The onlooking crowd cheers when I dodge the man who charged into me. The bumbling brute batters into a table of men who aren't fortunate enough to be as quick as I am. The collision is heavy and loud. The ruffian, who was dim enough to pick a fight with me, spills all the drinks on the table on impact. It inspires the sat men to stand and to hurtle him against the wall, where he then passes out.
Daemon watches this play out with the rest of the patrons in the tavern, arms crossed, chest buzzing in amusement.
"That'll teach ya to mind yer manners," a man from our company barks before sharing a laugh with the rest of the men.
My inebriety is washed off with my exhaustion. I wobble back to my table, glaring at the men there, "You lot could stand to help?"
Daemon chuckles, but someone else answers, "Well, our lady proved the point beautifully."
I roll my eyes, "Men are good for nothing," I grab my things and head out of the tavern.
"Oh, don't be like that, lady love!" one of the men call, "I'm sure one of us can show you how good it can be to have a man!"
They share a laugh with each other and I roll my eyes.
The moment, I'm outside, I burp and head back to our camp. I whip my head to the side when I realize someone came outside with me.
"The slurs of drunken cunts," Daemon grins, walking beside me with his hands behind his back.
I shake my head and keep walking, "You're a cunt yourself, since you sat and watched."
"There's something rather bewitching seeing you get covered in ale and blood," he mutters through a lopsided smile.
"Mmm, I pray you be bewitched all the way back to your tent and leave me be," I glare at him before walking faster.
He makes a tutting sound and grabs my arm, preventing me from moving any father. The prince shakes his head and brushes his hand down my shoulder, "My drunken fool has forgotten her promise to me."
I scowl at him, "Who are you calling fool?" I shove him back. It doesn't work very effectively. Curses. I hiss, "I made no promise to you. Unhand me."
Daemon chuckles, both his hands now on my arms, "Ah, you're right. Twas I that promised you this," he rubs his hands up to my temples and swipes his thumbs on my brows, "The head of our enemy's dimwitted commander for a night you'd not forget."
My breath catches in my throat when the silver haired man leans closer. He mutters, "Or did you think my words on the battlefield were weightless, Northern girl?"
"I am not interested in your words, nor doing such lascivious things with you," I push him off by his chest.
Daemon lets me walk away, and he laughs as I do so. "I did not think your memory would be so poor after such cheap wine touched your lips."
I hear him follow after me.
"Shall I recite how you confessed your desires to bed a man before you died?"
"And I am alive, am I not?"
"You'll only truly, once you've had me throw your legs over my shoulders and-"
"Whatever I spoke to you-" I snap, turning around and pointing a finger at him, "About my sinful desires-"
Daemon chuckles.
"-in moments of weakness, be it when I was drunk or desperate in the middle of a fight, do away with it, devil."
He laughs louder at that.
"I have no intention of sullying myself, all because you-"
"My," he drags out and yanks be by the arm, "My lady is acting suddenly so ladylike."
I narrow my eyes at him, "I have always been ladylike because I am a lady!" I wrangle out of my his grip.
I whine when he grips my shoulders tightly. My stomach drops at the way he whispers in his mother tongue against my ear. Though I do not know what he says, I renders me frozen in my spot.
The prince relishes in this. His hands find my cheeks again. He leans in close, so close I can smell what he had been drinking. "It's not something to fuss over, really," Daemon mutters, thumb on my lips, breath laced with wine, "And wouldn't it better I take your maidenhead than some old man you'll never desire?"
Whatever I flaring retort I had is put out by the moistness of his lips.
I had never been kissed before. The sensation makes my insides roll and it's surprisingly so pleasant to be kissed by such a man as Daemon.
He chuckles, "Oh, apologies," he brushes my hair back, "Wasn't your maidenhood already broken ages ago on the account of your horseback riding?"
My heart races when his one hand slips into my clothes, on to my bare chest. His other hand comes to my waist. He sighs contentedly when I do not repel him after pulling me close to kiss me once more. I actually kiss him back this time.
"No one's gonna know," he mutters, "Just us and the gods."
We're a mess of heavy breathing when we reach my tent. Daemon wastes no time in ripping me out of my clothing. It doesn't take long for it to be just him and I in a sea of discarded fabrics.
My skin reaches out to him with goosebumps when his hot huffs hit my neck. My movements are intrinsic; I reach out to him just as he kneads my body. His hips nestle between my bare thighs. A whine escapes me when he begins to rub against me.
"Relax," he mutters, "It won't hurt. You'll enjoy it."
I sigh as he begins to trail kisses down my neck. I slowly feel myself melt into his touch. He continues meshing his hips into mine until a tingle builds in my belly and my toes curl in response. I feel a slickness build between my thighs. I claw my nails into his back and he hisses in response. My legs tighten around him. He groans, muttering something in his native tongue.
I gasp when he tugs me by my hair and speaks hotly against my ear, "You're making it hard for me to be gentle with you."
I claim his lips with my teeth, making him groan. I scratch my fingers up his nape and pull on his hair in a more gentle and needing manner, "I can take it."
Daemon lets out an amused garbled noise then claws my legs apart as he shifts above me. I throw my head back and squeal the moment shoves in my weeping cunt and he proceeds to thrust at a vigorous pace. He huffs through his nostrils as his thick, heavy member bullies into me. He pins me in place by clamping his hands at the back of my thigh and folding my legs like he meant to make me half my size.
"Oh," he lets out a prolonged sigh, "If they could see you now," he heaves, "Powerless against me, reduced into a mewling little girl, taking it like a bitch in heat." He chuckles, lifting himself up to watch how he had me whining and rolling my eyes back.
He releases one thigh then pushes my jaw back; my voice and neck strain because of it. He goes wild over the sight and sound of my frantic breathing. He slightly squeezes my jaw, "No one's gonna know you lost your maidenhead to me."
I feel my lungs deflate when he puts more pressure on my airways.
"Mmm," he hums through the sound of slapping skin, "But everyone's gonna know I pumped my seed into you when your babe comes out looking like me."
I suck in a sharp breath when he releases my throat.
"Let's see how you fare once you're heavy with my child."
