No strings attach! She kept repeating that phrase like a mantra. She reminded herself that the only reason she's here is to get laid.
She got up from the bed, kneeling, and pulled up a naughty facade. She grabs him closer to her.
"That's right," She said in a low voice, not much sound, almost like she's breathing in his face.
She wraps her hands around his neck, started kissing him, her eyes closed.
Hash likes what she's doing, but he is bothered by the sudden change in her mood. He can sense that Isabel placed a wall around her.
"But the only person I want to enslave," she pushes him flat on the bed, climbs on top of him, and planted small kisses on his face. She is serious about seducing Hash.
"Is you. In this bed, right now." She said in between kisses.
Her sloppy kisses made Hash unable to control his laughter.
"What?" She stops and pouted.
"Nothing." He shook his head while still holding his laughter. It kills Isabel's mood and stops kissing him. She gets off of him in embarrassment.
She got off the bed, turns to leave his room, but Hash quickly took her arms and pulled her back.
This time he's on top of her planting small kisses over her face, then claimed her lips with his, pried her tongue, encouraging her to play with his own. The little nerve endings of her mouth explode into a chain reaction simultaneously.
"This is how you properly do it." He whispers and slightly bit her earlobe. He slides his kisses down her neck, tongue making a rotating motion. Isabel bit's her lower lip and suppresses her moans because she wanted to be in control. But when Hash's mouth slides down further.
"Hmm." That soft moan involuntarily escaped.
His lips stayed on her neck for a little while, but his hands are now under her gypsy-ish, medieval-looking shirt. One hand is busy playing one of those cherry-colored mounds, while the other hand is busy taking off her clothes.
What is it with that circular motion? When done all together on her sensitive spots, it's like she's being electrocuted again, but with five times the intensity.
"Hmm." More and more involuntary moans came out of her.
"So, can you handle this slave?" His voice sounds no more than air, lips suck one of that cherry mounds on her chest while hand stroking that thing in between her legs.
"Huh?" None of his words got into her brain. It's something that goes like this: "Gracias por llamar technical support." It's familiar, but no comprende. Her body is feverish that when someone pours holy water over her, she'll most definitely molten.
"Mhmm ssssstoooop." Her voice is guttural like that possessed being forced to pray.
Her sounds of pleasure encourage him to do more.
"Your Majesty's lunch is ready." The servant's voice is echoing the entire hallway.
"Come in!" His voice is a little bit hoarse, even if he tried to make decent.
She smells coconut, garlic, and some spices from the platter. She pushes Hash out of her way from the food.
"Yum, what do you call this dish?" She is talking while her mouth is full. The servant said something about Yaba-yaba.
"Dzishis Djelishous!" She closes her eyes to savor the richness of the dish.
"Hmm." She moans, eyes still closed.
Hash brows furrowed. She made it look like she had a food orgasm. Jealous he took away the platter from her.
"Bring her a vegetable platter." He ordered to the servant mightily handing him the platter
"Wait, what? No, no, no! Give me that!" Isabel walks towards the platter, reaching out for its content, but Hash shooed his servant away by just nodding his head.
"Nooo! Gimme." She almost got the platter, but Hash quickly push the servant out of his room.
"You can't eat too much grease." Hash hid his smile behind her
Isabel slaps his chest.
"Ouch! Why is your body so stiff?!" She hurt her hand in the process.
"I work out." He reasoned. He gently took her hand and pulled her closer to him.
"I'm starving." She made an exaggerated pout, acting childish.
"I entertained the people of your kingdom earlier today." She made her voice throaty, so she sounded pitiable.
"Poor Baby. Here let me feed you." He catches her lips, feeding her with his tongue. His kisses are not just marking her it is claiming her.
"They're not just people anymore but yours too." He massages her buttocks a little and then lifts her all of a sudden.
"Argh!" Isabel's shriek can be heard through the entire house. To balance her body, she has no choice but to hold onto his shoulders. Hash probes her feet too, so she has to wrap both legs in his waist. There's another kind of sensation that's coming from her butt that made her body weak.
The shriek was replaced by moans. She forgot the no strings attach mantra, hold on to Hash's neck, encouraging him to kiss her more.
Hash throws their bodies in his mattress, ready to devour Isabel.
They were too busy flirting with each other that they failed to hear the footsteps this time.
"Your majesty. Lady Gwin's entourage is here!" The announcement feels like a bucket of water is thrown at Isabel. She got up, grinds her teeth fist clenched. Hash places his thumb and index fingers in between his brows.
"Where are you going?" He quickly rose and follows her.
"I'm starving." She pulls up a 'don't give a damn' look.
"Okay. I'll see you later." Then he lets her do whatever she wants to do.
Isabel's nostrils flared, aggravated by his actions. He didn't even look back. She punches and kicks the air, pretending it's him.
Finally, she gathers air to her lungs by inhaling deeply and releases the air heavily.
"This too shall pass. No strings attached." She was walking around looking for the kitchen while reciting her new mantra.
"Do you need strings, your highness?"
"Hah!" Startled Isabel held her chest.
"I'm sorry for startling you, My Lady." Lo kneeled, looking highly distressed.
"I'm fine, get up already and bring me to the kitchen."