Camilla •

The days and nights inside the fortress seem to go by slowly. A small calendar card I kept in my pocket from my maid uniform tells me I've been here for three weeks since the day I was abducted, but it feels like a whole year now. And the things we did every day and night, oh the things we did.......

Blushing hard, I strayed my mind away from it all. The king's in his what he called a built-in gymnasium, exercising. I discovered it days before when I went wandering where he went and found him doing what I figured later on was called a bench press or something. He was very sweaty, groaning from every move of his big veiny arms like a manual labourer on a busy harbour minus the dirt and grease, but he still looked every inch of the ruler that he is. The sight prompted my legs to clench itself. Why?

Despite me being a prisoner, I can roam around freely except in two adjacent rooms. The sign says 'OFF LIMITS'. It got me thinking why. I stayed away from it, but I familiarize myself with the rest of the fortress. If I want to be free then I must be wise.

Taking off my clothes in the shower to refresh myself of last night's sticky mess, I noticed a red splotch of fluid in the center of my white underwear.

Blood.

I was momentarily confused for why there's blood in my vagina. Oh! It's my monthly period! And what a relief to see the once hated occurrence every month that always came with cramps.

I am not pregnant. Yet.

The relief was temporary, though. My shoulders sagged. Seeing as the king made it clear to me of his intentions of impregnating me has not yet succeeded. Fear creeped in me, my scalp prickling with nerves.

Just then the door to the bath room opened and I panicked. I need to hide my panties! He'll keep me here longer if he knows. But my nerves kept me in place, the white garment dangling in my fingers.

"Camilla, I already told you we'll always shower toge-", he stopped when he saw what I have in my hands and what's in it.

"What do we have here? Are you on your period?" He asked calmly, but his eyes were calculating. Of course he'll know! How stupid of me to think that he won't.

"Y-yes Nikolov, I-I guess so." My tears started falling, fat liquid rolling along with my heightened emotions. Naked and vulnerable, not a good combination especially in a confined space.

He backed me up in the corner. Pulling my hair tie behind, he sniffed my neck from base to my collarbone. He was gentle but it scared me more. The tip of his nose then prodded my breasts, sniffing it too. He reminded me of a wolf. An alpha.

"Even without a bath you smell so good, baby. So damn good it makes my mouth water. I want you now."

"But I'm bleeding, my king. It...it's disgusting." I tried to reason out with the young boy. Given our close proximity I can clearly see our age difference. How I can easily pass up as his older relative is another thing that bothers me.

"May I remind you again who I am. I am the king of Romanovia. A little blood won't harm me. In fact, it excites me." I was flabbergasted.

"What..what do you mean, my king?"

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Nikolov •

I have to work double, triple time, then.

Her being not pregnant yet means I have to plant more seed in her womb which calls for more fvcking. Damn, I'm a lucky sonofabitch.

But, I'll be even luckier when she bears my children. Never ever fails to raise my aching rod when I think of her heavy with my offspring. This I don't understand. It's not the thought of claiming the highest power that gets me excited, but the mental image of a certain woman with big, protruding stomach in the kitchen or lying in my bed. What has gotten into me.

Seeing her panties tainted with menstrual fluid gives me great dismay, but not anger. No. I now treat it as a personal challenge for myself and I don't back down on challenges. Ever.

"Yeah, your natural scent is very pleasant to my senses. An aphrodisiac. My own brand of aphrodisiac." Her response was just what I wanted. Shy yet submissive.

"Y-You're not angry? I mean..." I get her point. More reason for me to keep her here longer than I anticipated. Oh well, things don't always go my way. I acknowledge that. But looking at it it's more of a blessing in disguise. I get to be with her far longer...

I got her white cotton panties from her grasp and tossed it behind me. We got some serious business to attend to. And I need cooperation from her if I want it to be successful.

"Disappointed, yes. Angry, no. Horny, yes." Her beautiful hazel eyes widened in alarm.

The last part we're going to remedy right now.

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After that bloody encounter in the shower, I left Camilla to properly clean herself. If I'll have my way we wouldn't be even done by now, but we need to stop because of her cramps. Thank goodness I'm not a woman.

Clad in just my white boxer briefs I replied to emails in my laptop, sitting comfortably in our bed. I clicked on a button and a video played. In it were the council discussing current situations in far flung areas of the kingdom, some possible land disputes which are normal events and rumors of war. My ears perked up.

Just then my inbox dinged, a new email has arrived. From my secretary.

"My king, I apologize for this intrusion. Lady Arabella has been asking for your whereabouts. With your permission, I will send her and her companions if you so wish. Say it and it will be done. Best of everything, to you and to your lady."

I honestly forgot about that girl. She's pretty, but an airhead. She got nothing on my woman. My? Yours?

Contemplating what to do with the situation, another email arrived. This time it's from Hans, my head butler.

"Your Majesty, Miss Amelia and her son are wondering where the lady might truly be. Her absence has raised questions among the staff. In your order I'll present a good alibi. Trust that this will be settled in short time."

First, Arabella. And then the staff. I'm pretty sure the council are making theories in their opportunistic heads by now. I would have to douse the fire this early on.

To my secretary I responded with a brief message.

"Yes. That would be helpful. Tell the lady personally I would call for her when I return from my trip. If she asks more questions, tell her to shut up." I'm a dick.

To Hans I replied,

"Tell Amelia she's on an official business trip with me as she is MY personal maid. No more questions. I know she can be persistent. I will deal with her myself when we return."

Hitting send the bathroom door opened and out came Camilla in a fluffy white robe. She looks comfortable in it. Her habit of staring at the ground never cease to irritate me as she makes her way to the walk-in closet.

I put my computer aside and beckoned for her to come to me instead. She hesitated, then came around the right side of the bed where I sat.

My feet on the carpeted floor, I untied the sash to her robe even before she could protest. She looked away warily, then closed her eyes to what I was doing. Surrender, is what she is doing. I fvcking love it!

"Good girl. My good girl." I cooed appreciatively and went to roam my eyes to her luscious body. Tugging her hand closer, I inhaled her womanly scent and stored it in memory.

After some licks and bites in her upper body, I lowered my sight. A track of blood has made its way to her legs. And it struck me. I didn't anticipate menstruation so I didn't think of storing tampons or sanitary pads.

Damn. What are alternatives for tampons? I racked my brain for answers. Fabric, yes.

"Stay here. I'll get you something to wear temporarily." I took a mental note to let Hans bring tampons and sanitary pads.

I got her a dark hanky which I think would suffice. Or we could cut up one of my shirts. I ended up bringing more.

"Take this. And wash up again." I handed her the items and motioned for her to the bathroom. She seemed at a loss for words at my behavior. Even I am surprised of my actions. I am the king. I am supposed to be high and mighty, and yet here I am mending a woman's monthly cycle.

Who does this kind of shit?

When she went to change I called Hans and told him to have one of my trusted men buy the necessities and have it delivered to me. Told him to be discreet. A little caution wouldn't hurt, it's actually wise knowing that I have a lot of adversaries around lurking, waiting for me to make one single mistake.

I dressed for the day. Every after breakfast I go to what I call a sunroom, where a view outside can be seen through a floor-to-ceiling digital screen plastered on the center of the wall. Hikers are a common image, lost in the woods, and wild animals too that I monitor after they make an appearance in the feed. An expert advised to tame them, but they are naturally wild. Though they haven't posed any danger to people if they don't harm them. I have made quite a few friends, the wolves. They call unto me for an unexplainable reason.

It was two years ago that I stumbled upon a she-wolf lying in the meadows down the lake in the middle of the forest, whimpering as if in pain. I was out patrolling before sunset with my men. She was a white beauty, her eyes a clear blue sky. But what amazed me was the three pups that lay on the ground, latching in her breasts.

A mother feeding their young is a deadly opponent, who can sense immediate danger whenever unknown creatures were around their territory. That was not the case. She was badly injured from a gunshot from a poacher, barely alive but still breathing.

Fortunately, I know a personal veterinarian who have had handled situations like that before and saved the life of the mother, saving the little pups as well.

I have watched them grow and grew a fondness over them through live feeds and personal contact the past two years. It's time I introduce them to a new friend.

Going out the only exit above the ground, after surrounding the perimeter with my private army, I brought Camilla to the lake in the middle of the forest.

"What are we doing here, my ki-, Nikilov?" She changed her words when I glared at her. "Are you...am I free?"

I decided not to answer her inquisition. She knows me better by now. I don't let go of things I consider mine. Including her.

"I want to introduce you to some friends. They're naturally aggressive, but they won't hurt you." I assured her. "Stay calm."

She nodded but her eyes spoke confusion and fear. They won't hurt what's mine, baby.

I mimicked their cry and howled to the sunset air. Two short and a long howl later, thick white and grey furs came to greet me from the opposite side of the lake. The once young pups are now full blooded alphas in their own right and their mother a constant supporter to her kin.

I felt Camilla move and held onto my arm, hiding from the beasts' baring their teeth to the unfamiliar intruder.

"N-Nikolov, will you feed me to them? I-" I stopped her with my hand. Ridiculous.

Looking into their eyes one after the other, I slowly crouched down and scooped water with my hands.

I drank from it and scooped another handful and offered it to my woman, just like what I did to them that fateful day.

"Drink."

Without a word Camilla sipped water from my hands, a noticeable tremble in her lips. Once done I snaked my arm to my woman's waists and looked at the four big carnivores standing proudly still. A look of recognition passed their azure eyes, reflecting what I understand was acknowledgement.

They howled long into the fading sun before striding away into the darkening forest grounds.

Our interaction was brief, but I was satisfied with the outcome.
I have finally found a partner.

I have finally found my mate.

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