"What do you think, Darling Kael?"
"Does our prince approve of his royal welcome?"
A young and handsome man lay sprawled across a bed of lustrous and soft sheets.
The air was full with the intoxicating scent of jasmine and honey.
The walls were covered with soft, fancy fabric, each designed with detailed gold and red patterns. The shadows they made moved like dancing figures. The whole room felt alive, almost like it was breathing in time with his heartbeat.
Three beautiful women surrounded him, each more breathtaking than the last. Their laughter echoed in the room like soft chimes, sending a thrill through his veins.
They touched him with exquisite and soft hands, their fingers tracing slow, teasing paths over his skin.
One slender, but busty woman lay next to him and whispered into his ear, her breath hot against his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Kael," she seductively purred, the sound of her voice was like music to his ear. "Let us show you how beautiful the night can be." Her lips brushed over his earlobe, her touch was like fire.
Kael's eyes shot up a little, because the warmth of her breath sent a jolt through him.
The second woman, a blonde beside him, moved her body closer to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She draped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss that was slow and deep, teasing him with every movement.
The kiss was electric, and Kael leaned into it, matching her pace with his own. Her hands moved down his waist, exploring as if searching for buried treasure.
And a treasure she found.
"Well now…." she giggled, fingers brushing lower and stroking his manhood. "You've been hiding a secret weapon."
Kael grinned, grabbed her hips, and pulled her against him. He was done playing passive. It was time to take control.
Kael could feel the tension building, his body alive with desire. The third woman ran her fingers over his chest, her touch soft but insistent, tracing the lines of his muscles. The sensation was maddening, each touch drawing him closer to the edge.
Still kissing the blonde, Kael's hands slid to the waist of the first woman. He found the curve of her hips through the fine silk of her gown.
He broke the kiss and turned to her, devouring her mouth with a hunger that stole her breath. She moaned into his mouth, her body shuddering in his arms. Kael's hands slid to her hips, eager and a little desperate. He could wait no longer.
The raven haired, younger woman who had been hovering at his side now moved in, pressing her body against his, her lips trailing down his neck, hot and breathless.
She whispered against his skin, "You deserve every bit of this, Kael. We all want you."
He could barely breathe. His thoughts were hazy, clouded by the raw, intense desire coursing through him. His hands moved to undo the fabric of her gown, his fingers moving with the anticipation of what was to come.
His mouth found her skin, tasting the sweetness of her neck, the fire inside him was growing by the moment. But that was not the only thing that seemed to be growing with each touch.
With their every touch, moan, kiss, he felt his erection strain against his pants. Hard and not easy to contain.
He grinned, as he felt like it was inevitable.At long last, Kael was finally going to lose his Virginity, and take what he'd wanted, to claim their bodies, surrendering to the craving that had consumed him.
But as soon as his hands slid lower, just as he was about to pull her gown and let the dream unfold completely…..
"Kael!"
"Huh?"
His hands stilled. One on a perky breast, the other gripping silk. Confusion muddled his senses.
Where was it coming from, and who was calling out to him at this time?
"Kael! KAEL! Wake up, stop drooling on the bench. And do not sleep on the job!"
Laying on a wooden bench in the back corner of a bustling market stall,
Kael's eyes jolted open,and he snapped out from his daydreaming. The scent of jasmine was gone, replaced by spice, fruits, dust, and sweat.
He blinked twice, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream that still stuck in his head.
"It was all a dream?" Kael sighed. He remembered the steamy dream, and was disappointed that it wasn't real.
He sat up on the bench, but his body was tense, still reacting to the aftereffects of the dream, and as he shifted, his eyes fell to his pants.
He hadn't realized it since he had just gotten up from his nap, but due to that sexual dream, his pants were uncomfortably tight, a very clear sign of the dream's lingering effect.
He groaned inwardly, silently cursing Mira for waking him up. It was the perfect dream, and he would have preferred it if he did not get woken up.
Seriously? She couldn't let him finish the dream before waking him up? Rude.
"Note to self Kael, never nap near Mira again. Dream assassins are real." Kael talked under his breath.
Mira shot him a look of pure irritation.
Well, of course, she was irritated. Kael was what she'd call immature sometimes. And he'd definitely proven it countless times, with his impulsive decisions, half-hearted attempts at work, and now this, falling asleep on the job like it was a vacation.
"What's that, Kael? Are you saying something?"
Kael leaned back against the stall, arms behind his head like he hadn't just been caught slacking off with a very visible situation in his pants. "Nothing," he muttered, feigning innocence.
Mira didn't buy it for a second. "You're hopeless."
"And yet, here I am, alive, sexy, and overworked." Kael said with a smirk, stretching his arms dramatically.
Mira raised an eyebrow, her arms still crossed. "Alive and overworked, yes. Sexy? Debatable."
Kael grinned. "Come on, a little recognition for my natural charm?"
"Natural? I think you've confused 'charm' with 'barely-functioning laziness.'" She gritted her teeth, and shot him a deadpan look. "But sure, I'll give you 'alive."
"Whatever."
Kael ignored Mira's words as he tried to rid himself of the remnants of the dream, but his body wasn't listening. It still ached, still remembered the warmth, the touch, the promise of what could have been, if Mira hadn't ruined everything.
Mira approached and stood over him, arms crossed. She looked at him with a look of concern mixed with irritation. "What were you even dreaming about?" she asked. Her voice showed signs of worry and curiosity.
She might be annoyed with him, but she still cared about him. How could she not have affection for him? After all, they grew up together, in the same house.
Kael looked at her, as he prepared to share the dream with her, but he was caught off guard by the intensity of her presence. She was close to him, too close. The curves of her figure, the way her clothes clung to her, sent his mind spiraling back to the dream he'd just woken from.
And then there was her cleavage, drawing his gaze despite his best efforts to look away. Damn it. Her big jugs were literally on his face, almost threatening to brush against his face.
Mira was undeniably stunning, every inch of her radiated a kind of beauty that was both effortless and commanding. She had long, toned and smooth legs. Her fair skin, long flowing hair and hazel eyes only made her look even more like a goddess
And having her so close to him wasn't helping, especially after the dream he'd just woken from. Kael's body betrayed him, and his erection grew bigger. He couldn't control it, even when he looked away.
His pants bulged. His cheeks turned red. Awkward.
Mira noticed his flushed face and she softened a little. But, then her gaze dropped and landed on the bulge in his pants, and her expression hardened.
She quickly glanced away, her own cheeks flushing.
Did he really have an erection? Was it because of her? The thought made her look at him very angrily. She felt a strange flutter in her chest before she snapped, "You pervert."
With a quick motion, she grabbed a jar and splashed water directly onto his bulging pants.
Kael hissed through his teeth, the freezing water almost making him jump up.
"Get it together," she said, shaking her head. "You're at work, not in some…tarven brothel,"
She turned and quickly walked away "There's a shipment of supplies that needs to be packed. Get on it, Kael. And no more... distractions."
Kael grinned, enjoying her discomfort. She was very cute when she was shy and trying to be angry. But inwardly he was still frustrated. The dream had been so close, so real.
—
"Alright, done and done," Kael muttered, sealing the final crate shut. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, then stepped back to admire the stacked boxes.
He glanced around, scanning for any sign of Mira.
Speaking of Mira...
She wasn't just a co-worker. She was the daughter of the man who saved him from a fire years ago.
Kael owed that man everything.
And in return, he'd made a vow:
Watch over her.
As for the man himself?
His line of work had always been dangerous. Eventually, it caught up with him.