Magic, Love, Family Pt. 05

It was a kiss for the ages. Both fighting each other's tongues; their lips tried to melt into each other, fighting for dominance. Raymond turned them around, he was on top and he pinned her hands behind her.

Rose didn't try to change their position, instead, she sought his lips. His hot, and succulent lips. Her mind had flown away and all that she wanted at that moment, was to taste him, to taste her cousin, to taste Raymond.

"Do you want this? Really, do you want to do this?" Raymond was out of breath as he asked this.

"Yes, now shut up!"

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Raymond bent down to kiss her again. His heart had been racing so fast and he needed it. He needed to feel something else other than the guilt. And when Rose attacked his lips like a woman possessed, he readily gave in. There weren't any other thoughts in his mind other than the girl underneath him who was equally passionate, or even more desperate than him.

Their clothes came off naturally as they continued their soul snatching kiss. They couldn't get enough of each other's lips or tongues. They traded saliva and it dripped down to their necks and jaws. They were so immersed in each other that all sounds ceased around them, the world ceased to a stop for them, it was just the two of them and nothing else.

"So fucking sexy!" Raymond muttered as he moved down from kissing her lips to her neck and then her breast. His hands played with her nipples as he alternated between her two puffed up brown nubs. He made blowing sounds as he tried to take all of her round flesh in his mouth.

Rose held his head tight and then in a flash she reversed their position. She was in the lead as she kissed him all over his face. She brought out her tongue and licked him hard. Her hand slid down his body and held his pulsing dick in between them. Slowly she fed it to her burning pussy and then sat on top of his thigs.

His whole cock was inside her cunt and she groaned in pleasure. She rode him, she rode him fast. Her nails dug into his arms as he moaned like a bitch in heat. Raymond, for his part, gave short strokes upwards to increase the force of their union.

It was like a whirlwind. They weren't in the mood for niceties or patience. It was hard, fast, and rough, both seeking pure unadulterated pleasure. She bent down and took his face in her hand as she kissed him with force.

Moments later they both moaned in each other's mouths as they reached their orgasm, and as Raymond shot his load deep inside her throbbing cunt.

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(Scene 7)

Everyone was shocked speechless at that moment. No one could react in time to that sudden attack and all of a sudden, just like that in a flash, the prince of Kylaf was dead.

Johan Olson was the first one to move after that. He raised his sword and cut off the head of one of the guards of Troy nearest to him. Robert Muller, marshal of the Gervaland kingdom was the next, as he too moved in a flash and killed two of the remaining five guards.

The three guards, before they could raise their voice to call for help, for Mikhail, were beheaded on the spot. It was chaotic at the place. Johan and Robert along with two warriors from their respective kingdoms made a round around the dead bodies of Troy and his guards. The warriors to the back couldn't see and make out what had happened in that instant, as it took only a few moments from after Troy had tossed his magic tool to when the last guard was beheaded.

There was a commotion after a few minutes as the blood started to flow outwards from that little circle. However, before anyone could make out what it was about or what exactly had happened in there, the warriors were dispersed by the orders of Johan and Robert.

Ingrid was standing a few paces away from there, from Rose's tent. There was a thin smile on her face. It, the smile, looked a little proud as if she was really enjoying herself. She took a long breath and started to walk away, walk towards Mikhail's tent.

"Pardon my intrusion..." Ingrid entered while muttering that to herself.

Inside the tent Mikhail was lying on the floor, black blood dripping from his lips. He was shivering while trying to get up by holding on to the edge of the bed.

"Oh, Sir Mikhail, what happened here?" She asked in a concerned voice but, didn't do anything to help the wheezing Mikhail.

"It's you!" Mikhail said before he coughed a mouthful of pitch black blood.

"What are you saying, Sir Mikhail? I don't understand..." Ingrid widened her eyes as if she was gravely offended by the implication in his words.

"You are the one who poisoned me! You won't get away with this..."

"You have got it wrong, sir. And I'm offended by these severe accusations when clearly the truth is that a death squad from the Empire attacked us in the night and managed to poison your great self. How could I, a feeble and pious healer, ever have the guts and know how to poison someone as powerful as you?"

"You...!" Mikhail had a pained expression on his face. It appeared he was deeply impacted by the words of Ingrid. "How? When? Why?"

"The poison was of considerable might to go undetected and able to affect you. We were helpless to deal with it and couldn't rescue you in time. The death squad was fierce and they committed suicide before we could deal with them to get out the information, they killed all members of your party and, especially Prince Troy, he was their main target from what little we could gather." Ingrid's voice was apologetic and sad.

"I see... it was a long time coming... how careless of me..." Mikhail said before being assaulted by another wheezing fit.

She walked closer to him and then muttered in a low voice, it was so low that even if someone else were to be inside the tent they wouldn't be able to hear it. "We're truly sorry to lose a warrior of your capacity. However, there have always been collateral damages amidst war. Don't take it personally, it wasn't your fault. Now for the prince..."

Mikhail slowly breathed his last as he listened to her. His body gradually went limp and the shivering finally ceased. It was the end of a famed awakened warrior.

Ingrid walked out of the tent and gazed up at the setting sun. It was a beautiful sight, however, her mind was not so calm. "I hope Suzanne is right about this..."

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