Kanha's heart hammered in her chest as she trailed Kaisen through the shadowed corridors, the goblet of wine clutched tightly in her hand. She had slipped a pinch of the potent aphrodisiac into the deep red liquid, knowing full well the fire it would ignite. Time was slipping away; she couldn't let this chance dissolve into the night. Kaisen had stumbled out to the balcony, leaning against the stone railing, his broad shoulders tense as he stared up at the star-scattered sky, willing the alcohol's haze to lift. The cool breeze ruffled his dark hair, but it did nothing to cool the turmoil raging inside him—Mirha's image burned into his mind, her laughter from the hall echoing like a taunt.
Kanha took a steadying breath, her pulse racing with a mix of nerves and resolve. This was her moment, her first time stepping into the unknown, but the ache of unrequited longing pushed her forward. She emerged from the alcove, her footsteps soft on the marble floor. Kaisen startled, whipping around, his hand instinctively dropping to his belt before recognition softened his features. 'Kanha,' he murmured, voice rough from the drinks.
'Hi,' she said, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, her fingers trembling slightly around the goblet.
He straightened, rubbing the back of his neck. 'What are you doing out here? It's late.'
'I... I figured you could use some company.' Her words hung in the air, laced with an undercurrent she hoped he wouldn't question yet.
Kaisen's gaze flickered over her, a faint smile tugging at his lips despite the storm in his eyes. 'You're too kind for your own good.'
She held out the goblet, the wine's surface shimmering in the moonlight. 'Here, drink with me. It'll help chase away the chill.' He hesitated, shaking his head at first, but her insistence—soft pleas wrapped in concern—wore him down. His fingers brushed hers as he took it, the brief contact sending a shiver through her. He sipped, then drank deeper, the spiced flavor masking the subtle bitterness of the herb.
They talked in low tones, the conversation meandering from the banquet's revelry to the night's endless stars, but Kanha watched him closely. It started subtly: a flush creeping up his neck, his breaths growing shallower, heavier. Sweat beaded on his brow despite the cool air, and his eyes glazed with a feverish heat. The aphrodisiac coursed through him like liquid fire, twisting his thoughts until Mirha's face overlaid Kanha's—her full lips, the curve of her neck, the sway of her hips. 'Mirha,' he breathed, the name slipping out unbidden, his voice thick with raw need.
Kanha's stomach twisted, but she set the goblet aside, her hand gentle on his arm. 'Come on, let's get you somewhere quieter.' She guided him, her touch light but insistent, steering him toward his chambers. The guards at the hall's end glanced their way, noting Kaisen's steadier gait now, the way he leaned into her without stumbling. They exchanged nods and looked away, unconcerned.
The door to his chambers clicked shut behind them, the sound like a lock snapping into place. In an instant, Kaisen's restraint shattered. He spun her against the heavy wooden panel, his body crashing into hers with bruising force, pinning her there. His hands gripped her shoulders, eyes wild and unfocused as he loomed over her. 'Mirha,' he growled, voice ragged with years of pent-up agony. 'I've waited so long... why did you leave me like that? So quick, so cruel.'
Kanha's breath caught, her back pressed to the unyielding door, the heat of him seeping through her gown. She was still clear-headed enough to play along, her first time thrusting her into this whirlwind of desire and deception. Trembling, she cupped his face, thumbs stroking his stubbled jaw. 'I'm here now,' she whispered, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. 'I'm yours. Take me.'
That snapped something deep inside him. Kaisen's mouth slammed down on hers, the kiss ferocious, all teeth and tongue as he devoured her like a starving man. His hands tore at her gown, fabric ripping under his urgent fingers, exposing the soft swell of her breasts to the chamber's dim lamplight. Kanha gasped into his mouth, nerves coiling tight—this was it, no turning back, her body thrumming with a mix of fear and forbidden thrill.
He hoisted her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct as he ground against her, his hardening cock straining through his trousers, rubbing insistently against her core. Moans vibrated from his throat, 'Mirha... gods, Mirha,' over and over, each utterance a stab to Kanha's heart even as it fueled the fire between them. He carried her to the bed, tossing her onto the rumpled sheets with a force that bounced her slightly, her torn gown falling open to bare her completely.
Kaisen stripped off his shirt, muscles rippling under sweat-slicked skin, then shoved down his trousers, his thick cock springing free—veined and throbbing, already leaking at the tip with urgent need. Kanha's eyes widened, instinct urging her to pull away, to shield herself from the intensity, but she stilled, knowing the die was cast. Her pussy clenched in anticipation and dread, slick with the tension of the moment.
He didn't warn her, didn't ease in. With a guttural groan of 'Mirha,' he surged forward, gripping her thighs and spreading them wide. His cock thrust deep in one brutal stroke, breaching her untouched folds, stretching her virgin walls to their limit. Kanha screamed, the sharp tear of pain ripping through her core as he buried himself to the hilt, her body arching off the bed in shock. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling hot down her cheeks—it burned, like fire splitting her open, every inch of him pounding relentlessly, his hips snapping forward with savage strength.
Kaisen didn't stop, lost in his hallucination, his mouth latching onto her breast, sucking hard on her nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak until it pebbled under his assault. He trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses up her neck, nipping at the tender skin, all while chanting 'Mirha' like a prayer and a curse. Kanha sobbed through the pain, her nails digging into his shoulders, but then his fingers found her clit, rough and circling with insistent pressure. The dual assault sparked something amid the hurt—a building heat that coiled low in her belly, her pussy fluttering around his pistoning cock despite the ache.
The orgasm crashed over her without mercy, her walls clamping down on him as she screamed again, waves of pleasure tearing through the pain, her body convulsing in release. Slick gushed around his shaft, easing his thrusts just enough, but Kaisen kept going, grunting with each deep plunge, his pace unyielding. The intensity overwhelmed her; darkness edged her vision, and she passed out, limp beneath him, her cries fading to whimpers.
Even then, he didn't relent, hips slamming forward, cock swelling thicker inside her abused pussy. 'Mirha... fuck, yes, i love you..' he rasped, finally tensing as his own climax hit. He drove in one last time, burying deep and flooding her with hot spurts of cum, filling her to overflowing. Exhausted, he collapsed beside her, pulling her slack body against his chest as oblivion claimed him too, the chamber falling silent save for their ragged breaths.