57

Forty lashes down and I can’t take it anymore.
Eloive’s back is severely bruised and lacerated. His skin is torn, and there are deep wounds where the spikes made contact. My wrist hurts like hell and the council doesn’t seem to care that Eloive is slipping in and out of consciousness or that Massa is worn out. Rather they are busy enjoying the wine that some maid had brought in but nobody can convince me that Luwid is actually drinking wine.
The whip fell to the ground with a thud. That got their attention.
“You’re not done wolf, so pick up the whip and continue,” Farouk said coolly.
“No.”
“No?”, he asks standing up. “You refuse to obey?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus Stormie just stop being challenging,” Massa says.
“No, I won’t. You all are being ridiculous. Eloive doesn’t deserve this. Yes, he committed a crime, but I’m pretty sure you all would have done the same if you were in his shoes.”
“Your point?”, Luwid asks, bored.
“Let him go.”
“Then you would have to take his place darling,” Rifera said.
I shudder. “But I killed no one.”
“Stepping on our lands warrants death but Thjis said we should punish you instead. So, take off your cloak and replace him or keep whipping him. Pick one.”
I know that I have lost this round. I bend to pick up the whip but Massa stops me. I’m only confused when he takes off his shirt. Could it be that he wants to…
“I’ll replace Eloive.”
The council collectively rolled their eyes. “I do not understand you prince. You wish to replace him who put you in this mess?”, Luwid asks.
“I’m replacing him and that’s final,” Massa says before turning to his brothers. “Dolan, I want you to count. Ruarc, replace Stormie. Release some of that anger on my back,” he took in a deep breath before facing Sia. “Sia take care of Stormie. Eoff, help Eloive to the infirmary. And please, someone should take Cecilia’s body out of here.”
Sia was only happy to be free from watching. He grabbed my arm, and gently pulled me to the exit.
“He’s not going to survive it Sia,” I cry out. “We have to go in there and save him,” I speak tugging his arm.
Frustrated, Sia stops. “We can’t, okay? You should be thankful that you’re still alive. Now come here.”
I resist the urge to cry as I follow Sia to the east wing. He steps into Massa’s residence, shutting the door once I’m in.
“Baby, I know you’re sad but you have to suck it up, okay? There’s nothing I can do about it.”
“Will they be fine?”, I ask him.
“Yes. Now go and rest.”
“I can’t… I can’t rest Sia. I… Massa is in trouble because of me and I… should have replaced Eloive Sia.”
“You can’t take those lashes Crinka, but if you think you can, I dare you to go out there and replace Massa.”
I did not move.
“That’s what I thought. Now go and take a shower. You stink of guilt.”
“Will you be joining me?”
I’m testing the waters, asking him such questions.
“No.”
“But…”
“Go take a shower Crinka and stop being suggestive.”
I scowl, but grumpily make my way to Massa’s bathroom. I came out clean a moment later, but I refused to put on clothes or wrap a towel around my frame. Naked and wet, I stepped out of the room, and a delicious aroma filled the air. My guess is Sia is in the kitchen.
And I guessed right. He has an apron tied around his waist, stirring sauce in a pot.
“I didn’t know you can cook.”
He looked up and did a double-take when he saw me.
“You like what you see?”
“No, I mean yes. Dammit Crinka, why are you not wearing clothes?”
“Why are you?”, I asked walking up to him. He backs away.
“You should put on something. The palace is too cold for you.”
“I have a better idea. How about you just keep me warm with body heat?”
“No.”
I sigh in frustration. “You see? It’s because of guys like you that women go gay! You refuse to please her when she deserved to and…”
Sia interrupts me with his mouth, and I wholly give in to the kiss. I frown when he abruptly pulls away. “That’s it? That’s all you’re giving me? Sia, I hate to be so suggestive while your brother is getting a beating he doesn’t deserve, but this is the only way to get my mind off everything.”
“Of course, it is Crinka. Of course, it is.”
“You say that like I’m lying.”
“I didn’t say you’re lying. All I’m saying is that I can’t have sex with you right now”, he says walking around me, to put off the gas.
“And why not?”
“Because it won’t be right,” he says, taking off his crown. I frown when he hands it to me. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Just put it on. I want to see what you would like with my crown. That’s all.”
“Okay.” I took the crown from him and put it on my head.
He smiles at me, showing off his pearly whites. “Mi regina,” he whispers.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“I don’t know what’s up with you but you’re acting really weird. First you ask me to wear your crown, and now you’re muttering off curses in an unknown language.”
“It’s not a curse. I was simply calling you my queen in Latin.”
I walked to him. “Your queen huh? So, what kind of king would you be if you didn’t give your queen what she wants?”
Sia looks dumbfounded. “I don’t remember her wanting anything.”
I take off his crown, and leave it by the counter, before threading my fingers with his warm ones. “Make me forget Sia. I want to forget. You can do that right?”
I didn’t expect him to cave, but he did, and I’m excited he did.
Sia’s lips came crashing down on mine and I feel his sharp intake of breath. His warm tongue runs along mine as he cups my flushed cheeks. His hands grip the tops of my thighs and he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I bury my fingers into his hair, gently tugging at it while he walks out of the kitchen and into Massa’s bedroom, his lips still molded against mine. He sits back on Massa’s bed, still holding me, and I am seated on his lap. I rock him back and forth and his grip tightens. He pulls away from our heated kiss to take off his cloak and I can’t look away. His scars litter his chest beautifully and I kiss the ones I can find.
“Enough Crinka,” he whispers, his breath hot and heavy.
Sia brings his head down and pulls a pretty nipple into his mouth. He flicked the little bud with his tongue before giving it a soft bite. I squirm, threading my fingers in his hair. My fist closed tight, pulling at his scalp.
Making good use of his free hand, Sia plays with my other breast, kneading my flesh and squeezing the soft mound before aggressively twisting and pinching my nipple, bringing it to a harder peak. I gasped and arched my back, pushing my breasts into him.
“So responsive,” he murmurs against my flesh. Releasing my breasts, he pushes me down, before hovering above me. My eyes squeezed shut, and I let out a breathy moan when I felt him settling between my thighs. He spreads them wider and I open my eyes. He ran his tongue low and firm from my opening to my clit.
And then he dug in, tasting and sucking, biting and nipping, his tongue moving expertly in and out of my sex. My head trashes from side to side as I grip the sheets harder. I writhed, squirmed and panted underneath him. Lord, I need him now. “Sia!”
He lifts his head, white orbs meeting my eyes. “Hmmm?”
“I… I… don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning to. You ready for me now?”
I nod, chest heaving.
“Good girl. Hands and knees now.”
No man has ever taken me that way before and I’m delighted he’s going to be the first. I quickly comply, wiggling my butt high in the air just for him. He joins me on his knees, and I exhale sharply when he bites my bum. With one hand gripping my hip, he lines himself up. He stroked my center with the head of his cock, bumping against my swollen nub. Sia pushed deeper, letting my body open for him, it took a few more shallow thrusts then I loosened for him.
“Are you ready for me love?”, his voice is husky, breaths deep.
I nod, yelping when his hand flattens against my arse.
“What did you hit me for?”
“When I talk to you, I want answers. Put your sweet mouth to work. You can do that right?”
I nod again.
“Words baby words.”
“Yes, I can do that.”
“Good. Now I will ask again, are you ready for me? Before you answer that, have it in mind, that I won’t be gentle.”
“I don’t care,” I breathe out. “Just take me already.”
He pulls back until the head of his cock was inside me and then he thrust forward, hard and fast, driving himself to the hilt. My thighs tremble, as his moans and mine fill the air.
“Oh God! Oh God!”
He paused, “It’s Sia love, not God.”
“Does it really matter? Just fucking take me!”
He wraps a handful of my hair around his fist, forcing my back to arch. I cry out in both pain and pleasure as he slams into me harder.
On and on,
Relentless,
Fierce.
He tweaks my nipples, and I moan. “Say my name love, say it.”
“Sia!”
An orgasm courses through me as skin slaps against skin. He throws his head back, letting out a loud groan as he releases inside me, costing my insides with his cum. I milked him dry, taking everything he had to give. He slides out of me, and I collapse on the sheets, breathing hard. Sia joins me on the bed, propping up on his elbow, so he can look down on me.
“Crinka before I take you again, I want to make a few things clear. Your moans, they’re mine, Your pussy, it’s mine. You come and only for me. If you want to sing, let it be my name, because baby, you’re it for me.”