Chapter 8 Lustful Time

"Did the King tell you what he wanted with me?" Azalia asked Amos as they walked through the castle's long corridors. Emet hadn't been allowed to accompany them just like last time, and so Azalia was left alone with Amos.

"He didn't." He simply said in response to her question.

They continued to walk in silence for a few moments, until Azalia started another conversation. "You know..." She began to speak, the Lavan princess unable to stay silent about the one thing that had been on her mind ever since she had seen Amos again. "I was sure your eyes were red the last time I saw you."

"Oh." It seemed to take Amos by surprise, the black-haired man bringing a hand to his face as if wanting to verify the colour of his eyes. "You're a good observer, princess." He eventually told her with a smile. "I must have forgotten to change them to red today." And, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Amos' eyes turned back to their red colour.

"How?" That only managed to confuse Azalia even more. She frowned, wondering how Amos was managing to change the colour of his eyes just like that, until the Lavan princess finally understood what this meant. "You're Zahav, aren't you?" She asked with wide eyes full of disbelief.

"I am." Amos confirmed her guess.

Zahav people used to belong to the Zahav Kingdom, before it had been sealed along the Shachor Kingdom hundreds of years ago. Zahav people were rumoured to have yellow eyes, just like the colour of Amos' eyes before he had changed them again, but the rest of their appearance was unknown...

It was because Zahav people were able to change their features as much as they wished in order to take the appearance of other races belonging to one of the seven kingdoms. They could change the colour of their eyes and of their hair, as well as the colour of their skin. They could grow horns or have pointy ears if they so wished, and thus could easily pass as another race.

The only thing they couldn't do was to have the same powers of the race they imitated. Only their facial features changed, and so that was why Azalia had thought Amos was a little shorter and less muscular than other Adom men. He couldn't imitate their inhuman strength nor their powers.

Still, Azalia had to admit this was fascinating. "I think it's my first time seeing one of your kind."

"We do are pretty rare." Amos agreed.

The truth was that Zahav people got decimated by Shachor people a long time ago, right before the sealing of both of their kingdoms. Shachor people were dark creatures that drank blood of other creatures to survive. Zahav people had been easy prey for them, encouraged by the fact their kingdoms touched each other's, and so most of the Zahav Kingdom had already been destroyed by the time all the other kingdoms had worked together to stop the Shachor Kingdom.

Now, only a few Zahav people were left, all of them living in secret in other kingdoms...

"Do other people know?" Azalia curiously asked Amos. The fact he took on Adom features surely meant he didn't want other people to know he was Zahav, but Azalia wondered how many people knew the truth.

"The King knows." Amos told her. "And the High Council, too." He sighed as he mentioned the High Council, one humourless laugh escaping his lips. "Some of them aren't happy about the King trusting me."

"Why doesn't it surprise me?" Azalia rolled her eyes at the words. Of course the High Council wouldn't like one of the King's most trusted men to belong to another kingdom.

"They don't like you either, do they?" Amos asked her with a knowing smile and Azalia chuckled in response. "Not really." Nahash and Yael probably hated her, if the last council had been any indication. "But they don't have a choice but to tolerate me." She was going to be their queen, after all, and so it was in their best interest not to anger her too much.

Amos hummed before stopping in front of the same doors than last time. "We're here." He said and Azalia realised with surprise they had already arrived to the King's personal quarters. "I hope your meeting with the King goes well."

"Thank you. I'm sure it will." Azalia told Amos as the man gave her one last bow of the head. He didn't wait any longer to take his leave, disappearing down the corridor and leaving Azalia all by herself in front of the doors leading into the King's quarters.

She had told Amos she was sure their meeting would go well, but the truth was that she already felt her heart thunder inside her chest at the thought of seeing Melech again.

She wasn't scared of him, that was something the Lavan princess wouldn't admit even to herself, but she already knew how things would go with her and the King being all alone together again. She constantly had to keep her guard up and it was exhausting, but she had to do this and so took a deep breath, the Lavan princess gathering her courage before finally opening the door.

"There you are." Melech's voice came out loud and deep, sending shivers down Azalia's spine. She closed the door behind her before entering further into the wide quarters, her sapphire eyes looking up to meet Melech's crimson gaze.

The King was towering in the middle of the room, his chest bare, his impressive muscles and tanned skin in perfect display for Azalia to see. His captivating ruby orbs were directed right onto her, making the Lavan princess grow weak in the knees.

She had almost forgotten how intimidating and attractive Melech looked like.

"You called for me, your majesty?" She asked in a voice that sounded firm and confident. Even the way she pronounced 'your majesty' was lacking the respect the title usually held, her somehow mocking tone only seeming to amuse Melech.

"I did." He smirked as he let his eyes appreciably roam over Azalia's body. The Lavan princess looked as beautiful and delicious as he remembered, maybe even more, her usual defiance only arousing him more. Simply seeing her fearlessly hold his gaze was making desire and hunger like he had never known before swell inside him.

"I've been quite busy recently." He began to speak in a slow manner. "Mainly because of you, actually. Some people still aren't happy about our marriage."

"Need I remind you who asked for this marriage?" Azalia gracefully scoffed at this, and Melech simply smirked in response. "You don't. But, you see, after a few days being this busy, I usually like to release some stress..." His words were building to something more, and Azalia found herself frowning as she noticed Melech licking his lips while looking right at her.

"That's why I called you." He told her. "Since this is partly your fault, the least you could do is come suck me off."

His declaration was so blunt and bold it managed to take Azalia aback. "I will do no such thing." She immediately replied. She felt shocked and outraged, anger promptly taking over her at the way Melech always treated her. "King or not, I am not some toy destined to fulfil your sexual urges!" She finally snapped, feeling more than sick of Melech's constant disrespect toward her.

But Melech only amusingly smirked in response. "You won't?" He seemed to like Azalia's angry reactions, the infuriating smile on his lips proving so. "Oral sex isn't forbidden before the ceremony."

"I know." Azalia had to stay calm or it would be the same as losing. "But I refuse to get on my knees for you." Her statement was final, her determined gaze showing she wouldn't change her mind unless Melech forced her. She kept her head high as she glared at Melech, the two royals staring at each other for a few moments without any of them saying anything.

"I see." Melech finally spoke out. "You can leave, then."

"Really?" It clearly took Azalia by surprise, her blue eyes slightly widening at Melech's quick acceptance of her refusal. She had expected him to fight her, or at least to argue with her some more, but it looked like the Adom King had something else in mind.

"Yes. I'll call someone else to do it instead." It all started to make sense as his next words left his lips.

"You despicable man." Azalia instantly glared at him. She couldn't believe it: Melech had found a way to anger her even more than he had already done. "I will not let you disrespect me like this." She said in a fierce voice. They may not be married yet, but Melech had no right sleeping with someone else when they already were promised to the other. Azalia would never let him cheat on her like this.

"What do you prefer?" The Adom King asked her in a smug way. "It's either your lips around my cock or someone's else mouth." He seemed to think he had already won, but Azalia wasn't one to easily give in.

"I agree to neither." She stated.

"There's still almost a month before our marriage ceremony." Melech reminded her. "You cannot expect me to stay celibate the whole time."

"You've got a hand you can use." Azalia pointed out the obvious. Melech wouldn't die from one month without sex, but the simple idea of it pulled a disbelieving laugh out of the Adom King. "I haven't used my own hand since I was a teen." It looked like he found the only thought of him jerking off on his own absolutely ridiculous.

"Why not?" Azalia couldn't help but taunt him. "Are you so impotent you can't find release on your own?"

That was a low blow, but one that worked perfectly. "I am not impotent." Melech snarled between gritted teeth. He didn't take kindly to his masculinity being attacked, and Azalia used the weakness to her own advantage.

"Then prove it." She ordered him. "I will not get married to a man who can't satisfy me."

She knew Melech would have no other choice but to rise to her challenge. There was nothing more fragile than a man's ego, after all, and so it didn't come as a surprise when Melech fell for it. "You want to watch me as I jerk off?" He asked Azalia with a frown taking over his handsome features.

"That's what I said, didn't I?" Azalia replied and Melech unexpectedly laughed in response. "You're bolder than I thought you were." He told Azalia with an amused glint inside his gaze. "Very well. Don't take your eyes off me, little princess." He said as he sat on his bed, the Adom King shamelessly spreading his legs while looking right into Azalia's eyes.

"I won't." Azalia had to contain a nervous swallow at the sight.

Melech only smirked as he reached for his belt, his large hands easily unfastening it before he pulled his cock out of its restraints. It was already half hard and pulsing, looking thick and long with a few veins running along the shaft. The head was red and bulbous, neatly-trimmed black hair surrounding the base.

"Still afraid I won't satisfy you?" Melech smugly asked at the look on Azalia's face.

"Size means nothing if you don't know how to use it." Was Azalia's quick answer. She had to admit Melech's cock was impressive, but wasn't going to give him the satisfaction to say it.

Still, Melech's expression stayed smug as he began to stroke himself with his hand. His movements were slow and sensual, inevitably drawing Azalia's gaze to the Adom King's circumcised cock.

"Oh, but I do know how to use it." He told her in a confident voice. "I'm sure I could make you come on my cock in just a few minutes." His words were crude and sinful, so much Azalia had to focus not to blush. "I doubt that." She managed to respond in a mostly unwavering voice.

But the truth was that she was getting affected. Melech was several years older than her and surely had a lot of experience. He was arrogant and sure of his skills, something Azalia couldn't help but find attractive. There was something incredibly sexy in a man that knew what he was doing...

But she couldn't let it show, no. The attraction between them was mutual, but Azalia couldn't let Melech know just how hot he made her feel.

"I could always show you." The Adom King told her with a smirk. "You'd beg me to never stop again." He kept slowly stroking himself, his cock hardening and lengthening into his fist. He used his thumb to rub at his tip, the pearls of precum escaping it making his movements slicker and easier.

"Have you even already been taken by a man?" Melech unexpectedly asked her.

It took Azalia by surprise, her heart jumping inside her chest at the question. "I've had men pleasure me." Was her cautious response. Still, Melech had no trouble understanding the meaning hidden behind her words.

"But never inside you." He stated more than asked.

It was the truth: Azalia had already had her fair share of fun for her young life, but she had never gone further than oral sex. Women often were required to keep their virginity for their marriage, but it wasn't for this reason that she had waited. No, it was more by choice, because she thought her body was sacred and because she had wanted to choose the man she would give her virginity to.

Not that she had much of a choice anymore with Melech wanting her to be his wife. Still, Azalia wasn't too upset about it. Melech was a powerful King and, if her visions had showed her anything, it was that he would learn to love her and to respect her with time.

But Melech didn't know this, and only growled in utter arousal at the thought of taking Azalia's virginity. "Fuck. You'll be so tight around my cock." He husked out as he began to stroke his cock faster and rougher. Low pants were leaving his lips, his muscles flexing as his fist rapidly moved along his length. "I can already imagine it."

His behaviour was so shameful Azalia almost blushed in response. "You'd rather focus on getting off." She told Melech. "I don't have all day."

"Maybe it would be faster if you made yourself useful." The Adom King responded with a smug smirk. "I'm not some virgin who can come with just a few strokes of my hand." He was teasing her or taunting her, Azalia wasn't sure, his tongue licking his lips as he looked right into Azalia's blue eyes. His other hand was playing with his balls, his crimson eyes defying Azalia to do something about it.

"Do you want to finish?" The Lavan princess decided to play into his game.

"Will you suck me off?" Melech replied and Azalia finally walked closer to him. "I won't, but I'll help you." She said as he stepped right between Melech's legs, the King spreading them wider so that she could easily fit between them. "Finally." He said with a smug grin on his lips.

But, instead of reaching for his cock like Melech had been expecting her to do, Azalia gently cupped Melech's face with her hands instead. "Here. Focus on my touch." She told him in a soft voice.

"What are you-" Melech was about to protest when Azalia began to use her powers. She suddenly sent waves of utter arousal, pleasure and warmth into Melech's whole being, the strong emotions added to the way Melech had been stroking himself enough to drove the King over the edge.

"Fuck." He let out a loud curse as he abruptly reached his climax, his cock pulsing inside his fist before starting to spurt out strands of white cum all over his hand.

"Good boy." Azalia praised him through his release. Her tone was slightly condescending but her eyes couldn't look away from Melech's spilling cock and clenching abs. His veins filled with lava seemed to glow with his orgasm, making Azalia wonder if his semen was as hot as the fire burning inside him.

"See. It wasn't that hard, after all." She said in a breathless voice before taking two steps back away from between Melech's legs.

"You're unbelievable." The Adom King let out a low disbelieving chuckle. He was slightly panting, his crimson eyes looking even redder than usual as they looked right at Azalia. "Fuck, that was amazing." He didn't even seem the least angry about what Azalia had just done to him, on the contrary, and that had the merit to throw the Lavan princess out of balance.

Her cheeks felt hot, and she was sure Melech could see her blushing.

"I should take my leave now that it's done." She began to turn away in hope to save face. Her heart was racing inside her chest, her body feeling abnormally hot, and she didn't want Melech to know how much he was affecting her.

"Don't." But Melech grabbed her wrist before she could run away. "Come take a bath with me." Were the words he told her.