Worship her, the way she deserved.
Breathing heavily, she glanced up at me. Waiting.
For what?
Instead of answering her silent plea, I took a moment to take in her perfect body.
Her skin was porcelain in appearance, the occasional scar marring the perfect smoothness. Her breasts were large, quite easily a handful, and her pink nipples screamed at me, demanding me to put each one in my mouth as she had done with mine.
Patience, I told myself firmly. The last thing I wanted to do was explode before we even started.
I lowered my gaze, taking in her dripping pussy. Her legs were spread wide, offering herself to me. My own personal feast.
I continued to rub my cock, eyes alternating between her nipples, lips, and pussy.
“Touch yourself,” I pleaded and was shocked when my voice came out sounding authoritative. I was even more shocked when Z released a breathy moan.
“Where?”
“Touch those perfect tits,” I instructed. I fondled my balls, once, before moving my hand back down to the tip. Z’s eyes were fixated on my cock even as her own hands moved up her sides and to her breasts. Two fingers from each hand pulled and tugged at her nipples.
“Shit, Z,” I whispered, awed. She was beautiful and perfect and mine. I had never been overly religious before, but I thanked God that I had gotten her.
“Keep touching your breasts, but I also want to see a hand in those pretty pink lips,” I said. I figured if she had listened to me the first time, she would be willing to listen to me a second time.
If the gasp of pleasure was any indication, she liked what I had said. A lot.
One hand continued to fondle her breasts, her thumb circling around her nipple but never quite touching, while the other spread her pussy apart for my viewing pleasure. I groaned low in my throat, utterly transfixed as she jabbed a finger inside of herself.
I erratically stroked the length of my cock in tandem to her own finger entering and exiting her liquid heat. She began to fuck her finger in earnest, jabbing a second and then a third inside.
Her fingers pinched her nipple before moving to her neglected breast. She tested the weight before pulling her nipple out and releasing it. The momentum caused her boob to bounce, and she moaned.
“Look at me,” I whispered harshly. “I want to see you come.”
Her eyes lifted from my cock to my eyes and held them as she played her body like a violin. She knew which string to pluck and when to pluck it, each moan that reverberated from her body a symphony of music.
I could feel myself reaching the precipice of pleasure. One more tug, and I would be tumbling head over heels off a cliff.
“Come for me, sweetheart. My love.”
I exploded the same time she did. Our cries echoed in the large bedroom. My balls clenched painfully as I released the last of my seed onto the bedspread.
“Fucking hell,” Z breathed, panting. She glanced up at me with doe-like eyes. “I didn’t know you fucking had it in you.” She sounded awed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I admitted, standing up from the bed and moving to the adjacent bathroom. Turning on the faucet, I wetted two towels before moving back to the bed. I gently cleaned Z off before rubbing the cum off my own dick. Our mixed seed still darkened the bedspread, but I was too lazy to send up servants to change the bedding.
Instead, I grabbed a blanket from a chest near the foot of the bed and laid it overtop of the sex-drenched one. Z waited until it was sprawled out before climbing back on the bed, still naked. I curled around her, tucking my head beneath her chin.
This was heaven. Bliss.
It was unlike anything I had ever felt before.
“Kill?” Z mumbled sleepily. Her fingers were idly stroking patterns on the skin of my chest.
“Yes, my love?” I asked, tentatively pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.
“You don’t have to be a fighter or a protector for me to love you. You just have to be you.” The last words were nearly unintelligible, but I heard them as if they were screamed.
Did she...?
Did she just confess...?
I didn’t want to hope, but my heart began pounding against my rib cage. All I could do was hold her closer against me. Surrounding her in my love. I languidly nuzzled her perky nipple with the tip of my nose.
Before I could ponder her unintentional confession, I felt darkness encroaching at the edges of my vision. Sleep claimed me like a thief in the night, stealing away the last of my coherent thoughts.
I fell asleep holding the love of my life in my arms, her confession of love hanging palpably in the air.
TWENTY-ONE
Z
The Kings loved to hear themselves talk.
I imagined they spent hours in the mirror, practicing their speeches and animated facial expressions.
The send off was small - only the Kings and their sons present. I stood in the center of the throne room dressed in tight, leather pants and a black shirt that clung to me like a second skin. Over my shoulder, I had a bow and arrow set and a sword sheathed. On my wrists, I kept two throwing daggers hidden beneath my shirt.
I felt powerful, exuding danger that no amount of haughty smirks from the Kings could replicate.
A part of me missed the badass outfit - my ninja costume, as Mali had called it - that Diego had made me. One push on the magical pendant allowed me to completely transform into Z the assassin, not Zara the simpering maid. Complete with a black cloak, white mask, and a variety of invisible weapons.
Unfortunately, the Kings had procured the pendant after The
