Later that evening she left the pub, making her way home in the dark. For days after she’d first met her blond stranger in the pub, she thought he would follow her home daily. She didn’t want to admit her disappointment when she hadn’t seen him following her after the first few nights. But seeing him in the pub tonight was also something she hadn’t expected.
She heard the footsteps behind her, and turned to face him, closing the distance between them this time without fear. “You’re persistent, aren’t you?”
“Either it’s persistence or stupidity,” he said with a short laugh. “I haven’t quite figured out which. But I would like to introduce myself.”
“Oh, and then I’m supposed to introduce myself? Is that it?”
“That’s my plan.”
Kiawyn tried to stifle the laugh that escaped her lips and saw him smile. “Why?” she asked him.
He frowned and shrugged. “I make it a rule that when a beautiful woman suddenly and without provocation haunts my dreams, I have to get her name. You would be doing me a great service.”
“And how is that?”
“Well, if I had your name, I might be able to get a good night’s sleep finally. But I’ll help you out. I’m Laeros.”
He bowed his head curtly. His name. She knew of that name, and it finally dawned on her. He was the prince. “Holy shit. You’re him, aren’t you? You’re the fuckin’ Prince of Zinvia.”
“Not tonight. Tonight, I’m just Laeros.”
As what often happened, she began to doubt his sincerity. And when she began to doubt, she became angry. “By the goddesses, go back to that palatial palace of yours. Why did you come to the Fourth district in the first place? Did you want to see for yourself how we’re trying to stay alive on the shit we’re paid? I’m no fuckin’ sideshow. Oh, excuse me. I’m no fuckin’ sideshow, your highness.”
“That was the furthest thing from my mind. I only want to get to know you. I asked a few of the customers at the pub, but they wouldn’t tell me your name either.”
“Yeah, I bet,” she said glancing around in the darkness of the alley. “I can just bet what they told you. So, fine. My life’s already fodder for everyone around here. Yes, I have two children by two different men. And no, I have no husband for all my troubles. Is that why you followed me down this alley? Did they say to you, go for Kiawyn, she’s a whore. She’s got two babes and no man? Is that it?”
“You’re Mocmoran? Your name,” he said holding his hand up, as if in defense of her words. “The ‘wyn’ at the end means woman. I know a few Mocmoran women.”
“And there you go. Every man wishes for a Mocmoran woman, hoping they’ll turn out to be a vaedra. They find out you’re half Mocmoran, and their mind automatically wonders whether you’re the sexual dynamo of their dreams. Fuck off, Laeros, Prince of Zinvia. I don’t care who you are. Leave me the fuck alone!”
“All I wanted to know was your name,” he said standing in obvious shock.
She’d done it again. She’d let her temper get the best of her. She’d jumped to conclusions she had no idea were based in fact. She stood breathing heavily, and silently berating herself for laying into a man that more than likely meant none of what she’d accused him of. Culuthia’s voice echoed within her mind to stop pushing men away. She knew that was what she was doing. If she pushed them away before they hurt her, she was the one that did the hurting. It was why she was single. It wasn’t as though men never approached her. But what man would want to stick around to be stomped on?
“Shit,” she whispered. “I’m sorry, your highness. It isn’t you. I have a tendency to paint all men with the same broad strokes. You didn’t deserve all of that.”
Laeros only stood nodding to her. “Okay. I truly meant nothing by saying you’re Mocmoran, and I didn’t think it was because of your figure. Shit,” he whispered. “I wasn’t looking at your figure. Dammit. That was a lie. I hate to lie. I was, but not because…You’re a beautiful woman, is what I was trying to say. Kiawyn! Your name is Kiawyn. Thank you.”
She couldn’t help bursting into laughter. “Yes, it is. I suppose after all of what I just said to you, I owe you my name. I am Kiawyn, daughter of Gilvahn.”
“You said you were half Mocmoran. So I’m assuming your mother was Mocmoran, since you’re known as the daughter of Gilvahn.”
“Yes, your highness. My father was originally from Jahlmerikahl. And with that, I will ask for my leave. It’s late, and I have my children to get home to.”
Laeros shook his head. “No, please. I would like for you to call me Laeros. Not your highness, or the Prince of Zinvia. I came to the Fourth District to get away from all of that. I came here to be myself. Not many know what I look like here. Which is surprising that you knew of me.”
“I’m poor, but I have a Tru-View. Plus, I like to read the news. I’ve seen the announcement about your betrothal to Lady Rondreal. Congratulations. Which is confusing me. You’re to be married to her. Why would you follow me home?”
He seemed to think on that, and suddenly bowed low in front of her. “I have to go. Nice meeting you, Kiawyn, daughter of Gilvahn.”
She watched him walk back down the alley, and stayed watching him, as a large black car drove up, and he got inside. The car drove away, leaving her feeling confused, and oddly disappointed from his quick departure.
He continued to gaze at her, even as she felt his hands on her wide hips, slowly removing her panties until she stood in front of him completely naked both in body and soul. He stood up from the bed and slowly and methodically removed his clothes without his gaze leaving hers. When they were both bare—the intensity of their passion emanating out in a heat to wrap them both into a cloud building with desire—he led her with him to lay in the bed.
She wanted to just lay with him under the covers, kissing and caressing his body. His muscles were so taut, yet his skin was soft and pliant under her touch. She kissed along his hard, ripped abs, running her tongue along his skin. Her hands ran down the length of his body to cup his erect cock. He moaned softly, letting out a slight hiss between his teeth.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to be here with you?” He whispered to her.
“I would guess for a bit longer than I have with you,” she kissed him deeply. “But I’ve longed for you. Touch my body, Laeros. I want you to feel every part of me.”
“I’m really enjoying how you’re feeling parts of me,” he said with a sultry grin.
She smiled seductively at him. “I can use more than my hands to feel you, love,” she said, as she moved down his body until she was able to use her tongue and mouth on his cock. He immersed his hands in her hair, holding her head to his groin, but there was no need. She loved the feeling of him in her mouth. The softness of his skin, as she trailed her tongue along his shaft before taking him into her mouth. She sucked around the engorged head of his cock, as he moaned aloud in pleasure. But she wanted more of him. She could have stayed in that position—his cock nestled in her hand, as she pumped and sucked, and licked him languorously—but he had other plans, quickly turning her over onto the bed, and making her giggle along with him.
His gaze was intense. And even as he looked down into her eyes, he cupped and caressed her breasts, sending tingles throughout her body, and soft purrs of pleasure from her lips.
“Do you have any idea how gorgeously beautiful you are?” Laeros whispered to her.
She trailed her fingers down his muscled chest. “I do when you tell me. I know when I see you look at me. So, you must know also. But just so we’re both understood, why don’t you show me,” she said kissing him deeply.
He nodded to her with a sly smile, as he began to kiss his way down her body. His lips were hot with passion, leaving no inch of her body untouched. And then he was poised between her legs, making her body tense with anticipation. But she didn’t have to wait long, as his warm breath could be felt there before he trailed his finger down the slit of her pussy. He teased kisses along the inside of her thigh, before she gasped out loud at feeling his tongue licking and sending delicious tingles inside of her.
His moans echoed her own, as he continued to delve, and lick, and suck the sensitive flesh of her pussy. She arched her back in response to the flick of his tongue. Then, he was kneeling between her thighs, gazing down at her before he pushed his cock inside of her while leaning in to take her lips in a deep, seething kiss.
“Ah!” she gasped. Too long, she thought. It had been too long since she’d felt the hard and glorious length of a man’s cock sending ripple after ripple of pleasure to every part of her body. But that was what Laeros was doing. She had her doubts that she would feel anything like he was giving to her with any other man. It was him and only him. He gazed into her eyes with each thrust of his hips. He kissed her passionately, while touching and caressing her body. It was more than just pleasure. It was a connection that she’d tried to deny from the first time she’d seen him. Her vaedra knew. It had always known. And even as she wrapped her legs around his body, moaning in response to everything he was giving to her, she could feel her vaedra fighting to take control.
She touched his face tenderly, kissing him with all that she felt. “I want you to feel all that I have to give you, Laeros. Now,” she said pushing him over to lay on his back, as she straddled his body, “I want you to feel what I am.”
She began to move her hips, grinding her pelvis slowly and methodically, and feeling his hardened cock grow impossibly harder inside of her. She cupped her breasts in her hands, running her thumbs seductively over the hardened pearls of her nipples.
Laeros held onto her, as he scooted them both up farther on the bed to brace himself on the headboard. It gave him a better position to suck on her nipples, and thrust his groin in tune to her movements. He gently pulled her head down to kiss her deeply, but she continued to move on top of him, feeling that warmth that began to build inside of her. She knew when to release her aura. The expression on his face told her that he was close. Their frenzied movements threatened to overtake them, as they strove to pleasure and be pleasured. Their bodies begged for release, and as she moved on his body, she knew instinctively when they were both ready. Then, and only then, did she release her aura, letting it envelope them in a heat of passion, desire, pleasure, and more. Love.