Chapter 18 - 16: MORE

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The ceremony commenced later as she had earlier been informed with her seated on the huge round bed in the bedroom, unable to bring herself to leave the room and be fed with all of his coquette actions and words. She pranced around the room, thinking of -or rather trying not to think of- everything else but him and failing woefully in flying colours. Oh what a phrase to describe her torturous predicament! Well, she had to let it go for it was fast becoming a bother to her. She needed to rest and could not do so if she was kept pacing round the huge bedroom solely by thoughts of him. She would have a shower and go to sleep. That was most surely the best way to be rid of every single thought of that mannerless asshole.

Meanwhile, at the Royal Pavilion, the emperor obviously kept glancing to the spot that had been reserved for his distinguished guest, the Lady Rose. He knew that she wasn't going to come to the ceremony in the innermost part of his mind, yet he dared to hope, still expecting her. He wondered if she was in his study room, venting out loud or in the library trying to pick a book to be distracted off thoughts of him or perhaps she was just lying in their huge round bed, sulking like a cute little child. Oh, she was always adorable when she did that and more so when she flung the things on his mahogany writing table to the ground to at least get a reaction from him, piss him off. Fuck! He could never be pissed at her for that. He only found the childish action hilarious and quite entertaining. He smiled ever so slightly at the thought then brought his wandering mind back from its wendy to the present.

The sparring competition between the seven ladies to entertain the guests present was just beginning and he needed to be completely focused on it, alert and observant. The referee announced the first pair of contestant. It was none other than Aquariana Genevieve of the Aqua territory and Miss Jocasta Shield of the War Dukedom. The fight was heated with Genevieve emerging winner after a short tense while. Colonial princess Nicolette of the Rainbow Colony and Princess Helen Thor of the Iron Kingdom went head to head until Helen emerged winner. He could tell without being told that Nicolette had gone easy on her opponent. He knew that trick. The lady was trying to hide her potential until the main competition so that she could shock her opponents when the time came. She was a wise little thing for being caught off guard always seemed to work especially on the female gender. Princess Melanie of the Verking Clan and Crown Princess Zoë of the Xing Kingdom went next with Zoë toppling Melanie in mere seconds. Zoë was a powerful Xing warrior. He knew that for she had once been his worthy opponent in a friendly spar. Princess Hera-Mera had been omitted in the pairing because she was from the head of the clans and hadn't a partner -he knew that it was all a big fat lie. They all did. It had been done that way because she was known to be the strongest of all the ladies. He totally agreed with that. Hera-Mera was an extremely destructive warrior when she was pushed to her limits.

The second round of the sparring competition began with the four left -Genevieve, Helen, Zoë and Hera-Mera. Genevieve and Zoë sparred first with Zoë emerging winner. Hera-Mera and Helen's was much too swift to be enjoyed. Then, Zoë and Hera-Mera came neck to neck. The Royal Pavilion was as silent as a graveyard the moment it began. Everyone was entranced at the intense fight. It took nearly twenty minutes before Hera-Mera found an opening and lanced Zoë with brute force, knocking her off her feet. She had her wooden sword pointed at Zoë the instant the lady tried to stand to her feet. The overall winner had emerged and the fierce match had finally ended.

This was quickly followed by the archery contest in which Jocasta awed the crowd with her archery skills. She was good but only when she concentrated hard enough. If she was an archer on the battlefield, she would be dead few seconds into the battle. Nicolette was extremely good at knife throwing. Melanie was especially good at sword dancing. Fighting with a sword and dancing with a sword were poles apart, completely different and challenging. Genevieve then graced their eyes with her wonderful ropewalking and agility skills. She was light on her feet, too nibble. Helen was good at magic and sorcery, making fireballs and coloured lights to entertain them. A huge applause followed her performance.

Zoë had amazing crystal tuning skills. The shining stones vibrating with each of the notes that she hit. A perfect pitch and a beautiful frequency. Then, Hera-Mera ever the last to grace the stage because of the unnecessary attention she tended to draw each time she appeared, always overshadowing those coming after her came up. She left many of the spectators who had never seen her in action speechless with her summoning and command of dragons. It was no unknown thing, a Dracon commanding a dragon. After all, that was the secret of their kingdom. Yet, it was very hard to find anyone just as good as Hera-Mera.

The event was altogether fascinating and enjoyable, titillating to a certain extent. Despite all that, he still found himself glancing to her empty spot over and over again, unable to rid himself of thoughts of her, missing her desperately. He wished badly that she were there, with him. He had let her off and he was quickly beginning to regret doing so for he needed her at his side at all times. He wished he could leave and go to her, but he doubted that she wanted to see him at that moment. He must be the lest of her worried at that time because he was sure that he had done something to offend her. But what it was, he had no idea whatsoever.

After all that, dusk had come leaving the gloaming behind, they all headed to the nearby Royal banquet hall which was called the Great Feast hall. It was located in his extremely large palace territory. The Emperor had prepared dinner for his guests along with lots of music, liquor and other entertainment. Among his guests was the Little Prince, the three elders who had arrived before -Master Kolso, Sorceress Zuera and Miss Cieya, the Seven clan leaders, the cabinet members, the seven Empress candidates and the Empress dowager. The party was at its peak with him there and totally absent minded, thinking of a lot of things when a distraction came abruptly. It was in the form of a high pitched and distressed voice. They all turned to it, everyone of them.

'My Lady! My Lady!' It was Xiera's voice. All heads turned in the direction of the distressed voice. 'My Lady you can not walk around like that!' she kept repeating as her Lady struggled with her, advancing, into the hall. Everyone was watching them quizzically. 'My Lady! Do not be like this!' Xiera pleaded as the lady shook her off. It was obvious that the warrior, her aide was worn out from following her around and obviously trying to stop her from running around. On the other hand, her Lady looked okay, full of excess energy. The warrior was saved out of her dilemma by the emperor who swiftly went to them to stop the lady. Her eyes lit up brightly the moment she spied his advancing figure. She leaped, towards him, happily. He caught her in his arms without as much as a small stagger despite her obvious weight, his arms strong around her waist. The guests began to murmur around him. Choruses of Who is that woman? and The Emperor has a woman? came from all corners of the gathering.

'What happened?' he asked Xiera in a low voice holding unto the woman carefully, suspecting her drunk and totally out of it. The warrior came closer to him and answered him in an equally low voice to protect her Lady's reputation.

'I am very sorry My Lord,' she quickly apologized to him. 'She was in the bath then she suddenly became like this I swear. I tried to get her dressed but I couldn't keep up with her. She is too strong for me,' she narrated in a distressed voice that gave away the fact that she felt as if she was in top notch trouble because of her Lady. First and foremost, her Lady was improperly dressed. Infact, she was barely dressed, wearing only one of the Emperor's white shirt. He nodded at Xiera with a sigh and set the Lady on her own feet. She groaned her protest as he did so.

'Mine?' he said to her. She raised her head then and smiled, looking steadily at him. He noticed then that her eyes were the same colour with her hair, oxblood. He knew then what was going on. She wasn't drunk.

'Izhxel,' she murmured coming closer to him, nuzzling. He groaned inwardly. Why on earth did it have to be now of all times? He prayed to the creator to please grant her self control lest she did something stupid. He turned to Xiera as he took off his black royal cape, wrapping it around her fairly clad form.

'Have Hyeera prepare a cold bath for your Lady,' he instructed.

'A cold bath?' Xiera asked surprised. The weather was kind of chilly for such and her lady might catch a nasty cold if such is done.

'Yes Xiera, as cold as possible,' he all but snapped impatiently, completely not in the mood to entertain objections or suggestions.

'Yes My Lord, I shall do so,' the warrior nodded to him with a small bow of respect.

'Leave us! Go ahead and do so,' he ordered as the lady went on tiptoes to enable her to inhale his scent properly, placing her lips on the skin of his neck.

'Yes My Lord,' she said again with a bow before she turned and began to leave. He nearly snapped again but was stopped by his own slight but inaudible groan that stemmed from the gesture of the lady in his arms. Her teeth had grazed his neck slowly, purposefully, sensually. It alerted him that he had to keep her at bay lest something insane happened in the hall full of persons who were searching for fodder for gossip. He decided on a temporary solution. He bit his tongue hard till he tasted his own blood. Then, he drew her as close to him as possible and kissed her. And around him shocked gasps followed the action. She whimpered in abrupt pleasure the moment she tasted his saliva mixed with his blood. The murmurs increased as he released her mouth. She looked up at him, staring at him like a piece of beef, hungrily.

'More,' she whispered.

'Wait a little my sweet, just a little,' he urged as he lifted her into his arms, carrying her like a child. She rested her head on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her by the buttocks, balancing her body properly on him and making sure to cover her properly with the black cape before making his way to the exit alongside Cora, his aide coming just behind him. He knew that the Little Prince would play host in his stead without being told to do so. He carried her out of the hall to his horse. It was a rather short distance. He placed her atop the horse. She made a protesting sound at the disconnection with his body, trying to be clingy.

'No, no,' she said.

'Don't be like this Mine,' he chided. 'I can't mount the horse with you in my arms. Now let me, please?' he coaxed her gently. She whined and let go of him. He mounted the horse then, coming behind her in a moment. He rode round to the back of the main manor, the other entrance that led straight to his quarters, the left wing. He dismounted when they arrived, taking her with him.

'Shall I follow you my Lord?' Cora asked when they arrived at the huge iron door. He contemplated her request for a while.

'Well Cora, if it shall not make you uncomfortable to do so, then you can do so,' he told her.

'It shall not do so My Lord,' she assured her Lord who nodded. They moved on, going down the corridors to the stairs.

'Izhxel,' she suddenly said in an uneasy voice. 'More, more, please,' she pleaded with him.

'Hold on my sweet,' he said as she went back to his neck. He felt her teeth on his skin again, this time with the intent to bite. The gesture made his blood boil. He bit his tongue hard to stifle a groan of pleasure. He set her down then and backed her against the wall. Then, he kissed her senseless till she was thoroughly out of breath. She replied the kiss with the same avid passion. Cora backed them sensibly to allow them the privacy to do their thing. 'Do not bite me,' he said to her the moment his lips left hers. The well lit corridors allowed him to see her elongated teeth, her fangs. She was certainly bloodthirsty.

'Hmmm,' she answered with a half hearted nod.

'Good,' he commended her as he carried her up the stairs. She began to nuzzle him again. 'Stop,' he told her. She moaned a protest but listened to him. 'Hush now, be patient.' They soon reached the end of the stairs. He walked down the short corridor that led into the main corridors which took him into the living room of the left wing. Peter, his butler was there to receive him.

'My Lord,' he said paying obeisance to the Emperor.

'Is everything ready?' he asked Peter after acknowledging his greetings with a nod.

'I have prepared everything My Lord,' Peter assured him.

'Thank you Peter,' he said.

'It is nothing My Lord,' Peter said to him with a smile.

'Cora see to it that my guests have closure,' he said. 'Don't abandon Little to my duties,' he asked of her.

'Consider it done My Lord,' she said with so much confidence.

'Peter, I am leaving the rest into your capable hands, you and Cora and the Third Prince.

'Yes My Lord,' both Peter and Cora chorused with a bow. He turned away towards the direction of the bedroom. She moaned as he did so, in pain and certainly not delight.

'Izhxel,' she said at that moment, her words sounding like a plea.

'Wait my sweet Rose, I shall soon alleviate your pain,' he told her almost at the bedroom.

'But,' she stammered, 'I can not stand it anymore,' she complained as he reached the bedroom door. Hyeera was there. She paid obeisance.

'Everything is done my Lord. I shall take my leave. Goodnight to you My Lord,' she wished leaving the bedroom door ajar.

'Thank you Hyeera and goodnight to you too.' He took her into the bedroom and shut the door with his feet. The bedroom smelt of coconut and lemon because of the scented pouches hanging around, courtesy of Hyeera. It helped in calming the Lady down. She relaxed a bit as the lovely scent soothed her.

'It burns Izhxel, it really does hurts,' she said with a whimper. He set her down and took off the shirt. She was wearing no breast covering, just panties. He took them off, stripping her completely. He bared himself next, keeping his lower body covered. He thought for a moment contemplating the importance of a bath. He decided to do so. He took off his clothes completely on an after thought and then simply carried her to the bathroom.

'This will help,' he said to her. 'Besides I need to be clean.' She said nothing as he climbed into the large tub and immersed them both. She sighed as the cold water soothed her body which was filled with huge internal heat. She clung to him and kissed him then, heatedly.

'Izhxel, Izhxel, Izhxel,' she murmured repeatedly. He gave into that passion calling out to him, kissing her back, her naked breast pressing against his chest. The wetness of their bodies heightened the pleasure of their frottage. He explored her mouth with his tongue while his fingers explored her body. He had totally missed this, missed her, missed this passionate side of her. She slithered up and down his body, using her hands around his neck as a lever to do so. The water from the bath aided such movement acting as a good lubricant, making him hard as marble.

'Mine, you will always be mine,' he said to her when he raised his head. She stared at him.

'I am Izhxel, I am yours,' she murmured an assurance as she went on to nuzzle his neck. 'Shall I?' she said to him, 'Shall I?' she asked again. Desire swallowed them whole as she inhaled his scent, finding a perfect spot on his neck.

'Yes, Yes go on,' he urged her. He was prepared both mentally and physically when she sank her fangs into his neck. His dark eyes turned silver like molten metal. Desire, passion, love and other stronger emotions bound them in that instant, circumambient, cocooning them in a whirl of oxblood.

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...OmaPhinaPhire🔥

GLOSSARY

* IZHXEL: THE EMPEROR'S DEMON NAME

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