I fell asleep so fast last night... She thought as she woke up. The sun shining through the curtains of the balcony from a high angle suggested that it was midday, if not midday already.
She hugged a long narrow pillow almost her height and began thinking about her night out with the king. I must have drunk a lot last night since my memory is hazy...
She wrapped her legs around the pillow.
She suddenly remembered how the king's big hand kept massaging and squeezing her inner thigh, and how his forefinger kept rubbing on the cheek of her mound.
Did he know that he was already touching it...? She drew the pillow closer to her face and pouted. She felt heat rising on her face, and a sensation on her mound that she can hardly describe kept building up.
That lecherous king... maybe he was just making fun of me... She felt a little annoyed thinking that, while also wondering how it would have felt if the king's hand fully cupped her mound and massaged her there like he did with her thigh.
Her legs hugged the pillow tighter without her even realizing it, and the sensation on her mound made her feel like it's so full. Of what, she did not know.
She buried her face on the pillow as she imagined the king's hand fully touching her in the middle of her legs. Her hips began moving on their own and she felt a little throbbing around the lips of her mound. This time she can feel the heat building up in her entire body.
Her nipples hardened and she remembered that even before his hand was on her thigh, his hand was already almost grabbing her right breast with his forefinger and thumb already touching its bottom cheek.
He really must have known what he was doing to me.... that king! She pouted even more while her face was buried on the pillow. Why provoke me so... and not finish it?
She kept imagining the king's right hand rubbing and squeezing her mound with his strong fingers, while his other hand massaged her left breast. Her hips are moving faster now, humping the pillow, while her right hand slowly reached for her right breast as she pretended it was the king's hand.
She felt so strange by how she's feeling. On one hand, she wants to punch the king's arm even though he probably won't even feel a thing, to punish him for making her feel this way. She truly felt annoyed at him, but at the same time, she wanted him to do things to her with his hands, and maybe more.
She started to feel annoyed at herself too but the sensation in the middle of her legs made her feel hazy and light headed. She removed her legs from the pillow and started rubbing them together tightly, mustering all her will to stop her hand from touching her mound. She felt like she's going mad as she kept rubbing her legs together tightly. It made her feel good inside, enough to stop her hand from reaching it. She started to imagine touching the king's muscly arm, feeling each bulge and cut of his muscles.
Knock knock knock
She was startled, and asked "who is it?", it couldn't be the king... the king's hands are too strong and big to make such weak knocking sounds...
"There's lunch in the dining hall, my lady," answered a servant lady behind the door. As suspected, "the king said that you may eat whenever you want."
"Very well," she responded, "please tell the king that I'll go down soon."
The thought of being with the king excited her, but she also thought that she ought to tease him this time in order to punish him. This time I'll be the one who will provoke him and then leave him in his thoughts.... She smiled defiantly.
She carefully chose her outfit from the wardrobe. He seemed to have liked the one that she wore yesterday so she resolved to wear something similar yet different. She didn't want him to be tired of her.
For her underwear she chose yellow cotton panties and brassiere, and then she chose white silk pants and tops to cover them. She looked at the mirror and the contrast of the colors and the softness of the silk made the underwear barely visible from outside.
Uhm.. maybe this too revealing? He could see that I'm wearing yellow panties and bra. But she thought that the dancers that they saw last night were wearing something similar. So she decided to wear it anyway. She was happy with how cute and provocative she looked in the mirror. Her order and family will be so ashamed of her she thought. But they're so far away from here...
She paired it with light brown sandals. She also saw in the wardrobe that there were masks and headdresses similar to what the dancers were wearing last night and she wondered if the king would like seeing her wear that but she chose not to.
Shes not a dancer. What if the king made her dance? She has no talent for it. Besides, she wants the king to be attracted to her face. Not a mask and headdress.
She went downstairs all giddy and excited to show the king her outfit, but the dining area is empty, and she wondered where the king is.
She just ate so as to not to be seen as rude by ignoring the food that was prepared to her, when suddenly, a woman who's wearing a high-quality purple silk robe decorated with silver along the edges entered the dining area. It was obvious to her that she's not an ordinary woman, and that she seems to be around the king's age.
She stood up and curtsied, but the woman only glanced at her with sharp eyes and ignored her. What did I do to her? She seems to have some hatred towards me...
She asked the servants and guards about where the king is, but they also didnt know.
After eating, she went to the library again. She thought that some good reads would help her pass the time. She found a book about the religion in Gulabar and took it to her room so she could read on the bed or the balcony.
Once she's in her room, she laid down on the bed again to read the book, but thoughts of the king touching her reemerged on her mind.
She started rubbing her two legs against each other again, feeling them on her loins. The strange sensation on her mound was strong again. She felt full inside once more, like it was a dam just waiting to burst.
She remembered the large bulge between the king's legs still hidden by his trousers, and wondered how her mound would feel if she had sat there and her mound landed on the king's bulge.
Her nipples became hard, and her breathing became heavy. Her mind and vision became hazy. What did that lecherous corsair king do to me..? This is like torture, even though it feels good.. She kept wondering where the king is, and why he seemed to be not excited to see her today despite all the attention he gave her last night.
She kept rubbing her legs against each other, and she let out small moans, hoping that no one outside could hear. No.. I cant be tortured by that king the whole day…
She resolved to fight the sensation and do something to distract her from the thoughts. Despite her loins feeling full and heavy, she managed to stand up. She paced for a bit to calm herself. She changed her panties to a new one because she didn't want to go out with wet ones. Another thing that caused her vexation is that if she always gets wet like this and have to change panties a lot, the servants will surely notice and they will talk about her.
She went downstairs and at the entrance of the apartments, and was pleasantly surprised when she saw Ishmael there as he greeted her. With a comely smile, he told her that the king is away for some business and that he was instructed to accompany her if she chooses to go the city.
"What if I want to go outside of the city?" She asked while being surprised by the assertiveness in her tone. She chalked it up to her being annoyed at the king.
"I'm afraid that would not be possible, my lady. As you may already know, we're at war, and the king's enemies may target his guests. It could be very dangerous for you to venture out." Ishmael answered.
"I see. That is very reasonable. Then I'll be happy to look around the city." She responded while thinking that the reason he gave her was probably only half true. She couldn't shake the feeling that she's still being treated as a hostage or a prisoner.
They proceeded to walk towards the city. She felt very comfortable around him. She could tell that the difference between Ishmael and King Rikotor was like night and day. While the king would most probably walk with her while holding her where he wanted, Ishmael kept a respectful distance between them and was clearly treating her with a lot of courteousness.
Once they were in the city proper, she noticed that the city feels very different in the afternoon. It's still bustling with people, but there was less music, and the people around them seem to have a more serious air around them. She reckoned that it may be because it's a lot hotter in the afternoon than at night, and that they're preparing their businesses for another busy evening at the city.
"The king told me that you can buy anything that you want, my lady. You only need to ask. He's left me with coin." Ishmael told her with a sincere smile.
"Oh, you and the king have been so kind to me. I owe you enough as it is already..." She responded shyly, not really wanting to spend money that's not her own.
"Worry not, my lady. You're an honored guest of the king, and he made it clear to me that you shouldn't feel shy about buying anything you want." said Ishmael.
She now felt like she's in a bit of a quandary. A big part of her really did feel embarrassed about using money that's not hers, but refusing the offer might be a bigger insult.
"Very well then, I'll make sure to thank the king properly." She decided that this would be the option.
At the end, she spent an hour or two choosing clothes but she couldn't pick any. In truth, she saw a lot of articles of clothing that she thought was very pleasing to the eyes, but she was embarrassed to get them with Ishmael around.
She ended her second outing to the city of Rikotor only buying one vial of perfume with the smell of lavender, and before going back to the king's apartments around the hour of the bat, she and Ishmael indulged themselves with chicken skewers from a food stall.
Nothing else eventful happened that night. They went back to the king's apartments, she bowed to Ishmael and said thanked him for showing him around the city, and then she went back to her room.
She went downstairs at the end of the hour of the bat to see if the king is back, but she only saw the woman that she saw earlier and some servants in the dining hall. She decided not to eat supper because she didn't want to be in the company of that woman, and she's not that hungry anyway because of the chicken skewers that she and Ishmael had.
She went back her room after spending an hour in the baths and laid in her bed. A part of her was hoping that the king would return late that night and knock on her door. She wondered what she would do if the king asked for permission to enter her room. Well, he doesn't seem to be the type to ask for permission. Nor does he need to. It is his place...
The next day she woke up early. Maybe too early, since she could still hear some roosters crowing. Though this land seems to be always in summer, so the sun is already bright. She was in the mood to get up and see how the city is like early in the morning because she already experienced how it was during night time and the afternoon.
After visiting the baths to clean her teeth, she changed into a much simpler garb than what she wore yesterday and the other day, but still in the style of Galubar's culture. She wore loose white breeches, and a silk blue dress which length reached to her knees. It's open on the side so it shows a bit of her waist and at an angle, a bit of her brassiere.
She then went to the apartment entrance and was astonished that one of the guards standing there is Ishmael. Somehow, she thought the guards would be regularly changing, and since he's the cousin of the king, he would be having a lighter work load.
He smiled at her. His eyes curved along with his lips, indicating a sincere smile. "Good day, my lady. You're up early."
"I am. I wanted to sleep more but couldn't, and I wondered how the city looks like in the early morning." She responded.
"Is that so, my lady. Then let me accompany you again, and we can maybe break our fast in one of the food stalls or restaurants there." Ishmael said.
She nodded with a smile, and Ishmael motioned to the other guard with his hand, seemingly saying that he'd be back.
They did break their fast in one of the eateries in the city. While Gulabar is warm most of the time throughout the day, it can get quite cool at dawn and the early mornings, so they ordered a soup meal that is a local delicacy. She has no idea what it is, but Ishmael recommended it from the menu. As for most of the food she's tasted in this country, she liked this one as well. And she learned that it's made of rabbit meat.
As they were eating, trumpets suddenly sounded outside the entrance of the city.
"Oh, my cousin has returned." Ishmael said.
The large gates of the city opened, and a line of warriors entered. Followed them was a float that is about three meters high, and on top of it was the king. Seated with two children.
Those must be the king's children. They kind of look like him... One is a boy, and the other is a girl. The boy seems to be around ten, while the girl looks much younger, maybe six.
The girl wasn't moving, and instead was just looking forward, while the boy was waving and smiling at the crowd, he seems to have gotten the disposition of his father. The king stood up and also waved at the citizens of the city. He's wearing a loose white cotton trousers, and proudly displayed his muscles by not wearing anything on top. Instead of a shirt or a jacket, he's wearing golden jewelry which decorated his neck, arms, and wrists.
The warriors escorting the king's float seem to number around two hundred. There were also others that followed. Servants they looked like, and a few others. Robed old men holding batons, or are they wands?
When the whole procession is inside, the large gate was closed behind them. The gate closing seems to have created a strong wind that blew away the sand inside the city. The eatery they're in is not that far from the gates, so they and the other customers covered their food with their hands.
Ishmael smiled at her awkwardly. Perhaps he's embarrassed because of the inconvenience that the sand from his city has brought. He seems to be the type to worry about such things.
She smiled back to assure him that it's not a problem.
She looked outside again and noticed that the sands in the air started swirling and forming small whirlwinds. They looked quite scary to her, but she wondered if that's a normal phenomenon in this desert country. She looked at the people around her and they seem to also have noticed the sand whirlwinds, but nobody is reacting to them strongly, so she thought it's not something out of the ordinary.
That's until more and more sand whirlwinds started forming, and in quick succession. The people of the city that were sitting now stood up and gazed upon the stirring sands in wonder and concern.
There must be around thirty whirlwinds now. By the rate they're forming, soon they will be fifty, and in no time, they'd reach a hundred. The warriors at the back of the procession also started noticing them, and they wondered whether to reach for their swords or not.
This certainly isn't normal... she thought as she stood up with the rest of the crowd.
SCAN!
Her scan spell pulsed around her for a second and ranged about a hundred meters. She didn't need any incantation for a different variety of the scan spell. She only needed a second to sense if there's anything abnormal inside the spinning sands, and that one second scan was enough to let her know. There are humans inside of them!
Another second after activating her scan spell, more sand whirlwinds formed, and they quickly advanced toward the procession. Some of them flying towards the king's float.
She quickly ran outside the eatery and shouted, "Your majesty! There are people inside!"
The king turned around his head slightly, it seems that her voice reached him. But things are progressing so quickly and she didn't know how to properly describe what she saw through her scan spell. All that she knows is that the people inside the sand whirlwinds meant harm to the king, and she panicked.
What do I do? I need to cast a spell. Which one? Her mind was racing as the sand whirlwinds rushed towards the king's float.
Fire? No, my fire magic is weak.
Wind? But it may scatter the sand even more and affect the king and his men.
Water-
WATERBALL!
The nearest sand whirlwind to the king disintegrated, and a form of a man emerged where the sand used to be. The man was fully covered in cloth of the same color as the sand, leaving only his eyes exposed. Using the momentum from the sand whirlwind he was in, he charged at the king mid-air, gripping a sword with both hands, pointing it downwards to the king.
The king and his son noticed the man a moment too late. They were caught off guard. The king's son's mouth was wide open, while the king gritted his teeth, seemingly preparing himself to get stabbed.
When suddenly, a ball of water the size of a man's head hit the would-be king slayer in the mid-section which broke his trajectory. Allowing the king to catch him mid-air.
The king held both of the man's arms and squeezed them so hard that they broke in just a second. The king then slammed his palm on the assassin's face which snapped his neck. He was dead in an instant. The other sand whirlwinds transformed into men wearing the same garb as the first one.
Four of them rushed to the king's float, but now that the king is on his guard, they were no match. King Rikotor caught one's sword with his hand and used it to slam the wielder's head on the roof of the float. That made a shallow cut on the king's palms, but he used that to splash blood on the faces of the two other assassins which successfully obstructed their vision.
They were still able to land on the edge of the float, but the king easily dodged their slashes by stepping back. With their eyes still covered in blood, king Rikotor grabbed their feet and used that to slam them together. The two assassins' heads hit each other and the king dropped them on the float's platform, with blood gushing out of their eyes and mouth.
The last man was perhaps the unluckiest. He was coming up behind the two previous assassins, but sensing that they were going to lose, he was about to transform into a sand whirlwind again and escape when another ball of water went flying and hit him. It wasn't enough to cause serious damage. It was only akin to being punched by a strong man in the torso, but it was enough to drench him and prevent him from transforming into sand.
That was when the king caught him and held him on his neck and right leg. The king raised him above his head and brought his back down to his knee with so much force that the assassin's body almost broke into two.
All the other sand whirlwinds transformed into sword wielding men, about a hundred of them, and the battle is joined.
Many of the king's warriors were taken by surprise and was slain in an instant.
Ishmael, holding his spear, rushed towards the king's float. His agility surprised her. She thought that his amicable personality somehow translated into lesser physical prowess, but judging by his athleticism alone, he seems to be an elite fighter. He got on the float where the king and his children are with ease, and the king told him to protect his son and daughter.
The king leapt from the platform of the float onto the ground to aid his men. He's still unarmed, but that may not be an accurate assessment. His arms and legs alone are savage weapons.
After shooting two waterball spells, she was not certain how else to help in the fighting. The visibility became poorer due to the sand flying all around as hundreds of men fought the battle. She thought that casting combat magic would be too risky as she could hit the king or his men. I need to conserve mana... It's going to be needed for healing later on, if we win this fight.
So she just started casting one second scan pulses from time to time to check if there are more assassins coming from other directions, attempting sneak attacks.
She didn't detect any more of them. And that's fortunate because she didn't know what she was going to do if there were more of them. It wasn't a good idea for her to cast combat magic anymore due to poor visibility, and even if she screams to warn the king and his men of new threats, it will probably be drowned out in the singing of steel clashing against each other and the battle cries of men.
The more time went, the more sand flew due to the chaos of battle, and the visibility grew poorer. But after several moments, the sounds of battle started dwindling down, and until almost none remained, and ahead of her, the silhouette of a large man began to take shape among the scattered sands in the air.
The closer the silhouette came, the more she noticed that the large man is shirtless and is adorned with gold. By the cloth that covered its face, the large man held the severed head of an assassin. He lifted it up and shouted a victorious roar, which was then followed by hundreds of men roaring in unison, declaring their triumph in battle.
The king's bulging muscles were drenched in the blood of his enemies, and his eyes were both fierce and proud as he kept shouting cries of victory with his men. An animalistic rage was on him, even though the battle was over.
She felt her mound throb, and her panties were wet once again.
Chapter End.