Moonlight Ball

“Yes, Ris.”

Iris blinked her eyes. The king knew who she was but pretended not to know. He called her Ris and treated her like a queen.

Yesterday, the King told her, “You’re going to have to kill me or else.” But he was the strongest man on the continent, a dragon killer to add. How could she kill him? No one could achieve such feat; it was more like a declaration of death. Sidrain was a living enigma she couldn’t solve.

Iris swallowed her dry saliva. She had a lot to say, but she didn’t know where to start.

Why do you like me? What happened in front of my door 14 years ago? I’m not your queen. I don’t know much about the Queen’s work and I’m a wizard. I have a workshop and house fairies. I have to go back.

But he was not so easy. Sidrain’s enemy might be her teacher for all she knew. Iris may have been caught in a trap with no means of escape. A dead end.

Sidrain burst into laughter as many emotions swept across Iris’ face in a span of a few seconds. She was an open book at times. “My queen. Are you very confused?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes, a little.”

“I’m sorry, but I’ll do my best to spell it out for you as straightforwardly as possible.” Sidrain said and tucked Iris’ hair behind her ears. She didn’t resist as his lips touched hers.

“We’re a couple, Ris.” Sidrain whispered in a deep, inviting voice.

“Oh, I know.”

The king’s husky voice sent a strange sensation down her body. Iris didn’t know yet what that feeling was but it was exciting and intoxicating. She only nodded innocently while laying on top of the king’s body.

“You seem to have some misunderstanding, but… I don’t really want anything from you.” Sidrain’s lips pressed down on Iris’ lips again, more forcefully this time. He then bit her lower lip playfully, urging her to let her guard down with him. “I just want to do it for you. I want your whole body,” Sidrain added, excitement unhidden in his words, before completely devouring his wife’s lips.

The kiss was soft yet passionate. And when her tongue tried to escape, he didn’t bother to chase it. He took his time to explore every inch of her mouth, taking note of the places she seemed to like best. Iris’ body began to feel weird, but she couldn’t help it. The original owner of this body was a woman weak against pleasure. Her body craved it like water in the desert. Every touch set her skin ablaze. As she and her husband only tried having intercourse once a month, it took little to excite her.

The Sidrain right now wasn’t a knight nor a King. He was simply a man filled with passion and longing for his loved one. He knew Elaine would soon return with plans to disturb his peace. But he was also aware how much Iris trusted her teacher; she would believe everything Elaine told her. He had to try another way to make Iris see the truth, and it would take him extreme measures. But he needed a shortcut for now.

And at this moment, he himself was the shortcut. He wanted to hold this sweet woman. She called him Sid and he called her Ris. He had now confessed how he truly felt for her. He bared down his heart and offered it to her. Confession is a strange thing, and from the moment you start, it fills every part of your body even more. If you don’t pour it out, your heart might explode.

A lustful groan escaped Iris’ now wet lips. She shivered on top of Sidrain. He could see her perky breasts under her thin clothing, and unlike before, her nipples had grown harder and wwew now visible under her soft satin pajamas. Unable to control himself, Sidrain gently cupped her breast in one hand. He had big hands, but it was barely big enough for him to hold her bountiful mounds. Iris moaned and quivered as he gently massaged her bosom.

“Ris, we’re going to be a perfect couple from today.” Sidrain gently spoke. The whisper contained a his madness but Iris didn’t feel it. She was desperate to resist the rush of pleasure.

“No, it feels… weird, oh…!” She struggled hard to get away from Sidrain and his roaming hands to no avail. She wouldn’t have been able to get one arm off of her even if she tried her best.

Sidrain spoke as he nibbled on Iris’ earlobes. “It’s not weird. It’s a good thing, Ris. This is a very good thing.”

“Oh, oh, no. It’s weird. It’s, uh, it’s, uh, there, don’t…” Iris was finding it hard to form coherent sentences with Sidrain’s alluring antics.

“I assure you. This is a very good thing.”

With that said, Sidrain squeezed Iris’ breast firmly. At that moment, Iris twisted her body with her eyes wide open from pleasure. Seeing her gasp as she felt her stomach twist with a foreign feeling, a contented smile formed on Sidrain’s lips.

“My lady. Today, you’re officially my queen.”

For once, Iris was able to hear Sidrain’s voice clearly. The insanity that permeated her body a while ago dulled her senses and made her lose control. Iris couldn’t decide how to feel about it.

***

Iris couldn’t exactly comprehend what Sidrain was saying but she did get a rough idea of it. Sidrain wished to have a physical relationship with Iris – as husband and wife.

This has caused an inner turmoil within Iris because she didn’t know if she should consent to it or not. No, she would definitely regret it as she wasn’t ready to take it to the next level with him. And she knew that Sidrain would regret it too, if he forced her to do something she wasn’t prepared for.

This has always been the case between the two of them. Even if Sidrain wasn’t the most perceptive man in the world, he knew they would both regret making hasty decisions, and that was the last thing he wanted to happen.

It was Elaine, her teacher, who instructed her to spend time in the workshop to study the people and their world. Iris heeded his advice and opened the workshop and eventually got a little used to interacting with them. Over time, with the help of attending a few festivities and other social events, she gradually became accustomed to the people as well. At first she was overly cautious whenever she was put under the spotlight, or even when she was given attention by few individuals.

However, after becoming the Queen, she had grown to be more comfortable with people and their stares – like a butterfly flaunting her vibrant colors after being sheltered inside her cocoon for a long time.

But the truth was, she always regretted leaving the magic tower. She never liked stepping out that place she’d always known since she was a child. It was unfortunate that she had suffered a terrible death and her soul was forced to possess a different body.