Mixed Emotions

"I see that you are no longer pretending to be asleep," Lady Kaoma said calmly.

Too calm in his opinion for someone who he thought of as an innocent all along.

Kaoma continued, "please don't be afraid of me. Just treat me like you would any of your previous lovers, you must be used to women displaying themselves like this for you."

Even as she looked him dead in the eyes he saw that there was no recollection of him in her face. 

He had come here on a fool's mission it seems and now he would pay for his carelessness. 

Maxixe couldn't help himself; he laughed out loud. 

To his dismay he still wanted Kaoma but not like this.

She flinched when she heard his laughter and hung her head low in shame.

Her hands were tightly fisted by her side. 

How dare he make her feel insecure as if she wasn't even worth sleeping with.

Her actions perplexed him, it rang of someone naive but how could it be when her words were coated with sexual innuendo that could only come from the experienced.

Yet at the same time he was mightily pleased that she could actually hear and understand him unlike the other humans.

Perhaps there was some hope for her after he talked some sense into her.

Kaoma was trying to be respectful of his feelings but instead he was laughing at her.

The harsh sound of his laughter twisted something deep inside her soul and made her furious deep inside.

She shrugged off her feeling of shame as if it was a cloak and crawled onto the bed towards him like a cat in heat.

He couldn't remember what he wanted to talk to her about as his eyes zoomed in on the delicate vee of blonde curls poking out from beneath her exquisite thighs.

Maxixe was fascinated by the swell of her breasts, they matched her breathing as she got closer to him. 

Looking serious as ever she said firmly, "I'm told that a man your age would already be experienced in the art of lovemaking. As a precaution, I have already prepared myself so all I need to do is to climb on top of you and put your thing inside of me. So let us begin and get this over with." 

The heady womanly scent of her hair and skin enveloped him as she leaned in closer.

Maxixe was struck by the heat emanating from her skin.

He wasn't made of wood. How could he not react to the way she was looking at him and the suggestion in those words.

Her plan was to seduce him into her trap and it was working. 

Maxixe watched as she lifted her left leg up and then put it over him.

Kaoma's rosy pink nipples hardened, her nails raked against his abs as she settled herself until she was finally perched on top of him.

Was she really just going to go straight for his manhood, no kisses, no foreplay?

Perhaps she had serviced the entire wedding party before she jumped into his bed.

Such a thought drove him crazy with jealous thoughts that spilled over from his body.

The room had been cold earlier but now he started to perspire in anticipation of what was to come.

He could feel the warmth from her bare ass against his skin, her curls nestled at the juncture of her thighs also added to the allure. 

He didn't know whether to fling her off him or buck like a stallion in heat against her.

Instead he settled for shaking the chains that fastened him to the bed to no avail. 

If it wasn't for the iron that weakened his strength he would have already pulled out the chains from where they had been fastened to the ground.

His hands started to chafe from where the rusty cold metal rubbed against his skin, if it continued like this pretty soon it would start to bleed and even worse get infected.

Maxixe grit his teeth and he couldn't hold down the snarl that escaped his lips, he was bloody furious with her. 

At the sound of his snarl, she paused in her actions, it seemed she was more cognizant of the differences between them.

It was the first time he saw the glimmer of fear in her eyes but when he jerked the chains once more and could not move.

Maxixe saw the instant relief in her eyes as she continued her visual exploration of his body. 

She obviously had a fascination for his manhood as her eyes settled on it.

The more it started to come to life from her attention jutting out from where it nestled in between black curls.

Curious she touched it, the velvet feel against her fingertips delighted her, how could it be soft but sturdy at the same time.

When she brushed against the tip with her thumb, liquid that resembled water spurted out and made her gasp with delight.

His eyes startled at her bold move as she played with his instrument.

The more his facial expression became savage as if he disapproved of her being in control and his scrutiny egged her on even more.

Maxixe thought when it came down to the nitty gritty she would change her mind at the last minute and run out of the room.

Where was this grit and stubborn determination coming from?

It would have been commendable if he wasn't a prince of the Winter Court.

How dare she try to steal what he would have freely given had she but thought to ask not demand from him.

In his mind this current situation changed everything between them.

In the heat of the moment he felt a lot of mixed emotions raging inside him, "what in the world is happening to me? I can't let her make me lose control of my own body."

He might be down but he was not out, it was time he showed Kaoma that bedding him would not be as simple as she thought.