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The ceremony commenced later as she had earlier been informed with her seated on the huge round bed in the bedroom.
She was kind of regretted it.
But she was unable to bring herself to leave the room and be fed with all of his coquette actions and words.
She pranced around the room, thinking of -or rather trying not to think of- everything else but him and failing woefully in flying colours.
Oh what a phrase to describe her torturous predicament!
Well, she had to let it go for it was fast becoming a bother to her.
She needed to rest.
But she could not do so if she was kept pacing round the huge bedroom, plagued solely by the thoughts of him.
She decided that she would have a cold shower and go to sleep.
That was most surely the best way to be rid of every single thought of that mannerless asshole.
Meanwhile, at the Royal Pavilion, the emperor obviously kept glancing to the spot that had been reserved for his distinguished guest, the Lady Rose.
He knew that she wasn't going to come to the ceremony in the innermost part of his mind, yet he dared to hope, still expecting her.
He wondered if she was in his study room, venting out loud or in the library trying to pick a book to be distracted off thoughts of him.
Or perhaps she was just lying in their huge round bed, sulking like a cute little child.
Oh, she was always adorable when she did that and more so when she flung the things on his mahogany writing table to the ground to at least get a reaction from him, piss him off.
Fuck!
As if he could ever be pissed at her for that.
He only found the childish action hilarious and quite entertaining.
He smiled ever so slightly at the thought then brought his wandering mind back from its wendy to the present.
The sparring competition between the seven ladies to entertain the guests present was just beginning.
And he needed to be completely focused on it.
He needed to be alert and observant at this point.
The referee announced the first pair of contestant.
It was none other than the Aquariana, Genevieve of the Aqua territory and Miss Jocasta Shield of the War Dukedom.
The fight was heated with Genevieve emerging winner after a short tense while.
Colonial princess Nicolette of the Rainbow Colony and Princess Helen Thor of the Iron Kingdom went head to head until Helen emerged winner.
He could tell without being told that Nicolette had gone easy on her opponent.
He knew that trick.
The cunny lady was trying to hide her potential until the main competition.
She must be doing that so that she could shock her opponents when the time came to do so.
She was a wise little thing, for being caught off guard always seemed to work, especially on the female gender.
Princess Melanie of the Verking Clan and Crown Princess Zoë of the Xing Kingdom went into the rimg next with Zoë toppling Melanie in mere seconds.
Princess Zoë was a powerful Xing warrior, no doubt.
He knew that for she had once been his worthy opponent in a friendly spar.
Princess Hera-Mera had been omitted in the pairing because she was from the head of the clans and hadn't a partner -he knew that it was all a big fat lie.
They all did.
It had been done that way because she was known to be the strongest of all the ladies.
He totally agreed with that.
Hera-Mera was an extremely destructive warrior when she was pushed to her limits.
The second round of the sparring competition began with the four winnings candidates left.
They were the princesses Genevieve, Helen, Zoë and of course Hera-Mera.
Genevieve and Zoë sparred first with Zoë emerging winner.
Hera-Mera and Helen's was much too swift to be enjoyed.
Then, Zoë and Hera-Mera came neck to neck.
The Royal Pavilion was as silent as a graveyard the moment it began.
Everyone was entranced at the intense fight.
It took nearly twenty minutes before Hera-Mera found an opening and lanced Zoë with brute force, lunging at her and knocking her off her feet.
She had her wooden sword pointed at Zoë the instant the lady tried to stand to her feet.
The crowd cheered as the overall winner had emerged and the fierce match had finally ended.
This was quickly followed by the archery contest, one in which Jocasta awed the crowd with her archery skills.
She was good but only when she concentrated hard enough.
If she was an archer on the battlefield, she would be dead few seconds into the battle.
Nicolette was extremely good at knife throwing.
Melanie was especially good at sword dancing.
Fighting with a sword and dancing with a sword were poles apart, completely different and challenging.
Genevieve then graced their eyes with her wonderful rope walking and agility skills.
She was light on her feet, too nibble.
Helen was good at magic and sorcery, making fireballs and coloured lights to entertain them.
A huge applause followed her performance.
Zoë was not left it as she had amazing crystal tuning skills.
The shining stones vibrating with each of the notes that she hit.
She had the perfect pitch and a beautiful frequency.
Then, Hera-Mera came up.
She was ever the last to grace the stage because of the unnecessary attention she tended to draw each time she appeared.
She was always overshadowing those coming after her.
She left many of the spectators who had never seen her in action speechless with her summoning and command of dragons.
She had summoned and rode a dragon, flying through the sky proudly with the beast.
It was no strange thing, a Dracon commanding a dragon.
After all, that was the secret of their kingdom.
Yet, it was very hard to find anyone who would be just as good as Hera-Mera.
The event was altogether fascinating and enjoyable, titillating to a certain extent.
Despite all that, he still found himself glancing to her empty spot over and over again, unable to rid himself of thoughts of her, missing her desperately.
He wished badly that she were there, with him.
He had let her off.
And now, he was quickly beginning to regret doing so for he needed her at his side at all times.
He wished he could leave and go to her, but he doubted that she wanted to see him at that very moment.
He must be the lest of her worried at that time because he was sure that he had done something to offend her.
But what it was, he had no idea whatsoever.
After all that, dusk had come leaving the gloaming behind, they all headed to the nearby Royal banquet hall which was called the Great Feast hall.
It was located in his extremely large palace territory.
The Emperor had prepared dinner for his guests along with lots of music, liquor and other entertainment.
Among his guests was the Little Prince and the three elders who had arrived before.
They were Master Kolso, Sorceress Zuera and Miss Cieya.
There was also the Seven clan leaders, the cabinet members with the seven Empress candidates and the Empress dowager herself.
The party was at its peak with him there and totally absent minded, thinking of a lot of things when a distraction came abruptly.
It was in the form of a high pitched and distressed voice.
They all turned to it, everyone of them.
'My Lady! My Lady!'
It was Xiera's voice.
All heads turned in the direction of the distressed voice.
'My Lady you can not walk around like that!' she kept repeating as her Lady struggled with her, advancing, into the hall.
The Emperor instantly sat straight in his throne, his eyes dilating as they fixed on her, Rose.
Everyone was watching them quizzically.
'My Lady! Do not be like this!' Xiera pleaded as the lady shook her off.
It was obvious that the warrior, her aide was worn out from following her around and obviously trying to stop her from running around.
On the other hand, her Lady looked absolutely alright and full of excess energy.
The warrior was saved out of her dilemma by the emperor who stood and swiftly went to them to stop the lady.
Her piercing eyes lit up brightly the moment she spied his advancing figure.
And of course she leaped, towards him rather happily.
He caught her in his arms without as much as a small stagger despite her obvious weight, his arms strong around her waist.
The guests began to murmur around him.
Choruses rang out behind.
Who is that woman?
The Emperor has a woman?
Those came from all corners of the gathering.
'What happened?' he asked Xiera in a low voice holding unto the woman carefully, suspecting her drunk and totally out of it.
The warrior came closer to him and answered him in an equally low voice to protect her Lady's reputation.
'I am very sorry My Lord,' she quickly apologized to him.
He furrowed his brows at her.
'She was in the bath and then she suddenly became like this I swear. I tried to get her dressed but I couldn't keep up with her. She is too strong for me."
She narrated all of this in a distressed voice that gave away the fact that she felt as if she was in top notch trouble because of her Lady.
First and foremost, her Lady was improperly dressed.
Infact, she was barely dressed.
She was draped in only one of the Emperor's white shirt.
He nodded at Xiera with a sigh and then set the ox-blood haired Lady on her own feet.
She groaned her protest the instant he did so.
"Why?" She murmured in a drawl, sounding inebriated.
'Mine?' he said to her.
She raised her head then and smiled, looking steadily at him.
He noticed then that her eyes were the same colour with her hair, oxblood.
His eyes widened.
His heart palpitated madly in his chest at the realization that she wasn't drunk.
'Izhxel,' she murmured coming closer to him, nuzzling.
He groaned inwardly.
Why on earth did it have to be now of all times?
He prayed to the creator to please grant her self control lest she did something stupid.
He turned to Xiera as he took off his black royal cape, wrapping it around her fairly clad form.
'Have Hyeera prepare a cold bath for your Lady,' he instructed.
'A cold bath?' Xiera asked surprised.
The weather was kind of chilly for such and her lady might catch a nasty cold if such is done.
'Yes Xiera, as cold as possible,' he snapped impatiently at her.
Xiera stepped back, swallowing hard at his tone.
He was completely not in the mood to entertain objections or suggestions.
'Yes My Lord, I shall do so,' the warrior nodded to him with a small bow of respect.
'Leave us! Go ahead and do so,' he ordered as the lady went on her tippy toes to enable her to inhale his scent properly, placing her lips on the skin of his neck.
A warm sensation spread through his body from the spot.
He swallowed and gently pushed her away from the spot.
It took all his self control to hold back a groan of frustration.
'Yes My Lord,' she said again with a bow before she turned and began to leave.
He nearly snapped again.
But he was stopped by his own slight but inaudible groan that stemmed from the gesture of the lady in his arms.
She was back to the spot.
Her teeth had grazed his neck slowly, purposefully, sensually.
It alerted him that he had to keep her at bay lest something insane happened in the hall full of people that were earnestly searching for fodder for gossip.
He decided on a temporary solution for her teeth prodding.
He bit his tongue hard till he tasted his own blood.
Then, he drew her as close to him as possible and kissed her.
And around him shocked gasps followed the action.
He ignored the sounds except the one that she made.
She whimpered in abrupt pleasure the moment she tasted his saliva mixed with his blood.
The murmurs increased as he released her mouth.
She looked up at him, staring at him like a piece of beef, hungrily.
'More,' she whispered.
'Wait a little my sweet, just a little,' he urged as he lifted her into his arms, carrying her like a child.
She rested her head on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist.
He held her by the buttocks, balancing her body properly on him and making sure to cover her properly with the black cape.
Then, he made his way to the exit alongside Cora, his aide coming just behind him.
He knew that the Little Prince would play host in his stead without being told to do so.
He carried her out of the hall to his horse.
It was a rather short distance.
He placed her atop the horse.
She made a protesting sound at the disconnection with his body, trying to be clingy.
'No, no,' she said.
'Don't be like this Mine,' he chided. 'I can't mount the horse with you in my arms. Now let me, please?' he coaxed her gently.
She whined as she let go of him.
He mounted the horse then, coming behind her in a moment.
He rode round to the back of the main manor, the other entrance that led straight to his quarters, the left wing.
He dismounted when they arrived, taking her with him.
'Shall I follow you my Lord?' Cora asked when they arrived at the huge iron door.
He contemplated her request for a while.
'Well Cora, if it shall not make you uncomfortable to do so, then you can do so,' he told her.
'It shall not do so My Lord,' she assured her Lord who nodded.
They moved on, going down the corridors to the stairs.
'Izhxel,' she suddenly said in an uneasy voice. 'More, more, please,' she pleaded with him.
'Hold on my sweet,' he said as she went back to his neck.
He felt her teeth on his skin again, this time with the intent to bite.
The gesture made his blood boil. He bit his tongue hard to stifle a groan of pleasure.
He set her down and backed her against the wall.
Then, his lips met hers.
Hot but awry sensations burst at the impact of their lips, running through both.
She moaned softly as molten magma flowed through her, from her speech orifice to her core.
She felt it, warm and liquid, seeping out of her and running down the inside of her thighs.
His head was clouded with her soft moans, urging him onwards as he kissed her senseless, till she was thoroughly out of breath.
She replied the kiss with the same avid passion.
Cora instantly backed them sensibly in order to allow them the privacy to do their thing.
'Do not bite me,' he said to her the moment his lips left hers.
The well lit corridors allowed him to clearly see her bare her elongated teeth, now fangs.
She was certainly bloodthirsty.
'Hmmm,' she answered with a half hearted nod.
Her body was on fire, weak with all of the feelings bombarding her from every side.
'Good,' he commended her as he carried her up the stairs.
She began to nuzzle him again, obviously unsatisfied.
'Stop,' he told her.
She moaned a protest but docilely listened to him.
'Hush now, be patient.'
They soon reached the end of the stairs.
He walked down the short corridor that led into the main corridors which took him into the living room of the left wing.
Peter, his butler was there to receive him.
'My Lord,' he said paying obeisance to the Emperor.
'Is everything ready?' he asked Peter after acknowledging his greetings with a nod.
'I have prepared everything My Lord,' Peter assured him.
'Thank you Peter,' he said.
'It is nothing My Lord,' Peter said to him with a smile.
'Cora see to it that my guests have closure,' he said, turning to her.
She stepped forward.
'Don't abandon Little to my duties,' he asked of her.
'Consider it done My Lord,' she said with so much confidence.
'Peter, I am leaving the rest into your capable hands, you and Cora and the Third Prince.
'Yes My Lord,' both Peter and Cora chorused with a bow.
He turned away towards the direction of the bedroom.
She moaned as he did so, in pain and certainly not delight.
'Izhxel,' she said at that moment, her words sounding like a plea.
He stared down at her facial features, contorted.
She needed him, badly.
'Wait my sweet Rose, I shall soon alleviate your pain,' he told her almost at the bedroom.
'But,' she stammered, 'I can not stand it anymore,' she complained as he reached the bedroom door.
Hyeera was there.
She paid obeisance to him.
'Everything is done my Lord. I shall take my leave. Goodnight to you My Lord,' she wished leaving the bedroom door ajar.
'Thank you Hyeera and goodnight to you too.'
He took her into the bedroom and shut the door with his feet.
The entire space smelt of coconut and lemon because of the scented pouches hanging around, courtesy of Hyeera.
It helped in calming the Lady down. She relaxed a bit as the lovely scent soothed her.
'It burns Izhxel, it really does hurts,' she said with a whimper.
He set her down and took off the shirt.
She was wearing no breast covering, just panties.
He took them off, stripping her completely.
He bared himself next, keeping his lower body covered.
He thought for a moment while imternally contemplating the importance of a bath.
He decided to do so.
He simply began to take off his clothes completely.
But on an after thought, he halted and then simply carried her into the bathroom.
'This will help,' he said to her. 'Besides I need to be clean.'
She said nothing as he climbed into the large tub and immersed them both.
She sighed as the cold water soothed her body which was filled with huge internal heat.
She clung to him and kissed him then, heatedly.
'Izhxel, Izhxel, Izhxel,' she murmured repeatedly.
He gave into that passion calling out to him, kissing her back.
He drew her closer, causing her full naked breasts to press firmly against his chest.
The wetness of their bodies instantly heightened the pleasure of their sweet frottage.
He explored inside of her mouth with his tongue while his fingers explored her body.
He had totally missed this.
He had missed her, missed this passionate side of her.
She slithered up and down his body, using her hands around his neck as a lever to do so.
The water from the bath aided such movement acting as a good and smooth lubricant, making him hard as marble.
'Mine, you will always be mine,' he said to her when he raised his head. She stared at him.
'I am Izhxel, I am yours,' she murmured an assurance as she went on to nuzzle his neck.
He grunted softly and instantly closed those eyes that were smouldered with intense desire.
'Shall I?' she said to him, 'Shall I?' she asked again.
Heat swallowed them whole as she inhaled his scent, finding the perfect spot on his neck.
'Yes, yes go on,' he urged her.
He was prepared both mentally and physically when she sank her fangs deep into his neck.
His dark eyes turned silver, shiny like molten metal.
Desire, passion, love and other stronger emotions bound them in that instant, circumambient.
It was cocooning them in a bright whirl of oxblood.
...OmaPhinaPhire
GLOSSARY
* IZHXEL: THE EMPEROR'S DEMON NAME
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