The House Of Blood and Dust, Book One: Darkness Rising

Such a Fabled Joke

I hear nothing; silence surrounds me with such gentle demeanour. It’s been a total of three days, the king’s parade has been going on for two of them and yet he has not come past the hotel. I peer over to this beautiful woman, who in public it takes all of my strength to keep my hands off of her, right now I touch her bare skin feeling the softness of it; she slowly begins to wake her smile already there awaiting me.

          “What are you doing awake?” She asks with lust within her eyes

          “Watching the sun come up.”

          “I think you should please me.” I smirk and she comes to my lips to kiss me, perfect like normal. “I love the taste of you.”

          “I love the taste of you also.” She smiles, such a smile with added naughty thoughts,

          “What do you prefer the taste of…” She grabs my hand and places them on her lips and the moves it down in between her legs. I smirk and she pushes her lips out waiting for my own to connect with hers, I do as she pleases,

          “That is hard to choose from, but I’d say you are the best thing to taste.” She laughs and kisses me again, guiding her own hand down upon my penis, “We have to plan the assassination.”

          “Not right now we don’t, right now I crave you.” I continue to kiss her, then move down onto her neck leading kisses onto her breasts.

          “As you wish, my love.” My hand leads itself, mindless into the moist folds between her legs. She gently breathes only for it to increase in heaviness.

          She comes and enters myself into her, then moves herself slowly up and down upon myself. My hands hold upon her hips, her skin is soft and it glides through my hands. Circe comes down to my lips and kisses me passionately, her hands behind my neck pulling me closer. My un-armoured hands guide themselves to her breasts, teasing the nipples of this goddess-like beauty; her lips so soft it’s as if I was kissing the clouds blessed with certain imperfections.

          “I wish we could have met sooner… if I had learned of your arms, I would have been in them and never left.” She says breathing heavily, trying hard to pull herself away from my lips to talk but cannot,

          “You have them now, forever.” She continues to kiss me, “You’re mine.”

          “As you are mine.” She holds me close to her as she rides me, (such vulgar terms) her thighs shake as she climaxes again, scraping her nails into the flesh of my back. I continue at my own pace as her nails embed themselves into my back, faster I go to satisfy the woman I love, I finish after a while as well as Circe’s collective of silent pleasure. She laughs gently and we remain together bonded in love holding on to each other, I smile as I kiss her collar bones and she releases the grip off of my back,

          “I wish we could remain here all day.”

          “We have something to do, love… you need to kill a tyrant.” She gets off of me and I watch her beautiful body wander around, “You still stare at me like the day you saw me.”

          “You’re still the most beautiful person I have even seen.” She smiles and gathers her clothing and places it upon herself. We’ve bought new clothes; I get out of the bed and go back to her, to wrap my arms around her waist,

          “Maybe you should but some clothes on, I don’t think the world wishes to see their king assassinated by a naked man.” I laugh and go over to the pile of clothes: I pick out a normal black t-shirt, lighter black skinny jeans and a grey hooded jumper.