Chapter Three #2
I saw that the bag I’d brought with me for a few days’ stay was sitting on the end of the bed where the servants had no doubt left it. But it was sitting slightly open, and I realized that someone had been rifling through it. Probably the same someone who was now hiding in my closet.
I walked over to the side of the bed and began to pull off my clothes, keeping my back to that door, though I was hyperaware of it and listening for any movement that might come from inside it.
I didn’t want to go looking and perhaps force him or her into doing something we both might regret.
Anything that was cornered or trapped might lash out in frustration and fear, posing a danger to themselves and to whoever it was who approached them.
And I knew there were children in this house, who could have been curious about us.
After giving the intruder plenty of opportunity to make his move and jump me if he wanted to while my back was turned, I finished taking off my uniform and walked casually over to the bathing room on the other side of the room to go inside.
Once in the bathroom, I wrapped a drying cloth around me, tucking a weapon inside and turned to look through the crack in the door that I hadn’t quite closed behind me.
I was hoping to draw out my intruder before I made my move.
It worked like I thought it would. I heard the door open softly and when I looked out, I saw a slim figure in a long red coat darting for the door. He was moving fast, but unfortunately for him, I moved faster. I caught him by the door, grabbed his arm and whirled him around.
For a few heartbeats, we just stared at each other as he hesitated only steps away from his freedom.
He looked flustered and scared, with his back against the door, and I saw two things right away—he was probably much younger than I thought, and he was also maybe the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.
He was so pretty with his long, black braids, his deep brown eyes and his ridiculously long eyelashes, I had to look closely to make sure this wasn’t a young female.
The he turned and tried desperately to twist the doorknob, clawing at it, like he was unfamiliar with such things—that made two of us—and he seemed to be in a complete panic.
I took him by the shoulders to turn him around and push him back against the door again.
I heard a soft “oof” as I shoved him against it harder than I’d meant to, holding him there while I pulled my weapon.
“No, no, please don’t shoot. Please! I’m sorry! I-I must be in the wrong room.”
“You certainly are,” I said, looking down into those big, beautiful eyes.
The rest of the face wasn’t bad either, with its golden-brown skin, slightly upturned nose and stubborn little chin.
There was no longer any chance of mistaking him for girl, considering the deep timbre of his voice as he yelled at me, and the hard muscles I could feel as I pressed against him.
“Get off me, or I’ll-I’ll kick you!”
I fought to keep a smile from my face. “That’s pretty bold talk for someone in your current situation.
” I said, looking down into that scared little face as I held him effortlessly.
His legs tried to kick out, but my body was pressed tightly against him.
I let him struggle and wear himself out for a while as I stared down at him.
“Wait a minute. I know you. You’re the little chibby I saw earlier with Prince Larz. What’s the matter? Did you get lost on the way to the prince’s room?”
“What? What are you talking about? No! I mean… uh, yes! That’s it. I’ve got the wrong room. I got mixed up. All these doors look alike, you know. Please let me go!”
“Stop all the yelling or you’ll wake up the entire house. Tell me, once you figured out you were in the wrong room, did you then trip and fall into my bag?”
His eyes went wide and he began sputtering. “I-I have no idea what you’re t-talking about! I didn’t touch your damned bag!”
“Uh huh.” I took a step back, letting go of his arms. When he tried to move, however, I pushed him back again, earning myself a furious and frustrated look.
“You’ll be in big trouble when Prince Larz finds out about this! I told you that I went to the wrong room.”
“Oh, you’re definitely in the wrong room, chibby.”
“And I’ve apologized for the mistake. Let me go, damn you!
” He glared up at me impotently as he tried again to get me off him and failed.
Leaning back, he huffed out a big breath and sighed.
“What’s that stupid name you keep calling me?
Chibby or whatever? Is that supposed to be some kind of insult? ”
I took a step closer to him, smiling down at him and enjoying the little struggles that he was still making against my body. He was really very pretty, after all.
“It means someone who sells their body. A love slave. You’re one of those, aren’t you? Though I’m a little surprised Prince Vannos would allow you to roam around his house in front of his husband and sons, half naked like you are.”
His ugly red coat had fallen open in his struggles, and he was indeed almost naked underneath, with only a small scrap of cloth covering his groin.
He had obviously come ready for action. His lush lips pushed out in a pout, and they were too tempting not to sample.
I claimed his mouth thoroughly, not letting him up for air.
My hands had migrated to the sides of that pretty face and then slipped around to cradle the back of his head while my body held him firmly in place.
For a moment, we shared his breathy gasps as his hands pushed uselessly against my chest, and then he moaned and sagged and started kissing me back with the same urgency and ferocity as I was showing him.
His hands reached for my waist, and he started sliding one of his palms down my body.
I froze as his hands slipped under the drying cloth I had wrapped around my waist and palmed my typpid.
I used the Tygerian word for it, though humans called it a cock.
I pulled away to gaze down at him, and his face turned a dusky pink as he stared up at me, those pretty eyes of his flashing.
“G-get off me,” he said, which was just as ridiculous as it sounded, since he still had his hand wrapped firmly around my typpid, and he had begun to slide his other hand over the planes of muscle on my stomach.
“I might say the same to you,” I managed to choke out as he squeezed me even harder and began to stroke me.
The lust began riding me, and it was getting harder and harder to speak.
I decided to return the favor, sliding the hated coat from his shoulders and ripping off the tiny scrap of cloth he was wearing to take hold of him .
He was long and uncut, unlike most humans but typical of most of the other humanoids I’d met.
The skin was ruddy pink, and he had a surprisingly large member considering his small frame.
Compared to me, at least, as I stood as tall as the king, who was famously almost 200 cm in height.
I was well endowed too, as he seemed to notice.
I took him in my hand, returning the favor and it felt like it was supposed to be there.
A powerful feeling rushed over me that I hadn’t felt since Merik.
It was a sense of excitement, yes, but also of rightness.
Of doing exactly what I wanted and needed to do after so long.
Breathing hard, he tore away the drying cloth from around my waist, letting it drop to the floor.
I lowered my mouth to his again and continued to kiss him, desperately, frantically, and he matched my intensity and went even harder, like this was some kind of contest between us. Maybe it was, at that.
He began to climb me like a tree and I allowed it, as he wrapped his legs around me and slid and wriggled his body upward to press our groins together. I tossed my weapon back onto the bed behind me and put both my hands on his plump, little ass to help him reach his goal.
I leaned down to take full possession of his mouth, thrusting my tongue between his lips and getting to know the inside of his mouth thoroughly before I finally raised my head. I had no idea why this was happening. I raised my head and looked down into his shocked, beautiful little face.
Well, perhaps I had some idea.
“Now let’s try again. Your name, sweetheart. Nothing more or I’ll have to continue your lesson.”
He huffed again a few times, clearly aroused but furious with me. I could see the idea to head butt me flit across his face, and I smiled down mockingly at him. “I’d advise you not to try anything,” I said, squeezing his ass harder. “I seem to have you at a disadvantage. Now what’s your name?”
“My name is Taran,” he finally ground out between gritted teeth, his face bright red with anger.
“Good boy.” I smiled and patted his ass, mainly to see his eyes flash at me with all that dark fire again. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? And now tell me who sent you to search my room.”
“No one. I mean, I-I wasn’t doing that!”
I put my hand over his mouth because he was getting loud and lying again. He made muffled sounds beneath my hand and tried to bite me. I gave his head a little bump against the door to get him to quiet down before removing my hand.
To my surprise, those slanted eyes of his filled with silly fat tears and one escaped and slid down his creamy cheek. I felt a decided pang of regret in my chest, and that just served to make me angry.
“Ow! That hurt me!”
“No, it didn’t, but the next time it will, unless you begin telling me the truth.”
“What do you want me to say?”
I just kept staring at him, waiting him out and finally, he sighed. “All right… no one sent me. I swear it. I saw you leave earlier with your men and I-I thought… I thought I might find out why you’re here so early when you’re not due until tomorrow. I made a mistake. I’m sorry!”