My One and Only King

Chapter 2

--- Lahiri POV ---

“State your name, newcomer.”

I raise my head to greet the owner of the deep, commanding voice. I look up at the towering figure before me. I knew who the voice belonged to, the man who would be commanding my actions until my dying days…

This is my king… The king I am pledging my allegiance to…

I scan his frame. He was a monstrous figure, at least 7 foot or slightly more. Short but scruffed hair with bangs that reached his brows. A chiseled face with defining cheekbones and war-weary black eyes that spoke of hardships unknown. His body was solid, built like the largest Redwood trees in the forests surrounding my home, with defining muscles and hair covering his chest. His chest hair wasn’t bushy, but it was a far sight different to what I was used with the men of the Tiger clan – barely a hair on the chests of the males. He was wearing nothing but simple warrior garb – loose fitting pants that ran down his ankles, but did a poor job at hiding his large legs. He was barefoot, the only item that he held was a spear in his left hand – emblazoned with a gold spearhead that signified his status as king of the beast realms.

However, the king’s physical features were nothing compared to his scent. Earthy, like fresh grass after the rain. But another scent caught my attention – a musky fragrance which I couldn’t place or identify…

Enough pondering – he just asked for your name!

My thoughts snap back into reality as I look up at him still. I must be confident – I am still a princess of the Tiger clan, and I will be serving the king of us all. It is time to let him know who I am.

“I am La’hiri. Third daughter of the Tiger clan, King Vaheem.” I answer with the utmost confidence. I want the king to know that he can have faith in my ability to serve him well and place my life on the line. As I bow again, I finish my introduction.

“I have come to serve you, my king…” That’s when it hit me again.

That musky scent – it’s stronger. What is it…?

Why am I heating up?? I don’t understand… Is it coming from the King???

I cannot let my confusion be seen. I look at the floor, pushing my thoughts away as I wait for the King’s answer. I hear the singular clap of the king’s hands as his voice echoes through the throne room.

“Raise your heads.” Myself and Sehanes raise our heads in unison, standing straight as the king begins to smile. “I welcome you, La’hiri, to my castle. I entrust my safety to you.” Finally, the nerves can settle a little. I relax as I greet his smile with mine.

“Thank you my king, I will be sure to live up to your trust.” His eyes soften as he continues to smile. The rest of the room remains silent as they watch on, partly out of disdain and partly out of curiosity for my presence.

“Now then, I shall personally escort you around the palace. Please follow me.” My eyes widen a little as the silence is broken, and murmurs begin to emerge. A voice from the thrones reverberates towards the king – a female’s voice.

This must be the queen…

I look at her as she looks down at the king and I. She was also very stocky, with long black hair and a built frame. She seemed regal and calm, but my instinct told me otherwise – she seemed unsettled.

“My king, you should not trouble yourself with showing the new royal guard around. As she is a princess, I can…” She was cut off by the king, who didn’t seem like the kind to hear objections. He turned to his queen, his eyes firm with authority, his voice stern.

“She is a royal guard of mine – and she will be protecting myself, and you. So I will show her around the palace.” The murmurs became louder – and the queen’s face distorted slightly, showing a hint of anger. But who was she to argue? She simply bowed her head in disdainful compliance.

“As you wish, my king.” The king’s stern voice softened as he turned to face me, placing his palm on my shoulder. I couldn’t help but notice how large his hand was against my shoulder, the heat radiating from his hand coursing through my body like a warm fire.

“Come, La’hiri. It is time to show you your home.” He gently ushers me and Sehanes to the door leading outside the throne room, his hand still placed on my shoulder as the chorus of murmers continues to reside in my ears.

And the mystery fragrance of the king still lingered around me…

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--- Rhea POV ---

I watch my betrothed walk away with the new guard, his hand on her shoulder as their figures disappear outside the main door. A small female from the Tiger clan. The bitterness that was residing in my heart was surfacing. He was being so friendly towards that stray cat from the forests.

Disgusting cat… why does my king take interest in you??

I turn to the door behind the throne, wishing to make my exit. The gossiping of the other guards and the elders is making my blood boil with rage and jealousy. Without addressing them, I walk through the open door, quickening my pace when I knew that no one was within eyeshot of me. I walk faster, and faster still until I reach my destination – the royal room on the third floor.

My room – and the room of my king…. My king…

My beloved man, who was currently entertaining a runt of a woman, nothing more than a stray cat. Her silver hair bewitched the men present in the room, and caught the attention of my beloved.

That was without question. I saw his eyes… I open the door, walking into the room before slamming the door shut with all my might. The royal chambers was neat and decadent, silken sheets covering the bed as the balcony welcomed the morning sun each day. Golden drapes emblazoned the stoney room in luxury, dusted with the scent of lilies. Everything in the chambers – down to the very last cupboard – was decorated by me. It was my favourite room.

But one that the king did not share often with me, as he preferred the drunken company of his fellow soldiers…

My anger begins to well up again as I walk towards the king-sized bed, letting my frame fall against the mattress. I begin to close my eyes, waiting and begging for the day to end.

And now there is a stray cat in the palace…

--- Zephyr POV ---

The moment we reached the doorway, I realise my hand is still on La’hiri’s shoulder, her face slightly blushed in pink as I gently take my hand off.

“Shall we begin the tour?” I ask as she looks up at me with honey-gold eyes. She looks as though she is pondering something in her mind.

“Yes my king, but may I ask why you didn’t ask a servant or fellow soldier to guide me around the palace.” I look down at her with a curiousness about her thoughts.

She must have been bothered by the chatter of the throne room – and the sudden response of the queen…

I place my hand on her shoulder again, feeling her flinch a little as I rest it firm against her.

“You may be a guard here, but you are also a royal. As king of the Beasts, I will treat you with the respect and dignity you deserve… Or are you going to disobey me?” I ask this playfully, but watching her face turn from stern to flustered is almost amusing to me.

“No… not at all my king!!” She looks up at me, pleading for forgiveness. I can’t help my smile that graces my mouth, watching a princess lose her composure.

“Worry not, tigress. I am only kidding. Come, let us begin the tour.” I watched her blush a little again, smiling as La’hiri nodded, following my lead as I guided her and her page around her new home.

--- An hour later ---

We walk through the entirety of the palace, from the great dining halls of the first floor to the courtyards. From the training grounds to the villas where the soldiers and their families reside. We walk to the edge of the castle, where the large stone walls surrounding it prohibit any unwanted intruders. Surrounding the castle is the kingdom Vestana, the capital of the Beast realms, and a hive of business and leisure alike for all who resided in the city.

Finally, we ventured back to the castle to tour the three levels. Much like the dining hall, the throne room and the hall of conference were on the first floor. The Second floor was where the royal guards’ quarters were located, and the third was the floor of the royal family. I led her to her quarters - the last room located next to the stairs before the third floor. Her page gave his regards to La’hiri and I before proceeding to make his way back to the Tiger clan, leaving myself alone with La’hiri.

“Do you think you can remember your surroundings?” I ask La’hiri, noting her weariness from the day’s events. She deserved to rest after the tour. She looks up at me with those golden eyes, weary but attentive to my every word. By the gods she is breathtaking, right down to her scent. I find myself struggling to restrain my c—k from getting hard.

“Yes my king… I believe I should be alright with-“… She’s stopped talking, why?? Her eyes are no longer looking up at me, but looking downwards at my crotch.

No… she’s seen my er—ction!!! Oh gods, what do I do??

“I am so sorry, La’hiri!!! I mean no disrespect…” I begin to panic, but halt myself as I look at her again. She is flustered, but her eyes are fixated on what is between my legs, in an almost hypnotic state, unmoving as her breathing becomes heavier and more shallow.

And then I catch it – her scent, her sweet nectar pooling between her legs. I can smell how aroused she is, and my self-control is beginning to shatter. I know that the other royal guards are training, but they were due to return shortly. I can’t take her now, but I can tease her a little.

With both hands I pin La’hiri against the door to her room, pressing my now hard c-ck against her warm p--sy. She stares at me, shocked and confused, but she does not put up a fight.

“My king… This isn’t right…” But my urges are not listening to her concerns. Besides, her body is contradicting her moral judgement. I lean against her, hearing her moan softly against me. I feel her hands wrap around my waist, confirming her primal lust. I press my forehead against La’hiri’s, her breathing no more than gasps of air, as well as my own.

“Do you want me, tigress?” I say softly, taking my hand and cupping her chin. She looks up, her eyes glazed over with lust, her breath touching my face gently, her small arms gripping my legs whether she was aware of it or not.

“… Yes. I do my king… I have only just met you, but I want you…”

Her eyes were all the permission I needed. I pressed my lips against hers, letting my tongue dance against hers as her grip tightened on me. I can feel La’hiri melting in my arms as I wrap them around her small frame. She gasps as I pull away from the kiss, knowing that time is short. I look at her, her gold eyes now shimmering with want and lust for me.

“…My king…”

“Call me Zephyr… I pull away from her, walking towards the stairs as my c-ck begs for me to take her right now. “… Leave your door open tonight after the 10th night-hour. I will finish what we started here today…”

I look back at her as she nods, gripping her p-ssy and her small left breast. She nods as I begin to walk up the stairs to the third floor, my c-ck still erect from the touch of her. I smile as I think about what would transpire tonight.

I cannot let Rhea see me in full mast. I will deal with this in the office.

--- La’hiri POV ---

I watch the king walk up the stairs before walking into my room. It was lavish, with blue walls and a balcony overlooking the courtyards of the palace. The gardens were beautiful in the afternoon sun. I stepped out onto the balcony in an attempt to clear my head…

So that’s what that musky fragrance was… He was aroused by me…

I could still feel his rough lips against my mouth, the stubble of his face irritated my chin a little. But his soft tongue was still fresh against my own. His scent was still on me, and I could feel myself getting aroused again. I hurried back into my room, fighting against my desires as I slump onto the bed…

NO! He is the king!!! He already has a betrothed! And you are a princess from another clan, think of what would happen if anyone were to see!!!!

But my body was aching for him, a man I had just met, and my king no less. I felt my hand slip down to my p-ssy, my fingers toying with it as I thought of him inside my body. Surely I would die from something as big as his c—ck entering me. But the more I thought about him, the more my toying became more erratic, clasping my breast with my free hand as I felt myself building up to a climax.

“My king… my king… Zephyr…” I whispered as I pinched the hard nub of my bre—st, the sensation jolting down to my warm w—manhood. My fingers pressed hard against me, moving erratically as I arched my back, feeling my wet arousal pool between my thighs as I burst into o—gasm.

I let go of my p—sy and bre-st, gasping for air as I look up at the ceiling, my eyes seeing stars like never before.

I knew I was walking a dangerous line, but I didn’t care….

I wanted the king to take me tonight...

--Editor's note--

Hope you enjoy the latest chapter. Next one will be out next week. :)