A Crowned King (Complete)

Chapter 25

Mako looked over at the woman beside him, a smile on his face. She had fallen asleep after their latest bout of lovemaking and she was laying there, snoring softly. The way her face relaxed when she was sleeping made her look much younger than what she actually was. He smiled at the sight of her and reached out to her, stroking her cheek with the tips of his fingertips.

They had spent the last two days together, doing the same thing over and over again. Making love. They had tried each and every position that they could think of, but that wasn't what it was about. It was about the closeness that they'd acquired together through their actions. As he sat there with the hearth still burning, he realized something.

He didn't hear the storm anymore. There were no biting winds, no howling of snow. It occurred to him that the storm had ended. A smile lit upon his face and he reached out to her shoulder, shaking her gently. Her eyes sprung open, their golden depths hazed over and confused for a moment before she realized what was happening and her eyes cleared for the moment.

"What is it?" Winter asked as she sat up hurriedly, her hand going to the hilt of the dagger she kept beside her. She picked up the knife and looked towards him. "Are we under attack?" She looked around, confused when she didn't find any sign of an attacker.

The Prince placed his hand on her wrist pushing the knife down. "We aren't under attack. Listen." he told her with a wide smile on his face. She frowned as she did as she was bid, and after a few seconds, her eyes lit up. He chuckled and nod his head. "That's right. The storm is over. We can get the hell out of here."

The Princess let out a cry of excitement and threw her arms around him in a tight hug. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly to him. Her curvy body fit nicely against him and he felt his cock stiffen once again. They were both naked and he knew she was very aware of his body as he was of her's.

She looked down, and upon seeing his stiff member, a wide smile lit up her face. She looked into his eyes with her own darkened with golden lust. "Well, looks like someone isn't ready to leave yet." she cooed as her hand fell to his length, wrapping around it. He groaned as he allowed his head to fall back, his own lust overtaking him. There was nothing wrong with staying here just a little longer.

Mako dropped his lips to her own, kissing her ferociously. She moaned and met his kiss with equal fervor, her tongue sliding into his mouth like a whip. He tangled his own tongue with her own and moaned as his hands took hold of her behind, the pillow softness of her flesh sending electric thrills through his body.

The Prince heard a sound from the door. For a moment he almost ignored it and didn't react. Then, he remembered where he was and he broke the kiss. He looked to the door just in time to see a battering ram knock down the front door, allowing six men in brown leather armor to pass through with their swords in hand. The battering ram dropped to the floor and they drew their own hand-axes, moving into the small cabin. There were eight in all, all armed and ready to fight, and from the way they stood, they looked to be professionally trained soldiers.

He quickly broke away from Winter and grabbed his longsword. He drew the weapon from its sheath, holding the sword in one and the wooden sheath in the other. Winter lifted her knife in her hand, ready to fight as they stood side by side, butt naked and ready to fight them as well.

There were no snickers or laughs from their attackers. Definitely professionals, the Prince thought to himself as he looked between the eight men. Of they were bandits they would've jeered us and passed japes at us. At least he knew what he was dealing with now anyway. He didn't doubt that Winter would have caught that distinction as well.

With a cry of battle, Mako lunged at the eight men. The men obviously didn't expect that and so didn't react immediately. That allowed for his sword to cut the throat of one of the men and his sheath smacked another on the side of the head. As the man fell to the floor, his longsword passed through the stomach of another and the blade pushed out the back of the man.