1164 word(s)Published149 A soft hand touching him hesitatingly, it penetrated his drunk haze. So soft, and oh so soothing. It reminded him of when he was a young lad in his mother's knees. His mother would read to him, and teach him how to do maths. She will praise him and pat the soft curls of his head when he does things right. The small hand that caressed his thigh, and now, his hair, was like a soothing balm to his wounded soul. To his head raving mad. One by one, his demons began receding. One by one, the dark memories began fading. They loosened their fierce hold on him. Only a bit. For the first time, he became aware of his surroundings. Of the soft trembling body he pinned to the wall, thrusting savagely and hungrily into her. Danika. He loosened his hold on her breast, but his control was still shot

 1276 word(s)Published151 Her arms felt like water, but she was able to raise them and wrap around his head. They cuddled that way. They listened to the sound of their breathings. Allowing the silence between them to stretch, it was a comfortable silence where the king tried to remember the details of what just happened, and Danika tried to surpress the feeling of worry for her child. What was done, was done. At least if she lost the baby, it will save her from all the stress and worry about the king finding out, she tried to console herself. She concentrated on the feeling of the King's head in between her breasts, his hand was caressing her skin the same way hers does to his head. They almost seem like real couples, Danika thought with an inner sad smile. She closed her eyes to enjoy the moment. "Thank you, Danika." His deep voi

 1075 word(s)Published153 "What if I get pregnant?" She blurted out. He stiffened all over. One moment he felt like a man, and next, he felt like stone beside her. The silence that followed was nervewrecking. Then, "You should never worry about that. I have never given you to another man. I have never shared you before, and I do not have plans to share you with anybody." he looked her dead in the eyes, "So, that is not possible, Danika." Danika's heart flew right out of her. The king lowered his bead again and closed his mouth around her nìpple, he sucked and played with the other one. The courage deserted her at his reply, and the fear of what he'll do when he finds out doubled. She must be a coward because she can't tell him about it anymore. At least, not for today. She'll talk t