The Fated Curse

Chapter 8

Valencia

Today has been rough. After the kid died, I couldn't get his face out of my head. I have lost patients before. It is the nature of the foundations work. We provide aid and medical attention, but we cannot perform miracles. But, that kid's face, how terrified he looked about dying. That is what stayed with me.

I don't know if it is due to my own impending doom, or if it would have stayed with anyone. My brain has been spiraling; what expression will I make when the end comes for me? Since I knew it was coming, would I look at peace with myself? Or would the weight of it that I had been suppressing hit me at once? Would I have the same face as that boy?

I was tossing and turning attempting to get sleep, but the thoughts wouldn't stop. I needed a distraction.

I could think of a distraction, Kore said.

And what is that?

There is a certain promise you made to a certain prince.

I sprung out of bed at that. That was an excellent idea and exactly what I needed. We were put in guest suits within the castle. Due to his recent injuries, I already knew where his room was. If anyone asked where I was going, I could tell them I wanted to make sure the wound healed correctly after he jumped into battle before it healed. I should probably do that too, but distraction first. I carefully made my way through the halls and luckily didn't run into anybody.

As I reached his room, I put my ear to the door to listen if he was asleep or awake. To my delight, I heard the shower running. I tested the door, and it was unlocked, so I let myself in. I thought about joining him in the shower, or propping myself on his bed. I decided to just lean against the door and see how long it took him to notice me.

Shortly after, I heard the shower cut off, and he walked out of the bathroom in a pair of sweats. I got a great view of his muscles. I hadn't had the chance to admire them on our first encounter, but I certainly would this time. He was about to crawl into bed when he finally sensed me in the room.

We exchanged words about why I was here, and he certainly wasn't complaining about the idea. He probably needed the distraction as much as I did. I had him strip, and then I took a moment to admire him. I made sure to admire all those beautiful contours with my tongue before fulfilling my promise. Once he finished, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet.

"My turn." He declared before pinning me against the wall. His mouth was on my neck in seconds. He pulled my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra. He took one of my n*****s into his mouth and sucked on it with feverish need. He locked it between his teeth and pulled, eliciting a moan. As he switched his assault to the next n****e, he pulled my pants and underwear down.

Once I was free of my clothing, he lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waste. He used one finger to test and see I was already wet and ready for him. He plunged into me then and f****d me against the wall. As he pounded into me, he sucked on my neck and nibbled on my ear. One of his hands played with my breast as the other supported my waist. One of my hands traced up his biceps while the other intertwined in his hair.

He continued to take me against the wall. There was a perfectly good bed right next to us, but this wasn't that kind of s*x. My orgasm was coming fast and hard. He pounded into me a few more times before my orgasm ripped through me. He pulled out of me and dropped my legs to the floor. He then pulled me over to the corner of the bed. He turned me around and placed my hands above me on the bed post of his canopy bed. He lifted one of my legs to rest on the bed frame and then entered me from behind me. One hand held both of mine in place above me while the other held on to my hip to hold me steady.

He started moving, slamming into me. He was hitting me at just the right angle. He was relentless and I was desperate to claw into something, but he had both of my hands captive. I ended up throwing my head back in ecstasy. The hand that was previously on my hip snaked around and wrapped around my throat and pulled me back against him. He applied pressure but not so much that he restricted my airways.

One hand holding mine in place, the other on my throat, and his c**k inside of me. I was completely at his mercy and I have never experienced anything so hot. I could feel his heated breath on the back of my neck, and he hastened his assault. He began ramming into me harder, and I was a moaning mess. My body was beginning to shake from the intensity before we both flew over the edge and our orgasms tore us apart. For a moment I forgot to breathe. I think he did too.

He released my hands and I stumbled, my legs forgetting how to work. He caught me and chuckled. I leaned back against him for a moment while I leveled out my breathing. He kept a grip on me while I tested out my legs' ability to hold myself up. He let me go once he knew I wouldn't fall over. I gathered my clothes and put them on. He was back in his sweats and watched me dress.

"Thanks, I needed that." I said.

"I was about to say the same thing."

I chuckled and headed to the door. "Til' next time then," I said, and left his room. I hobbled back to the guest suit where I was staying in, my legs were still shaky. He f****d me thoroughly, and I was going to sleep like a baby tonight.

I passed Gertrude in the hallway who had gotten up to get some water. She looked at me questioningly. "What have you been up to?"

"Uh... stress relief." I told her. She chuckled, catching my meaning.

"Oh, to be young," she laughed before leaving me be.

I made it back to my room and curled into bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.