A Secret As Dark As Ours Stays With Us -part 2

Prince Dominic

If there was a word he could use to describe how his day had gone down, well the word had not yet been invented. The word would have to carry a weight greater than awful, disastrous, terrible, horrific, nightmarish and the likes.

From the humiliating yellow shower, to the whipping and then the weeping, his day had begun with a rough start. After that little morning episode, the remaining part of the day had continued in a very eventful manner due to the students who had taken it upon themselves the very important task of hammering home the words of his father and Lady Amanda. This meant that they had taken every advantage that they could whenever his sister had turned away at any moment to either make nasty jokes about him or to make him hurt his already bruised self the more with carefully timed spells that either made him trip and fall or walk smack into something painful.

He had endured a lot of pain from breakfast, which he had barely had anything to eat and would have eaten even less if his sister had not been kind enough to feed him while she ate during the limited breakfast time that they had had after his disciplinary action, until dinner time which had been equally discomforting. Frankly, his sister was the very definition of a Saint given that she had hardly complained even when the food he'd taken down had come out moments after dinner. With sympathetic eyes, she had simply taken him up to her room to be cleaned up and changed into some spare clothes of his.

"I'm sorry to have been an inconvenience to you all day." Dominic began as she sat him on his bed to re-clean his wounds with alcohol.

"Well, good thing you will be completely healed by morning and would be out of my hair for the limited amount of time you can last before once more coming to me bloodied as you are." She said with a smile that made him chuckle.

"Oh I am sure I would last three days tops before I do something else to rile our benevolent King up." He replied.

Dominica smiled at his dark joke before she went to her drawer to bring out the bandages she had also kept in her room for emergencies like this. Seeing that alone was enough to tell any bystander that this was not the first time he had been disciplined, it was just the first time he had been disciplined in public.

"Sometimes I wish father would just stop being so blinded by his own ignorance that he wold open his eyes and see you for who you really are; a worthy Prince." She said as she wrapped the bandages around his chest and back.

"Our Father is a very proud man, do you think he would one day decide that he has been dead wrong about the propaganda he has been spreading about his son for the past nineteen years?" Dominic said as she finished her work on his painful body.

There was silence after his question and during that silence, his sister kept on with her nursing until she finished. "There has to be something we can do to stop this bigotry." She said as she stood up to return the tools to their various locations before returning to the bed.

"Perhaps there is, but I am yet to find out how." He said as he stood up to get his shirt.

"Where are you going?" Dominica asked him as he began to wear the shirt over his bandaged upper body. "I am not letting you leave this room in pain, for you to go to a place where everyone is waiting patiently and happily to throw a very wicked prank at you."

"Are you suggesting I stay here?" He asked in confusion. "Because that is against the rules, remember the last time I spent the night here?" When he had moved into the Tower newly and had met his 'understanding and welcoming' room-mates and had had the grand idea of spending the night with his sister, well that had gone down really bad as the Head Mistress had had him whipped for attempted rape and for violating the privacy of the Princess, in private of course and with his sister as witness.

To him it had and was still ridiculous given that he had spent most of his nights with his sister when they had lived in the castle, funny how arriving at the Tower he had not been and was still not allowed to spend the night with his sister without fear of being punished once more.

"You will spend the night with me as we used to do when we were kids. Come on hop in, you know you want to." She said as she turned around to dress her bed.

It didn't take long debating on his part, hell he had missed spending the night with his sister or simply going to bed with both eyes closed. Releasing a huff, he removed the shirt and got into the bed with her. She lay on her back on brought his head to her chest allowing him to lay half on her and the other half on the bed, this made his hurting places hurt less as she slowly ran her hand through his hair.

"This has got to stop." She began. "You being afraid of everyone's reaction to you, it has got to stop. You are the fucking Prince of the land and yet you are treated worse than the slaves in the kingdom!" She said angrily.

"We have been saying that since I was ten Nica, there's nothing we can do about it, other than me accepting my fate and adapting to my new way of life." He replied as he closed his eyes.

"If father was no longer king and I was Queen, this would stop." She said.

"It depends on the man you marry, would he allow you to have all the power to do whatever it was you desired?" He asked.

"Knowing father he would have picked Edward as my future husband, but since he is no longer an option, we need to suggest a new husband to father, a guy that will either fall in line or will be disposed off the moment I sit on the throne."

"The Lord has to also be of an acceptable station to father." Dominic said as he rose up to look at her face to face from the top. He could not believe that they were discussing this, finally having a conversation that would finally end his suffering one way or the other. "Derek perhaps, he is after all the most desirable bachelor in all the land and of a pretty high station, maybe too righteous but we can work around it. Also, offering him your hand would be enough to discourage him from turning you in."

She looked at him with intelligent eyes as she began to piece a plan together. "Yeah, we could make this work; once father approves of the marriage and we get married, well accidents happen all the time." Nica replied as she stroked his face which was above hers. The smile she had on her face for finally having a plan in place made him feel really good inside, sure she had just suggested killing her father in order to make him live the life of a Prince, but he had no qualms about that. Hell, she had killed a high profile individual for him, what more could she do to show him that she was on his side when no one else was?

In a world where only one person had your back, thoughts entered your head unfiltered and unblocked. She had always been there for him every single time, especially when she did not need to. Sometimes when he was locked in a dungeon for sneezing during dinner with important people, Nica would come to the dungeon at night and keep him company form outside the cage. No one ever had asked her to be nice to him despite the propaganda against him. Every child in the kingdom from the moment they could see and hear had already been well informed that he was not like them, he was beneath them and was an abomination; it was actually a miracle that his sister saw something that was not repulsive in him and had been very vocal about her dislike of how they treated him. Moments like this, he felt not too lonely any more since she was right there with him, planning regicide like one planned a long awaited trip to a beautiful island; all on his behalf when she needs not to.

That right there was why he loved her and was willing to go to war and even die for her. She had an unconditional love for him, she had loved him when she didn't have to and had fought for him when even the King was fighting against him. From the first time she had shown him kindness, he had loved her as a child loved a mother and as he grew up he had loved her as a boy loved his sister and now as a man he loved her as a man loved a woman, all three kinds of love were mixed together to give him a bucket of confusion when it came to his love for his sister.

He knew that he loved her too much, perhaps he tried his best not to show just how much he loved her and wanted to protect her, but that did not change the fact that he was crazy about her. He worshiped her, saw her as an equal and at the same time saw himself as her protector. Overwhelmed with emotions, he looked into her eyes with as much adoration and reverence as he could before he lay down unto his side, ignoring the pain he felt in his body and placed his hand on her face before kissing her softly on the lips.

It was as if lightning struck all over his body, with how much energy he felt coursing through him at that moment. He felt on top of the world, he felt invincible and all powerful. He felt his pain melt away and felt only pleasure as he got on top of her.

Her hands caressed his bandaged back with one hand going southwards and the other northwards. She kissed him back with even more enthusiasm than he kissed her and that might be due to how much pleasure he guessed she felt as well. They both came up for air before they went back to kissing each other like animals in heat. He removed her top with her permission of course before he attacked her breasts with the hunger of a starving man.

Her breasts were divine and only reinforced his idea of his sister being a goddess in human flesh, there was nothing that felt better than his sister stroking his head in encouragement as he sucked one breast while fondling the other. As if planned, he left both breasts properly taken care off before he went down, removing her underwear before parting her legs like one parted the sea and went straight to her sex that looked so inviting. Her moans approved of his movement and in moments, he was lapping her sex like it was the tastiest treat in all the land. If her breast told him she was divine, well her sex showed him just how divine she was. For his first time, he must have been doing something right because her moans and breathing just got louder and more excited as he went on.

The moment he licked the little nub at the top of her sex, she grabbed his head and held it tightly on her which seemed to tip her over the edge as she released a very satisfied moan and grunt moments before her sex released something so delicious that he kept lapping it up like some man returning from a week's journey through the desert and was thirsty as fuck. Once she came down from her high, he rose up and looked at her face that was filled with pleasure and relief.

Yes this was wrong, yes he had just committed a very heinous crime that if he were found he would be killed right there in the spot, but it still felt so good, especially since she kissed him back with enough passion that had him feel on top of the world. She had been a willing participant in this crime of theirs which meant that she had wanted this as much as he did.

With a wicked smile on her face, she pulled him back to her and kissed him passionately before she turned him on his back and unto the bed. She placed both hands on his hands before she slowly brought them downwards to his raging member that was gearing to go to war. He was excited and nervous about what was next on her agenda, he didn't have to guess for long as she removed his trousers, freeing his boner that in his humble opinion was not too big, but from her impressed look, it might have been very appropriate.

Keeping her eyes on him, she went down on him as well, engulfing him inside her warm mouth. Gripping the bed sheets as tightly as he could, he threw his head back and let out a loud moan. He had never felt this much pleasure when he had pleasured himself, no amount of preparation could ever ready him for a pleasure as intense as this. He could feel it in his body, down his spine even in his fucking toes, pleasure was every where coursing through him alongside the blood in him and he didn't want this to stop.

Unfortunately for him, he didn't last as long as he had hoped and in what felt like seconds, he came inside her mouth and half expecting her to react in revulsion or disgust, he looked at her face and saw her still looking at him, lapping up his release like it was a tasty liquid.

"I fucking love you Nica." He said still breathing deeply and coming down from his high. He didn't even bother getting dressed, and neither did she as she just crawled up to him, looking at him with a devilish smile on her face.

"I love you too Nic. But Nic, this must never happen again, okay?" She asked as she caressed his face before laying on her back and bringing his once more painful body to lay on her, resting his face on her chest. "What we have done if ever found out would get you killed, and let's not forget that it is wrong on so many levels." She said as she stroked his hair while he kept his eyes focused on his hand that was playing with the blanket over their body. "This must never happen again."

Dominic kept silent after her utterance, refusing to reply to her words that he paraphrased to mean that he had just fucked up big time. He had placed his sister in a bad position where she had had no choice but to play along with his advance or deny him at the spot, probably afraid to break his heart she had played along and right now she regretted playing along. She probably hated him at the moment, or was afraid of him, or something else. He had broken them, he had done what he had hoped to never do.