Ileus: The Dark Prince

Anastasia couldn't say that she wasn't intrigued. Curiously she turned another page. It went like this: 'The experience is enhanced when you have two women around you.' The text was followed by another image of a second woman wrapping her arms around his torso as one of hands reached the balls of the man. More was written beneath it. 

She lifted her head when cool gusts of winds swirled around them and it lifted the flap of the tent sending flurries of snow inside that gently swayed in front of her and fell to the ground. She took in a deep breath, happy at the interruption that the wind cooled her skin. Then she turned her attention back to the text written below the picture. It said that make the second girl hold your shaft as the first one sucked it, who was still blindfolded.

Anastasia's breath became ragged. Even the cool wind didn't stop the heat that was now surging through her body. Suddenly she felt a warm breath on her cheeks and turned her head sharply. Ileus was looking at the book. Slowly, his golden eyes turned towards her. They were like flames, filled with amusement and tease. But he asked very quietly, staring at her "Did you like what's in there?". 

She gulped for being caught like a child stealing cookies from a jar. No, it was worse. "I—" she had no words to say after that. To say that she was mortified was an understatement. She wanted the ground to swallow her again.

"Now this wasn't expected from a little girl like you. You are very naughty Anastasia," he said as he tucked her hair behind her ear. 

"I am not little. I am eighteen!" she retorted. 

He kissed the tip of his ear and said, "You sly girl, in that case, I won't stop you. Read on."

But how could she? Anastasia was just short of thinking of jumping to death by falling down a cliff. "I just—" she didn't know what to say. Once again words fell short. They jumbled up in her mind. 

He flipped on his belly and shifted towards her. Now she was almost half under his weight. He curled his arm around her shoulders and said, "Don't you want to flip the next page." 

"I suspect that you must have been quite a dangerous influence to innocent young women, Ileus." Her eyes had widened at his behavior. He was so casual and she was eager to hide her shenanigans as soon as possible. 

"Call me Al," he suggested in a seductive voice. 

Damn it! "Ahh! Allll," she drawled, and then asked, "How many girls have you charmed with these kinds of books?" She was desperate to turn the tables, and was wondering how she had gotten this bold. She wasn't this laissez faire in her life. 

He gave her a side-glance. His lips kicked up. "I assure you Anastasia that I am not in the habit of showing these books to innocent girls," he replied solemnly, his hand resting on the page and his gaze locking hers. "In fact it is the innocent girls who try to hunt me." 

What was he suggesting? "Why?" Her eyes went to his lips and she wanted them on her lips. 

Ileus took his hand to her lips and pressed them with his thumb. He replied, "Because I think they are fascinated by me. My smile and drop-dead gorgeous looks haunt them and after they've met me, it's all they can about—to be in my arms and me kissing them." Why did she feel that he was telling about her instead? She was unable to drop her eyes, feeling so bloody captivated. 

A cough from the side diverted her attention and she immediately looked at the book.

Turning a page, for her, Ileus said, "Please, I don't want to interrupt. It contains a lot of interesting stuff." The next one contained even a more scandalous image. His eyebrows shot to the sky and his lips curled up. The man had ejaculted and his cum was all over the lips of the blindfolded girl. The other woman behind him had his shaft in her hands.

And now Anastasia was blushing to the roots of her hair. She wondered if there was death by getting so heated up. She tried to close the book but he snatched it from her, turned on his back and started flipping the pages. She tried to grab it from him, but he caged her neck in his arms so tightly she was unable to do anything. A huge grin settled on his face as she looked at those images with him. 

"You are so shameless," she said and elbowed him. 

"I assure you that I am shameless, but—" he replied calmly. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it. I could see the mirth in your eyes." He closed the book, turned to look at her and said, "Tomorrow when we are riding together, you can read it," he said and winked. He kept the book on the side near Aidan. "But for now, sleep." 

Anastasia bit her lip as if being admonished by a parent. Not desiring to carry the conversation any further, she closed her eyes and turned on to the other side. She was feeling too excited with what happened just now. 

Suddenly she felt a movement behind her and then a warm breath over her ear. He whispered, "You should have told me that you had these hidden desires at Vilinski. I had a few more with me over there and I would have shared them with you, gladly." 

"Ucuti!" she retorted. She opened her eyes only to find Kaizan staring at her. 

"You have very dirty thoughts Anastasia," said Kaizan. "After all you were an innocent girl. Never been exposed to the world in order to be pure for the Crown Prince."

"Sleep or I will plunge this dagger in you," she said quietly. Her hand went to her dagger and she took it out slowly. As soon as the hilt was out, Kaizan closed his eyes. 

"I have intentions to live longer," he said and turned to the other side.