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Camilla •

Rising up from bed the next day was not easy. My body hurts, especially the junction between my thighs. Moving was difficult but I had to. I am a maid in this palace. I need to do my job without complaints.

I was on the way to the king's chamber when I saw the visitors. They were headed my way, so I moved to the side and bowed down as respect to the lady and her companions.

They stopped walking. The lady faced me, staring at my face like a specimen in a microscope. She's really a beauty, very young. I remembered the king praising her and maybe liking her. Good for them.

"That's you, aren't you? The one who disrespected us last night at dinner with the king. You brought such bad fortune to our first night here in the palace. You hideous woman!" She exclaimed, her tone full of anger and disgust.

"L-Lady Arabella, I apologize for my actions last night. I-I, let me make up for my m-mistakes. M-maybe I can do something for y-you, like errands a-and.."

"That won't be necessary, milady," a familiar voice interrupted my speech. It's Dominik. He's in his uniform. As usual his kindness is vibrating off his aura.

"Lady Arabella, good morning to you. I am Dominik and the king has ordered me to accompany you and your delegates to wherever you wish to go." Dominik told them. It seemed to pacify the young lady and temporarily forget her irritation towards me.

"Oh, good. The king's really nice to me. I know he'll be a good husband. I can't wait to be her queen." She mused dreamily. Her companions were beaming now too.

I excused myself quietly but not before a hand halted my steps.

"Lady Arabella, I will be waiting outside after you have eaten breakfast. Please dress however you like. The king will be joining us after his activities." To this the lady walked away happily with her team and she didn't even spare me a glance to which I'm very grateful for. I don't need additional stress in my life right now.

"S-si- I mean D-Dominik, you have saved me again. I don't know how to properly show my appreciation for all that you've done for me. If there's a-anything I can do to at least thank you, please tell me." I guess it's time for me to have a friend other than Miss A. And to think Dominik's her son is an added feeling of safety I feel with the both of them.

"It's nothing, Camilla. A gentleman is always ready to lend a helping hand to anyone in need. You are a very special lady. It's a pleasure just seeing you and talking to you." He smiled brightly, showing me his even white teeth and the dimples in his cheeks. I don't know why but I don't feel embarrassed with his words.

"I-I really feel that you are my b-brother. Miss A is lucky to have a son like you. I-I feel lucky too to know Miss A and now, y-you. Thank you." I already consider them as my family.

"A brother? Well, I will work on something more than that. I'll leave you to your tasks. See you around, milady." He kissed my hand and turned around to leave. Work on what? I didn't think too much of it.

Arriving at the threshold of the king's chamber, I knocked thrice. I got no response. Relief washed over me like a cold bucket of water in a hot summer day.

As usual I did my tasks as efficiently as I can. Clothes were on the floor, a lot of paper in the center table and things have moved. Some books were not on their usual place. The king's walk-in closet was slightly opened, like he was on a haste to leave. I knew by working here that he didn't like many people inside his room. Only a few of us he allows to get in here.

I checked his closet to see if there's something to be cleaned there. I noticed a portion of his clothes were missing or it was just to be replaced by new ones. I shrugged it off. It's not my business really.

I finished cleaning and making sure all furnitures and things were on their right place. By accident I looked above the fancy chandelier in the high ceiling and there it is. A red light, a dot rather, blinking every now and then. I stared at it. It looks like the thing there in my previous job. Well, I don't know what it is. Again, it's none of my business.

It's time to go to the kitchen. Over time I have also helped in the kitchen. I have taken the position as one of the menu's taster appointed by none other than Miss Amelia. The head chef, Mr. Ivanko did not like me working under him but he let it slide since it's Miss A.

Working till the afternoon I felt so drained of energy but I liked it. It took my mind from things I don't want to think about. I felt useful and productive.

After lunch Miss A announced we can retire to our rooms to rest until we are needed again for the evening tasks. The head butler even handed each of us a glass of fruit juice. I downed it one go. It was so refreshing.

Once inside my room, I lied down in my bed. I planned to use up the needed rest for my body to recover. I felt so sleepy already. Already? Not even a whole two minutes since I laid down and my eyelids are becoming too heavy.

Before I closed my eyes I think I saw a blinking red dot in my ceiling in the corner. Looks familiar.

It's just my imagination playing tricks on me.

With that I finally succumbed to the darkness enveloping my tired frame.

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Nikolov •

Sitting inside this state-of-the-art van parked in the middle of a forest, I patiently wait for my men to arrive with my precious package. In front of me are monitors and hundreds of dials with commands to press.

There in one monitor I watched how my head butler played his part flawlessly. He is really efficient and trustworthy. I'll be sure to give him a raise one of these days.

I've been here since the break of dawn. Setting this all up, orchestrating my plan with some trusted and skilled men I specially hired for this scheme. I chose the best men in their respective fields to assure success of this mission of securing my future in the kingdom.

I have watched how my flower did her assigned tasks, lecherous looks from certain men in the kitchen and the moment she lost consciousness in her bed. Her drink was spiked, of course. The others are not, I made sure of that.

Smiling triumphantly I dialled my butler's number. "Hans, bring her to me now. I'll be watching you."

"Yes, your Majesty." The line then went dead. I leaned in my seat and waited agonizingly. It's just a matter of time and I can finally push through with my plan.

Soon enough a white tinted beat-up Mustang arrived. It looked unsuspicious and normal for a day of adventure with friends and family, I assumed.

I remained inside the van, watching one of my men carry my woman effortlessly. Many other guards were scattered around the perimeter to make sure not one witness is present. These men are skilled. They would kill for me.

Finally, I have the soft package in my arms. Lost to the world. So alive in mine.

"Hey baby." She didn't stir a bit. The sleeping pill would expire tonight. By then we'll be on our destination. She can't escape even if she want to.

"Let's go, Hans." My butler nodded without a word. I situated my flower in the big sofa bed I acquired just for her.

The long travel started and I too slept in the middle of the trip. I woke up and checked Camilla in her state. She's still sleeping. Good.

"Where are we, Hans?" I imagined it won't be long till we arrived.

"Almost there, your Majesty."

Fifteen minutes and I can already see the distorted sign that says 'danger ahead'. This is it.

With rocky roads and muddy trails, we finally arrived. There in a small lot stood an abandoned-looking house. The walls were faded with paint, vines crawling up to the roof and leaves dried and green scattered on the ground.

Well, it's just a façade. For years since I became king, I bought this lot for no apparent reason. The house was already there. I planned to reconstruct it but eventually I came to a better perspective of things. I began to understand how politics worked unpredictably. And so with utmost discretion I built a fortress with the same men I hired for this mission.

I had a gut feeling I can use this somehow. I could never be prouder of myself than at this moment. This will be our nest. I'm feeling giddy like a little boy.

Going inside with my butler, I pressed a remote sensor which is the only way to have access beneath the ground. This is top secret facility only a very few knew about.

Floorboards creaked. Mechanical wheels turned. The floor parted in the middle, showing a stairway which serves as the main passageway to the heart of my underground fortress.

We descended the stairs. The floors automatically closed once we're down, the lights turning on sensing our movements.

The woman in my arms remained immobile, an advantage for me. When we get to the double-steeled doors I handed her to my butler and unlocked it with my fingerprints. Only mine are programmed in the system. It will electrocute anyone who tries to intrude without my permission.

"I can take it from here. Go back to the palace. You'll be my eyes and ears while I'm gone. My secretary will handle everything else."

"Copy, your Majesty. I'll report everything to you. I'll be going now." Hans took his leave. The exit is at the back, leading to a tunnel and stairways above.

Now that everything is settled, I just have to wait for my precious flower to wake up. I caressed her soft chubby cheeks. Even sleeping it's tinted pink. She's both cute and hot in my eyes.

I took a shower first to cool down my heated body. The effect she has in me is overwhelming. No other has made me feel this desire like Camilla Ruscho does.

Clad in just a towel I walked out of the shower into the only bedroom in this place. My new housemate was surprisingly inactive still. I looked at the digital clock. Seven o' clock in the evening. Dinner would have to wait.

I dressed quickly in black and acid washed jeans and a house slipper. No trace of being king if anybody can see me like this. Well, there's only one who can see me like this and she's still out in dreamland.

She's moaning again. In the next second I watched her slowly opened her eyes, looking at the ceiling and then at me standing by the foot of the king-sized bed. Her mind registered the new scenery and the way her black orbs expanded told me she's in the moment already.

Camilla Ruscho resembled a lost little girl right now. It was such a sight to see.

"I'm glad you're awake now. It's dinnertime. I believe it is you're responsibility to feed me." I can see that she's baffled. I'll clear her mind later.

When she stood up from bed all fumbling legs, I quickly caught her before she kissed the floor. I'd rather have me kissing her. And so I did.

I kissed her hard and rough. I am just too thirsty for my flower. Morning or evening breath I have no care as I slid my tongue and searched for hers. I took my time tasting every part of her mouth. In an instant I laid her down again and positioned above her, still kissing her like she's become my lifeline.

She whimpered. I felt her pushing my chest as she struggled for air. My bad.

I let her go reluctantly. Without a sound I helped her get up and we made our way to the kitchen with me dragging her behind me.

"Cook anything. I'm starving." Even in her baggy uniform she's delectable. That clothing is useless as I have seen firsthand what's underneath. My ego won't let me forget I am her first man. And will be her last too by hook or by crook.

I let her be. When she finished cooking I also finished sending my instructions to my secretary and to the council separately through my official email. Though the one I sent my secretary are not official business.

"Y-your Majesty, d-dinner's ready." She said. I noticed she only set a pair of plate and a glass. She then served me with homemade food, the rich scent of spices filling the air. It all looked and smelled delicious.

"Camilla, join me. Though you better get your own plate. You need all the energy for what I have in mind." She looked stunned by my words. She better get used to it.

We ate in silence. I ate enthusiastically as her cooking is superb while she ate in overthinking. It's clearly written in her face that she has a million questions for me. I'll give her all the answers she need when we're both sweaty and naked. My mind is always in the gutter these days. Unsurprising.

I got a bottle of red wine in the cellar while Camilla took care of the dishes. Then I prepared two glasses.

Sitting here in the spacious living room felt surreal. My vision for my kingdom is coming true. When I built this fortress I made sure it'll feel homey and tightly secured when something happens. And here I am about to make the biggest decision for the future of my people.

Time had slowly gone by and Camilla was still in the kitchen. Out of curiosity I went to the kitchen. I caught her trying to open the glass windows then the locked door leading to another level below.

I laughed at her attempt of escaping. I hoped she would have known by now how powerful I am. Running away from me is impossible and just plain stupid. I am the king.

She seemed surprised and afraid to see me catching her evil plan. Well I am the devil incarnate. There's no escaping me.

"Nice try, baby. But try as hard as you might, you are not going out of here until you're pregnant with my heir. I told you to save your energy, didn't I? But because you have defied me over and over again, I believe a punishment is in order."

She kept getting away. We turned in circles in the kitchen while she was begging me to let her go.

"My k-king please I beg of you, please just let me go. There are many girls who are willing to be your wife, your mistress. L-Lady Arabella s-she.. s-she's perfect for you. S-she's perfect for the throne." She's out of breath spouting all those nonsense.

"And pray do tell me why can't I have you? I like this chase you know. It excites me more when I catch you. And when I do you'll be under me screaming my name, but nobody's gonna hear you, baby."

I went for the prize head on. Securing her in the waist, I carried her to the bedroom. She was struggling but I was like a madman hungry for his prey. She bounced in the soft mattress when I tossed her atop carelessly. A punishment is indeed in order for her tonight. She'll see who's the boss here.

"M-my k-k-ki-....N-Nikolov," she begged ever so softly, almost inaudible yet my trained ear heard it just right.

"Repeat it. Say it again. Say it louder." My name sounded divine coming from her lips.

"My king.."

"You know better than to deny me now, flower. Say it again."

"N-N-Nikolov....Nikolov." I savored the sound like a prayer. I'm not even religious but this is the closest thing to being holy.

"You make it so hard to stay mad with you. But. Don't think for one second I'll let you get away that easy for denying what's mine."

"Nikolov, please." Ah, so fvcking good to hear her say my name.

I didn't say a word. Instead I dragged her feet and tore her uniform apart, the buttons flying everywhere. She squeaked and tried to fend me off but I'm having none of her resistance tonight.

Next victim are her matching white cotton brassiere and panties. Adorable but they're getting in my way. I'll buy her a thousand more if she wants too. She won't be needing these when I'll have my way with her.

Gloriously naked, holy fvck.

Getting two neckties in the nearby drawer I prepared for this occasion, I tied both of her wrists into the headboard. Shaking her head no, I still got the silky blindfold in her eyes.

"W-what are you d-doing?" Camilla found her voice.

"Nothing. Just admiring the mother of my future generations." I sounded smug even in my ears.

Grabbing my Polaroid, I took a single shot of the masterpiece before my eyes.
The photo looked exquisite. Erotic, hot and sensual.

"Perfect. Now on to the next phase." Camilla squirmed and kicked on empty air. Amusing.

"Nikolov, what are you planning to do?P-please don't h-hurt me." She must be mistaken.

"Is that why you keep on resisting me? You think I'd hurt you? No, baby. I plan to pleasure you until you submit to me completely."

The woman looked taken aback by my confession. If she only knew the extent of what I did just to claim her fully. Against all sound reasoning and kingdom rules, I am here to make my maid as future queen of the throne, mother of my children.

"By the power vested in me by the high courts of my beloved Romanovia, from this day forward, I shall bound you to me and I am to you. No other will come between us. You shall give me heirs to the throne, successors to my lineage. The heavens as our witness, you are mine and I am yours." I whispered in her ear, as intimate as it should be.

I slipped the ring in her little finger, identical to mine, as a symbol of the first ritual of royal bond to the Igor clan.

One down, four to go.

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Annnnnnd there goes Nikolov getting territorial and possessive. I'd like to say this is part 1 hihi.

Would you like someone as intense and determined like our beloved king? Not to mention he's kinky as hell?! I meannnnn what do you think about getting tied up and then getting photographed? Tell me your thoughts vandits.

Alsooo, thank you vvv much for almost 24k reads! I never imagined it will come this far. Your votes, comments, messages and even the silent readers gives me motivation to continue writing.

I loooove you all seriously. I can't promise to update frequently but know that I will not forsake you for you have become a part of me now.

Do keep safe my vandits. See you on the next update.

- Clara G. 😘