Chapter 94: The Call

The carriage continued its movement as they had almost reached the palace. Ariana wondered when Zavren would be coming—she had missed him. She just wanted to see his face now. She looked through the carriage window and noticed the birds flying in the sky. The wind blew gently through the trees, making them sway in different directions. The sound echoed softly as Ariana turned to Leah, who had also turned, noticing Ariana had something to say. She watched as she signed. "The children are well taught. I love that school." Leah’s smile grew as she nodded. "Oh yes, they do teach well and not to mention, the pay is very suitable," she said, and Ariana nodded with a smile. Their happy faces were so cute—not to mention their expressions, so adorable. A small, unknown smile curled up on Ariana’s lips as she stared through the window. Leah watched her, a soft smile growing on her own lips as she realized just how great this queen of hers would be when she became a mother to her child. She was already sure Ariana would do all she could to protect the baby, and her admiration grew even more. "Anything scheduled for me today?" Ariana signed. Leah shook her head before speaking. "No, my Queen. I think maybe some rest will be needed for you. Once we arrive, we’ll be giving you a herbal tea approved by your physician." Ariana nodded—and for some reason, she had a feeling that this tea was not going to be sweet. She just hoped it wasn’t bitter leaf water. She hated the bitterness of it. **** At the Hidden Kingdom. Amos moved quickly, seeming both shocked and surprised by the king’s unexpected command to bring a mistress to his room. This was unlike King Vrazen. Knowing him, he usually canceled the ladies the chief elders suggested for him—they feared he was losing his manhood. He himself had never sent for a lady. Amos was sure that after his wife had been put to sleep, his king had not entertained any woman either. They only allowed women into his chambers to bite them, drink their blood—that was all. Otherwise, the women came out crying like they had lost someone. And now, to hear his king wanted him to bring a lady not just anyone, but a brunette—shocked him. He knew something was wrong. Or was it simply because he wasn’t used to it? Now he began to imagine something was actually wrong, though he couldn’t understand it himself. He reached the Mistress’s Chamber—a place where different mistresses stayed, just in case His Highness ever needed them, which they doubted. Some stayed happily, as they were still paid despite the king not needing them. But many selfish ones wanted the king to notice them, as they knew their pay would increase, and they would become well-respected. The large door opened as Amos entered, breath heavy. He had practically run here, urgent from His Majesty’s words. He did not want to be killed. Instead, he tried to catch his breath as the ladies’ eyes stared at him hopefully. They knew him—he was always beside His Majesty. A few ladies sat up, waiting for something to be said, as the whispers that had filled the room fell silent. "B... brunette? Any brunette here?" Amos’s eyes widened as they all turned curious. He searched with his eyes and realized almost had black hair, as they had tried to bring women similar to his wife, thinking those were the best type of women the king liked. "You...!" Amos pointed, and the ladies turned to where his hand was aimed. A lady sat at the far end, surprised, but she stood immediately—not wanting to anger the king, as that would be the worst thing ever. She noticed the dagger stares the other ladies were shooting at her. It wasn’t like she told the man to point her out. Why all the stares from every angle? Her hair fell to her shoulders, and her makeup was light, which meant she was only here because it was her shift today. She knew even if the king ever wanted someone, she’d be the least likely to be called—so the shock was visible on her face as well. She walked quickly to where Amos stood and bowed as he spoke, "Your Majesty calls for you." The lady’s eyes widened, as did those of the others. "Save the shock for later. Now make haste," he said. The lady bowed and walked quickly toward His Highness’s chamber. Just as she reached, she halted at the door, feeling slight fear. What if he made her cry? She had heard about this brutal man—how he made many of the mistresses cry. They usually ended up in serious tears. She exhaled and inhaled deeply as she raised her hand and knocked softly. The last thing she wanted was to displease him—knowing the man could make her disappear with just a snap of his fingers. "Come in." Those two words sent coldness through her bones. Her hands trembled slightly. She pushed the door open and lowered her head in a bow before closing it gently behind her. The suffocating presence made her heart race. She spoke respectfully, "Your Highness, you called for me." "Strip." That single word made her eyes widen. She had not expected that—not like this. It caught her off guard. She knew this man lacked warmth, but that being the first thing he said shocked her. She had never arrived in this man’s room to serve him, so this was unexpected. But she already knew not to expect anything less from him. Her hands moved as she began to strip quickly. Vrazen sat on the chair, his robe loosely tied as his perfect chest came into view, legs crossed. His long silver hair fell over his shoulders, some strands falling onto his face, but he did not mind them at all. His blue eyes boredly watched the lady as her full breasts came into view—they were large and full... and looked just like his.. Those chocolate nipples that only his wife had... a contrast to the usual pink buds... This woman.. Vrazen’s body stiffened as the lady’s body shivered slightly. Though her head was low, she still felt the overwhelming presence of the king; her face flushed lightly. "Which part of ’strip’ don’t you understand?" His face moved into a displeased frown, annoyance flickering in his gaze. The lady moved, her face burning. She quickly bent down to remove her panties, and just as she did, she was left only with her heels. She bent to remove them. "Don’t." His words rang coldly. The woman’s eyes narrowed as she raised her head to stare at him. "Leave the heels," his voice came low. The lady felt awkward—she didn’t know why he told her to strip and then leave only the heels. "Now sit there and spread your legs wide," Vrazen spoke, and the woman’s face mirrored shock. Still, she moved immediately. Her butt met the cold floor as she opened her legs. She bit her lips, feeling vulnerable. She could feel his gaze resting there, and her unused core throbbed in and out. She held back the urge to cover herself or clamp her legs. Her heart shuddered in electrifying desire. "Good... now touch your sex." The lady’s eyes stretched in disbelief, and her hands flew to her mouth. Vrazen’s eyes flickered to her inner thigh once more before moving to her shocked face. "Y... your M... Majesty, please..." the lady spoke, her eyes moving almost in horror as it lowered submissively under his gaze. It was obvious she had never done this before. His lips curled. The lady had no idea why she was begging. She should’ve known His Majesty by now—that this man wouldn’t care, as begging could only make matters worse. "You want me to touch you instead? Hmm... why do you remind me of my cocoa, hmm?" he asked. The lady’s wide eyes stared at him as his lips curled up. "Come here," he said, his voice plain and cold, his eyes dead and lifeless. The lady stood immediately and walked to him—the soft click of her heels echoing. Vrazen’s eyes etched the way her breasts bounced and her nipples hardened under his gaze. Her large, full breasts and nipples reminded him of... his wife’s. His gaze flickered with something unreadable. Was that why he wasn’t being harsh with her? Knowing him, he wouldn’t have batted an eye. When he said "touch," it didn’t matter what you wanted—you had to do it. "Sit." His one word brought chills down her spine. The lady sat on his lap. A soft gasp escaped her lips as his hands grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard. Her soft flesh pressed and popped slightly through the gap of his hands. "While you sit, spread those legs. Let me finger you." The lady’s body flushed at the hotness of his tone and the deepness of his voice. Her back arched as she opened her legs. "Wider," he said. She tried to move them wider, but she knew she couldn’t go any further. Before she knew it, his hands slipped inside her. Not one, not two—but four. "Aahhhhn!" A moan tore through her lips as her insides stretched. Her back arched again, and he curled his fingers inside her as he began to move fastly. Her eyes flew open in shock. She keened as his other hand pinched her brown buds tightly. A yelp escaped her lips as her body shivered—an electrifying current shooting through her. Her brain scattered, but her body was aware of every inch of his presence. "Open those fucking legs," Vrazen’s voice rang in her ear, making them burn. Her head nodded quickly, spreading wider as he pulled his hand away. Her eyes darted to his fingers—now filled with white liquid. Her mouth parted in shock. She felt completely vulnerable. "Stand," he ordered. She obeyed, but her legs wobbled as she stood. Suddenly, a sharp slap landed on her butt. Her cum now rested on her butt cheek—he had used the exact fingers that he’d inserted into her to smack her butt. Vrazen’s dark eyes rested on hers as the lady’s legs wobbled further, her face flushing deeply. "Now bend... give me a blowjob."