilled, ice blue eyes staring across the room as if he was looking at something. Yet nothing but furniture and a painting was there. Silently he stood, stalk and unmoving like a statue. “I… I do not think my sister would approve of a person such as you. You are a whore, after all.”

The woman smirked. “As if that stopped you from bedding me, or other men either. You all want something from a woman that one of noble blood has but will never offer willingly. It is why many of you turn to women like us; women who are more than capable and willing to give whatever it is that men desire... for a reasonable price of course.”