Page 21 of Her Royal Blood

“He’s our way off this rock, I promise,” Hawk assured the nurse.

While my vision was still hazy, I could see them talking over my heads.

“He’s not out of the woods, the first twenty-four hours after a bite this substantial are the most crucial. He’ll phase in and out of lucidity and his heart is going to cycle through erratic rhythms. All I can do is give him the antidote and hope it's not too late to reverse the effects of the poison. You did a good job with the deadweed though. I should recruit you to the nursing staff,” the man laughed.

“Don’t, I hate the sight of blood,” Hawk said and I assumed wasn’t telling the truth, the guy seemed phased by very little.

“That I know is a lie,” the man laughed with him. “But we need you on the outside keeping the prisoners in check. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for getting my wife and child out of Brahman’s Peak. When Polonius arrested the medics who refused to let patients die because they wouldn’t bow to Polonius, I knew he was going to go after my family. You’re a good man, Hawk. Prince Lex should be grateful you’ve saved his life.” The man put a cool towel on my head and the spinning and whirring in my mind stilled a little.

“You give me too much credit,” was Hawk’s humble response.

“The mess hall just closed, but you can eat in the medic’s room. Food is better there anyway.” The medic slapped Hawk’s back. “Take some painkillers with you, those muscles are going to be very sore in the morning.” The nurse started pouring medicine he’d taken from a cabinet in the corner into the bags on the stand over my head.

“Thank you, brother, a good meal and some pain relief will be Heaven.” With that Hawk left and the room started to haze in and out of focus again.

“Prince Lex,” the nurse addressed me. “I’m Alvin, I’m going to be attending you. It’s best if you try and get some sleep, so I’m going to give you something to help you relax.

There was a pinch on my arm and then the feeling of warm liquid flooding through my veins. Within a few minutes the pain, which had been my constant companion, started to dull. In my delirium I fell into a fitful kind of sleep. Half awake, half dreaming, I started to hallucinate and imagined the room transporting to another place in time.

In a world where I was not laying on a hospital bed on an island in the middle of a sea of prisoners, I saw Aria coming towards me. She was wearing her wedding gown, and she looked ravaged as if Polonius had taken his liberties with her.

“I’m sorry,” I said as she came nearer. “I should have never left you. I should have been by your side, but in truth I should’ve killed Polonius before he ever had the chance to do this to you. I’ve failed you, Aria.” In the vision I kneeled down at her feet as she stroked her fingers through my hair.

“Polonius has done nothing to me that he hasn’t also done to you, stolen our kingdom, which is as much yours as it is mine. He terrorized our people, forced us to lose the love of our lives, but I’m not with Polonius, Lex. You should know this. Polonius hasn’t touched me.” Her voice was calm and even.

I looked up to deny the statement and argue my point, but she was now dressed in a brown tunic and her fighting leathers. Her hair was loose and free and she was Aria from our days at the Redveign estate, when I first fell in love with her.

“I saw you marry Polonius, I saw our future torn away from us, gutted by him, and yet while we still survive, there’s still a chance for happiness,” I said this more to encourage myself than her.

I knew she couldn’t hear me.

“I love you, Lex. I will be your wife and your queen. Together we will rule and restore what has been lost. I have married no one, for I cannot wed anyone who isn’t you.” Her dream apparition bent down and kissed my lips, planting her love there.

Her lips upon my mouth were better than any medicine. My tongue reached out to taste her and I ached for her familiar flavor. My cock thickened in my leathers, constricted by the confines of my pants. Aria’s strong fingers released me, bringing my cock to out to meet her lips which she grazed gently down the shaft.

“I’ve missed the taste of you,” she said as her kisses fell on the head of my cock over the sensitive slit that oozed into her with my mounting pleasure.

“Let me make love to you,” I begged as if she wouldn’t.

I longed for her like I had when we were in my kingdom and loving her was forbidden. She swallowed my length down and only choked a little as I lengthened in her throat. Her deft fingers rolled my balls gently bringing my arousal forth with such intoxicating intensity. I bucked into her mouth unable to hold my lust at bay and she bobbed up and down on me until I was about to let loose down her throat.

“Stop,” I cried out, not wanting the moment to be over, needing to savor our time together.

She pulled her mouth off of me and smiled, the widest most glorious grin.

“I thought you liked it when I put my mouth on you,” her eyes sparkled in the low light of a tent somewhere else in the world.

I had no idea where we were, in which kingdom or world, but we were together and there was suddenly a bed big enough for the both of us. She stood over me and carefully untied the laces on her tunic.

“I love your mouth, Aria, but I want to last all night. I want to have you over and over again. I need to feast upon your pussy and feel my tongue inside your heaven.” I was still so frantic.

“And you will,” she pulled the laces apart exposing her bare breasts for me, only me, before she slid the garment over her head and stood there naked for my sight as she unbelted her fighting leathers and slid them down her lean legs. She wore no underclothing and so her beautiful sex, neatly trimmed and perfectly formed beckoned my mouth.

“I can’t move, but I must have you,” I cried out, feeling frustrated and dazed by drugs and poison.

“Oh you will have me.” Aria’s leg mounted over my center as she leaned down and kissed my lips again.

I could feel the slickness of her arousal on my stomach as she slipped her tongue into my mouth and used her fingers to tangle my hair. She swiped her tongue over my lips and her expression turned feral. “Leave your mouth open,” she commanded as she lifted herself up from my chest and placed her slick pussy over my open mouth. “Here my darling, you have me.”

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