Chapter 43: War is coming.
It was night, the hour of the owls. Insects chirped, and bats flapped their wings.
The open field was occupied with hundreds of pitched tents spreading out to as far as the extreme end of the eastern wing of the field.
There was a tent that stood out among all the tents; it belonged to Yumi.
There were low sexual moans coming from the tent. The small oil lamp in the tent was dim but still enough for them to see each other's faces.
"Umm! Ahhh! Yumi moaned as Viran banged her from behind, her body following the rhythm of his thrust. Her breast slapping against her bare body, her hands clutching the bedsheet.
The sweat on their body glistened as the candle reflected on them and cast a blurry shadow on the tent walls.
Yumi was gasping breathlessly when they fell beside each other on the comfortable mat, which was layered with bedding.
Their chests rising and falling as they tilted their heads to gaze at each other, the feeling of fulfilled desires showing in their eyes.
Viran was the king of a small kingdom near the sea. When Yumi had found out that Ragaleon had the upper hand against the land bearers, she strategized her way to getting the support of sea machinery.
She promised Viran they would get married and he would become the king of Canna, since she had no children. In return Viran will ready his ships and bannermen, and they will go with her to war.
Tonight Viran had come into her chamber, his eyes filled with lust, craving to touch his promised wife, and Yumi gave him what he wanted without hesitation, without thinking twice.
"You have such a desirable body, Yumi." Viran whispered in her ear, biting her earlobes, his hands trailing along her thighs. Yumi slapped his hands away and slowly rose to her feet; if anything else, she felt disgust for this man.
Her tits bounced, and her black, disheveled hair, which was now soaked with sweat, swayed as she made her way to a jug filled with wine on a table in the middle of the huge tent.
"You promised twenty ships; there are only eight within my reach." She said, pouring herself a cup of wine. Viran pinched the bridge of his nose, then massaged his temples.
"You will get the twenty ships I promised you, Yumi; there is no cause for alarm." He said, rising to his feet. He made his way to where Yumi was standing in front of the table, sipping from her wine glass callously.
He pressed his hard frame against her naked body before reaching out and snatching the cup of wine in her hand.
"And what about the 800 bannermen? There are only 500. For Pete's sake, we are marching to Decreash in a day or two! Her voice was firm.
Viran gulped the cup of wine in his hand, then pressed his hard and erect dick on Yumi as he pressed forward to drop the empty cup on the table in front of her.
Yumi could tell what he was doing, and it was working; she was trying to control herself because she didn't want to get pregnant for this fool standing in front of her.
Viran encircled his hand around Yumi's stomach, then brought his mouth to her ears.
"Ragaleon won't see what is coming for him; we will march on the second day towards twilight and invade the castle at dawn." He whispered, pressing his hard body on Yumi, and she was getting breathless.
"Sleep with me, Yumi…" His voice arched as he rubbed her body with his hard form.
"I am not your sex slave, Viran. You want a wife? Then you wait till you get one..." She protested firmly, her voice trembling.
"When last did Gotham touch you like this, hmm? He asked while his hands caressed her mature boobs.
"Don't you dare talk about my dead husband." Yumi said, turning around, she pushed him away.
"What I gave you, Viran, was privilege. You have no right at all to call my husband's name as you please." Yumi warned with a dreadful voice, her eyes flashing with anger.
"You are my wife, Yumi….
"I am not…" she snapped.
"You will soon be, and that is enough reason…." He paused, then pressed himself against her, his hand reaching down to her legs. He lifted her up and placed her on the table.
"Enough reason to do what? Yumi questioned in anticipation as Viran spread her legs; the candles in the tent illuminated the room, and Viran could see every inch of her body.
He drew her lower body close to the edge of the table as she lay on her back on the table facing up. He then slowly positioned himself inside her.
Yumi's eyes rolled in desire as he began to thrust into her core; she gasped and moaned, her hands playing with her boobs.
"I am going to put my seed into you…," Viran groaned as he fucked her, his hand holding her waist in place.
Yumi registered his words in her head…
"No…no, don't you dare….Virannnn! She moaned his name, but the latter made her shut up when his hand started massaging her clits as he thrust in her core.
"Ooh! Viran! Virannn! Yumi cried, her body trembling.
"Bastard! Yumi cursed. "Don't you dare pour your seed inside me." She still had a sharp tongue even in bed.
Just then Viran poured his seed into her, cumming into her, his face dripping sweat.
"Now you are bonded to me." He said, gazing at Yumi, he didn't stop banging her.
"What…what have you done? Yumi questioned, still overwhelmed with lust. Viran was doing things to her. She didn't want his seed or his baby. Her plan was to kill him after she conquered Decreash.
Viran answered her question while still banging her….
"I have done the needful."
...….
Micah was in her chamber, with maids tending to her feet, when Tamar came in.
"My lady, the king had sent for a tutor to teach you the ways of a royal lady; should I send him in? Tamar questioned after bowing to Micah in courtesy.
Micah's throat became dry; this has to be the highest embarrassment she has faced. She signaled the maids tending to her feet to leave.
"Tutor? I didn't ask for a tutor." Micah managed to say when the maid in the room had left.
"His highness seems to think you need it; lately there are words spreading around that you like the proper way of a royal queen." Tamar said without mincing words.
Micah was quiet for a while…
"Where is the tutor?" She asked slowly, rising to her feet, and slid her feet into her pair of shoes.
"In the open field behind the inner court." Tamar answered precisely.
"Take me to him." Micah said as she made her way to where Tamar stood.
"Your Highness." The tutor bowed when he saw Micah approaching. He was a young man with a different accent.
Micah didn't acknowledge his greetings, maybe because she saw the end of this whole idea before it even began.
Tamar stood aside as the tutor slowly commenced with his teachings.
Five Minutes Later:
"No…no, my lady." The tutor was slowly getting frustrated.
"This is exactly how you told me to do it." Micah said, grinning slyly.
"No…no, you are doing it all wrong. All wrong! The man said, trying to hide his frustration, and he raked his hand through his lady-like long hair before stroking his mustache.
Micah slowly straightened up; if she couldn't get the bowing right, there was nothing left to learn.
Tamar made her way to where they stood, trying to suppress the laughter she had been trying to hold.
"My lady…" Tamar cleared her throat.
"I think you need a break." She said, and Micah nodded, feigning tiredness.
"We barely just started." The tutor said, now stroking his beard.
"Do you have a problem with me taking a break, sir? Micah acted as though she had not just heard what the tutor said. She changed the tone of her voice to a serious one while she asked him the question.
The tutor soon remembered his place and immediately…
"No, no, of course not, take your time." He said, and Micah smiled and then turned around, walking away.
"My lady, where are you going? Tamar asked, trying to keep up with Micah's pace.
Suddenly Micah stopped walking, and she started laughing while placing a hand on her chest.
"My lady, what you did out there was wrong." Tamar had seen the way Micah purposely frustrated every one of the teacher's efforts.
"And so what? Micah said, trying to suppress her laughter.
"The king should have known better than to try to embarrass me by bringing in a tutor, making me a laughingstock for the rest of the queens." Micah had finally stopped laughing.
"Wait, do not go that way, my lady." Tamar quickly said when she saw Micah was about to continue on her way.
"Why?
"It is forbidden." Tamar answered professionally.
Micah gazed at the door looming at the end of the hallway. She has never been in this part of the castle before.
She gazed at the door for a while before slowly turning around and walking away…
"Tell the tutor he can leave; I am done learning for today."