A Foul Fantasy - Ashley Angoe

Leader's Den

On the rain-filled cobblestone street inside Seeivs' tribal circle, my black heels scraping the road call for more attention than my father has ever earned as the King.

As I slowly stride across the narrow, packed way, with a blade fisted back in one hand.

The sight of the drooling clan men sat like savages on either side makes me nauseous.

But they are aware who I'm here to see.

Xalen.

And thus, I believe, no one has the vigour to speak a word or intend for the inappropriate.

Somehow, the thought that Xalen being my host is factually more feared than me fisting a blade, causes a slight bloom of jealousy in my chest.

A jealousy that makes me want to overcome him.

Knowing I may never be able to do so.

A little boy wearing a dark cape, with eyes wiser and deadlier than the ones that mar soldiers, comes out of the dark, bomb-proofed walls of Xalen's office across the street.

There's more sounds of trickling from the seepage in buildings around this square than there is with spring rain.

"Come." He says.

I follow the boy inside.

Just as I make my way through the door, having to duck my head to get in, I wonder how Xalen's stature gets inside here.

And that makes laughter bubble up in my throat.

But the sight of Xalen sitting on a chair in my front snags my attention.

The little boy leaves us alone with a shut door.

Before Xalen opens his mouth to ask me why I'm here.

I place the silver blade on the table with a clang of steel and look straight up at his face.

It takes him a few beats of silently looking at me while playing his knuckles, without an expression on his face, before he stands up.

I don't leave his face.

"You have much courage to be here." He says with a hint of appreciation.

"I'm not very impressed to say your animals know women to be humans as they are." I say, not stifling the fire in my voice.

He blinks.

"We are to be f****d, is that all we are for, then? Clan leader Xalen?"

Subtle humiliation rises and falls with Xalen's chest.

And I realize I may have been too aroused that night to have noticed just how broad he really is on the muscles of his chest and arms.

"You can keep the blade." He says demurely.

Nothing about Xalen is indication of his leadership within the clan, other than his tight, long body and the smug-dark, silent look of his eyes.

"As a royal princess, Xalen, I can say I just earned more room for ammunition than this street, or this office is suffice in size to accommodate." I say.

He places the blade back on the table.

"Well, congratulations. I think there's nothing better than to be well-equipped in your arm, that's what I tell my men. And in your case, you deserve to have more than a silver blade." He smiles.

"Please sit." He gestures on the leather chair in front of him.

Without the interruption of the table elongating our distance.

Without an intention, I unburden the heat on my legs by removing the drape of clothing covering the bare skin up to my thighs.

Xalen extends a hand, takes the shawl from me and gently hangs it on a hook behind the door.

"It's hot here." He states roughly. Taking his seat across.

We sit in silence for a few passing seconds.

The longer Xalen looks into my eyes the more the spark of his expression grows in them.

He stands up, without his gaze leaving me.

Neither does my own leave his face.

And unexpectedly, he takes me to stand by taking my hand in his.

"Riya. To me. Women are not for the pleasure of men. That's not the objective of women's, or anyone else's existence."

"How can the pursuers differ from the leader, Xalen?" I say.

"You are aware what my fate alone would have become if I existed without the royal label of my father, or yours in insistence of being here?"

Xalen swallows, and his forehead tightens before he turns away from me.

Xalen takes something from the long table's drawer.

I quickly see that it's a black badge, similar to the one on his gear.

"You are on my side. In my position. With me." He says. Offering me the badge of leadership.

"Doing what?" I ask hesitantly.

"Ruling us. Please, rule us. Riya, Wecksling needs your mind. You are f*****g brilliant, and fair."

I let a moment of silence stand dubiously between us. Waiting for him to regain his awareness.

No one in my life has ever come to let me up on any role of authority.

Not as a princess. Not as the heiress, not even as the King's only child.

But knowing what the mindset of Wecksling would do to us, Xalen has risked to see me fit for a leader.

I fumble for words to say. And nothing comes to my mind.

Except to let it be me.

My hand reaches forward against myself, touching the solid, cluster steel of the badge cold in my fingers.

The tip of its triangle outcropped like a crown.

Which Xalen's badge doesn't have on it.

"Why do you keep another badge?" I ask tentatively. Scrunching my eyebrows.

"Because in my mind, I always believed there would be someone who was going to be perfect enough to rectify the problematic state of Wecksling. And I knew it wasn't me." He swallows.

"It seems like you never have shared this faith of yours with anyone before." I utter.

I study the beauty of the badge, then I look at him in silencing acceptance of leadership.

But Xalen's eyes drift below my gray skirt, landing on my exposed, large thighs.

"What are you looking at, partner?" I say, wearing the badge.

I look to his side, and see his hand muscles flexing again.

"You can rest assured I'm not asking for anything, Riya. The night I took your virginity was an honour." He rasps and takes a step closer to me.

His hand gropes for my waist and he pulls me closer to his face.

Close enough that our lips brush.

"Who says so? I have been taking my own virginity since forever." I tease.

The thought of me feeling myself leaves him looking helplessly all over me.

Xalen sighs in a rasp.

"We should get down to business." I whisper, brushing my lips roughly for once on his.

"Yes." He says quickly, resuming his leadership.

I nearly laugh.

And then I push myself on my hands to butt down on the table and I cross my legs.

Looking at Xalen as I bite my lower lip.

A knowing temptation makes him realize.

Xalen slowly takes a step forward.

His hand tightly lands on my crossing thigh and he separates it away a wide distance from my other thigh.

So that he can see my v****a is bare without an underwear underneath the short skirt.

I push my middle finger inside my c**t and slowly start circling my water.

Feeling how punched the spaces inside my v****a are with the wetness.

Xalen unclothes his torso and then harshly pulls me to the edge of the table.

Then he roughly thrusts into me.

My mouth opens and I wrap my long legs tightly around his waist.

He thrusts again.

Roughly.

Deeply.

I open myself wider to him.

Xalen becomes thicker and thicker inside my v****a.

His hard, round tip enters my vaginal hole with the pleasure of his fullness and hardness staying inside me.

As Xalen pauses our f**k in me, I let myself close and open around his p***s.

Xalen thrusts into me all over again.

And again.

I moan breathlessly.

"aah"

The girlish cries in my voice makes him go savage while f*****g me with all the pleasure in the world.

My eyes close as tears well up in them.

And we release into each other.

Together.

My thighs' insides are wet with the releasing trails.

I hop down from the table, my heels land on the tiles with clicks and I push Xalen onto his black booth.

Then I climb on his torso, keeping my thighs widely separate.

My lips separate seeing how hard he has gotten.

The rainy scent of my v****a getting wetter and softer envelops us as I start riding Xalen.

Harder and harder...