Lienna.
I had finally made a full recovery from the attack and was allowed to return to my duties as a maid. It was a relief for me, as I was already tired of lying in bed and being monitored by Mara. Although, my time on bed rest had given me ample opportunity to think about that day and wonder if it was indeed the moon goddess’ powers that saved me. To think I almost forgot that she was residing within me, since she never showed herself until that moment. I was quite happy about it, because it meant I didn’t die in those assassins’ hands.
As I went about my duties, I couldn’t shake off the suspicion that Veronica, the mistress, had been there that day. The way she was adamant on making the Shifter Kings believe I was a witch, so she could get rid of me, it could only mean she had definitely witnessed that display of power. I remembered the look in her eyes, the hatred and fear that seemed to burn within her. It was a look that sent shivers down my spine.
I wondered if she knew the truth, if she knew that the moon goddess was residing within me. And if she did, what would she do with that information? I felt a sense of unease as I went about my chores, my mind racing with possibilities. I hadn’t seen her lately and it only added to my worry and suspicion. It was almost as if she was avoiding running into me. I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. All I knew was, It didn’t sit well with me at all. I knew I had to be careful, that I couldn’t trust anyone, not even the Shifter Kings.
Today, the Shifter Kings went out on their customary hunt, and from the wave of excitement that hit the fortress, it looked like they had just returned. I paused at the floors I was sweeping, looking around to see if I could catch a glimpse of them. I couldn’t see them from where I was, and with curiosity taking the lead, I followed the maids who had gone to catch a glimpse of them.
I managed to squeeze in between them and saw the kings as they arrived into the castle, riding their horses side by side. Adonis had that usual bored expression on his face, his piercing blue eyes scanning the crowd with a hint of disinterest. Hermes’ face, on the other hand, lit up in a playful smirk, his bright smile flashing as he responded to the greetings of those around him. Caspian, the dragon king, had a calm expression on his face, looking reserved and dignified as always.
They all looked so powerful and regal, it was hard not to be in awe of them. Their broad shoulders and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the gods themselves. The way they sat atop their horses, commanding and confident, left no doubt about their status as rulers.
As I gazed at them, I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something about them that drew me in, something that made me want to know more about them. Once again, there was that rush of arousal, the need to be near all three of them overwhelming. I felt my heart racing, my pulse pounding in my veins like a drum. I paused in the middle of a smile, frowning instead. What’s wrong with me? I At first, it was just the obsessive thoughts about them, wondering what they were doing, who they were with, what they were thinking. And later, they started appearing in my dreams, haunting my sleep with their presence. Now, I become physically aroused just from staring at them?! I didn’t like it at all. It was as if my body had a mind of its own, betraying me with its reactions.
Uncomfortable, I turned to leave, needing to be alone to process my emotions. I couldn’t understand why this was happening to me. I quickened my pace, my heart racing with every step. I needed to get out of there, to escape the overwhelming sensations that threatened to consume me. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I knew I needed to find a way to stop it before it was too late.
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I woke up in the middle of the night, my heart racing and body trembling. I was so aroused, it was becoming painful. I touched my heavy breasts, taut nipples, and bit my lips, a moan threatening to slip out. What’s wrong with me?! Why was I this horny??! I felt like I was losing control, like my body was no longer mine to command. Flinging the covers from my body, I tried to see if touching myself would give me the needed relief, but it didn’t work. If anything, it made the flames burn brighter.
This won’t do, I needed a man in me. Otherwise, I could genuinely lose my mind. It felt like I was going to die. I stumbled out of my room, leaving the maid’s quarters and heading straight to the Shifter Kings’ residence. I didn’t know why my legs were taking me there of all places, but I couldn’t even stop myself if I wanted to. It was as if I was under some sort of spell, driven by a primal urge I couldn’t resist.
I stopped a guard on patrol, my breathing in ragged gasps as I made to speak. “Please… Do you know where the Shifter Kings are?” I asked, looking at him with an imploring gaze. He seemed taken aback by my desperation, but he nodded nonetheless. “They are in the play pen,” he responded, his brows furrowed in confusion.
I mumbled my thanks and immediately went to meet them there. Heavens, it felt like my skin was burning. I was desperate. I didn’t care about the consequences or the fact that I was a maid and they were the Shifter Kings. All I knew was that I needed them, needed their touch, their bodies, their everything. I was willing to risk anything for relief.
I finally arrived at the Play Pen, my body burning with desire. It took all the strength in my body to not bang at the door and scream at them to open it. I called on the soldiers stationed in front of the door, begging them to alert the kings of my presence. They refused at first, ordering me to go back, but when they saw I was adamant, one of them relented and went inside.
I pressed my thighs together, whimpering as I felt my wetness drip out of me, my insides already throbbing. I couldn’t bear the thought of being denied, not now, not when I needed them so desperately. The soldier eventually came outside, his expression unreadable, and I was allowed to enter.
I rushed in as they opened the door, my heart skipping a beat as the Shifter Kings’ gaze descended on me, staring holes into my body. A wave of arousal crashed over me, and I fell to my knees, lowering my head to the ground. “Please, my Kings,” I cried out, my voice trembling, the flames beneath my skin turning into an inferno. “Please, I need you, please.”
I couldn’t look at them, couldn’t bear the thought of their rejection. But I had to try, had to beg them to take me, to use me, to quench the fire that burned within me. “Please, I need you to use me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
The room fell silent, the only sound my ragged breathing. I waited, my heart pounding in my chest, for what felt like an eternity. And then, I heard it, the sound of footsteps, heavy and deliberate, coming closer.
Oh, heavens. Finally.