ROYAL DARKNESS (MASKED)(18+)

CHAPTER FORTY ONE

Summoning my courage, I lifted my head, wiping away the tears, and rifled through my belongings. Eventually, I found the potion the witch had given me earlier. Removing the lid, I stared into the mirror before me, my chest rising and falling with fear. I closed my eyes and whispered, "This is the best choice, the only way to protect myself and this child."

I downed the potion in one swift gulp, throwing away the empty bottle as I took a deep breath, my eyes shutting . "I made the right decision," I reassured myself, studying my reflection in the mirror. My complexion paled more than usual, the effects of the medicine taking me by surprise, but I held onto the belief that I had indeed made the correct choice.
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JAMARI

Today's training had left me utterly drained. The trainers had paired me up with none other than Lyra, and she had pushed me to my limits. My thoughts were chaotic. I couldn't wrap my head around Sapphire, or should I say Veronica. It was impossible that she had only existed in my mind; I had seen her, interacted with her countless times. I also knew I lacked the power to do what she had done that day with Lyra. It was baffling.

As the day passed, I eventually found myself summoned to the Dragon King's chamber. We discussed Lyra, and before long, he began to undress me once more. His fire power gently healed the bruises that covered my body, his hands making contact with my skin, firing the desires I had felt before. I had to keep those desires hidden.

"Why does his..."

His touch always brought me a sense of satisfaction, as if I were very familiar with it, a sensation deep within me. Fleeting, hazy images flickered in my mind, but without the excruciating pain they usually come with, it was now reduced to mere blurs. Dismissing the thoughts, I spoke without pause.

"I'd be dishonest if I said I didn't enjoy what happened the other day," I confessed. His actions paused on my body, and I could feel his eyes on me. Instead of stopping there, my curiosity pushed me to continue, "The real question is, how did you bring such feeling within me? What link did we share in the past, and can the pleasure we experienced then surpass what unfolded recently?"

I wanted to understand if the pleasure I had felt was the result of my past experiences or something more. Many questions were in my mind, unspoken and left to simmer in silence. 

The sudden silent that followed my words hung in the air, leaving me squirming with embarrassment and an immediate sense of regret. I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about me right then. Did he possibly view me as a blundering fool? My inner thoughts churned, scolding me for my words.

I managed a nervous smile, attempting to ease the sudden weird feeling in the air. "You know what, forget I even asked that," I said, my tone casual as if we were discussing about the weather. "I tend to blurt things out without thinking."

I could still feel his gaze on me, and after a long pause, he finally broke the silence with, his next words shocking me. "Well," he began, his voice having a nonchalant tone, "if you're curious about how far I can go, why don't you wait?" He paused again, before casually adding, "Tonight."

The implication of his invitation hit me, and I couldn't hide my curiosity. Staying with him tonight, alone in the same room, after what had happened between us the other day? It was a daring request that left my imagination running wild with possibilities.

"What?" I queried once more, just to be absolutely sure. He repeated his words, getting rid any lingering doubts I might have had. My thoughts swirled in confusion, unsure of how to proceed. Should I wait or should I stay? The dilemma left me feeling utterly lost.

I remained in silence, wrestling with a lot of questions. My hesitation seemed to embolden the Dragon King, who took a step closer, closing the gap between us.

Then, in a move that caught me entirely off guard, he slowly encircled his hands around my neck, gently pulling me nearer. His grasp was both firm and tender, not constricting but electrifying. It was as if his lips barely brushed against mine, bringing out that undeniable pleasure I had been trying to ignore. "So, what's your decision?" he murmured against my lips, his warm breath caressing my face, his grip on my neck tightening, releasing a soft gasp from me.

His hands continued their gentle exploring, reaching my bosom and lifting me up. A gasp escaped my lips once again, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. As I was raised, I felt my bare bosom make contact with a cool, smooth wooden surface which I assume is a table. He gently set me down on it, parting my legs and positioning himself between them, his hands securing me in place.

In that suspended moment, I could sense him waiting for my response. I swallowed audibly, biting my lower lip gently, still unsure of what answer to give. My needs growing, growing with each passing second.

Then, his lips found my neck, nibbling and sucking with gentle insistence. I fought to stifle a moan, pressing my lips together as his free hand ventured to the soft flesh of my chest gently squeezing them in his palm.

"Dragon king, pl..." I began to say, but he interrupted me, correcting, "Reagan." He paused, then added, "If you wish for me to stop, I will stop."

I contemplated his offer, searching for the right response. Did I truly want him to stop? The uncertainty clouded my thoughts.

Once again, my silence spurred him on, and his fingers continued their journey, descending to my most intimate areas. His teasing touch brushed against my clitoris, and this time, Imoaned loudly this time, unable to hold back the sounds, biting my lower lip in the process. He wasn't making direct contact yet; instead, his finger danced teasingly against my sensitive skin, creating one of the most beautiful feeling had ever felt.

His mouth continued its descent from my neck, and he was driving me wild. When his lips reached my aroused nipples, I couldn't help but cry out, "Reagan," his name slipping past my lips. His actions intensified as he gently bit my nipples, causing me to grip the table. Maybe this was truly what I desired, I thought.

Then, he withdrew from my nipples, and his voice whispered sensually into my ear, "Do you want me to continue?" He pressed his fingers against my clitoris causing me to squirm.

Yes, absolutely! I wanted him to continue, to explore and experience more. I really craved it.

I was on the verge of giving him an appropriate response before I heard a knock on the door. Reagan paused his actions and moved away from me. Slowly, I closed my legs, wondering who could be knocking on the king's door, especially at this hour. It was as if all my senses returned the moment he left me, and I asked myself, "Was I really about to do that?"