Prince Samir was angry.
No, that wasn't a strong enough word.
He was beyond pissed.
What the fuck was wrong with this bitch? Why was she so reckless! Did she have a death wish?
His eyes were narrowed as he stared up at the girl on top of him, whose mouth was still plastered to his. Their mouths were open, and their tongues were resting on one another.
The impact of falling backward had knocked the wind out of him, and thus also dislodged the strange paralytic pill from his throat back into his mouth. Determined not to swallow it, he let it sit in the pocket of his cheek, which made it touch the tip of her tongue.
That way, she would ingest nearly the same amount.
He was about to pat himself on the back for his swift thinking and adaptability when he finally realized the irrevocable and unignorable position they were in.
Not only were they engaged in an intimate kiss, but her smaller, incredibly soft, chest was resting against his. Most importantly, however, was the fact that the warm place between her legs was resting directly on his cock.
Samir had never been interested in engaging in sex or relationships in general – he deemed it as a distraction in his fight for the throne. His older brothers were both married off to wealthy nobles, and he had an 'insufferable and incompatible' personality according to his parents.
After one attempt to make him court a woman for one evening, he had sent her home crying… so they never even bothered trying to arrange a marriage for him again.
The woman his oldest brother married was only in love with being powerful, but the first Prince refused to see that about her and doted on her constantly.
It made Samir sick. He didn't ever want to have to deal with another person in his life that might turn out to be a hindrance, or someone that would betray him.
Despite having never so much as looked at a woman in a friendly light, let alone ever having been sexually attracted to one, finding himself in this situation was distressing to say the very least.
He tried so hard to will himself into a relaxed state, but the weight pressing against his abdomen and sensitive place was too much.
So, he ended up hard.
Really hard.
He didn't even want to make eye contact with her. He was completely disgusted by his body's reaction, but considering their proximity it was impossible not to meet each other's eyes. Prince Samir glared up at the small nymph and met her gaze.
Her eyes were wide with disbelief. He wanted to pretend that her expression was simply because she was surprised by the fact he had managed to use her poison against her… but he knew she was reacting to his still-growing tent.
"Your highness! I just received a re-"
Samir's loyal attendant, Rasne, entered the room. The Prince wasn't sure if he felt relieved or mortified by his presence.
On one hand, he might be able to help them out of their predicament. On the other, he was staring directly at the two of them in such a promiscuous and tense position.
"Oh, my Gods! I'm so sorry my lord!" He cried before hurrying out from whence he came.
'So I was right to be scared,' he groaned inwardly. 'I can't do this. He probably thinks his master is a common whore now! If he speaks a word of it to anyone I am ripping all of their hearts out.'
The two laid there for a few minutes, which then turned to half an hour… to an hour… and they were still paralyzed.
His erection had subsided and resurfaced periodically. Samir was stressed to the point that beads of sweat started to drip down his temples and into his hair. He wanted to get up and snap her neck, or behead his oblivious assistant, maybe even level a town, if he wasn't able to move soon.
After the hour had passed, he realized her breathing had become even. Her eyes were closed and she was completely still except for the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest atop his.
She had fallen asleep?
The same girl who had aimed to take his life just before had fallen asleep on top of him.
'What a joke,' he thought bitterly.
He lay there agonizingly for another twenty minutes before he started to regain feeling in his fingertips and toes. It wasn't long before the rest of his body was released from the invisible shackles that had restrained him.
As soon as he was able, he shoved the girl off of his body. She hit the sand with a dull thud and her eyes shot open. Nazmi's eyes were dilated and disoriented, but she didn't move.
Soon, her gaze went from confused to angry.
Samir had expected her to get up and bother him, but it looked like she was still immobile.
"You're still stuck like that, huh? How funny," he mused, a devious smirk gracing his lips. "I wonder just how long you'll be paralyzed."
Prince Samir knelt by her side and started to search her clothes. "It would be a shame if someone were to take your things while you're defenseless. Not that there's much difference in strength between your able self and this."
He first grabbed her bag and emptied it onto the ground. Her few pairs of simple clothes fell out, and her small succulent plants along with the elderberry seeds on top. She watched with teary, enraged eyes.
"What, are these important to you?" The Prince asked, picking both of the plants up with one hand. He looked at her pained expression and smiled. She was kind of cute when she cried.
Nazmi's eyelashes were wet with emotion, and a few small tears started to fall from her eyes.
The man crushed the plants in his hand and relished in the pain she was feeling. Once they were reduced to dust, he flipped her over onto her side. He narrowed his eyes when he noticed a strangely shaped walking stick on her back.
It wasn't uncommon for people to use walking poles, especially when traversing the dunes, but this seemed too strange. It was made of twisted branches and wasn't long enough to be of use in the sand.
"What's this, nymph?" He asked, looking down at her as he took it from her back. "I don't think this is an ordinary stick, bunny. Shall I destroy it too?"
It had a strange weight and didn't feel like it had a wooden center. Though he wasn't sure what type, he was certain it was some kind of weapon. Prince Samir started to gather dark energy in his hand to destroy the thing, but he didn't get a chance to execute the action to completion.
Large wooden spikes burst through the bones of his hand in several locations. One managed to pierce through his wrist and burst out the other side. Deep red blood spilled in generous amounts from the wounds and onto the sand, some even landing on Nazmi's still body.
He shouted in pain and surprise, "You bitch!"
The cane had turned into a spiked wooden rod.
Prince Samir ripped the stick from his skin and dropped it on top of her, but when it left his hands it returned to its original state. It didn't hurt her.
"What the hell is your deal?! Can nymphs even do that?!"