by Heiress
Still in disbelief, I asked, “Can I see him?”
“I don’t give a shit. You can spend the night with his ass down there. Get all your precious time in before that nigga gets his head chopped off.”
A knock came at his door before I could say anything else.
“What? Damn. Can a nigga get some time to himself to fucking think?” he spoke to himself.
“Sorry to disturb you King Adonis, but we have news about Lady Bella. You’re not going to like it,” the guard spoke with a concerned look on his face.
“Let’s talk in private. Leah get out. You can escort yourself to the dungeon,” he dismissed me, flaring his hand to the door. I wanted to stay and eavesdrop, but I had to go see about Twan. I needed answers.
Sprinting down the long halls, I made my way to the dungeon. Tiptoeing down the broken steps, my heart grew louder. It was spooky and dark. When I reached the end, two guards approached me. “King Adonis gave me permission to come down here to see a friend,” I spoke just above a whisper.
“Leah!” Twan yelled, extending out his hands through the bared cell in front of me.
“Twan!” Running towards him, I grabbed his hands and nearly broke down in tears. He looked so bad. He was dirty and had an awful bruise going across his face. He looked like he hadn’t eaten in weeks and his hair was so long that he looked like caveman.
“Can you let me in please?” I asked.
One of the guards glanced over at the other, I’m guessing to get his permission. The guard nodded his head and then came and opened the door. I wrapped my hands around his body and cried in his chest when I felt his bones. “Twan, what did you do?”
“Fucked the wrong bitch,” he shot back. He let me go and looked me in my eyes.
“Adonis told me you raped his sister-”
“First off, I didn’t rape her. Shit got a little rough that night, but I didn’t rape her. She asked for that shit. Begged for it to be all the way one hunnit. I was against it at first, but have you seen their sister? Bitch finer than fine. I mean titties, ass and hips is banging!”
“I get it Twan, now get to the point. If you didn’t rape her then what happened?”
Twan
Five Months Ago, …
“Adonis is always having me on dummy missions and shit. He all in the damn pool fucking and I’m stuck on babysitting duty. I want some pussy too. Nigga selfish as fuck,” I mumbled as I went to go meet princess Zara. “This little bitch bet not be rube because she gone get her young ass cussed the fuck out tonight.”
I walked into the grand room where I spotted a girl standing in the center. She had a long sheer dress on that trailed behind her. I could tell she had ass by how her dress puffed up in the back. “Princess Zara?”
She turned around and smiled at me. “Yes, that’s me. Are you my brother’s guard who’s come to tell me that he’s too busy to meet his little sister after not seeing her for four years?” she asked.
If a nigga could talk, I would have said some shit, but I couldn’t. My words had got caught in my dick that seemed to be talking for me. I had to put my hands in front of me to hide my stiffness. Zara’s beauty was breathtaking. She had that smooth dark skin that made you want to lick it as if it was a chocolate bar. She had wide doe shaped eyes that sat above a button like nose and full brown lips. Her hair was in a curly fro style that only she could pull off. Everything about her was magnetic.
“Yes, I get that a lot,” she laughed as she began to walk away. “After you’re done pulling your lip up from the floor, be a good boy and grab my bags for me. I’ll be in my room.”
That alone snapped me out of whatever trance her ass had me in. “Grab your bags? Fuck I look like, the help? I ain’t grabbing shit. Get one of your servants to do that,” I spat.
“Excuse me?” Her face turned up as if she was offended.
“If you’re excused then why you still standing here?” I shot back. “You heard me. I’m a guard. I guard shit, I don’t get shit. Now I came out here to tell you that King Adonis is busy and will meet with you tomorrow. Now if you don’t mind, Princess Zara, I’m about to go to bed. Goodnight.”
I proceeded to walk away from her, but she cleared her throat as if she had something to say. So, I paused and tuned my head waiting for her to speak.
“Do you know who I am?” she asked.
“Yea. You the long-lost princess who’s been gone for four years,” I answered.
“Exactly. I’m a princess. The only princess and this is my country and my palace. My name runs everything in it, which includes you. Now I don’t know what my brother has been letting slide since I’ve been gone, but respect is a requirement. As well as obedience, which you clearly lack. Now I won’t ask a third time. Get my bags and have them sent to my room. Now,” she barked orders.
I could only laugh. “You cute when your mad. It’s actually turning me on right now, but I don’t follow orders from snobby, stuck-up-ass princesses. And I agree, you don’t have to say it a third time because I wasn’t gone do the shit if you repeated it anyway,” I shot back, turning around and walking away.
Zara was sexy as fuck, but her attitude needed some work. I made my way back to the guard’s wing and closed myself in my room. I was tired as shit and since I wasn’t on duty to watch Bella, I was gone get some rest.
“Get my bags,” I repeated, laughing out loud. “That bitch ‘bout rude as fuck.” I climbed into bed and went straight to sleep.
The Next Day…
I watched as my best friend got married. On the inside, I was pissed as fuck, but I didn’t want to display it too much. People might notice how I really felt about Leah. At the end of the day, I always put my feelings aside because I cared too much about her happiness. I just knew that revealing that I was in love with her would fuck up our friendship. Especially if I told the whole truth, which was not only was I in love with Leah, but I was also in love with Bella.
“Does she know?” Zara whispered in my ear. I was standing in front of her as she was sitting on her little throne.
“What?”
“I said, does she know?”
“Does who know what?”
“Does my brother’s new wife know that you’re in love with her?” she cleared up.
I turned my head and stared her down in shock somewhat that she saw right through me. “I don’t know what you talking about,” I deflected.
“Yes, sure you don’t. Any man that looks at a woman like that when she’s getting married to another man must either be in love or jealous. You don’t look like the jealous type, so it must be love,” she continued.
“Girl will you stop talking to me? I’m trying to pay attention. Plus, your breath stank, and I can smell it from all the way over here. You brush this morning?” I sniffed the air and made a funny face. I couldn’t smell shit from where I was, but I was hoping she would feel embarrassed and stop talking to me.
“You’re deflecting. It’s fine. I won’t say anything. It will be our little secret as long as you’re nice to be and treat me with the respect I deserve,” she spat.
“First off, ain’t shit to tell, so gone head and do you. Second, didn’t I just tell you that your breath stank? Stop talking to me.” I noticed that the wedding was basically over, and they were about to leave. It was my que to follow them.
“I have to go to the bathroom. Can you escort me please?” Zara whispered.
“I’m sorry, but how old are you?” I quizzed, sarcastically.
“Just escort me, please.”
Shaking my head, I exhaled loudly. “Man come on. And hurry up because got something to do,” I spat, walking off with her in front of me. I escorted her to the bathroom and just as the toilet flushed, I heard gun shots.
“What the fuck?” I spoke to myself. Then more shots rang out and screams and cries hit the ceiling. “Bella! Leah!” I shouted about to run into danger to make sure my friends were okay. I reached for the handle and the door was locked. “Come on, not no
w!”
“The doors automatically lock when the palace is under attack,” Zara spoke.
“Don’t you think I fucking know that?” I snapped over my shoulder. I didn’t mean to yell at her, but I was pissed that I felt helpless. I had always been there for Leah and Bella. I fought all their battles and the ones I couldn’t, I tried to make up for. They thought that they needed me but in reality, I needed them. If I didn’t have any one to save and protect, I didn’t serve a purpose in this world. They were my world.
They had been my family for years and I couldn’t see myself living without them. Yes, I was in love with both of them, but I valued our friendship more, which is why I always kept my feelings to myself. I would never want to lose them and here I was locked in the bathroom while they were out there possibly getting shot at. It ate me up inside that I couldn’t do anything.
“Wow. You really care about her.”
“It’s not a her. It’s them. They’re my best friends and the only family I got. Caring is all I can do.” I slid down the wall and sat down on the ground. With my head in my hands, I silently prayed for God to protect them both.
“I wish I had someone to love me like that.” I could feel Zara’s presence grow closer and then I felt her shoulder on mine. She had come to sit next to me.
“You’re the princess of Droga and you fine as fuck. I’m sure every nigga and their daddy loves you,” I smirked.
“As you can tell, I’m not that easy to like. I admit that I’m bougie and very siddity, but I was born into royalty. It’s my birth right to act like this and no one has ever told me that how I act was a problem, so I never changed it. Well, that was until I met you,” she laughed and so did I.
“My entire life, I have been admired for my beauty, body and status. Every man all over African wants to be with me but they don’t want to love me. I’ve been set to marry a man who is almost forty years older than me,” she revealed.
“Ah, hell nah. That shit nasty. They got you out here marrying grandpas.”
She burst out laughing. “Yes. They have me out here marrying an old man. He is so unattractive, wrinkly and just old. He has no sex appeal; his conversation is boring, and he has no excitement. He treats me more like a trophy that he brings out and shines for all his friends to admire.”
“Then why you are marrying him?” I was curious.
“I have to. My father said marrying him would be good for Droga and I will do anything for my country. I’m a princess and it’s my duty to serve my country and its people. That’s why Don married Mena and why Amir is marrying Creola. It’s all for the good of our country. That’s what I keep telling myself.” She glanced at me with such sorrow in her eyes.
For the remainder of the time we were locked in the bathroom, we talked. We got to know each other, and she wasn’t that bad once I got to know the real her. She was still a stuck-up brat, but she was more open than I thought.
When the lock down was over, I made sure Zara made it to her room and went to go check on Leah and Bella. Adonis had filled me in on what happened. I was devasted to find out that my best friend was in a coma, yet I was relieved that she was still alive.
Months Later…
When I wasn’t visiting Bella, I was spending time with, Zara. Since Bella was in a coma, I was put on a new duty which was to guard and watch over Zara. I felt bed for enjoying being with her a lot more than I did Bella and Leah. We left the palace and went places. She showed me around Droga, and it was actually nice as fuck. Today we had been wandering around the country and I was tired as fuck.
After I made sure Zara was safe in her room, I went back to the guard’s domain to my room. Stripping out my clothes, I got in the shower and turned it on. The hot water felt so good, I almost fell asleep standing up. I was so relaxed that I stayed in the shower for about an hour before I got out. Just when I wrapped the towel around my waist, I heard a knock at my door.
“Who is it?” I asked, brushing my waves to the front.
“Your princess,” a voice answered.
I paused what I was doing and went to go open the door. Seeing, Zara behind my door was unexpected and I was beyond confused. She had never come to visit me. “You get lost or something?” I asked, but instead of her answering me, she entered my room without permission. “What happened to manners? Something you’re clearly lacking,” I teased, closing my door behind her.
“I don’t have to have manners. I’m a princess,” she sang, walking around my room eyeing everything as if she was looking for something. “Is there a servant girl you’re in here hiding?”
“I wish,” I mumbled under my breath.
“I came here to discuss our first encounter. We have been spending a lot of time together and I’ve been blind to addressing this. I’m a princess and I demand respect. I know we are considered friends now, but no man has ever talked to me the way you did and still do. Ever,” she let me know.
“Maybe because you ain’t ever met a real nigga like me. I’m from the states and there we don’t play that talking back shit. I’m a man and I demand respect too,” I replied, smiling. I couldn’t take her serious.
Her eyes followed my naked body that was wrapped in only a towel. The corners of her mouth curled up before she bit down on her lip. When she noticed me noticing her lusting after me, she cleared her throat. “I demand an apology for that night. You should have given it to me a while ago, but we both know that manners aren’t your thing,” she quipped.
“Ha. Right after you apologize for eye fucking me. I feel violated,” I jokingly replied, covering up my nipples with my hands.
She cracked a smile and tried to hide her laugh. “I would never do that. I was simply admiring your… physique.” I could tell it was hard for her to admit that.
“Oh, yea? Is that the real reason you came to my room? To admire my… physique?”
The room fell silent. I could tell every time I was around her that she wasn’t used to someone being so blunt and forward, especially when it came to men. I’m sure nigga’s fell to her feet, but I wasn’t gone be taking a knee. She was fine as fuck, but not enough to be thirsty over.
“I admit, your demeanor has me intrigued. No one talks to me the way you do. You don’t treat me like royalty or a piece of beautiful art. You treat me like a normal girl. I came here to ask you to keep me company tonight.”
“By company you meeeeean...” I dragged the word for clarity as I took small steps towards her.
“I’m new to this whole… forward thing. I’m used to men approaching me and finding me attractive. I never took interest in anyone until I had the pleasure of meeting you three months ago.” Her eyes rolled yet she had a slight grin on her face. “I have a proposal for you,” she stated.
“Yea? What is it?”
“I want you to have sex with me.”
“I’m sorry, come again? Say what now?” I quizzed because I felt like I was hearing things.
“I know it seems absurd, but I have never been so turned on by a man in all of my eighteen years of living. Not even the man I’m arranged to marry in a few years. He does nothing for me but you...” she looked me up and down with desire in her eyes, “you do something to me, and I want to see just how much you can do with me.”
She untied the robe she was wearing and dropped it to the floor, exposing her naked body.
“Damn,” I hissed, tucking my lip in between my teeth as I stared at how amazing her body looked. No blemish in sight. Her breasts were voluptuous, and she had big nipples I was tempted to suck on. Her pussy looked so fat that I’m sure it took up most of her weight. As much as I wanted to throw her fine ass on my bed and fuck her senseless, I couldn’t. She was a princess, and though it wasn’t forbidden, it wasn’t right. Bella and Leah were proof that I shouldn’t be doing this shit. Plus, we grew to really have a solid friendship and I knew sex would ruin that.
“Why y’all royals keep coming after us normal folks? Like gone somewhere with all the African royal fi
neness. Your brothers got my best friends with that shit and I refuse to be another victim. I got one friend running for her life and the other fighting for hers. Nope. Not gone happen. I decline your sexual offer. Get out,” I snapped, opening up the door for her to leave.
She walked towards the door and closed it. “I can’t leave. I’m craving you right now. I’ve been craving you for months now, I was just too afraid to act on it. I feel like a female dog in heat when I’m around you. This is how much I want you.” She grabbed my hand and placed it in between her thighs. I could feel her juices flowing down her leg. “Please,” she begged.
“Fuck,” I cursed, closing the door and slamming her up against it. Sloppily, I kissed her in the mouth. I sucked, licked and chewed on her lips and tongue. I was a little rough with her because I wanted her so damn bad. I hadn’t been fucking nothing for months, so I was way overdue for some pussy.
I bit her lip and I just knew it was going to bruise. She had my dick so damn hard that even a rock couldn’t compare to me. My hands roamed over her smooth skin as I lifted her up and placed my hands behind her knees. I didn’t even need to look down and work myself in. My dick was hard enough to enter her without assistance.
“Sweet African royal Jesus,” I groaned as I entered her tight wet box. I tried not to notice how extremely snug she was, but I knew she couldn’t be a virgin. Some nigga had to hit that before me.
“Oweee,” she moaned loud enough for the hole castle to hear her.
“Oh, so now you wanna cry? Ha. Take that shit like a big girl,” I spoke into her ear as I deepened my strokes. Her pussy was not opening up for me. She was tight coming in and out. “Loosen up for me. Shit.”
“Oweee. Owe. Stop. Please. Just stop,” she cried out loud.
I stopped my movement and looked her in the eyes. Her eyes were misty, but she didn’t seem like she wanted me to stop. “You really want me to stop or nah?” I asked.