Sweet Little Kitten

Bahm



A smile crept on my face as I watched Hunnie from afar adjusting her undergarments. She was mid way to tucking them inside her shirt, when her eyes lingered on the outdoor kitchen house from
the patio.

She was slightly turned around, but her body remained forward and faced the castle.

Feeling my demons approaching the surface, I teleported quickly in front of her while she faced the other way. I noticed she didn't button up her blouse and her brown areolas were peeking from the top.

My eyes blackened and Aldrerix came to the surface, wanting to see her.

Her gaze away was lingering for too long, my mouth was watering. Drooling. I wanted to suck that brown spot that covered her nipples. I needed them in mouth! Wanting to suckle on them like a baby, I reached down and threw my arms over her waist again.

On impact she falls backwards, but I catch her and bring my face between her neck. She gasp as she feels my tongue and then my mouth enclosing over her flesh.

"Your Highness...!" Her hands wrap around my neck as a late reaction to falling and I lift her slightly off the ground.

Taking a few steps back, she up against a wall and I press against her body. Lapping and suckling away at the side of her neck. Feeling the tingles this time in my toes.



She turns her head back forward and her breath hitches. She automatically goes to remove my hand from her waist, but gets drawn in by my midnight, onyx eyes.

Looking at Rix head on. I lowered my arms from her waist and brought my hands up her skirt. Cupping her milky skin.

She lets out a soft whisper. "Y—Y-Your Majesty." Her voice croaks.

She looked like a scared little kitten and it only fueled more to my lustful desires. I bent down and shoved my face in the crooks of her neck again, inhaling sharply.

"Your Majesty...please!" She whispers again but doesn't put up more of a fight. She holds her hands out to push me off of her, but I squeeze her body into mine by gripping onto her ass and tightening the grip. Rubbing her lady parts against me.



I've seen her naked already, but being able to touch her in my human form was all the more exciting.


I pushed myself up against her even more, causing her to turn her head completely away. I know I looked like a creep right now, but my body was no longer obeying me, it was listening to my demons, and my còck!

Bent over and hunched on my mate, I used my face to move the hairs from the crooks of her neck and before thinking, my fangs were out. Ready to gaze them across her beating neck.

My throbbing erection was pressing against her lower stomach and I was so ready to pull my pants down and lift her skirt up!




My hands slid up from her buttom and trailed its way up her tight mini dress to pull her undergarments down. I could feel her body quiver under my touches.


"YOUR MAJESTY!" Giyah shrieks. Startling both Hunnie and I.



"GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY MAID!" She points and walks towards us on the balcony from inside the castle.



I let go of Hunnie, feeling the cold, but burning sensation of her body leaving my own. I straightened my trousers and my tunic and watched her scurry over to Lusisi, head down and buttoning her blouse up with trembling hands. I didn't care to hide my erection one bit. Everyone in the castle was used to seeing a lot more from me.

Giyah had come at the right timing, before my demons swallowed Hunnie whole. Devour our delicious little mate for breakfast, right here, right now.



I was so lost in the carnal desire, that I didn't even sense Giyah approaching.



All I could smell was Hunnie's sweet and earthy smell that overwhelmed my taste buds and nostrils.

"Are you okay?" I heard Giyah whisper to Hunnie and threw her arms around her, pulling her into the hallways and proceeding to their jobs.

"He's very touchy, please excuse him. Or, run away." I heard Hunnie giggle at the last statement.

Her heart was flustered and beating rapidly. I could sense even a small hint of arousal coming from between her legs. Seems like my mate wants to say no, but her body is still calling out to my touches.



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Hunnie's POV






"We have to get the war room ready for the upcoming courting week. The Queen to-be has already summoned the decorations and it has been left there. Opi will already be in there with another new servant." Giyah spoke out to me as we walked down the yellow spiraled staircase.

It was so hard to keep up with her in these silky slippers, and more so because of the incident The King and I just had.

I couldn't shake the feeling of his hands gripping my backside.

He was very forward for that move, yet my body wanted more.

I was not a wanton woman at all, but it was very hard to tell the handsome fella to back off. But was I even allowed to speak to him that way?

Giyah has been speaking to him so casually and addresses his lewd behavior like it's nothing! I was guessing because she was older than him. He didn't look no older than 30!

Upon entering The War Room, we had to leave behind our slippers on a wide shoe rack just outside the room.


The sparkling, yellow marble floors, with rows of white benches lining the room floor brightened my eyes. The four rows each held 10 benches to sit on.

White and tall pillars outlined the whole room and a translucent curtain of crystals separated a few benches off to the side. It looked like an elegant court room with the jurors being able to hide behind a breathtaking sheer cloth of crystals!

In the middle of the room stood a beautiful, curvaceous, dark skinned maid standing on a ladder. She was attaching falling silvery beads to the room's sparkling, gold cold chandeliers.

"Hunnie this is Vennette, Vennette this is Hunnie. Vennette has been here for two months now!" Giyah says, introducing me to the coco-smooth maid.

She climbs down off the latter and makes her way to me with a hand out. My heart skips a beat as I look passed her and see The King sitting on a throne, way across the room.

How did he get here so quick?!

His legs lounging up on the hand rest and his green orbits darting in our direction.

Instantly I became flustered. Completely gripping onto Vennette hands for a lot longer than needed.

My breath hitches and my mouth goes dry.

Vennette smiles widely at me and bows at Giyah.

"I'll help her in here Lady Giyah." She says and interlocks her arms with mine. "Luisi is just around the corner." She continues.

Out comes Luisi from around the pillars with a duster in her hands, a silk, yellow banner with strings attached and red lettering.

She bows to Giyah before Giyah turns to exit.

My heart still racing as I listen in on the two of them speak, but watching The King leave his throne to slowly walk around the large room.

"Here, this is the banner we have our guest seated on. All you have to do is tie the red strings under the benches." Vennette walks to the middle of the room and brings me a pile of the banners.

She demonstrated it on a bench closest to the platform where the throne sat. She hands me more and proceeds to walk back to the center of the room, climbing her ladder and pulling beads out of her apron.

Standing in place, I turn around to see The King walking over and talking to Luisi. She nods at him, bows and power walks out the room.


I was now left with Vennette and The ever so touchy, handsome King.

I got down on my knees, with my socks making me slide a bit, and attaching the banner to the seat of the first bench. This wasn't hard at all, but there was lots of benches to decorate!

By the time I had tied all the benches in one row, I had to walk back to the platform holding The King's throne, and picking up some more banners.

When I turned around, I noticed The King leaning on a pillar and his gaze set on admiring Vennette.

A wave of jealousy automatically washes over me, but I shake my head. Knowing damn well he is about to get married and I don't mean a damn thing. Yet I felt very awkward.

My eyes lingered on his stunning beauty and baby smooth face. His arms were crossed along his long tunic and his feet were crossed in front of him.

He caught me staring at him and I quickly shifted to the next row of benches and kneeled to the ground.

My legs at my side and my dress riding up every time I move. Untangling the strings from one another aggressively, I sensed a figure approaching in my peripheral view.

I didn't look. I could sense the way the person took slow strides that it wasn't Luisi, nor was it Vennette, —as I could see her....

Sigh....