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The WeatherMaker - Prince of Light By Lady Lilium Characters: 4899

Updated: 2018-07-10 19:03


She moaned as he pushed her against the wall, fighting to get free of him so that she could draw a breath.

She gasped as his lips parted from hers, and he groaned, biting her skin along her neck and shoulders. Bethany trembled as he hurt her, bruising her tender skin.

He pushed his waist forwards, pressing his hips against hers. Bethany turned her head to the side as she felt his erection against her midriff, feeling suddenly a little intimidated as his tall figure towered over her smaller frame.

She stopped his assault for a moment, simply holding her. Bethany felt his breath against her skin.

He stepped back then, pulling her with him as they moved over to the bed.

He pushed her back against it, advancing on her.

'Wait…' she gasped.

'No' he breathed heavily back to her. 'I can't hold back any longer…'

Both his hands ran quickly up her thighs beneath her skirt, pulling her pants down.

He parted her legs forcefully, hurting her muscles.

He bore down on her.

Bethany threw her head back, arching her back as she felt his tongue touch her where it shouldn't have. Her body began to tremble, and her breath came in shallow rasps.

She looked down at him, seeing only his head bowed, and his hands resting on her thighs, his nails digging painfully into her skin, holding her, legs apart.

He stopped, raising his head and looking up at her.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, crawling up the bed and looming over her.

He straightened up then, only briefly to unbuckle his belt.

Bethany watched him with growing anxiety, unable to tear her eyes away.

Her breath caught in her throat as he reached down to kiss her again, one hand grasping her hair, and the other…

She drew a slow gasp and a moan as he forced himself in, doing so with no tenderness. He cared not for her feelings.

She grasped onto his smooth chest firmly. Her cheeks were flushed, and her expression pained as he had his way.

He lasted longer than he did before, breathing heavily; sweat beaded his brow and chest.

He turned her onto her front to finish her off, pinning her down against the bed and trapping her, holding her with his weight.

He came inside her, his body relaxed as he let go of her, pulling out soon after.

A short while later they lay on the bed side by side breathing heavily. Bethany rose from the bed, intending to leave, but Luke suddenly grabbed her, pulling her back dow

n.

'Stay with me' he said.

The servant lay back on the bed, holding the sheets to her, protecting herself against the chill.

'Why do you give yourself to me' Luke asked her after a time.

'I am just a servant' Bethany said. '

'But why did you choose me?'

'Because….' Bethany said, 'because…….I love you.'

Luke turned to face her.

'Don't say that.'

'Why not?' she asked him.

'You don't even know me.'

'Do you believe in love at first sight?'

'No.'

Bethany snuggled up to him, Luke suddenly felt strange at the act.

'I've been watching you for a while' Bethany said in a mumble. 'I've wanted you for ages.' She closed her eyes, as if preparing to sleep. 'I've loved you for a long time now.'

Luke didn't understand her, but thought it was strange, that despite the way he had acted towards her, throwing her snide and harsh comments and giving her orders, she had still loved him. Or at least that is what she told him.

This isn't love……this isn't love……

And then he thought of Cam.

Does he still feel for me? Luke thought, holding Bethany to him. Does my brother still care about me?

Cam sat on the floor of the corridor, leaning back against the balustrade with the book on his lap. Here he had been reading for hours, until he heard voices coming from the floor below.

Cam's attention drifted from the story, and he raised his head.

Glancing behind him, he saw a small group.

They were the children of the council members. Some were orphans, but all had decided to remain here.

Cam closed his book, putting it aside. He turned now to watch the figures below him.

There were boys and girls, all in their early teens. They moved in a group, several were clinging to one another as they walked. Cam heard their laugher, saw the smiles upon their faces, and felt a tug within his heart, a deep pang of loneliness and isolation. He watched the group move below him with dead eyes. A tear ran down his cheek.

Two member of the group broke off from the rest, they moved together in a kiss, holding one another close.

Cam watched them.

The girl giggled, moving away then. The boy smiling widely, followed after her.

Cam stared off into nothingness. He turned away, taking his book carefully and rising to his feet.

He paused for a moment, before walking slowly down the corridor and away.

A short time later; and Luke was sitting beside Sylvia who lay in her bed.

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