Part 13
Part 13
𝓣𝓪𝓮𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓸𝓿:
Waking up like this, with his face snuggled up on the soft skin of my stomach makes me feel whirlpool of butterflies. He was back yesterday and finally I think I can breath again.
I ruffled his hair, and comb them back, he snuggled more into my skin making me giggle at the tickles.
We had slept yesterday night cuddling like this in each other arms and I don't know what to call it if not BLISS.
We talked and kissed and sucked the honey off our genitals.
I have never been touched so intimately, which would feel secure and lovable too.
Many men had there fingers curled Inside me, but those nights always filled terror in me rather then feeling this.
Why would it not, it wasn't Jungkook, the men were not the Man I love.
The flesh on my body tingled when I felt a pair of lips tasting them.
I rose up a little to see my honour living kisses on my skin and evoking the butterflies again inside me.
"You taste too good, to be not eaten every day pearl. "
Blushing mess, that's what I was.
"I kissed you all night and yet all I wanted is to taste that mouth again"
This time he went on his knees . His muscled, bare arms and Golden tempted thighs on either side of my hips as I layed there watching him in desperation ,which I never knew I'll be hungry for.
"Don't you feel that too? "
He said leaning on to me and peppering kisses all over my face.
"What you did when I was gone? You didn't tell me, love"
He glanced back, his heavy gaze chasing my breathe.
"I-I just, stayed by noona's side, a-and watched sunset and "
"And? "
I don't know if there was really any hair on my cheek or it was just an excuse for him to caress my face.
His fingers melted on my skin.
And I stammered more
"And M-missed you. I missed you"
He smiled, his teeths glowing white and eyes forming a happy rainbow.
"I would have been mad if you would have not missed me. "
He pecked my lips.
Not once but many times
"Did your noonas attempted to do those lovely things with you again? They better not. "
I laughed a little at his words.
He sounded like a toddler, who would complain if anyone would touch his toy.
TOY
"They didn't"
"Hmm, good. " He hummed.
There was a silence suddenly in the room. I paced my eyes on his eyes, and something in me shifted.
He stared at me with the shivering intensity.
"Taehyung"
My breath dropped.
"Yes"
"Yesterday when we talked, you said you hated being in this body. You said you wished to be more attractive"
I gulped.
"Was that true? Is it really what you think?"
He stayed there, waiting for me to reply.
"Answer me Taehyung, you feel that? "
"Y-yes, I just, it's not— it's just what people have told me. So it must be real. Why would they lie? "
My fingers moved to his face tracing the scar he have got on his cheek.
He is beautiful with and without the scars, he is enduringly gorgeous.
"If I tell you they were lying would you trust me? "
I would trust your every lie, if that's what you ask me love...
"If I show you how beautiful you are, would you believe me then? "
I will.
"If I tell you—"
"Your body makes me crazy, will you believe me?? "
He stared as I breathed heavily.
No way he was telling me this.
He leaned forward
"Tu sens bon, j’ai envie de te lécher partout."
I frowned not understanding what he said, but I made a note mentally to ask someone in the palace about it. He was a scholar. Among the very first men who have ever tried to learn and be at the top.
I gripped his hair in my fingers little harsh, he groaned, making my skin tremble under him.
But I loved his sound of desire.
I gave more pressure, pulling them till he groaned pinning my wrist above my head.
"What are you doing pearl? You like tempting me, don't you?? "
I smiled looking at him
"You said, they all are lying. Don't you think my majesty you should show me how??? Don't you think you should show me how beautiful I am to you"
I said lifting my head up confidently and licking his lips.
He groaned again, his eyes firm on mine.
I could feel him pressing my wrist more.
A moment of silence and he backed away.
He then suddenly moved back, backing away from me and the bed and again standing on his feets.
I stared blankly my heart shuttering.
He thinks the same.
They were not lying, there were not.
I sat back down.
My tears welled up at the rim.
He was now standing with his back facing me.
"Y-you think of me like they did right?? You don't like me either."
May be my vulnerabilities poured through my words as he turned in a flash and walking closer to the bed.
"It's not that, you know it's not that"
"What is it then Jungkook?? " I yelled unknowingly, but he said nothing.
A slave, a paramour raising there voice on there sovereign was punishable to death.
And I think ,him standing there doing nothing was worse then death he would give me.
"Taehyung, my pearl. You don't understand "
I shifted and tossed the duets of me as I walked towards him.
Pressing my body on his naked torso.
"Make me understand then, my honour, my majesty"
"I can't, I really can't do this"
Now if I beg him more, I know I would loose all my dignity.
So I shouldn't have, but I still did beg him.
I wanted to know, why he never touched me like I wanted him too. I wanted to know what made him stop doing things with me when I always have initiated anything.
"Just tell me why? I promise I won't ask you again" I was being desperate and worthless but I had sold it out a long ago so it didn't bother me anymore.
"We can't, and I don't think ,I need to explain it to you Taehyung. Go and get bathed. Breakfast must be ready down there. " He walked past me, putting over his robe again.
We have been Companions since we first met, I don't remember when we started to kiss, but whatever it was, we have walked a lot ahead of being friend , I don't understand what still stops him.
But I realised, I was forcing him to do things with me and that made me feel terrible.
I was not a person who would do that, never , but ' love' its what they say.....
Loves make you something, you never wanted to become.
I have seen his softer sides , his angry sides, I have known him like it was me. I have known him may be more then he knew himself.
I have loved his heart before loving his gorgeous face, so that's why it hurts.
From heart to heart.
If it was just his face, I might have went over this.
He walked out without glancing at me.
And I still couldn't figure out the scenario that had just happened.
I stood in front of mirror staring at my naked body wich Jungkook had not even glanced over at.
Not even once.
I was angry.
On him
I don't know if I had reasons or the rights for it, but I was.
I covered my naked self with the curtain near the window as I stared at his figure down the garden walking towards the basement....
I knew where he was going.
To rail one of the mistress.
I have told him, not to, but here he was running to them again.
He had told me he would never touch any of them, that he would come to me. Yet here we were.
I pressed myself more to wall. I felt my knees a little weak.
I slipped down the wall, curling my knees to the chest.
Wasn't I his only Paramour??? His Best companion ????? His mate???? Why would he abandon me and walk to other woman.
He wasn't mine, I knew but yet it hurt so bad.
Him walking away, hurted a lot.
Taehyung sat curled up to the wall, as his tears freshly slipped his cheeks. He didn't understand, he couldn't even know what was he feeling in real.
He knew what he did was very wrong, he was in a way doing the same thing so many men had done with him..... Forced sex. But at the same point he thought more then Jungkook touching him, he wanted Jungkook to love him, he wanted to feel loved like he have never before.
But either way round it was wrong forcing someone to show that.
Soon after crying and sobbing for next 20 minutes, there was a small knock on the door.
"Taehyung shii, Majesty wants you down for breakfast. Please be present"
Taehyung nodded faintly looking at the close door as he stood up for getting ready.
After probably next 15 minutes taehyung stood near the dinning Hall, wearing a simple kimono he was been gifted by his noona, it was very simple devoid of any heavy colours or pattern , his hair were tied messily in a man bun and his skin was red puffed.
He walked silently over to the dinning table, he hated coming here every morning to eat with royals, specially when he knew how much they all hated him being there.
A sex slave having breakfast with royals, sounds so dreadful.
And felt the same...... Dreadful and weak, but at least he had Jungkook.....
Taehyung absentmindedly moved to his place where he sits everyday for breakfast..... Beside Jungkook.
"Ahhh Taehyung shii, there's no seat beside majesty, you can sit here if you want"
Someone from the royals said and taehyung snapped his head up, his eyes searching for Jungkook.
And There was he eating his breakfast while he sat there with a mistress clungged on to his side.
She was sitting exactly where taehyung sits, everyday each moment when he is with Jungkook.
And in moments like this Taehyung remembers what he is, where he stands, in moments like this he realises how much easy he is for the warrior to replace.
Taehyung sat in front of the warrior his head hung low, his eyes staring at the plate full of his favorite breakfast.
He kept glancing towards the warrior who continued eating the bread and the freshly made maple syrup glazed strawberries with a straight face.
While the woman beside him, was freaking out with the amount of royal food she was served and Jungkook's presence beside her.
Why would she not?
She would grab Jungkook's arm and serve him more and more of fruits in his plate, she would smile and blush and feel heaven.
Why would she not, after all Jungkook The Ultimate Warrior of the kingdom Jeon Jungkook had choosen her to share bed with, after rejecting his paramour and now had his arm wrapped around small pretty waist.