4 03| Chapter 3: The Sword

Lucas sighed and handled back his sword to his butler after defeating his morning opponent. The usual morning opponents are the ones who gets up late after heavy drinking the day before.

Felix groan in exhaustion on the floor. He admired the duke in many ways but opposed on the fact that he had to fight him with a hangover.

"Clean up quickly, Felix" His friend paused, helping him up, "It looks like the duke woke up in the wrong side of the bed again" and looked at the direction of their Lord.

Lucas looked indifferent but that scary aura around him makes him more terrifying than he is. Lucas dreamed about those eyes again, woke up and spend his time training in the middle of the night to relieve some stress.

'That woman...' he had thought. It wasn't menacing but more of a confusion. Confused about how she can make him feel weird every time he thinks back about that night.

The night of the coronation party. The crown prince was now the king and ruler of their kingdom, and to celebrate, they made the most grandest ball. Not only nobles can join but there's a feast on the plaza for the people. Lucas was 16 at that time and instead of worrying about the kingdom, he kept himself busy away from the thoughts of the secret engagement.

He remember drinking something the newly appointed king offered him to forget. Lucas had cursed him, the moment he saw the king chuckle in amusement. It was hazy, Lucas went to the room specially made for him after feeling something weird happening to his body. He had remembered looking at the bed and saw a woman sprawled across of it, who looked back at him with the same hooded eyes.

He remembered the temperature dropping at the sight of her mismatched eyes. He had climbed over, hovering her. She did not move him away and instead, grabbed a hold of his neck and pulled him to her face.

"You're the only one, so keep my secret..." then pressed her lips to his. Lucas remembered being intoxicated about her beauty and her seductive smile. Her lips were soft, melting his insides. He let her control of the kiss before gaining dominance.

He had taken off their clothing. Staring lustily, he roamed his hands on the curves of her body, touching every part of her body. She moaned softly in his ear making his body shiver and shudder in delight.

He remembered her inviting voice, calling out his name, moaning on every thrust he gave her. He remembered feeling something he had never felt when he was with her. Warmth, pleasure and a sense of possessiveness.

That final thrust made him let out a pleasured grunt following a soft scream from his partner. He jerk his hips, spurting his seed inside with her welcoming it.

And then he remembered the feeling of a pair of lips touching his forehead, "Forget about me..."

Lucas snapped back to the present and his eyes immediately went down. A tent formed, denting the length of his shaft. Lucas laughed dryly.

"F*ck"