Desire

Before The Tragedy Began

*Lemon Chapter And Slight Predatory*

How did this happen? He's supposed to be the leader of the Fog Troupe. Look where he is now, in the bedroom of a noble's daughter. He would be considered a failure and a hypocrite in the eyes of his followers. However, at this moment, he didn't care. As she was in his arms, that's all that mattered.

Kassim, the leader of the Fog Troupe.

Rose, the daughter of a high class noble.

Kassim always enter from her balcony late at night. The guards and servants were either asleep and the ones who were awake were too tired to keep their eyes open. Rose's room was big and full of lavish things any noble girl would have. Her father would spoil her rotten, but she didn't care for the gold or dolls. She didn't understand what she wanted until she met Kassim.

They both laid in her large king-size bed, with Kassim on top of her, holding her body close to him. His hands intertwined with her hair and the bedsheets as he continued to pleasure her. Roses' hand locked in Kassims dreadlocks and the other over her mouth to conceal her voice.

'How did we end up here?' He wondered.

He continued to move his hip faster to meet her, placed a hand on her hip to pull her to him each time he moved. The room echoed with their voices, trying to be as quiet as possible, but enough to please their lover. He rested his face in the crook of her neck, kissing lightly and groped her breast. Her face was red with embarrassment and his eye full of lust for the woman underneath him. With each thrust, her breasts would follow in rhythm. He kissed his way down to her nipple and began to suck hard. Roses legs wrapped around his hips tightly as a response along with some moans accidentally escaping her throat.

All of the events leading up to this moment could have never been foreseen by them. They should be natural-born enemies, but they are lovers. Their relationship was full of love, passion, and lust for each other.

Kassim held Rose tightly to him as she clung onto his back. She was desperately holding back her moans of pleasure. She would have gladly let out her cries, however, if her father were to discover about her affairs, Kassim would be killed. When they first met, Kassim believed her to be a stuck up noble just like the rest of them, but when continued to run into each other, Kassim realized she was like him. She lost her mother at a young age, her father was a drunk, and both longed for something more. The main differences were that they were from entirely different social classes. That didn't stop them from seeing each other. Each time he would crawl up the palace wall and into her balcony, he risked his life to see her.  When he made his way through the slums to her, he would look behind now and then to make sure no one followed. He didn't this time, because he hadn't seen her in weeks. He didn't think it would matter.

However, this time, he was followed.

"Ah! Kassim, my love, harder, please!" Rose whispered in his ear.

"If you keep your voice up, you'll wake the whole mansion from your pretty little cries." He kissed her eagerly on her lips. Lifting her legs onto his broad shoulders and continued to pound into her. He could never deny her requests. He was like a mindless servant listening to his masters' orders and he loved it. It wasn't an abusive or soul breaking serving; it was a love for the person he wanted to serve and protect.

Rose's hand clutched the bed sheets tightly. Her long blonde hair sprawled around her, her soft pale skin bruised from Kassim's abuse (kissing), and her body ached for more of him. Kassim's muscles burned from the intense movements of his hips, his dreadlocks fell loose from his hair tie, as he stared as Roses' nude body, he marveled how such a girl could ever want a low life like him.

As they neared their ends, Kassims desperately moved faster to unravel the knot forming in his gut, along with Roses'. Out in the trees, a blonde hair boy Kassims age stared in shock in what he was seeing. They were both fighting for the better of the slums. His best friend who claimed to have hated all nobles was in the chambers of a noble girl.

Making love to her.

Kassim dropped one leg and clutched the other as hard as he could as he finished. Rose buried her face into the pillow as she muffled her moans.

"R-Rose!"

"Kassim!" Just as she said that Kassim finished inside of her and she followed right after. After several minutes of heavy panting and recovering, Kassim finally pulled out of her and fell beside her. He pulled himself upon his back, on top of the pillows, and pulled her to his chest. Rose rested her head above his heart, closing her eyes. Kassim's hand ran through her tangled hair, kissing the top of her head. He pulled the sheets above their bodies as she slept. He couldn't stay for long if he did a servant would find him and report him to her father. He would never leave right after, he would always wait until she fell asleep. Kassim closed his eyes to rest for a few minutes.

Alibaba collected himself and ran back to the slums, not speaking a word of that night. He wasn't the only one who saw their scandalous deed. The master of the mansion, her father, stared in horror as he saw his beloved daughter being defiled by a low life, dirty, scum who dared touch her before he did.

Thus, he plotted his revenge and teach his daughter a "lesson" of disobeying his trust.