Secrets of a War God

3.

The day before the trial had the whole palace either excited or on edge. No one knew if Calissa would survive the trip, that is apart from her family. To the public it was all hectic, they didn't wish to lose their princess on a trial. No princess has been on the trial in decades so the fact that the King allowed this was absurd to them. 

Teresita watched on as her daughter packed for the trial, pulling out weapons and hunting leathers, food and water. Not knowing how long her daughter would be gone was something she didn't want to think about. After all, the only reason why she hadn't gone home was because of this stupid tradition. Teresita never thought of the palace as her home, that was a privilege to the estate she owned three towns over. This palace was cold and unwelcoming to those who step foot inside, that is unless you are there for a celebration in which case you'd be to drunk to notice. 

"Mother? Are you going to stand at stare at me all day or just whilst I am packing?" The smirk in Calissas tone was evident to her mother without even turning her head. Quickly making her way over, she grabbed her daughter into a bone crushing hug. 

"I know this is stupid for me to be feeling but I don't want you to leave. This is a stupid tradition that has no worth, you are the War God for heavens sake this is not needed." Brushing the hair out of her childs face, Teresita started to remember every little thing. In her eyes she would forever be a baby playing with her wolf, not caring about the outside world with its horrors. 

"You know this must happen for me because I am the War God. It is not something I can simply skip. Although I promise you, I will return. Stronger and scarier than ever." With a slight chuckle, Calissa gave her mother another hug before setting off into the palace. 

Searching for one person in such a big space was hard work, so Lyla was sent to look for the target and lead Calissa. Sitting outside of the chosen door she gave a bark, which was returned from the other side. Before anything else could happen the door was opened and there stood Faris, the fourth born of the Wolf King. Opening the door wider to allow Calissa entrance, she made a direct line to the window seat. Lyla began to play with Kato, Faris' wolf, as Faris moved to the shelf holding drinks. 

Without waiting for an answer he poured himself and his sister a drink and went to sit beside her, not uttering a single word. This was what Calissa liked the most, observing nature and the comfort her brother gives. Faris had protected his sister from when they were young, he taught her how to protect herself which in turn led to her love of the battle. 

"When do you leave?" His composure didn't change, nor did his eyes move from the view of the gardens.

"Tomorrow morning, just after sunrise." Taking another sip, Calissa let the liquid slightly burn her throat before settling in her stomach. The warm sensation of alcohol was the only reason she drank it. Before letting anything get the better of her, she had to ask her brother. Out of all of them he was the only one that wouldn't mock her, that would give her the answer she needs. 

"Brother what if I can't kill the animal. I understand the tradition but this is against what I stand for, killing for the sake of killing is not my way. Let alone an animal who has done no harm to me or my kin, what am I supposed to tell father when I come back empty handed."

The confession itself was not a shock to Faris, rather the fact that she actually said it. He knew his sister had mercy, that she still had a heart even with the title of the War God. Taking a sip of the liquid, he seemed to be contemplating what was said. Which didn't exactly put Calissa at ease. Lyla had sensed her humans worry and had forgone playing with Kato, rather placing her head on Calissas lap to distract or comfort her. 

"You do not have to kill them. you could simply let it live but bring back a talon or scale." Looking into her eyes he knew this wouldn't do, the green of her iris' turned blue as sadness seemed to sweep over her body. "Or you do not harm the creature at all. I think I know of something which would equally rile our brothers whilst pleasing our father."

Instead of waiting for a reaction, Faris turned to refresh his drink."You could tame the beast, create another spirit if you like, something like Lyla."

It was unheard of her, no human had been bonded to a dragon in Tarnon. In another kingdom perhaps but not the Wolf Kingdom. Although it was a strange answer it brought hope to Calissa, that she didn't have to harm a creature. "How would I go about bonding something of that size to me? The wolves we have from pups, we bond as we grow and because we grow. Both would already be grown."

"I have heard of bonding happening between two grown species before, where was that book..." Faris had lost his speech as he searched the many books he kept in his room, his own private collection. With his frantic searching he stumbled upon an old and dusty one, but he seemed to excite him as if it was brand new. "Here read this passage."

As their conversation continued, there were other plans attempting to be made in the palace. Cylis and Theon were sat in one of the many lounges found in the first borns wing. Many believe that the first born is known to be the favourite, and it irked Theon to know that was not the case for his family. The great King had one favourite, and everyone could see that it was Calissa. His perfect daughter. His War God.

"During the trial, that is when it should happen. No one else will be there, not even her f*****g wolf. You send someone to do the dirty work, or you do it yourself. That choice is yours." Theon was pacing the room, thinking about the potential flaws in his plan. About whether or not it can be linked back to the eldest children.

"Fine, I will gather those I trust and send them to her in the lands. Why do you care so much anyway?" Cylis was amused to see his brother so rattled, but it unsettled him at the same time.

"She should not have all of this power, it is unnatural. Our dear sister was born a runt, so it is only fit that she become one again. Besides," Finally turning to face his brother, his signature smirk adorned his face. "Wouldn't you have more fun without her judging your exploits?"

At this Cylis couldn't help but agree, it seemed whatever he did was outrageous to his sister. And his father agreed. However, thinking further, he knew it was only about the way he treated his women, with little to no respect. But that was the way he was brought up, his mother was shown no respect from his father even though she gave him an heir. 

"Fine if we are done with this conversation I would rather go and complete one of my 'exploits', as you so nicely put it." With a quick exit from the room he made his way towards his own chambers, but stopped at one of his womans rooms. With a light knock he entered without being invited, already in the process of removing his shirt. "I hope you are ready for me, it's going to be an angry f**k today."

His woman gave a light gasp before undoing her dress, she knew not to anger her prince when he was in his moods. Although it always seemed to be better when he was angry. She watched as he moved closer, pushing her onto the bed, removing his trousers in the process.

Before she could utter a word the Prince had entered her, moving in her with great thrusts. The sheer intensity was causing her to moan louder and scream. "Thats right woman, let your master f**k you as you scream. Take it all." Continuing to plow into her, Cylis reached forward to hold her hands above her head, wanting to make her his prey. 

He picked up his pace as his womans screams came forth, feeling her p***y walls tighten around him. Before she could come he pulled out, flipped her around to all fours, and speared her again. Not giving her any relief for even a moment. Cylis grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, wanting to hear slight pain from her throat. As she had not made a noise to protest any of this he continued his onslaught, bottoming out each time with her walls tightening. 

"You will not come slut, only when I do may you even think of it." A squeal was released from her lips, and that seemed to be the answer he needed. Releasing his womans hair, his hands slid to her waist and started to attack her cheeks. Slapping and scraping his nails along the skin, leaving his mark and a promise that it will be sore to sit for the next few days.

Before long Cylis could feel his balls begin to tighten, he was so close to his own release he didn't think of who was under him. "You will not come with me today woman, I will fill you with my seed and you will come when I leave." After his quick statement he thrust a few more times before his release found him, feeling her walls milking him for all his seed. 

She was still pushing against him, chasing her own pleasure, when Cylis grabbed her hips and flung her to the side. Looking around to grab his clothes, he could hear moans and whimpers coming from the bed. With a quick glance he saw the woman with her fingers dancing around her c**t, occasionally entering herself as she worked herself to o****m. The sight was erotic, but Cylis had already had his fill, no need for more.

Turning away, he had just made it out the room by the time he heard her scream and moan with her o****m. A sense of pride had filled his chest, knowing that he was the reason for those sounds. However, his mind couldn't remain on that fact, he now had to look for people who would agree to harming his sister.