~Let it Out~
Night...
The hall was still busy, people chatting, drinking while some are dancing. Marius was professionally darting his eyes around the hall when he suddenly turned. He sighed a solitude clad in a dark cloak in the hallway. The cloaked solitude shit him a stare and ran off. Marius hesitated for a while before running after him.
"Wait!" He yelled but he paid a deaf ear and ran off. Marius smirked.
"You want it this way?" He supersped towards him and pinned him on the wall.
"Who are you?!" Marius growled, glaring at him. The solitude slowly took off his hood and Marius' heart dropped into his stomach at the sight of the lady with maroon hair. That was Aoife! He slowly let go of her.
"What now, Mr Angel?" Aoife asked softly. Marius replaced his shocked face with his usual cold look.
"What are you doing here?"
"What else? Neev is my friend so I came to..."
"You don't call the Queen by her name!" Marius cut her off with a growl and pinned her on the wall. Aoife winced in pain.
"Let me go" she looked up at him, her voice was low and soft.
Marius let go of her and walked away but was stopped by her voice.
"You don't care that I'm still alive? Why did you heal me then?"
Marius clenched his jaw and walked back to her. Aoife subconsciously moved back.
"Should I kill you again?" He was glaring at her like he wanted to kill her.
"You'll heal me again"
Marius smirked a sly smirk and frowned.
"You were just lucky I healed you before..." He trailed off and leaned down closer to her. His warm breath caressing her skin.
"I wish I can bury my dagger deep inside your tummy. I will never heal you again"
Aoife shuddered in fear. His voice sounded like a call of death that her survival instincts immediately kicked in. He stood upright and flicked her forehead. Aoife winced, touching her forehead. She felt her head going in circles and her eyes felt heavy.
"What...what...d..did..y..you do?" She stammered, trying so hard to maintain her stamina but ended up falling on Marius and darkness took over.
Niamh was back in her chamber, standing near the floor to ceiling window, staring at space when Lansel walked in.
"It all happened like a dream, I never thought I'll be a queen" she stated. Lansel wrapped his hand around her, hugging her from behind.
"It all happened like a dream, I never thought you'd be my wife" he whispered softly.
Niamh smiled genuinely an turned to face him.
"This is more than a dream, Lansel. I thought I'll die when I heard you're getting married. It felt awful watching you marry another woman" she looked up at him and smiled.
"I was thinking of killing that anonymous goddess to marry you" Lansel replied.
"Mother is so scheming" he added. He slowly took off her crown and gently thrust it on the table m he trailed his hands slowly and took off her hairpins that were holding up her hair. Her silver hair cascaded down her back like liquid moonlight, framing a face of porcelain perfection.
"Your beauty increases by every shine of the moonlight, my queen" he didn't forget to compliment her.
Niamh lowered her head and blushed.
"Look at me, Neev" Lansel's voice came again and she meekly obeyed. His gorgeous face loomed over hers and claimed her lips, softly and tenderly. Niamh grabbed her dress and let him do the magic to her lips but Lansel's next words made her gasp.
"Kiss me back, Neev" he muttered in between the kiss. Niamh slowly wrapped her hands around his neck and reciprocated. Her movement was gentle and slow. Too gentle, too slow at first but turned to deep, intense and passionate one.
He licked his way down her throat causing her to moan softly. His movement intensified even more and as his hands found his way untying the ropes holding up her dress. Her dress slipped down making her gasp.
Lansel pulled back and stared down at her while she lowered her head, blushing hard.
"No need to shy away, my queen" he whispered, in a deep hoarse voice.
He smirked and licked down his way down her neck while Neev bit her lips, trying not to moan. "Let it out, Neev. I want to hear your response" he whispered and Niamh let out a cute yet soft moan. Lansel smirked, he loved the way he could affect her with his touch.
The temperature of the room became playful and hot. In a swift movement, they were stark, their bodies became one and their heartbeats accelerated in rhyme as they moved in harmony.
They were both lost to the sensations they elicited from each other and were drowning in their love for and of each other. And the feeling was utterly amazing as they finally reached the heights of pleasure together and finished their delightful activity basking in the afterglow of it nestled in each other's arms.
Meanwhile, Ee-fah gently opened her eyes and she came in contact with a total different environment. She sat up and looked around, her eyes landed on the man sleeping beside her. It was Marius, his hair was messy and his upper body was unclad. Aoife tried to recall what happened but couldn't. She suddenly sighted a dagger beside her. She picked it up, grinning.
In one swift movement, she pointed the dagger on his neck.