Masked ball

Glittering lights all over the majestic hall, the sweet scent of fresh flowers filled the place, giving it a romantic feel before the skillfully highly selected music started.

Both sexes stood upright in two meticulous rows facing each other. East facing west was all the women in their vast shades of blue gowns, all sweeping the sparklingly shining floors. All designed to accentuate their tinny waists regarded as sensual before opening in an umbrella like manner made it hard to use body shape to identify and differentiate between the women.

No hierarchy, all meant to be royalty, only one rule applied. No talking but letting the music and synchrony of your partner guide you. Being or supposedly royalty, that rule meant being free from the obligations of the title one was born into. Just once a year free from the duty required of you and letting your hair down. It was an opportunity to follow the signs as some would call it.

They would take turns dancing with complete strangers until the one who felt just right came along. Still, just dancing no talking. There was another component to it, the most exciting and challenging. The proof of fate and love. To the lovers, there was that condition and pressure to be able to recognize your fated by just their eyes, the only thing visible in the mask that covered their faces.

West facing east, the majestic kings, princes, and pretend royals stood perfectly still before charmingly bowing low. Some with galloping hearts, somehow the test of fated fell on them than the women. They all dreaded the common line "You still couldn't pick me out amongst multitudes of other princesses" line they heard being used to condemn their fathers growing up. This is what made them desperate to know the specifications of the gowns of their beloved or betrothed. There were, of course those who had their unspoken attractions they hoped to get an opportunity to end up with at the event.

King Vincent's eyes carefully and nervously scanned through the women. His power was limited at this setting, but he could not afford to make a blunder. Princess Zaria was his on paper but what happened at the ball could cost him his entire happiness with her.

Returning to an upright position again, the men stood while the women curtsied gracefully. Rising slowly, giving an air of grace to their movements, their hands held on the dresses pulling them off the ground as they moved in perfect synchrony.

The two sexes finally mingled into dancing couples. Eye contact, hands joined, they moved as couples to the music until the final beat.

The beginning of a new song, an opportunity to change partners but some already content with to remain with the same partner. Snack and refreshments break the only disruption to the well-coordinated event, a window for some to be given spiked drinks that would shape their whole lives. The process repeated itself until the time to call it a day and each one retreated to their chambers.

Lips locked in a passionate kiss, bodies tangled and hearts pounding against each other, Oscar could not suppress his desires any longer.

"Zaria," he called her with a hoarse voice filled with desire. Picking her up from the multitude was strangely very easy. Not because of her dazzling gown that stood out, but he would never miss those honey brown eyes anywhere.

"I am ready," she responded, opening her legs wide open for him, her desire matching his. His teasing a few days ago and the passionate thigh sex in his ranch evoked an uncontrollable longing she could not suppress. She wanted to be completely his, mind, body and soul.

"I love you," he murmured before slowly sliding his rock-hard manhood into her dripping wet tight core.

"I am sorry," he whispered when she tensed up, his manhood stretching its way into her core.

She gasped, sinking her nails on his back with her legs shaking as the pain ripped through her. That's when he covered her lips into a passionate kiss, intentionally meant to take her mind off the pain his manhood was causing her. Moving ever so slightly, using every control to suppress the need to ravage her, he slowly thrusted in and out of her until he heard her breathing peaking up and her movements matching his.

Princess Zaria broke off the kiss in a panic, her body in a euphoric state of ecstasy with electric impulses washing over her. This was ten times more than what she felt when they had thigh sex. She could feel her control seeping away from her, his passion consuming her.

'I….I…can't breathe," she said between her moans that fueled and unleashed the beast he was usig all his energy to suppress.

"Look at me," he commanded before pinning her arms above her head and ridding her at a pace that made it impossible for her to mask her screams.

An hour later, her body vibrated, multiple orgasms ripped through her, and her body completely surrendered to him. That's when his body finally tensed up, a loud groan escaping his parted lips and his seeds spilling into her core.

Completely undone and exhausted, they collapsed in each other arms and were soon fast asleep. The princess woke up two hours later to find his concerned brown piercing eyes on her.

"My Love," he said tenderly. "Forgive me," he said, guilty written all over his face.

She sat up and looked at him. "For what?"

"I was not as gentle as I planned to be for your first time. Your beauty and sensuality overcame my restraints and self-control," he confessed. He had planned to take his time with her but completely lost control the moment she started moaning.

"So, you want to redeem yourself?" she teased wittily, getting him all heated up again. She was pinned under his sexy masculine body before she could object. His manhood thrusted deep inside her, making her scream his name over and over again.

"I promise to love you forever. I will be yours for the rest of my life. I will follow you wherever you go, even to the grave," he murmured to her ear before slightly nibbling on it and intensifying his deep thrusts.

Princess Zaria wanted to object to his statement, but a moan came out instead. She did not want him tying himself to her for life because she might not live past that week. If she was fortunate to only be banned, she would still never see him again. She loved him too much to drag him with her. She hoped that he would learn to live and move on without her.

She was about to reach another orgasm when he pulled out and kept his manhood at her wet entrance. Longing to be filled up by him, for another release, she curved her back and jerked hip up, hoping to take him back in but he would not let her.

"Look at me Zaria," he commanded, giving her no choice but to comply. Their eyes locked, her heart fluttered because she knew what he wanted.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he said decisively while she shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. It was the most romantic utterance, but she could not accept it and lead him to his destruction.

"I love you with all my heart, but I can never be yours."

"Let me talk to your father," he pleaded while she frantically shook her head. Her father would behead him without a second thought.

"No. You will get executed and I will never be at peace, even in death."

"Zaria," he called her tenderly.

"If you truly love me, you will make the best of this time we have together. You will respect my wishes to keep you out of this. You will love me now because we don't have a tomorrow," she said softly, breaking his heart.

"I don't want to spend my last moments with you arguing," she added.

He sighed before slamming his full length inside her, making her whole body to tremble. He had no intensions of letting her go but would rather spend the night loving her than argue.

Moving in sync, one body and soul, they simultaneously reached their peak and collapsed into each other's arms once again.