~Slowly.. quietly.. my bare feet step into the King's Chamber. The floor, a thick wood, with huge heavy rugs surrounding the king size bed set in the center of the house-size room. A caged white owl rests in the corner during the afternoon nap-time. The glow of the sun shining through the only sky light above the bed is blinding, giving the room an almost dream-like quality. Birds can faintly be heard outside in the garden, along with the ocean crashing upon the cliff side.
Through thin see-thru bed-curtains I gaze upon you. In the middle of the bed you sleep, covered in thick fir blankets. Wearing only my kings robe, I circle the bed. Slowly. Your perfect, naked leg lies out of the blankets. A shoulder as well. Glowing, your skin reflects like silk. I let my robe drop to the floor, exposing my weathered, sun tanned skin and mended wounds, and patiently crawl onto the bed. With you.
Having only met the night before, I imagine who you are. And what your life must have been like before your village was destroyed by the Fire Dragon known throughout the country as Dark Lightning. I remember the way you fought Dark Lightning's serpents covered in blood. And the way you ran into my arms before our narrow escape. Trembling no more, you lie before me. Breathing silent. Like an angel.
I rest, kneeled at your side. Watching you dream. So fragile. So.. beautiful. Knowing my own dark-side, my dark secret, I feel unworthy. Your beauty reminds me of a more gentler time. When death and torment was no option. What is your name I wonder? I look upon your angel face. And your angel hair. I recognize the flower peddle in your hair. Your town had an infinite amount of these flowers; before it burned to the ground. Perhaps being the last peddle of your home, I decide to preserve it. How precious a peddle can be, when it is the last.
You sigh, like a child, as I lean over to set the peddle upon the thick bed post. Your head lifts off the pillow to look around. You sigh once more and lie on your back. Our eyes meet. You say nothing. Instead smile. And giggle faintly. We look into each other. Your expression changes to that more serious and you make your head more comfortable within the grouping of pillows. You reach out your hand and graze my shoulder with your finger tips, and study my bandaged arm. Your touch is soothing. Your presence impossible to define. I watch your eyes as they wander my skin. I study your eyebrows. Your fingers gently slide down my arm and rest upon my knee. Your eyes hesitate below my waste, then look me briefly in the eyes as if to ask permission to look upon my man hood resting next to my leg. You have my full attention. And permission.
Gently you glide your fingers up the shaft of my trophy, and back down again. So provocative. So stimulating. I harden in your hand as you shift your grip back and forth. My heart begins to race. Then, with an almost sinister grin you lean over and taste your interest. I gasp. Your tongue.. so warm. And wet. I feel the back of your throat as you slide as much of me in your mouth as you can fit. My heart beats almost out of control as you stroke my rod with your mouth. Your stare keeps me sober, and I remember to breath. I hold your hair out of your face as you bring me to full mass. So passionate, so eager to please.
