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Covyn's POV:

I barely slept tonight. I wasn't used of having someone this close to me, especially not someone naked, especially not a woman, a woman-naked. It was very confusing-her, the evening, the…

I was so angry, angry at her for making me feel powerless like that, for making me enjoy it, angry at her for doing…things to men and to let them treat her like that, angry for making me watch it, angry for not allowing me to do it. Still, I felt strangely excited whenever she came close to me, even now, I felt my erection grow with her every slight move and quiet moan.

I'm sick. I just prevented her rape and now here I am fantasizing about her body and what it could do to me.

I looked at her and-

I don't know. Why am I not angry? Why is there a small smile playing on my lips? Why did I reach for her and pulled her close when she tried to move away? Why couldn't I stop touching her? What was happening?

Questions like that were what kept me up at night and in the morning, after an hour or two of closing my eyes, when I looked at her and almost felt-no. I must still be influenced by the recent events, this is not happening, I am not fond of this woman, of her witty comebacks, of her abilities, of her passion, of her body.

No.

She's just an asset, a mean to use and then throw away.

Yes.

But still, when I now looked at her I can't stop imagining kissing her instead of killing her. But that's just because I haven't recovered yet, of course and because of my lack of sleep. No other reason.

Alex's POV:

I woke up entangled in long limbs. What happened last night? Who is it that is hugging me?

I stared at the huge hand holding my forearm and caressing the inside of my wrist with it's thumb for a moment, before the memories of last night came crawling back and I chuckled. At my sudden movement, the body holding me pulled me closer and squeezed me harder. And suddenly I felt the fifth limb trying to entangle me.

I burst out laughing at the bizarreness of the situation, it wasn't humourful laugh, but kind of a desperate whattheactualfuckisgoingon and iamsuchafuckinglegendfordoingwhatididlastnight kind of a laugh.

"Are you laughing?" I heard a sleepy hoarse voice say, damn he sounded sexy.

I turned to face him and burst out one more time. This was absurd and he looked so cute with this confused expression and his otherwise tamed hair rebelliously clinging on his forehead. I didn't know what was going on, but the next thing I know was him kissing me lightly and chuckling along with me, his lips still on mine.

I'm not going to lie, it was pleasant and for the first time in a while I started to relax a bit.

Soon, our soft kissing turned into something more feverish, with our tongues and breaths dancing together.

"Diana," Covyn moaned and placed himself on top of me, his mouth leaving mine as he traced my jaw and neck with his lips, softly nibbing on my skin on the way.

This was so wrong, but why did it feel so right?

When his teeth grazed my left nipple I couldn't contain myself anymore and I moaned the name I only cursed until now.

I spread my legs underneath him and lifted my hips just enough to touch his length with my core.

"Diana," he breathed barely audibly, I caught some embarrassment in his voice as he half pleaded half commanded me: "Tell me what to do."

I took a hold of his chin and pulled his head back up to my lips and gave him an assuring kiss as I took his hand in mine and started rubbing myself. "Take one finger," I half whispered as he pushed it inside of me and started working on me. I arched my back and placed myself for better access, meanwhile stimulating his thumb on my clit, telling him to rub at the same time.

I heard his breathing quicken as he watched his hand working me. He paid special attention to his thumb as he observed how certain pressure on a certain point makes my legs shake. Every time he hit that, a moan escaped my lips and I couldn't help but to ask him for another finger. He followed my instructions, gradually also starting to use his mouth, first kissing my abdomen, where a very pleasurable feeling started to form and then slowly progressing upward, toward my nipples.

Goddesses bless his tongue! For the sensation alone I might consider sparing him.

As he was lightly nibbling on my right breast, evermore fiercefully working my fingers my moaning became almost uncontrollable as I felt my legs shake in mild euphoria.

As he made me reach my climax, I reached for him, slowly stroking as his breath hitched and he nervously caught my eyes. I smiled at him reassuringly, gently kissing him as I placed him to my entrance. He looked at me again, swiftly kissing me as he started to push inside-

"Why is there a dead body under your window Al-, Diana?" Greta yelled as she barged into the room, almost knocking the door off. "Do you know who that man was? A member of the court, Diana! The court! If the king or his psycho son ever find out about that all of our heads will go! And then here you are fucking this boy? Are you crazy? Do you have any idea-"

Greta went on for quite a while with her lecture, but I couldn't really focus on her with the prince almost inside of me.

And hands down to the prince, since he didn't even flinch when Greta stormed in or let her discourage him. No, instead he actually entered me and I barely lost it as he stifled his groan in my neck.

"Fuck, you feel nice." He muttered and slowly started moving his hips.

"-everything for you, Diana and this is how you-what are you doing?" Greta stopped for a moment. "Don't tell me- oh, my god."

And the next thing I know is that the prince got ripped away from me by a very strong and angry whore. "Out, boy!" she yelled at him, still her eyes couldn't help but roam over him and goddesses was it frustrating!

Until the I caught the future king's flushed face, the embarrassment pouring out of him, then the entire situation got very amusing.

"The disrespect!" Greta fumed, almost kicking the prince out "pick up your shit and leave!"