The Dark Prince's Desire

He awoke to a tangled mess of sheets covering him. Darkos snapped his eyes open; did any of that really happen? If it did he didn't remember getting back into bed...maybe it had just been a dream. He sat up grumbling as he untied the knot of sheets. Grabbing a towel he slowly made his way towards the bathroom.
"One hell of a dream if it was one." He muttered, locking the door.
After a nice cool shower he rushed back to the room to get dressed; laying neatly on the bed were a pair of dark blue jeans and a black t shirt. He stood there stunned for a moment...hadn't he worn those last night?
"I hope you don't mind." A voice interrupted his thoughts.
Darkos flinched and glanced behind him.
Archibald stood in the hallway holding a stack of clothes. "I think these might fit you, I thought you might want some clean clothes."
"Oh..oh, right, thanks!" Darkos wedged the door closed slowly."I'mmmmmm just going to get dressed then." he breathed a sigh of relief as he locked the door. May as well. He took the clothes and tried them on; the pants fit a little baggy but not bad, the shirt however was just the right size. Ok, at least they're not the same clothes as...in my dream? He wondered if he should talk to Rose, or pretend like nothing happened. The more that he thought about it, he wasn't sure if anything really did happen.
He sighed and adjusted his helm before leaving the room once more. He thought it looked a bit odd, but then again not wearing it would probably look worse. These people were letting him stay in their home, the least he could do is not freak them out any more than necessary.

"Good morning." He called out as he entered the kitchen downstairs. He hoped things wouldn't be too awkward at breakfast. His eyes found Rose busy over the kitchen stove. He tried not to stare and turned his focus on food.
"Morning!" Arthur beamed, "You're just in time for pancakes."
Darkos sat down at the far end of the table next to the boy.

Arthur's mom; now finished with the stove; carried a large platter stacked high with pancakes.
"I accidentally made too much. I thought everyone would be joining us this morning, but it looks like it's going to be just us three."
"Well in that case, you made the right amount." Darkos reached towards the center of the table and dragged several jars of jam towards him. "Honey?"

"Yes?" Rose answered unconsciously. Realizing her mistake she froze. "Umm...you were asking if we had honey." She felt the need to state that out loud. "Umm..I think so. I'll just go check in the pantry." With that she hurried out of the kitchen.

"Okaaaaayyy." The warrior had a bewildered look. "That was a bit weird right?" He looked over to Arthur, who shrugged in reply.
In the pantry, Rose paced nervously. "What were you thinking?" She scolded herself under her breath; Pacing back and forth. "It was just a little slip...nothing to get worked up about."

"Who's 'worked up' now?" A deep voice sounded from behind her.

Rose turned around with a start. "Oh! I was just trying to find the honey." She said a little louder than necessary.
"Then I'll help you.", Darkos moved in to view, a sly grin just visible. He moved closer still, so close that his body was just barely grazing her. He stopped.
Rose stood frozen in place, looking into deep golden eyes. "I...uh.." was all she could manage.
Darkos reached forward and slipped his arm under hers, he was extremely close now.
A gasp escaped Rose's lips; she could feel her heart beating considerably faster. What was he going to do? Her thoughts raced.
"I think I know where the honey is." He whispered by her ear.
Oh-god, oh-god, oh-god! screamed Rose's mind. He's so close. Take normal breaths; she reminded herself.
He pressed up against her lightly.
"Darkos..."she breathed
"Here." He pulled his arm back from behind Rose to present a bottle of honey. "Honey. " his teeth flashed, like a shark getting its first scent of blood.

It was like a story she had heard before -- many times, many versions -- where the man has taken hold over her entire body with just a few words. ‘Is that all it takes?’ Rose wondered as her hand instinctly gripped the lower cabinet of the pantry.
“Y-you found it. Good," she avoided his gaze a little.
Despite her best efforts Darkos could see her face as clear as day, though he was having a little trouble reading her. Her body was quite distracting, quivering near him like the night before. Images swept through his mind, sweet smooth skin gripping against his thighs, dew on the grass tickling the palms of his hands as his nails dug into the mud. As vivid those memories were, Darkos had been made a fool too many times to just assume it wasn’t all in his head.
“Rose?” his hand reached forward to land gently on her shoulder. Darkos nearly smiled seeing her make eye contact again, “I-uh...I was wonderin’...”
“Rose!” a voice called from upstairs making both of them jump. “This blasted washing machine is spitting up soap again!”
Sliding away from the tall insectoid man Rose called back, never leaving Darkos’s gaze and dashed up the stairs, “I’ll be right there dad!”
Darkos just wanted to laugh, that would be his luck. Walking back into the kitchen, he solemly sat next to a blissfully ignorant Arthur who was eating his breakfast as normal. Everything was twisted, topsy-turvy. Back in necropolis he hadn’t had to deal with such odd dizzy spells like he did here, maybe it was a height thing. Taller beings were just confused all the time perhaps, but there were exceptions. Arthur was young but sure of himself. He knew where he was, what he needed to do, hell the kid was aware of WHO he was in almost any given situation. Darkos would have been lying if he wasn’t a little jealous. After all, the insect-man had trained all his life, fought all his life; yet this child who had eaten lavish breakfasts like this everyday, playing and only knowing how to be a kid all his life, was far more sure than he. No wasn’t a height thing at all.
“Are you alright?” Arthur looked up from his plating, licking the crumbs off his fingers.
“Yeah, yeah,” Darkos shrugged as he opened the container of honey, “just getting used to my surroundings is all. Getting honey from a jar is much safer than staking out a beehive.”
The kid laughed gently, “I’ll bet it’s difficult. I know I had trouble getting used to the Minimoy’s way of things at first, but I’m sure you’ll catch on.”
“At least then Selenia was more than willing to help you,” Darkos teased as he poured honey over his stack of pancakes.
When a light blush decorated Arthur’s face, the insect-man laughed and was about to reach over to pat the kid on the back but quickly decided against it. Darkos’s strength was something he had to watch out for both in this world and back home. More often than not he had broken a glass in his hand simply by getting too excited or distracted. Immediately, he turned towards his breakfast and began shoveling the pancakes in his mouth.
“Um, Darkos?” the kid asked gently, playing with his fork in one hand. “Can I ask you something?”
“Mm?” Darkos gently hit his chest to swallow the mouth full of pancakes.
“I was wondering if you’d help grandpa with some yard work, if possible.”
“Yard work?” the insect-man rolled his tongue over the unusual word, savoring some left over honey in the process.
“Yeah,” Arthur continued. “I mean, he and grandma are getting rather old and I know that you’re very strong and all---”
The rest of the child’s words died down as Darkos focused on the word ‘strong.’ It made him feel proud that someone found him strong, and now he was being asked a favor. A favor from someone Darkos would like to call a friend.
“Sure thing Arty,” he grinned his big toothy grin. “Anything for a fellow warrior.”
Arthur smiled warmly and thanked the insect-man, “Just ask grandpa what to do after breakfast. I've got to clean my room. Mom wasn’t too happy when I left my race cars on the floor again.”
The boy got up out of his seat, dumping the empty plate and utensils to the filled sink.
“Right,” Darkos focused again on his meal, taking the jar of honey in his hand again.
As Arthur left the room, Darkos noticed the faint hue of pink in the corner of his eye. Rose. For so long since his father took interest in the Minimoys again, Darkos had spent his nights alone. If he concentrated he could hear the delicate sound of her voice, like petals gently floating on a lake. She was talking to Arthur about something he didn’t care to decipher, all that mattered was her presence. Even by his own father Darkos had been told it was rude to stare, but something about the way the sun hit her through the old window panes of the house made him forget his old man’s words. M was a subject he no longer cared about, even the mere thought of his lectures made the young son’s blood boil. No, can’t focus on the bad, focus on her. Suddenly Rose’s eyes met his and grew wide, mouth parting ever so gently; she was about to speak, and Darkos stretched his ears in anticipation.
“Your hand!” she gasped. “Do you--I’ll get you some napkins.”
Twisting his mouth in a confused expression, Darkos suddenly felt sticky. Looking down at where Rose pointed he could see that the jar had broken causing the little bit of honey left to drip all over his long fingers. With a small groan Darkos realized he forgot his own strength yet again. It wasn’t fair that the world felt like cardboard around him, everything so delicate.
“Here,” Rose’s gently dabbed a napkin on his hand, “we’ll have to wash your hand and get you some bandages.”
“No,” the deeper tone of his voice made her stop, allowing him the privilege to gaze into her eyes yet again.
“My uh, skin, is tougher than it looks,” Darkos held up his non-injured, sticky hand to her. “Besides, I want to clean it myself.”
The insect-man grinned as her eyes grew wide while he began to slowly lick his fingers one by one. His tongue being vigilant to slide up one finger and down the next, wrapping around each digit, careful not to miss a single drop. Darkos remembered the sounds she made as he thrust each digit inside her, the moans, the begging. How he missed it and craved it like honey.
Rose quickly glanced around the kitchen; making sure that no one was in earshot, or would barge in unannounced. She turned her focus back to the large warrior. "You can't keep doing that." She scolded

"I'm sorry." He said coyly, "can't keep doing what?"

The woman sighed in frustration. "Now isn't the time to play dumb. You know what you're doing, so stop it." She said firmly.

Darkos was taken aback a little. Hadn't she been the eager one; the one who had come to his room and asked him directly...even begged him?
"Um..ok." he sounded dejected.

"My god you drive me crazy sometimes," Rose grabbed the warriors large hand that had been previously coated with honey and inspected it once more.

"I told you my skin--" his words caught in his throat; the sudden sensation of the womans tongue running over his fingers caught him by surprise.

"...tastes good." Rose pressed herself against the tall insectoid man "...but," she reached under his belt and gently stroked his hardening member. "...I think this will taste better."

The warrior stood silent and watched as the woman undid his belt and slid his pants down just enough for him to be exposed.

"What if someone--" Darkos sentence was cut short again as Rose's lips wrapped around him. His mind went blank. All he could concentrate on was the wonderful feeling of her mouth; warm, wet, and eagerly taking him in.
He groaned softly as she continued to work on him. His hands clenched tightly atop the island counter, hoping that he wouldn't break anything. But...damn!

What was even better than that, was the fact that it wasn't a dream after all. They had been together last night...why had he not remembered? Maybe his mind rejected the idea of himself being truly happy; the thought horrified him. 'No. I deserve something good in my life.' Darkos reassured himself. His mind drifted off again as he watched his goddess pleasure him.

Rose's blonde locks swayed back and fourth as her head bobbed; her hands gripped tightly to his thighs.
Her tongue swirled over every hardened inch, just as he had done with his honey coated fingers.

He wanted to pleasure her this way. He licked his lips in anticipation, wanting to taste the nectar of her sweet flower. Later. He reminded himself; he wanted to take his time. He wanted to savour it.

"Do you like this?" Rose asked as her delicate fingers wrapped around him.

Darkos nodded fervently,"You're amazing." He gave a playful growl before lifting her up; placing her on the counter top.
The large man paused to gaze at his woman. Yes, she was his...all his. No one else was to going to have her. He would make sure of that. Anyone who tries to get in the way...His jaw clenched tightly at the thought.
His gaze turned lustful as he watched the petite woman slowly lift her skirt.

She had the same look of lust in her eyes as she stared back at him. She bit her plump bottom lip and slowly spread her legs. Never before had a man looked at her with such intensity, such desire. Even on her wedding night she was sorry to say. But this...my god. The way she felt when she was around him, it was as if nothing else in the world mattered.
"Darkos..." she pleaded softly.

He couldn't get over it. The fact that he had a beautiful woman that was willing--no, enthusiastic about the idea of having him. Of wanting him. To be needed was something that he never had but sorely wanted. All his life..all he ever wanted was to feel loved. Truly and sincerely loved.

At her plea he moved closer, leaning over the counter, rolling the woman gently on her back.
He felt her soft legs wrap tightly around him. He couldn't help himself, as he slowly worked his way inside of her.
"Feel good?" He pushed himself deeper and could feel her muscles seize in response.
Rose gasped as she dug her nails into his back, "Y-yes."
They rolled their hips in time with one another, sensually and slow. The two savored every moment as they continued to make love.
Not nearly as frenzied as last night; this was different. The love they shared now was passionate, spiritual. They could both sense each other's desires. This was far past the physical need that they once had for one another.

"I--need--you!" Darkos groaned out with each thrust. "I want to come in you again." he whispered by the woman's ear. "Rose...my Rose...all mine."

At his words, the slender blonde gripped onto his shoulders tightly. She nipped along his neck and took one of his ears in her mouth.
The warior took a sharp breath as he felt he warmth of her tongue caress his earlobe. He had never experienceed anything like this, surprised that he really enjoyed it. He had never thought that this would be one of his kinks; every nip and touch sent his heart ablaze. Even the lightest touch, no, especially the lightest touch was so much more intense than he had ever dreamed.

Rose ran her fingers down the warriors tight back, his muscles flexed and his wings twitched under her touch. She loved the way he reacted to her, it was like he was under a spell. She would be lying if she said she didn't feel similar. She couldn't lie to herself any longer, she knew what these feelings were. They were so strong now; urgent and demanding. Her soul ached for this man. It was as if something inside of her had awakened, something that lay sleeping for an eternity. Awakened by him and him alone.
"Claim me." Her breathing was getting quicker. "Make me yours."

At the word "yours" the large man abandoned what little control he had left; he tore himself out of her and plunged back in at full force. Feeling himself push past her innermost barrier with a dull snap, he came stream after stream for what felt like minutes.

Rose nearly passed out as the extreme pain and ecstasy tore through her being. Her mind faded to white, her ears rang, her vision dotted with flashes, all while the powerful surge of her climax pulsed deep in her core. Her body arched and tensed as she clung to him as hard as she could.

The two held each other as their bodies relaxed; neither wanted to break their connection.

The warrior placed a large hand on the womans head and stroked her hair as he pulled away gently. "I hope I didn't hurt you," Darkos planted a small kiss on Rose's forehead, "My Queen..." the words were barely audible, yet the meaning was still there. His eyes found hers; sharing a moment of realization.
"I've never felt like this before." He paused, hoping that his words weren't too cliché to be taken seriously.
"I feel the same way. I can't really explain it, but this connection, it's different from anything I've ever known. It's raw, intense, spiritual, emotional..." The small blonde snaked her arms around the insect-man's neck and hugged him suddenly.
"I..I think I..." she whispered then stopped suddenly.
Darkos saw that someone was standing in the kitchen doorway, someone, who he would have liked to call a friend.
"Damn."