Just One Kiss
Zarda, wasn't going to lie. His mom was right again, as always. He was more turned on by the fighting between the two of them, than just looking at Natia. He, carefully, placed the papers he held in his hands, down at his groin. Trying to hide his sudden bulge, which he never had a female cause him to do this before. This reaction only happened before morning pee. She really did have a pull on him, a magic pull. He left the meeting angry and frustrated. He couldn't even look at her as he left. Natia's feelings towards Zarda quickly shifted from liking him when they first met at the coronation to hating him when her father offered her up to him. She resented how easily Zarda accepted taking her away from her parents, feeling like nothing more than a sacrificial pawn between her father and him. Despite only spending a week with them, Natia found some satisfaction in provoking Zarda. She couldn't stand the thought of him finding peace, even though she had started to admire his mother, the queen Saharrah, for making her feel welcome and at home. Now, Natia's sole mission was to continue frustrating Zarda in hopes of pushing him to quit their arrangement prematurely.
She had him exactly where she desired. Zarda spent the rest of the day in silence after the meeting, hurrying home to take a cold bath to soothe the ache between his legs. The bath alleviated the pain, prompting him to dry off and lie naked in bed. He reached for his zebra-patterned blanket to cover himself, intending to take a peaceful nap. However, a mischievous feline had other plans. Curious Natia decided to see how angry he was by sneaking over to his place, ensuring she wasn't being watched. She quietly crept over and carefully explored the perimeter of his hut. Despite her efforts, Natia wasn't entirely silent. Zarda's sharp hearing detected someone or something outside his hut. He patiently waited and listened, eventually hearing the faint footsteps of what sounded like a lioness. She was no match for him, it was too easy of a catch. Zarda listened carefully as he considered a list of potential suspects. Eventually, he realized it all pointed to one person. In his mind, he couldn't believe she would be lurking around his hut. He was struggling to figure out how to get rid of her, and he couldn't help but wonder why Jarvius had handed her over so easily.
Natia was unaware that Zarda was onto her presence. He remained still and quietly resting, just like a hunter stalking prey. Approaching his window, she peeked in to find him apparently napping on his bed, or so she thought. Quickly, she dropped back down into a crouch. Her attempts earlier to provoke him left her irritated more than he seemed. He showed no signs of being upset at all in fact. She had hoped he would leave feeling more miserable than he came in.
"He's not even angry or bothered in the slightest. He seems completely fine with everything. What a jerk!" she thought to herself.
She slammed her fist into her palm out of anger, pondering a way to annoy him. After thinking about it for a moment, she came up with the perfect plan. As she developed a scheme of turmoil, Zarda continued waiting on her to make a move towards him, before the ideal moment to act first.
"I am sure he will be furious if I disturb his sleep," laughed Natia hysterically in her thoughts.
Quietly sneaking around the corner, she slipped into his dimly lit hut through the unlocked front door. Carefully treading across the living room towards his bedroom, she paused to peer inside before sliding silently towards his bed. Zarda appeared to be fast asleep, his body calm and motionless. Like a cat preparing to pounce, she poised herself next to him, ready to strike. Suddenly, without warning, Zarda sprang into action, seizing Natia by the arms and throwing her onto her back, trapping her beneath his naked body. Shocked and startled, she cried out as they struggled against each other, their frantic breath mingling in the tense air. Despite her attempts to break free, his strong grip held her wrists firmly in place.
His groin was firmly pressed against hers, as his muscular legs kept hers trapped beneath. His piercing green eyes looked into hers. He couldn't help keeping his laughter in any longer.
"Let me, go!" She yelled, under his embrace.
He shook his head, no. He thoroughly relished this game. She found pleasure in provoking him, and he found delight in causing her discomfort.
" I hate you. Get off me right now or I'll scream rape, I swear." She yelled.
Zarda just laughed at her more, with no plans to budge anytime soon. He found pleasure in watching her struggle.
"Go ahead, I doubt anyone cares. I don't think anyone is paying attention. They all believe we are just resolving our tension. Remember that. Do you really want to attract attention to us like this? Besides, no one knows you snuck over here to my hut," he reminded her.
Natia acknowledged that he was correct, but she still had a strong desire for freedom. As she struggled, he only pressed tighter and closer. He savored the sensation of her body beneath his and felt that familiar magic returning. His groin began to burn with heat. His manhood swelled in size. That wasn't the only thing, that grew wide, Natia's eyes did too.
"What are doing inside my hut in the first place?" questioned Zarda curiously.
Natia hesitated at his clear question, realizing she didn't have a satisfactory response beyond the truth. Choosing to remain silent, she looked away, but when she noticed his arousal, an uncomfortable feeling washed over her.
" Oh my god! Take your hands off me Zarda and let me go free," she snapped.
"Not until you answer me!" he responded.
As her body was tightly pressed against him, he could sense his own arousal increasing. Uncertain about how to proceed, he realized she was already aware of his erection. If he were to stand up at that moment, she would undoubtedly notice it as well. He kept the distracting investigation going, until he could calm himself down.
"Just tell me what I want to hear. Right now, I can't even stand up. Just relax. If you stop fidgeting so much, the feeling will pass," he said.
Like a lightbulb switching on, a realization dawned on her. It wasn't just anger she had stirred in him, but also desire. She could use this to her advantage.
Natia thought quietly to herself, "This will be as easy as taking a bone away from a young lion cub."
A mischievous smile played on her lips as he peered into her eyes, trying to read her thoughts but coming up empty with no answers revealed. Deep down, he knew he was in for some trouble.
She relaxed her body under Zarda, managing to slip one leg out from beneath his. Slowly dragging it up the back of his leg, she reached his tight rear end, thinking to herself that he was pretty attractive. Realizing she needed to take it easy on her mission of sexual frustration, or she would find herself ending up in the same boat. Chill bumps ran down both his forearms as she gave him a seductive look and kissed his arms slowly up and down. A moan escaped him, throwing her off for a moment. Natia couldn't believe how seriously he was taking her. It was attractive she thought. What was happening, she hated him, she didn't want to take it any further. Natia's memory reminded her of how handsome and respectful his was the frost time they met. She only hated him because of her father's outrageous barter with the King. Natia paused her movements, looking up at his face before continuing, feeling his heart racing and heat flooding back into his body. His manhood was at full flex against her pants, causing him to slightly move his hips back and forth. The rhythm bringing upon him great pleasure, while she lay under him miserable, torn between hate and lust. Swiftly, she smacked his leg with her foot, causing him to stop. Opening his eyes and meeting hers, Zarda's could see her expression was not one of pleasure as he had hoped. His eyes started to well up as he felt defeated and rejected.
"She's deceiving me, I'm certain of it. Why does she despise me so intensely? I understand she's just using me. Why am I allowing her to manipulate me like this? It's time to put an end to it," he pondered to himself growing angrier as the thoughts flooded him.
Natia noticed his sudden disappointment demeanor had caused him to relax. He moved away from her, sitting on the edge of his bed. Glancing over at his strong back, then down at his exposed rear end. She watched as he stood up. Zarda pulled up his pants in haste, Natia couldn't help herself from admiring his toned physique as he bent over. 'His butt is attractive,' she thought to herself. He sat back down, still looking upset at what had transpired. Recognizing his vulnerability, Natia decided to temporarily set aside her own agenda. She empathized with Zarda, feeling sorry for him.
"Hey, are you okay? What's wrong? Did I push too hard? I did. Didn't I? I know I did," she said.
She was aware that her questions were futile. Deep down, she already knew the answer, but she was attempting to show empathy for once. Natia held back from asking any more unnecessary questions and looked at him with more sensitivity than before. She then started to speak again, saying, "I apologize, it truly hurts me to see anyone sad or crying," Natia expressed.
He raised his head, still avoiding eye contact with her. "Would you please go? I'm exhausted from our constant arguing, and it's only been a week." He stated.
Feeling rejected herself now, she sought to make amends for the pain she had caused. Natia wrapped her small arms around his neck from behind and kissed his ear tenderly.
"Alright, let's call a truce, at least for the moment," she stated.
And with those words she decided it was best that she leave. As she tried to stand up to go out of his room, Zarda gently took hold of her wrist. He pulled her close back into his arms, positioning her body between his legs. He leaned out and kissed her firmly on the lips. Although initially startled, she soon responded by parting her lips to deepen the kiss. Their passion grew as they continued to embrace, eventually leading Natia to push him back onto the bed. Climbing on top of him, she straddled his waist as they continued to kiss, pausing only to catch their breath. Eventually, Zarda stood her back up on her feet and reluctantly pulled his lips away from hers.
He had felt satisfied with the last say so. Zarda reclined on his bed, stretching his long body out under his covers. Closing his eyes, he placed his hands behind his head and drifted off to sleep. Natia departed his hut with a smile, feeling in a better mood than when she arrived. She didn't bother trying to conceal herself as she exited, but quickly regretted it when she saw a group of lions gathered near Zarda's home watching her curiously. Her hair was disheveled, and her cheeks were rosy from their intense kiss. Overwhelmed by nervousness, she quickly made her way back to her hut as onlookers continued to gaze at her.