Mistress

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 | 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

"Poison is in everything, and nothing is without poison. The dosage makes it either a poison or a remedy." - Paracelsus

I always assumed that was literal, which on one hand it is, it truly is. But on the other hand, it's a saying with passion prodding out of it from all sides. I never suspected I'd be able to understand what those very words meant, this was until the night I gave into the King of Euncia's temptations. 

Drink after drink, hour after hour, the room began to fade into a blurring arrangement of color, the only thing clear to me was the glass I refilled time and time again and Ender's big frame. Our conversation began to slur into one big blurb, the only memorable things being how his eyes glazed at my body and how I lustfully got closer to him, stroking his arm and resting my hand on his cheek. Feeling his light stubble against the palm of my hand as his dewy eyes fell into my own.

His eyes lingered from my irises, back to my lips as I nervously nibbled on my bottom lip. Nervously?  I guess so. My heart was beating wildly in my chest and I couldn't help but to fantasizes about his hands entangled with my body. Those big, veiny hands, all over my ebony skin. The things I'd let him do to me were endless. And worst of all, I had never felt this way. I was both mentally and physically aroused. 

The way he murmured under his breath when he thought I wasn't paying attention, how he'd snag a look at my breast occasionally, the way his hand rested on my waist as he pulled me closer to him. How my breathing sped up and my chest heaved with each exchange of our drunken words.

"Hi.." He chuckled, connecting our foreheads with a smirk, his hazy eyes again meeting my own.

"Hi." I responded, wrapping my arm around his neck as he took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering with nerves. "Something on your mind?" The man scoffed, his grip tightening.

"I can't help myself around you, my dearest Drucilla," Ender responded, taking another hasty sip of wine, finishing off another glass as I leaned over, my breast positioned directly in his face as I poured him another cup. His eyes trailed from them to the glass as he gave me a condensed smirk, contemplating his next claim.

"What do you mean by that?" I questioned, placing my hand on the back of his chair, his emerald eyes delving into my own as he bit his lip.

"I mean," He paused, wrapping his other arm around the rest of my waist his eyes emerging with an unfaithful lust. "Often, I find myself engaged with endless thoughts of you. The only way I make them stop is to run from you." I smirked in response, placing the dark bottle down on the wooden table with a clink. The cold air of dawn brushed against my soft skin.

"Why must you run, My King?" I questioned as time began to slow the first rays of dawn setting on us.

"Because, I have this ungodly attraction to you, you're body, to your personality, you're constant attitude, I'm drawn to you and I don't know why. It's wrong, yet I want you, and only you." 

"Then, why not have me?" My drunken state blurted out as the wetness in-between my thighs grew, his eyes shimmering with lust. The golden man raved in the suggestion, pondering a viable reason to decline. 

"No one would know.. it would be me and you." I added as the King bit his lip his jaw clenching.

I leaned in, licking my lips and searching for the right thing to say. My red hair fell out of my messy bun and against my back. "Take me, Ender." 

"The thought of your lips against mine has ravished through my mind ever since our agreement was made, Drucilla." I smirked to myself, ignoring the soft sparking at my hand as well as the sparking that rippled upon my skin from Ender's fingertips. Apparently, these hallucinations of mine had spread.

If I fuck him, will he give me a bonus? Hm. 

For once, that didn't matter. 

I wanted to feel the King's hands brush over my supple skin, his lips against mine, I wished to run my hands through his elegant hair. 

The King's eyes flicked between my own, and my lips desperation crawled into the air as the room began to heat up in a matter of seconds, his eyes posing the question his mind struggled to form. "May I kiss you, Drucilla?" 

"Yes.. a thousand times, yes." 

As soon as the words stumbled off of my lips, I was pulled into his lap, my hands automictically caressed his face as he held me close, smashing our lips together as my tongue danced in his mouth. Passion emerged at the seams, his lips were as delicate as they had looked. His tongue was exotic, he ravished it as if he wanted to feel every inch of my body. His hands found their way under my robe as he groped at my ass, appreciating every centimeter of skin.

I found myself obsessed with his touch, I'd been touched before in tons of ways, but these felt different. I  felt good, I was pleasured by the idea of it alone, not just the physical stimulation. I always assumed that was the point with what I do, finally experiencing some sort of chemical satisfaction as his hands groped my body, my waist fluctuating and grinding against his growing bulge. I was in awe, the already deep-set lust only grew within the pits of my body as I whined against his lips, running my hands through his hair as I panted.

One of his hands left my ass with a gentle spank before he pulled the string of my robe, letting it reveal my body, my breast pressed up against his covered chest, my cunt rubbing directly against his constricting pants as he moaned into the kiss, his hands trailing my body, unsure of what to touch next.

The sound of his soft pants sealing the deal as I started to take his shirt off, need filling my veins.

"Fuck.." Ender muttered against my lips, as we parted searching for air as I laughed.

"You're just too damn hot, Drucilla. I can't keep my hands off of you.." The King stated, his eyes trailing to my endless struggle to unbutton his shirt, my hands sparking more and more by the second.

"Drucilla.." The King's voice trailed, his eyes flickering between my hands and my eyes.

"What?" I asked conflicted. "You can see it too?" 

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