by B. B. Hamel
I wasn’t entirely truthful with Mila when I first brought her down to the lake. I said that nobody really knows what it was used for, but that’s not entirely true. The royal family knows, or at least we have a very good idea.
The lake was a religious and ceremonial place. Many thousands of years ago, they used to sacrifice great warriors to their gods in that lake. They’d drown the man until he stopped kicking, and then they’d try to bring him back by breathing air into his lungs. If he survived, he became a holy man. If he remained dead, he was simply a sacrifice to their old gods.
We don’t drown people down at the lake anymore. But we have our own rituals, a little more modern, yet still rooted in the deep past.
The elevator stops at the bottom and the doors slide open. The room is dark but there’s still that strange glow at the center of the lake, giving everything a pale illumination.
I take Mila’s hand and we walk slowly along the rock path toward the lake. She holds my hand more tightly, almost as if she were afraid. I glance back at her and smile softly. She doesn’t need to be afraid.
We make it to the edge of the lake. I look at her and slowly sink down to my knees in front of the water. She does the same thing, no words passing between the two of us. I release her hand before reaching slowly into the water with my palms cupped. I scoop up some of the water. I look at Mila and wait.
She hesitates before doing the same thing. I take a deep breath and say the words that I don’t even understand anymore. They’re old words, a prayer to the old gods. When I’m finished, I drink the water from my palms and Mila does the same.
That’s the first part of the ritual. It’s the easy part. I slowly stand, but before Mila can rise, I push her shoulders back down, forcing her to stay on her knees.
“For thousands of years,” I say softly as I unbuckle my belt, “the royal family has brought outsiders down into this place. Do you know what we do down here?”
She shakes her head, her eyes wide.
“It’s a ritual,” I say. “An old ritual. Not the original ritual, but an important one.” I finish with my belt and slowly slide my pants off. I kick them aside before beginning to unbutton my shirt.
“Why am I here?” she asks me.
“Because it’s time,” I say simply. “You want to know Bellestan?” I pull my shirt off and stand before her in nothing but my black boxer briefs, my cock hard as fuck, my heart beating fast. “This is Bellestan.”
I reach forward and gently cup her chin, tilting her head up toward me. She looks at me with her serious eyes and doesn’t look away. My heart is pumping in my chest, and I know this is the right thing to do. I’ve never brought a woman down here, never drank of the water before, never said the words. I never made her kneel in front of me and stare into my eyes, but this is right. I know I need to have this with Mila. I don’t know why, or what’s making this all happen so fast and so strong, but I can’t back away. I need this, and I think she needs it, too.
I slowly move my hand down along her cheek until I grab her hair in my fist. With my other hand, I slide my boxer briefs off, revealing my thick, hard cock.
“Do you accept me, Princess?” I whisper to her, first in Bellestanian, and again in English.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Then show me.”
I press her forward and she opens her mouth, taking my cock between her lips. She lets me slide my thick shaft down into her mouth and throat. I groan as it fills her throat and she gags slightly, but she doesn’t pull back. Her hands reach up as she takes my shaft and slowly she pulls back, her eyes looking up into mine.
I hold her hair tight as she sucks my cock on the shore of the lake. Her lips and tongue work my tip and shaft as she slides up and down, sucking me hard, taking me deep into her throat. She’s so fucking sexy with my thick cock spreading her pretty lips apart, and she sucks me so fucking perfect. I want to come deep into her pretty little throat and makes her swallow every drop, but that’s not how this ritual ends, and I’m not going to fuck this one up.
She works my cock, sucking my tip and jerking my shaft with both hands. I let her work me in the shadow of the cavern as the ancient statues watch. I can feel the power in the space as my cock fills her throat, causing her to gag again. She pulls back, gasping for air, eyes searching up into mine.
I grab her by the hair and pull her to her feet. I turn her and press her up against the closest stone soldier. She puts her hands up, bracing herself as I yank her pajama bottoms off, pressing myself up against her back, pinning her there against the statue. The rock itself weighs twice as much as the two of us combined, so it’s no issue to lean against it.
I reach down between her legs, sliding along her smooth ass, and I find her tight little pussy from behind, dripping wet and aching for me. I slide a finger inside of her as I kiss her neck and cheek from behind. I’m going to fuck her tight little cunt down here and fill her with my cum, make her my Princess for real.
“Last chance to back out,” I whisper. “Before I make you mine.”
“Bran,” she whispers. “I’m afraid.”
“Don’t be afraid.” I smirk against her skin. “I’ll protect you. And you’re going to enjoy this.”
I spin her around and kiss her neck. She moans as she wraps her arms around my neck. I hoist her into the air and she wraps her legs around me. I pin her against the rock and kiss her neck before pulling her shirt off and teasing her breasts with my tongue and lips.
“I want it,” she moans finally. “Please, Bran. I want what only you can give me.”
“You have no clue what I can give you, Princess,” I whisper back. “But I’ll fucking show you.”
I drop her back onto her feet and spin her around again. I spread her legs wide and slowly press my cock against her sweet little ass before sliding myself down to her dripping wet cunt. I push my cock inside of her, sliding deep into her, making her gasp and throw her head back.
I grin and grab her hair as I fill her. She has no fucking clue what she does to me, how her fucking pussy feels wrapped around my cock. She’s like sucking the pleasure from my skin with her tight little cunt, like her pussy is made of honey. I grab her hip with one hand and her hair with the other before sliding myself back out and thrusting deep inside of her.
I slap her ass hard and thrust again, deeper this time, making her take more of me. She’s so tight, she can barely fucking handle my big cock, but I don’t care. I slap her ass again and thrust again, deeper still, sliding in until I’m stretching her out completely. Her hands grasp the stone and moans escape her lips, and I’m out of my mind with fucking desire.
This is the last step in the ritual. I have to fuck her into a frenzy and give her my seed. I have to come inside her tight little pussy and make her scream.
I think I can handle that.
I rock back and thrust again and again, now fucking her faster and deeper. I grab her hair, yanking it back, making her gasp. I kiss her neck and slowly find her mouth as I grind my thick cock deep inside of her, sliding in and out. She wiggles her hips and works her ass along my shaft, sending pleasure rocking through my whole body.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard before as I fuck her tight little cunt deeper and harder. I want to dominate her, destroy her, tear her little pussy into pieces and leave her begging for more before I’m finished with her.
I slap her ass rough then reach around her hip and find her clit. I rub my fingers against her soaking spot as I grind my cock inside of her again, making her go fucking crazy. She throws her head back and moans, working her ass and twisting her hips, sliding along my shaft. She says my name again and again, panting and moaning as I control her. I slide my hands back up her body as I thrust into her, savoring the slap of my skin against her thick ass. I tease her nipples and feel her sweet breasts before taking a fistful of her hair and pulling it back again.
I slam into her like an animal, holding her hair in one hand as I slap her ass with the
other. I’m dominating her, controlling her, fucking her however I want to fuck her. And she’s loving it. Her whole body is tense as I fuck her deeper and rough, not holding anything back.
I suddenly pull out and grab her. I press her down to the ground again, onto her knees, and shove my cock down her throat. I fuck her little face, making her taste her own pussy. Her right hand slides down between her legs as she works her own clit with my cock in between her lips.
“You love the taste of your own pussy, don’t you?” I ask her, pulling her back.
“Yes,” she gasps for air.
“I knew you did, you dirty fucking girl. You’re a slutty little Princess, willing to do anything for her Prince, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I’ll do anything for my Prince. I want to make him happy.”
“That’s right you do, you filthy slut.” I press my cock down her throat again, this time holding her there for a moment before letting her pull back. She takes my cock, covered in her saliva, and jerks my thick shaft. She has to use both hands to cover it all and I groan as she works me, her full breasts pressed together in the cave light.
I push her away and turn her around. This time I keep her on her knees. The ground is soft sandy dirt closer to the water, so I take her there and put her on all fours. I slide my cock deep into her in a single thrust and grab her hair as I rock against her on the edge of the lake.
I slap her ass hard as the sounds of her moans fill the cavern, reflecting off the walls. She’s practically screaming as I fuck her cunt deep and hard, rocking my thick cock between her legs, making her take every single inch. I’m out of my mind with lust and desire, and I know I’m getting close. I’m going to come in her tight pussy from behind. I’m going to fill her up completely.
“Don’t stop,” she says loudly. “Oh fuck, Bran. I’m so close.”
“You’re going to come on my big fat cock, aren’t you?” I grunt at her, pulling her hair.
“Yes,” she gasps, her moans reaching a peak. “Yes, I’m going to come on your big fat royal dick. Keep fucking me, Prince Bran.”
I rock into her pussy, taking her like a goddamn fiend, as her whole body starts to shake and tense. I know she’s coming as she bucks back up against my cock, needing every single inch, needing to come badly.
Her moans and screams as she comes push me over the edge. My grunts mingle with her deep-throated moans as I rock into her, slamming shaft-deep into her pretty pussy. It’s so tight and slick, and I can’t hold back.
I explode deep inside of her, filling her pussy with my cum. She doesn’t stop bucking her hips and riding my rock-hard cock as I dig my fingers into her ass and sides. The orgasm is so intense that for a second, I’m pretty sure I black out as tingling pleasure comes back and takes me over.
Slowly we rock our bodies together as our climaxes finish. I slide myself out of her and wrap my arms around her skin, pulling her close against me. I don’t care that we’re getting dirty in the sandy spot next to the lake, all I want in this moment is so be close to her.
I breathe in the smell of her hair and we listen to the sound of the cave. It’s a strange noise that echoes through the otherwise silence, like the sound of wind whistling through an open window. The water looks absolutely still and motionless, though the depths still glow its strange and otherworldly light.
I feel so good that for a second, I forget all about what happened earlier today. It just doesn’t seem to matter in this moment. I lean down and kiss the top of her head softly and she looks up at me with a smile on her face.
“That was…” she trails off.
“I know,” I say, smirking at her.
“Does every Princess go through that?”
“Yes,” I say. “Something like that, at least.”
“It was strange.” She laughs softly.
“I know,” I admit. “But it’s an old ritual and it’s supposed to be important.”
She gives me a look. “We’re not married now, are we?”
“No,” I say, grinning. “But I know that ritual, too.”
“No thanks,” she says. “Maybe another time.”
I laugh and kiss her again. I don’t know what came over me or why I had to bring her down here for this, but I’m glad I did it.
I wanted to bring her closer to Bellestan’s culture, and nothing is closer than what we just did.
18
Bran
We ride the elevator back up again after getting dressed. It’s well after two in the morning and Mila is clearly getting tired. She stifles a small yawn and looks at me with a little abashed smile.
“You’re allowed to be tired, you know,” I say.
She shrugs a little. “I feel like I was just in some kind of important ceremony. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”
“Well, you were,” I say to her. “But you can just be yourself. It’s over.”
She hesitates for a second. “You aid something down there, before we drank the water. What did that mean?”
I shake my head. “I really don’t know. A lot of the meanings have been lost for us. The Soviets forbade the old religion, and they did everything they could to stamp it out.”
“That’s awful,” she says.
“I wasn’t around for most of that,” I reply, laughing. “But my parents were. They have nothing good to say about Russia.”
“So, what, you just lost all that history?”
“Pretty much.” I sigh, shaking my head. “The Soviets took over a lot of distinct cultures in this region in those days, and the communists didn’t like distinct cultures. They did everything they could to make everyone blend into their system, including destroying whole cultures and histories.”
“How could they do that?” she asks.
“They couldn’t, not entirely, which is why I know that ritual at all. But they did damage.”
“That’s awful.”
I smile at her and kiss her softly as the elevator doors slide open. “Don’t worry,” I say. “We’re surviving. Hell, we’re thriving. Fuck the Soviets.”
“Fuck them,” she says and we laugh together.
We head down the hall until we get back to our room. The guard on duty looks exhausted but he manages to bow as we approach.
“You go on in,” I say to her. “I’m going to go get something to eat.”
“Eat?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “It’s like, two in the morning.”
“I know, but I like to have a little bite after…” I trail off, not wanting to say it in front of the guard.
She rolls her eyes. “Okay, sure.”
I grin at her. “Don’t wait up.”
“I won’t.” She heads back into our room and the door shuts behind her.
I walk off toward the kitchens whistling to myself. Nobody will be working this late, but of course I can get inside and grab something. The royal kitchens are always well stocked so there’s never a shortage of some late-night snack. I know it’s maybe a little silly, but I worked up a damn appetite, and I don’t feel tired just yet.
I get to the kitchen and make myself a sandwich. I pour myself a little glass of whisky, and I eat and drink standing in the middle of the kitchen. There’s an old radio in the corner, and I tune it into some all night talk radio show that’s apparently obsessed with UFOs.
I don’t know why the whole country suddenly seems into conspiracy theories, but maybe it has something to do with Perko’s plan. It doesn’t matter, though. I feel too happy in this moment to really care. I have my whisky, I have my sandwich, and I have a gorgeous Princess waiting back in the room. I don’t think we’re sleeping in the same bed anytime soon, but at least I know I can take her body when I want it, and I definitely am going to be wanting much more of it.
When I’m finished, I head back out down the hall. I have a glass of whisky in one hand and I’m smiling to myself and humming. I feel good, and I’m pretty sure I’ll finally be able to get to sleep.
Just a
s I cross into the royal wing, one of the doors bursts open. I’m startled as a man steps out toward me, a gun raised in my direction.
The whisky saves my life. Almost by instinct, I throw the whisky into the man’s face, splashing the alcohol into his eyes. He’s close enough that I don’t miss, and just as it hits his eyes, he screams and pulls the trigger.
He misses. The bullet screams off across the cavern. I step closer to him and smash the glass down onto his skull, breaking it and splintering the glass into his head and my hand. I grunt with pain and he yells again, bringing the gun up wildly.
I grab at his wrist and shove him back. He grunts and suddenly realizes that he’s losing this fight. I bring my knee up into his groin and I can see the pain register on his face as I do it again and again, my hands on the wrist that’s holding the gun.
He punches me in the gut with his free hand and I grunt. I whip my head back then slam it down into his nose. I hear the bridge crunch and break as I do it again. Dizzy pain washes over me. The man struggles and punches me again, but I don’t let go of his wrist.
There’s more yelling and suddenly several royal guards are surrounding us, yelling at the man to drop the gun.
“Fuck the royals,” he grunts, and lets the gun drop.
“Step back, my Prince,” one of the guards calls. I do as he says and step away from the man. The guards close in to take him, but the man doesn’t let them.
He runs forward and dives into the glass overlooking the cavern. His body smashes against it and it shatters, but he doesn’t fall through. The guards move to grab him, but not fast enough as he manages to crawl up a second time and throw himself over the balcony.
The man screams as he falls to his death hundreds of feet below us.
I stand there, dazed and shocked.
“Are you okay, my Prince?” one of the guards asks.
“Aleks,” I say. “Take me to Aleks.”