I slept deeply. Extremely tired from that day's chores.

My eyes were shut when I heard footsteps in the tent.

My eyes opened. I was supposed to be alone, so, who was that? My heart sped. Before I could fully see who else was in the tent with me, a sack was thrown over my face and the next minute, I felt a deeper cold, colder breeze, as though I was in the air. But, how could I possibly be in the air?

I screamed. Where was I?

A while later, I stopped feeling the intense cold anymore, and then, felt myself being tied. 

Mother of Light. Who's this?

My hands were tied. My legs, spread wide. And then, the sack over my head was removed.

I gasped.

There was Regalis, gazing into my eyes. "Re...Re..." I stammered. Looked around, we were in his cabin in the magicless land. When I felt like I was in the air, I was truly there. On Shalott!

I started to smile, as joy flowed into my heart, from seeing Regalis's handsome countenance, after a few days of missing it, and then, I remembered that he lied to me. From Griffin, I accidentally learnt the previous day, that Regalis and his friends had not gone to the South to investigate any matter but, instead, to fight a war.

Tarko Kingdom tried to invade Armalith again. But since, they couldn't invade through the North, for fear of Shalott, and her fire, which they've already tasted in the past, they tried to take the South.

And so, to avoid needless loss of lives of his soldiers, when he was certain he'd win, Regalis only went with his close friends - Ashton, Cederic, Nadia and Brayton. Four persons! Who goes to war with just four persons behind him. For gods'sake, he could have died! Maybe from an accident.

But, even Griffin, who told me the truth, sounded confident in the Gifts of the five. According to him, because he has seen them in battle before, together, the Gifts of the five of them was unconquerable.

He said to me, "have you ever seen a bright sunny day, suddenly, turn into one with a violent storm? Dark clouds, covering the sky. The enemies can't see a thing. Soldiers, falling off their horses in the storm. Wild fires, spreading round the camp. And racing through the sky to land down on anyone running free, are lightning bolts. Tell me, who should be more scared? Us or the enemy?" Griffin said.

Hence, that was why he kept Regalis's promise of not telling me the truth. He knew Regalis was going to return safe.

"I can't believe this" I said, "you lied to me. Something unexpected, could've gone wrong on the battlefield" I said.

He smirked, "yet, here I am. Still undefeated" he said, amused.

He moved his face closer and let the tip of his nose rest on mine "I missed this" he said "missed your smell. And taste" he breathed in.

Moving the tip of his nose and lips softly round my face, "I heard you've been a very bad girl".

"I didn't..."

"Shhh" he silenced me with kisses on my lips and cheek.

"You need to be taught a lesson. Aiding so many soldiers in one single day, that at times, you got so exhausted, and fainted once" he said.

Who tattled? Oh no. It had to be Griffin, tattling on both of us. Nice one. "Almost fainted" I corrected.

"Ah. No excuses" he flipped me so fast. That I didn't even notice when he untied me.

He sat on the edge of the bed. And positioned me across his thighs. My backside, perched up high. I felt his fingers, trail over my butt. I flinched. Not because he was harming me. Everywhere he touched...it was as if it formed a straight route to the hottest, most feminine part of me. A single stroke, and I was embarrassingly damp.

He lifted my nightwear. And caressed my bare bottom, lovingly, "so soft. So delicious to bite" he said.

And his words further sent a wave through the callused palms of his hands, to right between my legs. I moaned. What was Regalis doing to me? His voice, unusually low and dangerous. I was both terrified and undeniably aroused by it. Undeniably extremely aroused. 

"I was starved of you these few days" his hands kept stroking my ass "and then, came back to find out, you put your health at risk".

"Now, spread those legs" he growled. "Let me feel that softness there. That treasure that sings only my name". His fingers trailed down my backside, and sank in the already wet folds of my pussy.

"Just like I remember" he moaned "ever soft, wet and tender" his fingers left my cunt, and I heard the sound his lips made, as he licked his fingers, tasting them, like a boy suddenly presented with the most sumptuous, luxurious meal, he and his famiy had ever seen.

"Xemein" Regalis breathed, "you make me so hungry. With you, I always want to taste more".

And my cunt reacted. As though, wanting to make more 'honey' for his pleasure.

And his warm hands pushed my legs further apart. My wetness, getting thicker between my thighs, as I knew this new motion, not only opened my legs, it also spread my pussy lips wide, and I was sure that if he looked down, he would be able to see the sweet wet pink interior of my honey pot.

His fingers returned to the middle of my pussy. Trailed up and down. And then, pressed my clitoris. I moaned. Pleasure, raking through me. For the next few seconds, he played with my clit, toyed with it and circled it and I felt a slight orgasm approaching, when he suddenly stopped. His fingers, abandoning the centre of my thighs.

I writhed on his lap, wanting more. Desperately seeking more, as I rubbed my orgasm-seeking cunt all over his masculine thighs. And I felt his throbbing cock, that staff I longed for, from beneath his cloth, wanting to push out and stab my pussy. Pound my cunt, so fast and hard.

However, the man in control of the staff had other plans.

"If you hold still, your punishment will be over soon" he said.

And without warning, whack!

The stinging slap of his hand on my bare backside made me gasp.

Whack! "You put yourself in the same room with soldiers with communicable diseases" whack! Another stinging swat, crashed on my bottom. Sending ample stimulation to the meeting of my thighs. I rubbed my thighs against each other as I moaned.

Whack! "Very bad girl"

Whack!

It was like my butt was on fire now, and yet, despite that, the dangerous tone of his voice, his concern for my health, all somehow turned the pain into intense pleasure. Into more slippery moisture, forming at the core of my femininity.

More spanks followed, and all my little cunt did, was get wetter and wetter. His spanks, feeling painfully delicious. 

And then, his big palms struck again.

Whack! "You'll not make me worry over you like that again" whack!

"Healers can't heal themselves. So, you must start to consider your wellbeing first, before stressing yourself out, while healing others" whack!

"Regalis!"

"You confronted a Colonel, without me being there" whack! "What if he lost his temper and attacked you?" Whack!

"Please!" I moaned, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. I was now on the verge of weeping, pain slightly taking over. And I wanted to scream, yell out and promise him, that I wouldn't risk my strength to save others again. However, if I say that, that wouldn't be the real me, speaking. It would be me, feeding him lies to please him. So, the truth is, so far as my Gifts remained in me, I'll always do everything possible to utilize my healing Gift maximally.

"So, you want to act stubborn".
Whack! "And make me worried that you will faint again, when exhausted?"

Whack!

Whack!

And he stopped. The spanking, suddenly ending.

He rubbed his hands gently against my fleshy butt, wiggling it and pressing his palm down to ease the sting.

He kissed both cheeks one last time and ordered, in that low dangerous tone he has used all night "walk to the table".

With gentleness, I rose from his thighs. My butt, burning. My pussy, soaking wet, and sticky.

I rested against the edge of the table. My nightwear, still pushed up to my thighs.

He reached where I was, and placed his head on my shoulder. Dropping kisses onto my sensitive neck. "Why do you intend to make me worry about you so much?" his hands swallowed the globes of my soft breasts. "Impeccable" he said, fondling them. And twisting my nipples.

Sometimes, I felt his favourite part of me, was my bosom. But then, immediately had my doubts as he  knelt down, and requested to be served his favourite daily dish.

His breath fanned against my inner thighs, and he inhaled "perfection". Like he just perceived the deepest scent of a roses, gardenia and jasmine garden.

His tongue kissed my clit. And then, my wet cunt. And started lapping it.

"Oh. Regalis"

"More" I moaned.

His tongue continued moving, exquisitely, lapping, and licking and sucking.

He paid special attention to my swollen clitoris. And it was impossible not to feel his tongue in every part of my core. For it was like, my entire pussy was enveloped by the warmth of his mouth. I shrieked. Shoved my hands into his hair, encouraging him. And his tongue did better. Plunging into my hole.

"Fuck!" I yelled.

Dug my hands more tightly than ever into his thick silver hair and rode his face harder, pushing my hips brazenly up to meet his wicked tongue. I couldn't afford for him to be distracted for even a second, as I was getting close.

So close to the edge...

Faster now, he gulped my juices and lapped me harder than before. If there was a malady, one could get from tasting excess of a female's juices, then Regalis would be the first to get it. First to contract it. As his tongue buried itself in me, as though all he had tasted in the last minutes, in the last months, was still not enough to quench his thirst.

"Regalis!"

And he stopped. Right at that moment, that I was certain that just a bit more of his cruel tongue, I'd climax. Riding a glorious orgasm.

He stood up, grinning that devilish smile. And before I knew what he had in mind to do, his hands gripped mine, pushed them behind my back and tied it, and I realised, it was so that I wouldn't be able to get myself off.

And he said, "a bad girl doesn't deserve to climax" his devilish smile, spreading. "And now, your punishment" He pulled off his lower garment, and out came his giant rod of whipping.

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