Into the Azure: A Fantasy Bad Boy Romance

by Kylie Silverstone

  I felt him run his massive hands over the back of my body before he lifted me up by my thighs and placed me on the table, knocking cups over and sending a fine dish shattering to the ground. The cold, smooth surface of the table felt frigid against my bare skin. The King placed his hands on my shoulders and tried to steady me. I held my arms tightly behind me, trying to draw him in more, wanting his touch. He lifted his hands to my face and forced me to look at him. His face was nothing short of beautiful, a picture of perfection against a picturesque background.

  “My child,” He whispered, his voice sending a long chill down my spine and making my stomach turn.

  “If my guard is not taking care of my head mistress properly, this is something I must know and something you must tell me. I adore my head guard, and think of him almost as a brother of mine, but do you remember what I told you when you first set foot in my kingdom?”

  He looked at me nodding his head, waiting for the answer, when all I could really remember from that day was the way I had felt underneath his hands. His soft touch as he dried off my tender, fragrant skin. I remembered the way he had spoken to me, but not his words. I remembered his voice, but not what was coming out of his mouth. I remembered the Queen as she caught us in a moment of almost unstoppable passion, the way her scepter had felt as it gashed a hole in the side of my head. I remembered how I hated her, how I had wished for her to die immediately upon meeting her. I thought of the way she had almost sung to my King before almost knocking the head off my shoulders, how she had nearly cast a spell on him with her voice, how her siren song had transfixed him. I remembered the ball of poison she kept around her neck, and how I had hoped that it would fall into a drink of hers.

  But, in that moment, I did not remember his words.

  I gazed deep into my Kings eyes and shook my head unknowingly. He looked at the floor and sighed, my heart dropping as I felt his disappointment with me sink into the pit of my stomach. He grabbed at the side of my face and looked at me again, his eyes now wide and kind, like the King I knew, like the King I had met. Like the King I had fallen in love with.

  “My child,” He started, his voice now soft and understanding, “What I said was is that I must have zero margin for error in my kingdom, and that it was up to you, and solely you to keep thing like this,” He picked up the hem of my dress and shoved it into my face, exposing my bare legs, “to happen, you must know better and I do trust you, but this must never happen again.”

  He placed my dress down over my thighs, slightly touching my tender skin with his gloved hand. I saw him stare down at my bare skin and he paused for a second, letting his fingers linger right along my most tender parts. I quivered and moved myself forward ever so slightly, wanting his touch, needing his hands on my body.

  He stood there hovering over me, looking at my body with an inquisitive look on his face, as if he were trying to understand what to do with me next. He finally took his gaze off of my legs and lifted it back to my eyes. My breathing was shaky as I stared at him, this masterpiece, my King.

  “You know,” He stared, placing his hands on either side of me and leaning in, “the Queen does not hate you.”

  I chuckled to myself and almost rolled my eyes at his words.

  “She does not,” he said insistently, “She just happened upon us when we were together and it made her mad with jealousy. It is not easy being with a powerful King and growing old, especially when you have all of these young human women coming into your castle and bathing in your house.” He moved his massive hand over my thighs, his touch hot on my skin. I swallowed deeply and tried to hold onto his every word, tried to simply process what exactly it was that he was saying to me. I wanted to hold onto this moment forever, his smooth hands touching me, face so close to mine I could fee his breath on my skin.

  “And you, my little darling, are just about the most precious thing in my entire kingdom,” He said, rasping into my ear.

  I felt his gloved hand move up my legs and between my thighs. He moved his hand slowly up and began caressing the lining of my cotton panties. I began panting with desire, my blood turning to sheer lava in my veins as he neared my most sensitive parts.

  “You do promise to be a good slave girl from now on, don’t you?” His leather hand slid under my panties and caressed my sensitive mound, quivering to be touched by him.

  I spread my legs and leaned back, placing my hands around his neck. I looked down at his groin and could see his massive, throbbing manhood pulsating against his tight, leather uniform. I almost gasped when I saw his length. Before I could get the breath out of my mouth he had me pinned against the hard wooden table. In one swoop of his hand he ripped my panties clean off my body as if they were made of paper. He pressed harder down onto my, pushing in my chest with his heavy hands as he unzipped his uniform and revealed himself to me.

  “My King,” I nearly screamed before he covered my mouth with his hand and lifted a single finger to his face, telling me to be silent.

  I nodded with his hand still over my mouth. I tried not to scream, tried not a wail out in ecstasy as he parted my tender lips and thrust his mass into me. I fell back against the table, grabbing at the edges of it so hard I was sure my fingers were going to break. He thrust into me with a force that was almost shattering.I felt my body go numb with pleasure as he filled every inch of me, the table rocking beneath us, send plates and cups shattering to the stone floor.

  I felt him begin to throb inside of me and I felt my hips begin to pulsate, wanting to finish with him in unison. I shoved my hips into him, trying to take him all in, not wanting one inch of his to escape me. I felt the rush of orgasm flow though my body as I sat up and grabbed at his back. He picked me up off the table and held me tight under my bare ass. I tensed as I felt him explode inside of me. I felt my body tremble like an earthquake as I released my pleasure onto him, both of our cum mixing together inside of me, leaving me feeling warm and full.

  Chapter 4

  I squeezed at his shoulders as he placed me back down onto the table and pulled himself out of me, leaving me with a sudden empty feeling, all I wanted was more of him. I could have stayed locked in our passionate embrace forever.

  He steadied himself against the wooden table and pulled his still throbbing cock back into his tight leather suit. Sweat dripped down his brow as he gathered his thoughts, I laid on the table and felt our juices flowing out of me. In that moment, I could not help but feel absolute elation as to what I had just done. It felt as if I had just found what I had been searching for my entire life. I had no thoughts of home or the guard, just sheer pleasure.

  He looked at me, still panting as a wide grin spread across his face. He pulled me up off of my back and kissed me hard on the lips. I touched the sides of his soft face, wanting to never let him go, wanting to stay locked to him. He pulled away from me and smiled.

  “My darling” He gasped, his voice still out of breath, “It would be best if no one in the kingdom knew of our fondness for each other.”

  I felt my heart sink as he uttered those words. I knew he wanted me, I knew that he wanted ONLY ME. I held back the tears as he kissed both of my hands and then ran his hand down my face.

  “There, there, this is no reason for my beautiful one to cry, we will meet again,” he leaned his head down and kissed both of my hands again.

  He slowly lifted himself up and stood tall in front of me. He patted his hand against my cheek and then walked out of the room, pausing by the door to give me one last look. He looked me up and down, inspecting every inch of my shaking body and then slipped out the door, closing it quietly behind him.

  I feel back against the table and threw my arms over my head. What the fuck just happened? I questioned myself. Before then I had many sexual adventures, but nothing that felt the way he did. He felt like absolute perfection against my body, I could still smell his leather suit against my skin.

  I laid there for what seemed like an infinity before I heard someone walking dow
n the hallway. I jumped off of the table and adjusted my dress, not wanting anyone to know what had just happened. I looked to the ground and saw my ripped panties laying on the floor, I hurried and grabbed them, shoving the cloth into my pocket.

  I listened as the footsteps neared and then passed the door and I breathed a deep sigh of relief. I touched my most sensitive parts and could still feel him oozing out of me. Through the window I heard his voice shouting commands at the guards. His tone, as always full of strength and defiance. I rushed to the window and gazed out from the side, not wanting to be seen. I saw him as he marched across the courtyard and towards his carriage, his head held high, looking regal like the King that he was. Then following him was a figure that made my heart turn sour; the long emaciated form of the Queen, rushing at his boot heels.

  I clenched the stone windowsill and I felt my heart turn black and my blood to ice. He took her by her bony hand as one of the guards opened the carriage door. He led her into the cabin, slightly bowing his head as her bony frame crawled inside. My stomach turned and I began shaking with rage.

  It should have been me with him.

  I should be by his side.

  I swallowed deeply as the carriage took off and disappeared underneath the covered bridge. I clenched my fists as I closed my eyes and made my fateful vow; I was the Kings, and I was going to do everything in my power to make him mine.

  Chapter 5

  I laid curled into a ball on my bed for what seemed like an eternity, listening to her breathing and maddened by how she had obviously not found my beds comfortable enough for her. She just always had this assumption that she was entitled to absolute comfort all the time, “Only the best for Izzy” had been my nickname for her since high school, and she was even living up to that nickname in a different dimension.

  Who did she think she was? Bathing in the Queens quarters? Dressing herself in fine silks and velvet? Rushing out to try to save the mutant, slave girl? Then coming back into my house and tossing and turning in your bed like it wasn’t good enough for you? She had no idea where she actually was, or who these people were. The kind of power they held, and how they would dispose of it at their own free will. I wasn’t sure what king of spell she had cast over the prince on that fateful day, but whatever she had done, he had fallen for it hook line and sinker.

  I chuckled to myself as I grasped my pillow tighter and thought of how profoundly stupid she had been. Sure, maybe she had caught the Prince’s eye, but that didn’t mean anything in this kingdom. The poor prince, I thought to myself, chuckling again. What a fool he must be, he must have been almost as thick skulled as my Neanderthal lover, the guard. What a sad place this will be when he’s king, I thought, a slow smile spreading across my face with the mere thought of such a worm of an Azurian trying to control this land like my King.

  This place would eat both Izzy and her prince alive.

  I closed my eyes and watched the static on my heavy lids play before me like a light show. I could still feel the heat from my anger pulsating through my body as I tried to slow my breathing and concentrate on something that was not the sound of Izzy’s labored breath. I still could not believe she had treated me in such a manner that day. Her questioning, the way she was flipping her hair in the courtyard. She indeed felt very proud of herself.

  I lay laid there in bed with the image of her floating across the stone ground of the courtyard like she herself was royalty and I felt myself becoming angry again. But, suddenly it hit me; This was the first, and probably the only time anyone had ever really paid any attention to Izzy in the first place. Our entire lives I had always been picking up the slack in our social relationships, and forget about going out. I was always the one who had to keep the conversation going between us, always the one who had to come up with the ideas as to where we were going that night, who we were hanging out with, everything I always had to do. I practically had to drag her out of the shit hole apartment of hers on more than a few occasions. Even when we did go out she would just sit there with this look of absolute boredom on her face the entire time, looking completely unapproachable. I swear on every star in the Azure that she still would have been a virgin to this day f I had not hooked he up with Bobby Richmond in the 11th grade, and even then when I asked him how it was the next day all he could say was.

  “Oh, man, well, that Izzy sure is a smart girl. Um- she’s uh, really, really nice!”

  He said this while nervously touching the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact with me before the bell rang and he shot down the hallway like a bat out of hell. When I had questioned Izzy about it she had barley even looked up from her book to answer me.

  “It was OK I guess; boys are so clumsy; I guess maybe he just wasn’t ready.”

  She sat there and returned to her book and stirred her tea. I remember that my jaw almost dropped to the ground. Did she have no fire in her? Was blood not pumping through her veins. Even when one of the biggest milestones happened in her life she could just shrug it off and then return back to her book. Sometimes I had wondered if she had any passion in her at all.

  I turned over in my bed and looked at her through the darkness of our room. The moonlight was pouring through the window and the smoldering, crimson embers from the fire provided me with just enough light to see the outline of the best friends’ body. I could see her bare chest moving up and down slowly with the labored breath of her slumber, I could see her tasseled red hair laying off the side of her mattress, auburn in the moonlight.

  “You have the emotional depth of a bird bath, don’t you Izzy?” I whispered in the softest tone I could.

  I have to admit that in that moment, I did feel genuinely bad for her. The Prince, for reasons unknown to me had taken a liking to her, and this was probably the most exciting thing that was ever going to happen to her in her entire little life. No one ever treated her special, or fawned over her. I was always me the boys flocked to.

  I sighed deeply as I continued staring at my sleeping friend. I must have made her life hard, I thought. It must have broken her heart to watch her best friend be able to get any guy she ever wanted, while she faded into the background like beige wallpaper. I shouldn’t be so angry with her, I told myself. Let her have her dress and her fine bath, because whatever charade she had put on for the Prince was bound to fail.

  In no time she would be wearing the same dirty linens as my slave girls and I would have to order her around, that same way I did them. Let her have her moment in the spotlight, I told myself, now smiling at her as I pulled my pillow in closely to me. Let her just have this one taste of what real adoration feels like, because I knew it was about to vanish before her very eyes and I knew that I was going to have to be there for her. I would be the branch that she grabbed onto before hitting rock bottom, as I always was. I was always the strong one.

  I stared off at her then turned my head and fixed my gaze onto the embers of the fireplace. The coals hissed and crackled as they died out, I stared deeply into them almost transfixed until I began to feel my eyelids getting heavy. I blinked a few times and then closed them all together.

  “Don’t worry Iz,” I whispered, my voice as quiet as the hissing embers, “You’ll learn soon, sweetheart, you’ll learn your place soon.”

  I felt myself begin to become light with slumber as I was drifting off to sleep when I heard a soft tapping at my window. I shot up in bed and rubbed my eyes, trying to get them to adjust to the darkness. I peered out my window and saw the dark figure of a hand waving, the deep blue moonlight illuminating his shape. I narrowed my eyes until his outline came into forces; it was my guard.

  “What the hell could he want at this time of night?” I whispered to myself as I threw the blankets off of me, grabbed my linen dress from the post of my bed frame and pulled it over my head. I reached around in the darkness trying to find my she when I heard Izzy sit up in bed. Oh god, I hissed in my own mind, just stay asleep Izzy, this doesn’t concern you.

  I sat on the ed
ge of my bed as I pulled on my shoes, I looked up and could see Izzy sitting up in her bed. She was rubbing her eyes and looking at the window with a puzzled look on her face. She grabbed at her blankets and pulled them over her bare chest when she realized who it was and then looked over at me, her eyes full of confusion.

  “Ev-Eva,” she shuddered, sounding like an invalid,” There’s someone at the window.” She pointed her shaking hand towards the window and my guard continued to wave, looking like one of those automatic Christmas toys you see in store windows.

  “Well I know that Iz-“I stopped myself. My voice sounded harsh and venomous, like I was ready to jump down her throat at the drop of a hat. Her voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Taking a deep breath, I remembered what I had told myself. Just let her have her time in the spotlight, it’s not going to last long so just let her have this little bit of time to think she is special before it is ripped away from her. Be nice Eva. I took a deep breath and walked over to her bedside.

  She looked up at me and I reached my hand out and placed it on her face. I sat down on the edge of her bed while she looked back and forth between the guard and me. I moved my thumb in a circular motion around her cheek trying to calm her. She still smelled of roses for her bath that afternoon and her skin soft, like the velvet of her dress underneath my finger.

  I pulled her head towards mine and away from the window. I could see her bright green eyes flashing with fear as she stared at me. I pulled my lips to the side of my head, trying to side at her with sincerity instead of the maliciousness I felt boiling at the pit of my heart. I could feel her skin trembling as I touched her face. A sudden surge of power flowed through me as I held her scared in my hands. She shook the way the mutant slave girl did when I would touch her. Trembling, scared, and at my mercy, like a wind animal that lays in the hunter arm. Total power.