Laughter in The Palace

Hunnie









Kris continues grinding his groin between my legs, while his tongue traveled all around my neck and chest. Sending an overwhelming feeling of excitement down to my clit.





He begins sucking my breast, grasping the meat and licking laps around my areolas. My core was drenched from his touches, feeling the small puddle of liquids seeping out of my womanhood.





I could go all the way with Kris right now, not even wanting to stop his assault on my body. His own body shook with controlling hunger, both of our emotions running high. He lowers his head down to my stomach, and I see his erection fully through his trousers just as he is brings his tongue along my stomach.





The hotness from his mouth sending my body into a paralyzed state, giving him the opportunity to do whatever he pleased with me.





Kris moves even lower, passed my navel and kisses the inside of my thighs. He inhaled harshly as he does so, nipping my flesh with his teeth.





Sitting up between my legs, he lowers his pants and boxers, taking out his massive, veiny and wet phallus. I snapped out of the transfixed state he almost held over my body. I started to feel uneasy. We couldn't do this to The King...





Not when we were only a few halls away from him and on the first floor now! We were very close to him, I didn't feel comfortable. Especially since I feared his mark.





"Kris..?" He looks up at me after pulling his pants slightly down to his thighs, springing his thick member entirely free.





"We...shouldn't..." I said lowly, hoping he didn't hear, as my body, mind, and soul wanted more of his touches, and to feel that length inside of me. It felt so right to receive it all from him, but I didn't want to feel shameful.



"Why shouldn't we?" Kris pulls his boxers and pants back up, trying to stick his sticky, thick member back inside. He seemed concerned.





"The King...he'll get..mad." I whispered.





"Why would he?"




My eyebrows raised at his question, but I lowered my head out of the stupidity that was coming out next.





"Because....I'm his mate...still." Kris lays back over my body, with his hands at my side for support.



"Ok...that's fair." He lays to my side now. I felt a bit guilty.





"Maybe...we..should tell him you are falling for me instead." He wiggles his eyebrows at me jokingly.



My heart raced at the truth.

I was falling for him, and everything he has helped me overcome.

The betrayal of being someone else's mate.



I half joked back to him, tucking his loose strands of hair behind his ears.

"Well...you are lovable...Kris."





"Well Hunnie...I love you too." My body shivers at his remark.



Trying to hide how much that small comment had moved my heart, dancing all around my chest.



He stares at me and smiles a wide, teeth grinning, smile. While I hid the contagious smile that was creeping on my face.





"Where's all the maids?" I said, breaking our steamy and passionate moment.





"Well," He sits up, adjusting his groin in his pants.





"The King gave them all time off...maybe like ten or so is still around. His mother's court maidens are still on the other side of the palace with her. Bahm just doesn't want to be bothered..." His voice trails off.





"Oh." I nod, thinking about The King again.



I'm sure he feels very lost. I wondered if The Queen, Cyn, really did place him under some kind of spell to forget me.





He has been very absent these past few days. My mind deep in thought with saddening memories I no longer wanted to hold onto.





"You want to have dinner downstairs tonight?" Kris asks, getting up from the bed and walking over to his closet door that blended perfectly with the oak walls.

He slides the door open, walking inside, and coming back out wearing a sweater. "Yeah?" He nods, walking back to the bedside.





Sitting next to me, he lowered his head and sucks on my navel. I blush at how close he's been coming to my steamy and yearning privates.





"So, what is it Hunnie? Yes or no?" He bites down on the flesh around my belly.





I giggle, feeling his teeth pinch my exposed skin and pushed his head away.



"Ok!

I'll eat down here."





"Do you want me to eat down here too?" He points to my undies, pulling at the seams.





"No! Stoppit." I laugh.





"She laughs, but she really wants it." Kris says to himself, pulling on my panties.





"Noo.." I groan shyly, hiding my frustrations.





"Hunnie...I know what you want. You can't deny me much longer. I want to taste that pretty little pussy soon." I feel my face heating up. He's so shameless like The King.



There was so much I wanted to say to him, but I was feeling famished now, and could smell a delicious aroma filling the halls. My stomach growls at the mouth watering scents.





"Oh she's hungry? I'm hungry too for her, but she won't let me eat." Kris stands up, fixing his groin and talking to his self.



He made me blush and laugh again. He was indeed a naughty boy like his King.





The King....





I began buttoning up my blouse with Kris staring all the while.





"What about The King...will he be joining us for dinner too?" I say, getting off the bed and standing at his side.



He searches my face for a few seconds, thinking.



"Uhh....yeah.... maybe after." He grabs my hand and we make our way out the room and to the dining hall. We talked all the way there, reminiscing about the first time we met back in kindergarten.





"You were so mean...never wanting to talk to me. You always cried when I did!" I couldn't hold my laughter in at his crying facial expression.



"It made me cry, like how I'm crying inside now because you won't let me taste you!" I let his hands go and busted out laughing.



He's still the same perverted, womanizer I knew from school. Remembering how he used to try and talk to me and I would cry up until 2nd grade. Then when I got to middle school we became close friends, mostly with me avoiding his attraction for me and accepting any gifts he was trying to give. When we split ways during high school, he got extremely popular with the ladies and I was more into spell books and my coven.





We were enjoying ourselves, laughing so hard, I didn't even realize we were walking underneath the dining room's walkway.



The room was empty, except one maid that was setting the table and a chef rolling around his food cart. Kris pulls a chair out for me to sit in at the middle of the table and he sits down right across from me, grinning from ear to ear. We definitely were both feeling how connected and closer we had become over the past week and a half.





The chef comes up to Kris's side, places a covered dish in front of him, and the maid did the same to me. Before removing the lid, they both bowed to us and walked back to the kitchen in the corner.





My eyes lit up when I saw one of my favorite dishes. White rice and red kidney bean strew. Kris looked like he had a bowl of soup as he begins slurping right way, making even me want to eat some of his food as well.





I mixed the rice and beans together before shoving spoonfuls into my watering mouth.





Almost half way down with my dish, the chef comes back out from the kitchen, followed by The King behind him. I stopped eating and sunk lowly into my seat. my appetite gone, and my bladder squeezing. His presence alone made me want to bawl my eyes out, but I was trying to remain calm, as Kris was enjoying his food, not even paying attention.





The King look slightly different. His shoulders not as broad as before, and even his cheeks seemed sucken in.



My eyes followed his every movement to his seat at the end of the table, as he doesn't even shoot me a glance. I look at Kris and with a full mouth he says, "EAT!"





"I'm done." I whisper.





"Done? You were just killing it...thought you like it?"





"No, I did. It was good."



He chuckled and looks over to The King, whom I didn't even notice was staring right at me. I adverted my eyes back to Kris, feeling uneasy by The King's glare.





"The King made it for you. Right Bahm?" Kris say, taking another sip of his soup.





My face started to overheat, and on accident I lock eyes with The King again.





"Yes. It's her favorite." He looks at Kris and then back to my direction. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of him. Unwanted, lingering feelings began flooding my mind, body, and soul.