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She shut the door of her chambers behind her and sighed. She looked to the heavens, closed her eyes, then let free a strangled groan of frustration. What a ridiculous day. Slowly she breathed in, then sighed. Her chambers were her sanctuary in the palace, a series of medium-sized rooms, walls of warm wood heavy with inlay depicting jagged mountains and delicate branches full of blossoms. A small lamp lit the room, and the shadows were deep with the coming of the night.
At the other side of the room was a gloriously silky tufted cushion next to a small mirror. She flopped down on the cushion and began removing the ornaments from her hair. A heavy ivory and gold inlay brush was next to the mirror, and she pulled the bristled through her flaming locks. At least Soo won had said that he liked her hair. Something shifted in the mirror’s reflection, and she turned back to face the door, ready to deny entry to whatever servant bothered her.
A large shadow loomed in the corner, already inside the room. Yona gasped, then immediately relaxed.
“Hak, you scared me, what are you doing there?” She turned back to the mirror and lifted the brush to her hair again.
“Coming to see my darling betrothed.” His lips curled into a half-smile.
Yona groaned, “please don’t remind me of that disaster.” She scowled into the mirror. “I can’t believe how stupid I am.”
Hak took the brush from her and started brushing the back of her hair. “But princess, your father approves of our engagement.” Yona tilted her head to glare at him. “You didn’t.”
Hak hmmed and reached to smooth a curl behind her ear. “Yes, he was most enthusiastic about his General rising above his station to marry the princess.”
Yona was puzzled, “But…you hate me?”
Hak put the brush down and leaned close to her ear, “No princess, I really don’t.” His breath was warm on her neck and Yona shivered. She felt frozen in place. Where was the Hak who was always ready with a jab, an eyeroll? Yona hugged her arms close to her chest.
Hak’s lips touched her neck and all the air left her lungs. She lurched away from him, “Hak what are you doing?”
His face was unfamiliar, eyes hooded, pupils blown black. “I’m getting to know my betrothed.”
“Stop saying that,” she tittered. “It’s not funny.”
“It’s not meant to be funny, princess.” He reached a hand toward her, capturing a red curl in his fingers. It looked burnished red gold in the lamp light. “You are mine.”
“But…what about Soo won?” She thought back desperately to all three of them, laughing together, playing in the sunshine.
“He said I could have you and he would take the kingdom.”
“What? What?” Yona tried desperately to understand. Hak closed the distance between them, dropping the lock of hair and capturing her chin. His touch was firm, undeniable, keeping her head in place. “You are mine, princess. Mine.” His lips pressed to hers, first delicately, then fervently. She could feel the heat radiating from him. Her hands went to his chest to push him away, her fists tangled uselessly in his clothing.
Her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest and she managed to break free, “No, Hak, you can’t, we can’t!”
He still held her chin and his other arm snaked around her waist. “Ahh, but we are betrothed, little princess. Betrothed with the blessings of the court. Your father was so excited. He said he’d make the preparations right away,”
“But…” Yona sobbed miserably, “I wasn’t serious! I just said it to get Soo won’s attention.”
Hak tsk’d and drew her close to his chest. “Poor princess, being taken seriously for once.”
“You’ll help me, right, Hak? Tell them it was a mistake?”
“Oh princess,” he cooed and gently stroked her hair “it’s far too late for that.”
His hands drifted down to pull at the sash around her waist. “Let’s see what the pretty princess has for her husband, hmm?”
The complex knot tied by her maids that morning came apart easily in Hak’s hands and the brocaded silk fell to the floor. The thick, layered carpets muffled the sound.
He parted her robe and it slid down her shoulders. Hak was transfixed by the golden light on her delicate shoulders. His body towered over hers, and he leaned down to kiss her glowing skin. His kisses turned wet, licks, and small nips, like he was trying to consume her. Yona closed her eyes and moaned, helpless against him. Hak pushed her robe further, and it too fell to the floor, with a slithering sigh that was loud in Yona’s ears.
She blushed furiously, and tried to cover her breasts. Hak looked dazed, drunk, and caught her wrists to pull them away.
“Oh princess.” He moaned, sounding almost in pain. “I’ve waited so long.” He brought his lips to a rosy peak, kissing gently, sucking, lathing the nipple with his tongue. Yona felt small jolts, like an electric storm in her breast. Her small hands remained caught in his wrists.
“Oh gods, Hak…Hak….” Yona panted and struggled against his grip. “Please, someone!” She saw a shadow cross the curtained window, then walk away again.
Hak’s lips detached from her nipple and he murmured between her breasts, “They know you are mine, princess.” His lips moved to her other nipple and he kissed and sucked it into a peak. He pulled back and admired his work. He gathered both of her wrists into one hand. She could feel the hardened calluses from hours of weapons practice.
He dipped his hand between her thighs and she squealed and tilted her hips away. He lifted his fingers for inspection, rubbing the wetness between his thumb and fingertip. “Ahh, good girl.” The darkness in his eyes and his face made him look less like the boy she had grown up with, and more like a man. Perhaps even a handsome man? She shuddered and turned away.
His hand returned to between her thighs, and though she attempted to keep them clamped shut, he worked between them with his fingers. She felt them gently running across her mound, then one dipping inside, then a light burn as it entered her. Yona mewled in protest and in need, her hips suddenly thrusting towards him, out of her control.
Hak removed his hand, then licked his fingers, looking feral. He pulled down his loose trousers with one hand. “I have something for you princess.” His cock was large, prominent, wetness at the tip gleaming in the lamplight. Yona renewed her struggle against him, her wrists twisting in his hand.
She gave one last mighty pull, and managed to slip free. Yona turned toward the door, almost free, but her legs caught in her discarded robe and she fell heavily forward onto her hands and knees. Hak was on her instantly, between her legs, hands on her hips. A warm wetness lathed at her centre, he was licking her and she thrashed under his tongue. He moaned into her pussy, “Yona, you taste so good, I’ve always dreamed of this.” His tongue prodded into her, one of his hands reached around to stroke her nub.
Yona was in despair—she had never felt this way before, everything was on fire, her pussy trying desperately to clench around Hak’s tongue. Suddenly, a long finger pierced her, curled, and she shattered into pieces, wailing. Her arms collapsed and she felt the gentle touch of the vibrant blue and red silk rug under her cheek. Tears ran down her eyes and she gasped for air. Hak’s finger was deep inside her and she felt it gently pushing through the waves of her orgasm.
Finally, Hak withdrew his finger, gently rubbing it over her overstimulated pussy. She moaned and tried to close her legs, but he was there, between them, forcing her open. Yona felt something hot, hard, pushing at her entrance and she moaned brokenly. Hak pushed his cock into her slowly, so slowly, growling under his breath. His hands returned to her hips and he bottomed out, grinding into her.
Hak set a slow but punishing pace, his huge cock carving her insides, held against him. He bent over and took an earlobe in his lips, in his teeth, biting gently, possessively. Yona felt an urgency building within her again as he thrust into her. Over and over, relentlessly pushing into her, red hair cascading over her shoulders, like a sunset waterfall. She could feel his muscular chest against her back, and he moved one hand from her hip back to her nub. He rubbed it gently, then insistently.
She felt herself coming apart beneath him again, and his battering turned fast and fierce. She thrust backwards into him, finding her peak, and collapsing again as he roared his orgasm into her hair. “Yona, princess, I love you, I have always loved you, you are mine, MINE.” He fell forward, on top of her, and she felt his sticky come between her thighs, filling her up.
Yona squirmed in discomfort and Hak huffed, turning to one side, and pulling her against him to lay on the rug. He kept his cock inside of her, arms wrapped tight around her, nose buried in her hair. He had removed his shirt at some point and his skin was hot to touch, radiating into her. He mumbled “mine” again and hummed in satisfaction. Yona felt thudding against her back and realised it was his heart, pounding.
“Hak….” She wasn’t sure what to say.
He groaned, “I had to, princess. They might have tried to take you. Or kill you. I couldn’t bear it.”
“What?”
“You are mine, now and forever.” He burrowed his nose back into her hair.
How long had he felt this way? She squirmed in his grip to face him, violet eyes peering into his midnight brown. She drew a delicate hand up to his face to cup his cheek. “I…I didn’t know….I….”
Sudden shouting rang through the air outside the door. Hak drew her back into his chest and kissed her deeply. The shouting continued and Yona could make out something, something about…her father the king?! She broke the kiss and her eyes opened in alarm. “Wait, if you have me…Soo won...?”
Hak gave her a half smile and smoothed her hair.
He kissed her forehead and released her, rolling to his feet. Yona found her dress and clutched it against her, staring up at him as he retrieved his glaive from a shadow.
“Yes, Soo won said that I could have the princess if he could have the kingdom. But…I think I’ll actually take both. Stay here.”
Hak slipped out the door.