23 Chapter 23: God, if you only know how it kills me everyday to miss your touch.   

Damien's POV

It's been three months since I last had contact with Angelique and four months since I left the palace. She's four and a half months pregnant now, and the baby will come soon. I heard her belly had grown quite a lot and that the baby was surely healthy. Maidservant Rose wrote to me often, reporting about my wife's pregnancy. She believes that Angelique carries a boy inside her belly. She also reported the group Angelique has made with all the women left in the kingdom. She truly is different from the rest of them, insisting on doing something rather than nothing. I hate that I admire that about her.

In the four months that I've been away, there's not a single battle I didn't win. I reclaimed my title as the fiercest warrior alive, and yet here I am still feeling a void inside. There was something missing. Silver said that it was just me missing the baby or longing for it. But how could I miss someone I don't even know? Let alone someone who doesn't even exist yet. I often ponder on whether or not I should send Angelique another letter. Maidservant Rose mentioned that Angelique kept asking about me. Perhaps it's time I send her something. To win her affection at least.

I got up and wrote her a letter that may lift her spirits.

Angelique,

It's been a while. I wanted to write to you because it has been so long since we've spoken. Maidservant Rose often mentions you in her letters to Silver and me. She said your belly has grown enormously—a sign that the babe you carry is healthy and strong. Soon enough, you will give birth to your child. I intend to be there when the time should come.

I suppose people still keep you in the dark regarding the war. I heard you went against my wishes and started a group of women, training them to become warriors. As a prince, I am impressed. But as your husband and father to the child you're bearing, I ask you to step aside. This is no time for you to be training these people. Now is the time for you to be binging or whatever it is that pregnant women do.

How are you doing these days? I would like to hear it from you this time and not just from Maidservant Rose. I also wonder if you finished reading the book I left you. Any thoughts about it? I can't believe I'm saying this, but for some reason, I do miss you. Call it the effect of the baby, but I do miss you. I miss how we bicker every single day. I miss the way you roll your eyes at me and how you call me out on all my shit. I miss your laughter. I miss the way you touch me and hold me. God, if you only know how it kills me every day to miss your touch.

Write to me, Angelique. I want to know if you think of me the same.

Your Husband,

Prince Damien Cross

I gave the letter to the messenger, instructing him to deliver it along with a bouquet of red roses. I think that should be romantic enough to tug at her heart. Thanks to the baby, she's an emotional person. This is my chance to win her heart and have her in the palm of my hand.

Today's the same as any day. We move to the outskirts of the land of King Steve of Stone—the rebels' next target. It shan't be long before we defeat them yet again. But something feels off. Sometimes, I feel as though the job is too easy. We've only lost ten men since the new war began. It seems bizarre that we easily killed them all.

I sighed, leaning back on my bed. It was about four in the morning, and I could hear the audible moans and grunts coming from the other tents. I suppose the men are enjoying their victories with the whores they've hired. The natives of this place are quite beautiful and tempting, but I kept to myself. None of them seems to seduce me into bed. All I could think about was Angelique and her body. That tiny but thick frame of hers. She had the right amount of curves in all the right places. I can't stop thinking about the nights we've spent, including the night I took her virginity. She was soft and supple. The way she moved and moaned... It was paradise. She didn't know anything and yet she makes me want more every single time we've done it. That first night, I saw the fear in her eyes and all I wanted to do was to calm her. I know I'm a monster, but I didn't want to force her to sleep with me. It was just our duty and we had to do it. I know I've done my part in making it less agonizing for her. Honestly, I wanted to give her all the pleasure I could give that she felt so ashamed of wanting me. In the end, she ended up pleasuring me the same, making me feel disgusted at myself for also wanting her.

I found myself aroused by the thought of her. I groaned, looking at my erect member. I want Angelique right now. I pushed down my pants, staring at my penis. I had to do something about it.

Without warning, a woman entered my tent. She blushed at the sight of me. She looked just about the same height and frame as Angelique. She came over, curtsying to me in respect. "I have come to please you, Prince Damien," she said, keeping her eyes on me. She looked innocent—almost like the same way Angelique did. She was dressed in a cream nightgown that was almost sheer, giving me enough view.

"Fuck," I cussed, staring at her. She is a cheap knockoff of Angelique; that's for sure. I can't control it anymore. I've spent almost five months without touching anyone. I deserved some comfort after winning every battle thrown at me.

I came towards her, standing her up. "You know who I am?" I asked, ripping her dress from her body. She stood naked before me, looking quite nervous.

"The Prince of Cross," she replied, almost trembling.

I took off my shirt and my pants, still staring deep into her eyes. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and so was her ass.

"So you know of my reputation?" I asked, throwing her to the bed. She fell hard, trembling beneath me. "Don't worry," I whispered, "Not a single woman came home not wanting more from me." With that said, I thrust into her hard, feeling the tightness of her canal. Strange. She's so tight. I glanced at her scrunched-up face. Was she a virgin? I thrust again, watching her face. I kept doing so at a slow and steady pace, waiting for her to react. Instead, she stayed still, trying her best to keep her mouth shut.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked, sliding out of her.

"No," she lied, insisting on continuing the deed. She took my cock into her hand, positioning it back to her entrance. "Please do not worry, your grace," she assures me, "This is not the first time I have done this."

I had only lain with one virgin in my life and that's Angelique. I'm sure I can differentiate the difference between pure women and whores. She is definitely a virgin.

"Please, Your Majesty," she pleaded with her eyes, "Let us continue. I cannot return without pleasing you."

"Whatever," I said, pushing it in harshly. I heard her hiss at my movement. I crashed my lips into her, distracting her from the pain between her legs. I entered her mouth, wrestling her tongue as I continued to thrust deeper and harder. I could hear her moans of pain and her deep breaths with every thrust I made. Soon enough, her hisses dropped and were replaced by moans of pleasure. I smirked as she dug her nails into my skin, pounding deep inside her.

"Do you want more?" I asked, slowing my pace, teasing her.

"Yes," she struggled to say.

I hear myself grunting at my thrusts, feeling her insides coiling up around my hard cock. "Say my name," I demanded between thrusts.

"Damien," she screamed, her nails digging further. I continued to pleasure her until she reached her high, wrapping her arms around me. She finished before I did. Panting, she asked, "Did I please you, your grace?"

"No," I replied, flipping her to her back. "You mean to please me, right?"

"Yes," she stammers, trying to keep her balance.

I put her on all fours, positioning my shaft into her back door. "This may hurt," I said, pushing it in.

"Ouch," I heard her grunt, almost falling off her balance. Still, she kept her body still and firm on the bed. feeling me go in and out of her. I could hear her muffled cries switch into moans.

I pounded in and out, finding myself screaming Angelique's name again and again. In this act of passion, all I could think of was Angelique. Every image of her in my memory only made me harder and crave her touch. Fuck it. She's powerful and I can't get her off my mind. Soon enough, I finished inside this woman's ass, falling on top of her. I slid out of her, still feeling deprived.

The girl looked at me and my still-hardened cock. I suppose this is what five months of no sex does to a man. I felt like a beast waiting to devour its prey. She climbed on top of me, sliding my dick inside her. She moaned, riding it slowly.

I moaned, watching as she jumped up and down. Sitting up, she wrapped her arms around my neck for support, riding me harder and faster than before. She took the lead, crashing her mouth onto mine, wrestling with my tongue for dominance. "Use me as you wish," she said between moans, jumping harder and faster.

"Angelique," I grunted as she quickened her pace. As I neared my climax, I said, "I cannot cum inside you."

She nodded, sliding off me. She turned around, bending over, allowing me entrance into her back door. I gladly accepted the gesture, pounding her back. I came, filling her up. Panting, we both lay on the bed sweaty.

"Should they ask you if you pleased me, tell them you did," I said, handing her a pouch full of silver coins. "That should be enough to please the people you work for."

"Thank you, your grace," she said, trying to stand up.

I covered her with a blanket, allowing her to rest. "Just stay," I said, "If you do that, they'll truly believe it. Also, make sure they never send a virgin in my quarters ever again. I take no pleasure in fucking clueless women."

"yes," she replied, still trying to catch her breath.

Out of nowhere, Jonah entered my tent looking rather pissed. "Have you finished?" he asked.

I smirked, standing up, still naked. "I have," I replied, "Would you like a turn, Jonah? I'm sure the lady would be happy to take your virginity away as I have just taken hers. Funny. She almost felt like Angelique."

The girl fled, and she did the right thing.

"You disgust me," he spat, glaring at me. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

"I am a prince who has led his people to victory," I said proudly, "I earned this much after five months of being chaste. You, my friend, need a good fuck. Shall I call one for you?"

"If Angelique hears of this.."

"What?" I argued, "She won't care because she knows men are able to have as many mistresses as they please. She knows her place."

"I will be sure to let her know of your infidelity," he says, turning his back.

I smirked. "You wouldn't dare. If you cause her distress, you will be the reason why her child dies inside her. She will be named useless and she'll hate you forever."

"Fuck you," was all he said before leaving my tent. Fuck indeed. I can't believe I lost control like that. Whatever happens, Angelique shouldn't find out about it.

"Fuck!" I groaned in frustration, clutching my hair. What the hell have I done?