Jim, the arrogant sex Toy

     Few days later. The Kingdom of Ikpala. 

    "How long more?"

    The lady's face flushed to match up the words. She was all bossy and meant the tone to be inflected too. She was dressed in a casual blue gown, with a little hit and bits of embroidery. Her eyes were elegant, illuminating the rage of her beauty. 

    She was seated on the throne and by her side were two female guards. Or say, attendants. She seemed to have her own taste of governance. 

    To some extent, she was audacious, but you could tell by her distinct ingenuity, that she always had quite the numbers of thing up her sleeves. Which were always hidden from those who were around her. 

     She loved riding solo. 

     "Just three more scrubs."

     The man by her feet muttered, his rough face folding into a sheet of frown. But he was wise enough to hide it from her. He wouldn't want to have his head chopped off.

    He had seen many people ordered to be killed by her. Though there was a stray thing to it, but he didn't buy it. 

    He had been forced to think that she was doing that to freak him out that he might have no words against her, but he wasn't moved. 

     If twasnt for the Emperor who had made him a slave of the lady, she wasn't better than the ladies he had had sex with and controlled. Well on the favor, he was more of a sex toy to her. 

    Probably the reason she had been keeping him, even up to that moment. But that shouldn't be the fact. She could always change her man. She could always get a new man. 

    Though he knew that that was far from the truth. He knew what he had underneath. He knew his genitals is quite huge and tasty. If that suits it. 

    She probably wouldn't get a guy like him anymore. 

     "Remind me of your name again."

     He heard her say. He hadn't look up at her yet. But there then, he knew there was no hesitation anymore. She loved the face to face conversation. Especially with him. 

     "Jimin, or Jim."

     His guts tried as much as possible to cut the words in, but his lips were faster. 

     She sincerely was beautiful. Her button nose pressed on the smooth round face, such that her smile set her whole face on fire. Such fire that set ablaze the desire of every man. 

     "How possible for a China man to be in this region? How did you and your siblings end here?"

     She moved her left foot gently, trying to get his attention. He was scrubbing her legs. He would do that two times a day. And after that, they would have lots of sex. And after that, she would sleep. 

      Most times whenever she was asleep, he wished he could strangle her. If not for the death of her father and the fact that the Emperor was lenient on her, she should be a maid too. 

    But who would be pleased to hear that the princess of Ikpala became a maid in her fatherland?

      "My brother knows better."

     Jim defended. He was going the last round of the scrub and would soon call it a day. 

    Her legs were feeble and her toes long. Her skin was milk and silk, with a tone of shady brown. 

     "Which? The one at Kula or Havila?"

     She quizzed. He hesitated for a while, then let his ego aside,

      "Havila."

     He was tempted to stab her in the legs with the edge of the wooden brush he was using on her legs. The foam of the brush was tender and soft. 

     "Oops! I forgot to tell you. He was sure a nice man when I first met him. Tender and reasonable. Not as all worked up as you. But what had his tenderness earned him? I wish he could leave better again."

     Jim stopped scrubbing her legs. Twas point in time with completing the job. He unavoidably met her gaze with his,

      "And what was that supposed to mean?"

     The frown had been spread out for long that it transformed into a long face. There was determination seeped in the stern stare. 

     "Didn't you hear? He was killed and dumped in the sea."

    Jim scrambled to his feet immediately dropping her legs. He didn't care if she hit them against the stool or not. Didn't really matter. 

     "Tell me you're joking."

     Husky voice enflamed by concern and desire. He looked like he could destroy a mountain. 

      "Are you done with the rounds?"

    She shot indifferently, but Jim refused to be stood down,

      "You don't think this is joke, do you?"

     He could strangle her at that spot, the devil in him was humming. But he seemed to had chained it. Thought twas still struggling. 

      "I have a plan to take Aojen down. One of the warriors of the Emperor, who had bounded the Emperor too."

      "I don't care. Did he kill Vulcan?"

      He hurled at her almost immediately. He was boiling, all he could think of was figuring out how true that was and taking a revenge. 

     "You can't do a thing about it. He isn't natural. He's like Lailah or something close to that."

    No sooner she was done with her trail of explanation, he dropped the brush and turned his back on her. He began to walk out of her presence, towards the door. 

    The two ladies by the lady's throne followed him immediately to close up the pace and pin him down but the lady called at them,

     "Let him be. He'll learn the hard way."

     Jim turned for a while and looked at the two lady guards who had meant to pin him down. He would had chuckled if twas a normal day, but twas a bad day. 

    He could had just ripped off their heads instantly for nursing those thoughts. 

     He stomped off the palace. The only thing he was thinking about was how true what the lady had sad was. 

    And who the fuck was Aojen. He didn't really care. Didn't make no difference to him. He had something to protect, and he would do that with his life. 

     He heard the neighing of horses behind him. He turned to see a cart of two horses. 

    The cart got to him as its rider called at him,

    "Get in. Her majesty is generous. "

    Jim scoffed and hopped on. He was beginning to like her. But that wasn't the issue at that moment.