Heirot

"No. There's nothing on my mind. I just want to enjoy this special moment since we're getting marry to tomorrow. The single life is pretty much over." Bolrock replied, indicating that she would be his forever. There was nothing that was going to change that fact.

He moved away from Mia and laid himself down. He watched her carefully before reaching out his hand to her. He wanted her to lay by his side for the night. He tried to be as gentle and loving as Bejei, but it almost made him sick to the stomach pretending to be someone he was not.

"Come her Mia. Lay next to me and watch the stars."

Mia laid down next to him, snuggling up to his side and resting her head on his chest. She draped her arm across him, hugging him tightly. She tilted her head then to rest in the between his arm and his chest, so she could watch the stars through the canopy of trees. She shuddered slightly as the cool wind tickled her skin and a chill ran through her again. He was warm, though, and she felt comfortable there agains him.

"We'll go back eventually, right? Where there is a nice soft bed, with lovely covers and soft sheets." She smiled, twisting so she could hover over him. Her white hair fell over one shoulder as she leaned down to kiss his lips gently at first, though soon it faded into more passion.

Bolrock embraced Mia passionately while he aggressively tightened his arms around her. Of course, they would head back to the house, but for now, he would do whatever he wanted to her without any outside interference. He began to move his hands to her buttocks, groping them firmly and aggressively. It didn't matter if she mind his touch or not since he continued to do it.

His lips moved from hers before he spoke up. "I do miss those soft sheets and warm bed. We'll go there soon but for now, lets just enjoy this time together. We don't know how long it will last..." He trailed off, allowing her to interpret the last sentence in any way she wanted.

He slowly made his way upon her neck and caressed it gently then firmly with his lips, kissing up and down. He continued to grope her buttocks.

Mia's heart always pounded considerably faster around him, and more so when he did this. It was a strange thing, to want someone and fear them at the same time. In the back of her mind something was screaming to check and make sure it was Bejei, but his eyes were the same as usual, and nothing seemed off about his attitude.

"Bejei," she whispered to him as she felt his hands. She rested her weight on him, as her eyes flickered open to meet his. "Are you sure this is a good place to be doing this? In the middle of the forest?" It was a ridiculous question, because she knew she'd give in either way. He just had that power to make her break and give in to anything. Even still, she kissed him back.

Bolrock took note of what Mia had just said. He didn't want to go back to her family's house just yet. He had to have her to himself, and if he went back then the urge to kill Mia's mom would be too great to control. He just dislike that woman so much, and he couldn't wait to kill her.

"I understand Mia, but I don't want your mother bothering us while we're having some alone time." He replied as he accepted her embrace. "If you persist us to go back then who am I to reject that request."

Mia's miss-matched eyes roamed over his face, her expressioning softening as she leaned down to kiss him. "Alright, let's stay here a bit longer," she told him. She started kissing him more, working her hands against his clothing. She really did want to be with him, and her mother would surely not leave them alone.

She was a persistant evil woman whose soul purpose in life seemed to be to want to make Mia hate hers. So she would lie here with him for a while, enjoying his arms about her and after tomorrow her mother couldn't say anything about their relationship. They'd be bond to eachother.

Bolrock continued to kiss Mia passionately, but the more passionate he became, the more aggressive he became. Soon, he attempted to remove the clothes from Mia. He grabbed hold of her lower garment and tugged at it before he tried to take it off.

"You're my queen Mia, and nothing's going to take that away." He whispered into her ears as he continued to undress her.

Mia was caught up in the feeling of his hands on her, and she helped him with the attempt of removing her clothing. But, his breath graced the skin of her neck, and she could almost feel his lips on her ear, the words reached her.

Her breath caught in her throat. Bejei called her many lovely things, but Bolrock called her his queen. She blinked, wondering if she could mistake it. But, Bejei seemed awfully agressive... and there was no mistaking what he had said, and the way it had rolled from his lips with every bit of possession that she was sure the thing living in Bejei felt.

Her head rested on his shoulder for a moment, and her mind raced with what to do. She wanted to play this off without making him suspicious. She didn't want him to punish her for trying to get out of whatever it was he wanted to do. Though, she obviously knew what he wanted this moment. "Oh..." she muttered. "I feel sick." Slowly her hands shifted from him to alter the clothing on her nearly naked form.

Bolrock ceased everything as Mia told him that she was sick. He thought for a moment and wondered why did she become sick all of a sudden. He dismissed the thought and held her tightly in his muscular arms. He would not let anything happen to his queen... not yet anyway.

"If you're sick then we should not do anything. I don't want to pressure you or make you even sicker." He replied as he moved away from her until he came to a standing position. "Maybe, it's time we head back to your parents house. We have a long day tomorrow. It's going to be the beginning of our lives."

He turned his back to her while he frowned, contemplating the reason for her sudden sickness. He pondered the thought of her being suspicious of him not being himself. That could be the reason, but he would not bring it to her attention. He just had to play Bejei a little bit longer until the time was right. He would make her his queen and things would be as he planned.

Mia smiled softly, standing up. She righted her clothing, making sure that everything was in the right spot. "I might just be tired," she told him, brushing her hair with her finger tips to get the slight tangles out.

It didn't take them long to get back to the house. By then it was very much after dusk. The lanterns in town were lit, and the villaged glowed with a warm light. Her mother had lit the oil lamps and candles, and her father had built a fire in the fire place. The air was cool, and the light filtering in from the windows made Mia long for the comfort and warmth a nice fire.

She made sure to stay close to Bolrock, despite how much she didn't want to be. She knew that he would grow suspicious if she totally ignored his presence.

On the inside her mother greated them with a sour look. "You were late for dinner," she muttered from her seat by the fire. "There is some soup left if you want some. If not, I'll just throw it to the dogs." She was hard at work, putting the finishing touches on Mia's gown. The white fabric was drapped over her lap, and pilled on the floor. She remembered her mother telling her she had half a mind to make it black, since she was obviously not a pure virginal woman.

Her mother had no room to talk, for she hadn't been one when she married either...

"I'm tired," Mia told her mother. Her eyes fell to her father, who was fast a sleep in his wooden chair, a blanket draped over his lap. His long white hair was dangling in front of his face, even though his head was tilted back agaisnt the ornately carved back.

"Well, go to sleep," her mother replied emotionlessly, her eyes fixating on Bejei for a moment.

Mia looked at Bejei, trying her best to conceal the expression of dread that wanted to rise to the surface as she leaned up to kiss his lips softly. "Good night," she said to him, turning and heading down the hall to her room, which was situated just across from the guest room, where Bejei was occupying. As soon as she was behind the door she turned and locked it. Not that it would keep Bolrock out if he wanted in, but it would give her time to prepare if he wanted to do anything to her.

She lit a candle by her bed, and went about slipping her clothing off. There was a table with a basin of water attop it just beside the window. The curtain was drawn closed, with only a small gap in the middle. The water wasn't warm, but it was clean, and that was all that mattered. She went about bathing herself with the cold water and the soft rag, and when she was clean she slipped a silk gown over the top of her head. It fell swiftly to hug the gentle curves of her form.

She sat down on her bed comfortably, with her back against the headboard. She was almost afraid to go to sleep, because what if Bolrock came in?

Did he have the ability of picking locks? She wasn't for sure. Even still, despite the fact she feared him, she was very sleepy. She slipped a bit down under the covers, her head resting on the pillow and her eyes staring at the ceiling. Soon her eyes grew heavy, and she fell a sleep.

Bolrock walked with Mia to her parents’ house. On the way back, they didn’t converse much, but he figured she was tired from everything to be in a talking mood. He just wanted to get everything over with tomorrow so they could move on with their lives. He had plans for her, and she would bear his children… which he would use to enlarge his forces. Soon, he would have a whole army then he would conquer the lands. It had always been a dream of his.

He watched Mia’s tired form disappeared down the hall to her room which was right across from where he was staying for the night. He didn’t care much for her parents’ as he watched her father sleep on the couch while her mother sewed the wedding gown. Right now words could not describe what was going through his mind. He didn’t mind killing her parents as she slept in bed, but there would be no one to give her hand in marriage the following morning, and it would look very bad. He hated waiting, but in time everything would go as plan.

He felt as though Mia wasn’t herself earlier as she kissed him goodnight. He became suspicious of her actions, but she was sometimes a difficult person to figure out; predictable yes but unpredictable in her thoughts. No matter, he could always sneak into her room and have a little alone time with her.

Bolrock pretended to go to his room, but he only closed the door as he stood right outside Mia’s door. He could slightly hear the water running before everything grew quiet. He gently turned the door handled, but to his surprised it was lock. Why would she have a reason to lock the door? Did she know that he was not Bejei? Of course, that had to be the reason for her unusual actions tonight. Anger swelled up inside him as he went into the guest room.

He stood there by the window for a moment before he a angry frown formed on his face. He would make her pay for shutting him out. He was her king and she his queen. He would make her obey him. Without hesitation, he climbed out the window and made his way around to her window. Since she’d already discovered his identity, there was no need to pretend any longer. If she didn’t do as he pleased then he would kill her parents and Bejei. That would force her to cave in to his demands.

With his expertise in stealth and assassination, he easily opened the window to Mia’s room. He could sense her in the room, and he knew she was on the bed. He crept in the window and snuck up on her. Suddenly, he appeared right next to Mia as he stood beside the bed.

“How are you doing Mia?” Bolrock’s voice was hoarse and threatening. “Why did you lock the door my queen? I thought you love me, and that you wanted to share the night with me.” He laid his hands on her arm as he glared at her.

Mia's eyes flashed open and her body froze in sudden fear. They stared up at Bolrock's silhouette. Her breath caught in her throat as his hands found her arm. She didn’t know what to say to reply to him, but his words sent a chill that ran through her. She shivered under his touch.

“Old habits die hard. I used to lock the door all the time when I was younger,” she lied. She was getting very good at this lying thing, maybe Bolrock was rubbing off on her.

She knew deep down, though, that there was no fighting this. She couldn’t fight his strength, and she didn’t want Bejei hurt. It made her sick to think of Bolrock enjoying her, and though it was Bejei’s body, it was not him. This was not making love to Bejei, it like being violated by his brother.

Since there was no way of fighting it, there were other options. She could go along with it, and ease the pain. He probably wouldn’t punish her for the arrogance of trying to fool him if she went along and shared her bed with him. Just the thought made her tremble, and her stomach flutter.

“Here,” she said softly, fumbling to slide over and allow him room on the bed. “Don’t just stand there...”

The darken room’s only light came from the moon through the only window in the room. Standing there in the darkness, a sadistic smirk could be seen on the dark face of Bolrock as he absorbed Mia’s explanation of the lock door. He figured if it was a habit then she probably didn’t think he could protect her if she locked it knowing that he was in the other room. What if something attacked her, and he couldn’t get in since the door was locked. That was only one scenario, but he would’ve bashed the door through. No wooden door would be able to stop him.

He nodded his head in acknowledgement at her response. He was surprised she acted so calmly knowing that he was not Bejei. Maybe, she had accepted him, and she knew resisting only made things worst. He would enjoy violating her, and it wouldn’t be nice and easy like how Bejei did it… he would take his time with her, and it would be a night she would never forget.

“Of course my queen.” He replied as he slid into bed next to her. “Why don’t you take what you have off my love. I want to marvel at your beauty and delicate features.”

Bolrock removed the ebon light body armor, gloves, boots, pants, and under garments until his body laid bare. He gently caressed the slender arm of Mia while he sniffed her hair, taking in the aroma of her smell.

Mia swallowed before closing her eyes. She sat up in bed slipping the silk straps of the nightgown from her shoulders with trembling hands. She was telling herself that all she had to do was pretend it was Bejei, and not Bolrock. It would be easier that way. It slipped from her shoulders easily, and she stood at the edge of the bed to let it fall to the floor, averting her gaze for a moment as she stood exposed to him.

She couldn't even seem to force herself to go back to the bed, but she did so. She laid on her back next to him, her face tilted towards him.

"Will you..." She glanced away from him, gritting her teeth. Then, she turned on her side and kissed him softly before returning to her original position very slowly. "Be sweet to me?"

Bolrock stared at Mia for a brief moment, malicious and sexual thoughts brewing within his evil mind. He had many things to do to Mia, and the night was still too young. He didn’t want to end things so early just yet. He knew just what to do as she turned onto her stomach.

“Of course my queen, I’ll be gentle to you and every way possible. Just sit back and let me do all the work for now. You will get your chance later on.” He replied as he moved onto top of Mia.

With a devilish grin on his face, he plunged his member gradually within Mia. He did it at a slow pace so she could feel every moment of it. As soon as it was all the way inside her, he moved back and forth, penetrating her each time deep and hard. A sadistic smile formed on his lips as he continued to violate her.