The Possesion of BellaLuna

Knock Three Times

Prince Sione lay in the cold at the foot of the endless gate. No matter which direction he looked, side to side, or up into the icy blue sky, the gate and fence went on into eternity with no end. His body begged for sleep, his mind called for mercy, and his mouth longed for beer. His limbs now numb, the cold had long ago become unnoticeable. With a great feeling of relief at looking at something other than thorns, so many thorns, he began to give in to the drowsiness taking over his body. His heavy eyelids closing, his dark full lashes brushing his cheeks, he felt a small wave of warmth. Was he loosing his mind? No, no he couldn't possibly be feeling warmth lying on the cold, hard ground in front of this taunting gate. Then he remembered the tales his father had told him.

"When a Prince finds himself on the outskirts of the Enchanted Kingdom, he will feel light and warm. The enchantment will have already started to take its subtle effects before he even enters the gates of the city. This is the Witch's way, her way of protection. To possess the Prince before he even has a chance to fight back. This is when you must be alert. This is when your mind must be strong. This is when the battle begins"

Prince Sione shook his head, as if the action would shake loose the spell, and slowly stood up. The cold hit him again, and he shuttered as he gained his composure. He stared at the massive gates and guessed they had to be more than one hundred feet tall. He could never climb over and there was nothing near that could have assisted him in doing so. After walking about in mild frustration, finding no real solution, it occurred to him that he should, perhaps, simply knock?

His mind sharp, sword ready, he took a deep breath and knocked. Three times and no answer. As he prepped himself to knock again, he heard a loud thud and the sliding of heavy wood against metal, the clanking of a chain rope as it clamored up and hit against itself, and suddenly the giant gold-adorned gate doors slowly began to swing inward. The light that came out of them was blindingly bright and he could see nothing until they had been opened completely, hitting the opposite side of the fence with a monstrous thud. The sound caused Prince Sione to shudder again, sounding all too alive for a material thing. 

Prince Sione readied himself for battle, hand to the hilt of his sword, mustering up every last ounce of strength he had but it wasn't necessary. Sione was greeted by a swarm of the most heavenly smells he had ever smelled. Flowers and pastries, perfume and incense, his mother's powder and his favorite food, firewood and fallen leaves, every smell he had ever loved wrapped into one singularly amazing smell. It was the most incredibly complex and beautiful smell to have enter his nostrils  and his mind wanted to disappear within it, float within the breeze of comfort. His eyes opened and were just as delighted as his nose. He wondered how it was even possible to be surrounded by more beautiful people. He had never seen so many gorgeous colors of skin, some darker than night, some lighter then an ivory petal, and every color you could imagine in between. He wanted to touch every color, kiss every color, run his hands across these heavenly bodies of the rainbow. Their eyes! Oh, their eyes were an even more intricate scale of the colors of the ocean and sky, fire and ice, storms and pools of dark liquid. How he stared into these eyes that seemed infinite in front of him. Smiles and white teeth, rosy cheeks, perfumed hair of the men and women around him had intoxicated him to an almost instant euphoria and he felt his length hardening in their presence. His desire startled him and altogether began to take over his body. He wanted to taste all that were around him, bask in the utter otherwordly pleasures that were flowing into him from these gorgeous creatures. This is why he had come here. He knew now that this was all that mattered, the only feeling he ever needed to feel again. Pure bliss.

As he began to sink deeper into the haze of ecstatic dreaminess, the voices came to him, one at a time and still all at once. They were praising him, celebrating his victory of the thorns, and crying with relief at how long they had been waiting for him to arrive. The words washed over him like gentle ocean waves, bathing him in love and carrying  him further into his perfect bliss. How his d**k throbbed, his lips quivered, his stomach rolled with excitement at becoming one in the ecstasy. His skin felt on fire to the touch and he felt himself ripping his clothes away at the cheering cries of the crowd surrounding him. Hands began caressing his hot skin and lips brushing his face, his shoulders, his chest, moving downward until he felt that a wave of pleasure would erupt through him so mightily it might tear him in two. 

That is the moment his Mother's words jolted him awake. 

"No Prince shall bow to meaningless praises. Pleasures are not pleasures unless willfully obtained or lovingly placed. When all seems too easy, look beyond the facade and see. The truth will be hanging on the coattails of your false lovers."

He blinked what seemed one thousand times and shook himself away from the flurry of townsfolk. He clawed his way out of the mass and stood on the outside of it. The swarm of people didn't seem to notice his absence and carried on in their lustful delights with one another. It was such  a sight that Prince Sione stood for a moment, enjoying his observations, suddenly realizing everyone was completely naked but they hadn't ever undressed, there were no clothes on the ground, they had been unclothed the whole time. He hadn't even noticed this until now as he watched the mass of bodies, writhing like a heap of snakes, not knowing where one person began and another one ended. As he pulled his trousers back on and began to look around, he noticed all of the towns people were naked, not just the ones in the instant orgy, everyone. The shop keepers, street sweepers, pedestrian, everyone completely nude. What was even more perplexing was the look upon their faces. Each one, within the intimate pile or not, had the same content and blissful expression, as if they were all feeling the exact same pleasure at the exact same moment. 

He felt a bit of a fog lift from his head and decided he needed something to eat as well as a pint of beer or two. Taking in the surroundings of the quaint village square, noticing how stunning, exquisite in every miniscule detail this village was.  Perhaps the cleanest town he had ever set his eyes upon, the streets were practically gleaming,  stunningly laid with cobblestone which were inlaid with gold. The streets were crisply clean, so clean he would happily eat from them. The fountains were full and the water rushing out was crystal clear. The horses and carriages that traveled the paths appeared unreal, as if from a painting. Broad, healthy stallions, larger and more noble than any photo of a horse he had ever seen, pulled emerald encrusted carriages manned by fine, strong men that smiled in a knowing way at Prince Sione. The streets were lined with busy shops and beautifully illustrated signs of every thing you could imagine. This was far different than the world he had left. The people here would never believe the world Prince Sione had come from. Could they even fathom? How long ago had time stopped here? He looked around for something to eat and saw a sign that read, "Tavern" which he had learned in a book his Mother had read to him as a child, meant, a place with food and drink. 

Prince Sione walked into the Tavern, ordered a pint and the dinner special. He wasn't sure any amount of beer could help him prepare for what was to come next. He had quickly emptied the first pint and as he opened his mouth to ask for another, he felt a tap on his shoulder. 

As he turned and gazed upon the small and exquisitely beautiful woman who had tapped him, she said, "Prince Sione, you Beloved is waiting for you. She said you were very, very late and that you will be punished."