The Two Kings (Afterlife Saga)

by Hudson, Stephanie

  “So beautiful, so innocent and utterly fragile. Purity at its highest existence.” He looked as though he was saying this to himself as he kept his eyes down making his long, thick lashes cast shadows under his eyes. Like this, his features looked so soft and young. Like this, he was a lover not a fighter, and a man not a king.

  His fingertips travelled down the hollow of my throat and kept on going until my top prevented it. This was when a naughty smile curved up on one side of Draven’s lips. He looked as if an idea just entered his mind and before I had chance to ask, in one quick movement he rolled onto his back and pulled me with him. I was now staring down at him and sat straddling his stomach with my knees either side of him. My hair fell to one side making the end of the plait tickle his upper arm. He didn’t giggle like I would have, as I don’t think a man like Draven ever would but instead he let out a deep, throaty laugh before moving it further up my neck.

  “Did that tickle?” I asked mischievously.

  “No, of course not, a man like me doesn’t get ticklish,” he said trying to be serious but doing a lousy job of it. I raised one eyebrow at him making him smirk.

  “Really? Then I’m afraid I will need proof on the matter...just to be sure, you understand”

  “But of course...be my guest.” He said motioning with his hand up and down his body.

  I cleared my throat before saying,

  “Umm I think I will need that removed before I conduct my research.” I nodded down to his clothed chest and he looked down at himself.

  “I accept that, you may proceed.” He said in over exaggerated snobbery. I tried to hide my smile which must have been displayed as coy. He raised his arms to rest behind his head in the ultimate relaxed pose. I started at the bottom of his Grey T-shirt that was already showing a line of skin before the waistband of his jeans. A little trail of dark hairs could be seen making their way down to join the other thicker region that surrounded his manhood.

  “Oh, I think I’m going to enjoy this.” I commented making him try very hard to hide a smug, ‘the cat got the cream’ look!

  I decided that slow and extremely gentle was the way to go and as I gripped at the material ready to pull up I purposely let the tips of my thumbs touch his sides as I pulled it upwards over his rippled stomach. Even then I could feel him shudder under my touch but when I looked up at his face it was still set in neutral. I was going to have to try harder!

  He let me pull it up and over his head which now revealed his wide, naked chest. His solid muscles, even when relaxed, looked deadly strong. It had me wondering if he could kick a van to one side, being that strong on his lower half, then how much could he bench press with huge muscles like that!?

  I thought I would go straight for the money and work at his sides, they were always a sure bet to get anyone squirming. I first used my fingertips and ran them upwards moving so slowly it all looked like slow motion. He flinched when I neared his underarm but still his face was set in stone.

  “You’re going to have to do better than that my dear.” He said being cocky but I had to admit, it sure looked like he was loving all this attention! So I tried another tactic. I went back to the beginning and this time used my nails. I ran them up and down each time getting further up to his underarm. Each time I got closer, I could see him trying harder to resist the urge to laugh. I smiled at the sight of a victory that was so close to being mine.

  “You’re breaking Draven,” I warned but he just shook his head although I noticed he kept his mouth closed.

  “Ok, you asked for it, time for hard ball!” I squirmed further down his body and I heard him groan, only for a different reason. I lent my body downwards so that my mouth was just over the skin on his sides. I looked up before doing anything, to find his eyes closed and I wanted to laugh at the sight of him biting his lip. I didn’t touch him once but what I did do was a far worse tickling torture. I sucked in a lung full of air and blew it out over his skin so softly I felt his skin prickle up. I dragged myself up the length of him until I had reached the top but only found my disappointment when he hadn’t made a sound. Damn him he was good!

  Right this was it, my last play. I moved back down and this time I did make contact. I started to kiss his velvet, golden skin, first over his stomach then down to his sides. I made sure to make them a light as humanly possible and as I made my way up I could feel his muscles flexing as the intensity of it all was becoming unbearable. I got closer to his arms when I heard his noises of gargled laugher. I wasn’t content with just winning, I wanted to push him over the edge so I climbed his body until my lips were above his. He was about to kiss me but I pulled away and shook my head.

  “My game, my rules, so hold still and see if you can take this big boy!” I said making him smile at my aggressive tone. Whatever he thought, he did as he was told anyway.

  “Close your eyes please.”

  “Please? I didn’t think demanding, girlfriends used words like please little girl?” This made me growl a my little pet name and he laughed, which I caught by saying,

  “HA got ya!”

  “Doesn’t count, vixen!” Now this pet name I didn’t mind so much.

  “Fine then...close your eyes and shut up man slave!” I said trying to sound domineering but once again he laughed.

  “That was adorable!”

  “Draven!” I warned making him comply.

  “Right...sorry mistress.” He teased but I let it slide. I let him control his smile until both his mouth and eyes were closed and relaxed. Then with a fingertip I started to trace up his jaw line to his lips. I began tracing the outside of them with such a gentle touch that I could tell he wanted to have me taste them. I then decided to use my nail and drag it across making them twitch. I got even closer and brushed my lips along, stopping to wet them with my tongue, this was his limit...only one of a different kind.

  “Enough!” He shouted as hands came up making me jump when they grabbed the tops of my arms. He then pulled me roughly to his face and kissed me with a desperate need to have me. He held the back of my head and shifted his weight up so that he was sitting with me on his lap. He turned my head and deepened the kiss until every inch of my mouth was explored by his extremely experienced tongue.

  Then he moved his hands down to grip my backside to lift me up. He shifted underneath me and I knew why as his extending manhood came forward. It must have been annoying him the way it was before. He grabbed my top and did the same thing that I had done to him not long before, only he did it with a lot less grace, as the top flew over my head, only needing to break our kiss for less than a second.

  We were now both topless in each other’s arms and I held onto his shoulders as he explored my breasts. His palms kneaded them like dough and his fingers and thumbs caught my nipples between them making me squirm. Of course every time I wriggled he would grow firmer until his want pressed painfully against me. There wasn’t enough room down there for all three of us!

  “I want you!” He breathed in my mouth and the words would end in a deeper kiss.

  “Yes...yes,” I replied breathlessly wondering if it even made it passed my lips.

  Being at this point with Draven was like falling into a black hole. It was an endless state of want, no, not want but need. Like if he didn’t take me soon I would never stop falling, I would never land. I would be forever somewhere in between belonging to myself and Draven. And I wanted to belong to him with every beat my heart made. I wanted him to take me, to be inside me so that we could merge our bodies, our souls and our everlasting love. It would all be one.

  I don’t remember feeling him removing the rest of our clothes but when I looked down there was ripped material in pieces around us. I gathered that Draven couldn’t wait either because after lifting me once more he hovered me over the growth of him. I felt the end wet and mingle with my own wetness.

  I wanted it so badly I could have shouted out to the heavens but I knew why he was waiting...I had my eyes closed. See the thing
with Draven is he is all about reactions, my reactions. He likes to experience mine as he makes me his own, as he fills my body with more pleasure I can take...he likes to watch. So I opened my eyes and stared into his.

  “Good girl!” He said before letting gravity take care of the rest. He shot up through me, making me scream at the extreme pressure having him inside me felt like. He was big, there was no getting around that and I don’t think it helped that I was small but somehow we just fit. I don’t know how he didn’t hurt me as much as he should but his movements were gentle to start with, so as that I could adjust to his size. And boy did I.

  The rhythm picked up as Draven lost his gentle control. He did most of the work, holding my behind in a firm grip and moving me to his tempo. I, of course, didn’t care what song it was, it was all amazing to feel. He seemed to know exactly the right moments when I was close to finding my release because he would pick up speed to drive me over the edge. He seemed to love the feel of my muscles constricting around him inside of me because he would close his eyes and lift his face towards the ceiling.

  Meanwhile I was digging my nails into his back and screaming out in a pleasure so great, I could hardly stand it. I didn’t know how many orgasms I could take and every time Draven seemed more eager to push the limits. My limits that was! He slowed down slightly to allow me time to regain my breath but it was only a minute and then he would be forcing my body down on him once again with a furious energy. I was panting and every twinge of great pleasure had me gripping onto him once more. Then this time he lent me back so my breasts came forward and protruded from my chest. This gave him full access as he clamped his mouth around one nipple and began to suck.

  I found this so fulfilling that it only took a few seconds to make me cry out mercy for I was coming yet again. He loved it but this time he couldn’t stop. He carried on pumping and sucking so that I wasn’t the only one finding my release. He held on to my back as he thrust up one last time then I felt the shuddering of him exploding inside me. He cried out a growl and then bit down on my nipple like a wild beast, sucking the blood out from me which in turn caused me to experience an orgasm within an orgasm. I came like never before and ended up collapsed on top of him.

  That’s when everything went dark.

  Chapter 42 –

  Cruel interruptions.

  I don’t know how I got to where I was now but it was beautiful. It was a golden meadow that glistened in the sun’s rays. Little daisies danced in the gentle breeze and when I looked down my skin was covered in a flowing white material that seemed alive. It snaked round my shoulders and worked its way down my naked body like it owned me. It was almost like invisible hands were behind the way it moved and when one side cupped my breast I was convinced it was Draven’s doing. Where was I?

  “Draven!” I called out but my voice echoed like I was somewhere else. It bounced off walls that weren’t there and came back to me. I tried again.

  “Draven, where are you?” I called out but once again it didn’t come from my mouth, it came from a memory I couldn’t see. I held my hands up to my throat but found other hands already there waiting for me. They weren’t my own. I turned quickly but found no face to blame. I wished I could just relax into this dream world but my uncertainty wouldn’t let me. I started to feel cold and held my arms with my hands. I felt safer hugging myself but not safe enough. I started to feel a presence close by but not a soul, apart from mine, was in this golden circle. I looked around more closely trying to study my surroundings.

  There was a dark forest that acted like bars of a cage, edged around the sides that blocked any other view beyond. The trees seemed to sway from side to side like they were caught in a secret storm I couldn’t see. The white sheet had pulled in tighter forming its self around me like a second skin. It tingled under the sun and sparkled as though wet. I lifted the ends that skirted around my legs and held it to my face to find that it was wet. It smelled like blossoming lilies and felt like it was made from their petals.

  “Why am I here?” I asked out loud to no one but I was answered by a whisper that came flowing out from deep within the deadly looking forest.

  “Because I want you!” It wasn’t a voice I recognised and made me shudder from the possessive tone from which it spoke.

  “Am I dreaming?” I asked nervously while holding myself.

  “You are.” The voice made me jump as this time it came from close behind my ear. I could feel a large body behind me and I instantly relaxed as I knew it to be Draven. I felt his large hands rest on my shoulders and his fingers curled up to hold my neck.

  “Why am here if I’m asleep?”

  “Because I can control your dreams.” Once again the answer blew into my neck, covering me in a calm haze. I felt my tensed muscles lose tension and I lowered my body slightly.

  “Why would you want to?” I asked, feeling like a child.

  “You ask a lot of questions don’t you?” His deep voice held humour which I found strange. It felt different to how I imagined it would. I don’t know why but something deep inside was trying to tell me something was wrong. Hands then tensed around my neck into a hold before a more urgent voice spoke.

  “Don’t listen. Just hear my voice, take it in and do as I say,... yes....say yes to me.” I was slipping away to somewhere I knew I would most certainly be lost. It felt like I was drunk but at the moment you say to yourself “You’re drunk!” I knew it was wrong whatever it was but I couldn’t stop myself from saying

  “Yes!” causing his hands to relax.

  “Good. Do you like it here Keira?” His hands ran down to my sides because my body started to sway. I was drifting further down and could only nod my answer.

  “Would you like to stay here, here with me....forever?” It was such a seductive voice that there wasn’t one fibre in my body that could have said no. I truly wanted to stay. I wanted these arms to remain around me till the end of time. Keeping me safe from everyone who wanted to hurt me. My mind flashed back to Morgan and my prison. My concrete cell that was a basement in Hell. I saw myself being touched by unwelcomed hands as they roamed my body, invading my soul with venomous thoughts. I saw myself crying in my sleep as I pretended it to be in my dreams but deep down I knew it was real, I knew it was happening, that’s why I cried. After these visions stopped the arms that held me pulled me closer into a deep cage of muscle and bone.

  “I would never let anyone hurt you...Never!” He said in anger and I had never believed in a voice with so much certainty before this moment...even if it was all a dream.

  “Oh Draven,” I said softly finding words one last time before I gave myself to this place forever.

  “I’m sorry Keira....... but not even he can get to you here!”

  That’s when I cried and crumbled to the floor despite the arms around me. My legs folded underneath me and I felt his body do the same. I cried out at him

  “NO... NO,...PLEASE.... NO!” I turned to face the man and without looking, through fear, I pounded my fists against a huge chest of pale muscle.

  “You can’t take me! I want to go back...please let me go.” I pleaded with the man in between sobs. He lent his head down to rest on mine and soothed back my hair that was flowing wildly in the wind. I looked up to see his blond hair doing the same but the colour was darkened by the now stormy skies. It was like the Gods had turned angry and had taken away the sun as punishment.

  He waited for me to calm and then whispered down into my ear.

  “It is too late for that now...far too late. Even your dreams are not safe from me. You will be mine Keira....you will be mine and soon!” With that I finally looked up to find Lucius staring down at me with eyes filled with blood. Red tears ran down his cheeks and landed on my hair, making the contrast scream out. They weren’t just filled with blood, but they looked as though made of blood. The irises were flamed and licking out at the deep veined liquid that made every living thing possible.

  His blood was on fire.

>   I screamed out and used every last shred of strength I had to pull my mind back to my own control. I thought of Draven and the love we had shared not long ago. I thought of the waves of pleasure he caused me to feel. Then I saw us both, locked in each other’s bodies, bound so tight we looked like one. Everything in sync, the way we moved, every breath, every scream. There was no greater force than ours making love and this is what brought me back, it was what freed me from my own dreams, the ones Lucius held in his hands.

  I bolted up with a start and felt Draven shift quickly next to me.

  “Keira, what’s wrong?” His worried voice made me smile. I was just so happy to be back that I turned quickly and threw myself into him. He was caught off guard but he held me securely like he knew how much I needed it. He gave me a minute like this before asking me again.

  “I’m fine, just a bad dream.” I said knowing I should be telling him about it but for some reason I couldn’t let it out. Why did this keep happening? Why could I never speak about it? As soon as these thoughts entered my mind it started to shut down. I started losing the questions, like losing a thread on a knitted sweater. Like it was being pulled so quickly it started to disappear until there was nothing left to hold on to.

  “Are you alright? Tell me about it!” Draven pressed for an answer I couldn’t give, so I lied.

  “I can’t really remember it now, let’s just forget about it. How long was I asleep anyway?” I asked trying to dodge anymore questions. Draven looked unconvinced but let it go anyway.

  “Only minutes, you passed out on me...I was worried I went too far.” He looked like he did when he was guilty but I smiled back at him.

  “No, you didn’t. You can never go too far.” This is when his guilty looked turned to steel. He frowned and pulled me close, holding my head the way Lucius had done in my dream. I tried not to shudder but I couldn’t help it, thankfully Draven took it for a chill and covered me up with the blanket.