Sarnai
I have found you, my omega.
Mundo's voice suddenly filled my ears and my eyes snapped open. I have found you, my omega. What is that? Omega?The word "omega" tumbled through my thoughts, what did it mean? Was it some term of endearment they used for their lovers? But a rush of memories from the night before flooded my mind, making me question if it had all been real or merely a dream. Oh, diwas. The sensations I had experienced with Mundo were beyond heavenly, and I yearned for more. I want him even more.
"How are you feeling?" Santiago's voice broke through the haze of my thoughts, and I blinked, adjusting to the sudden intrusion of sunlight that bathed my face. And there was a comforting weight behind me as he reached out to caress my forehead. "You're not too hot anymore." he murmured, his gaze assessing me while Hiwaga was busy fixing the curtain by my window.
"Mama and Papa were worried about you, but they had to attend a meeting." Santiago explained, his fingers gently tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. A small, apologetic smile graced his lips, and he leaned down to plant a tender kiss on my forehead. "I'm sorry you couldn't enjoy the party last night." he added, his voice tinged with regret as he left the room.
But Hiwaga remained, offering me a pill she had retrieved from her pocket, along with a glass of water. "I forgot to give you this yesterday. My apologies." she said as I swallowed the pill with a sip of water.
It was my daily routine, taking the pill that Hiwaga had been giving me since childhood and it had become a familiar part of my life, and Hiwaga made sure I didn't skip it. I also had come to trust in its efficacy, as it seemed to help me feel better every time I took it. As I settled into a chair, preparing to ask Hiwaga about it, Lulu suddenly burst into the room.
“Walking was a challenge for me.” Lulu's complaint about not being able to walk properly raised my curiosity but Hiwaga's eyes widened in response and it left me perplexed. I couldn't quite grasp the meaning behind her statement, especially considering that Santiago and Lulu just had spent the night together.
“What’s the matter?” My curiosity got the best of her, and I couldn't help but ask Lulu what had happened. Lulu, however, greeted me with a wide smile that hinted at something extraordinary. "What's wrong?" I inquired again, concerned about Lulu's unusually wide smile. "Did something happen to you?" I pressed for more information, but Lulu simply took a seat beside me. Hiwaga, on the other hand, covered my ears abruptly.
"It was amazing, you know," she began, her hands clasped beneath her chin, the words pouring out of her. "Him, inside me—" Her eyes sparkled with excitement but her words were abruptly halted.
"Lulu, enough," Hiwaga interjected, shooting Lulu a disapproving look. "Your language is far too explicit." She added, attempting to shield me from the explicit details.
"Well, she asked me, and I felt compelled to tell her the truth so she'll know what to expect–" Lulu started to explain, but Hiwaga's stern interruption halted her words.
"That is enough." Hiwaga warned her, her gaze piercing as she stared at Lulu intensely. While Lulu raised her hands in surrender, realizing that perhaps some secrets were best left unspoken.
But still, something didn't sit right with me. I wanted to know what the feeling is — I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of the intoxicating thoughts that threatened to consume me. What is happening to you, Sarnai? I chided myself inwardly, I threw my head back against the headboard. And Lulu reached out and gently caressed my forehead.
Hiwaga entered the bathroom, leaving Lulu and me alone. She turned her focus to me, her expression now filled with concern. "Are you feeling better?" Lulu asked me, her voice soft and caring and I nodded. "The Queen gave us these tickets for a trip to the massage parlor so we can unwind." she continued, raising her hand to reveal four golden tickets and winking playfully.
"Why does your bathroom smell like mint or something?" Hiwaga questioned, her brows furrowed in confusion but my eyes widened as I realized that what had transpired the previous night was not just a dream but a vivid reality.
“Tickets for what?” Hiwaga examined the golden tickets in Lulu’s hand, her brow furrowing in curiosity.
"It's an invitation to the massage parlour, and we can't turn it down since it's a gift from the Queen." Lulu explained their purpose. "So, let's go grab some breakfast before we do anything else." she suggested, rising from her seat. She then turned to us, her eyes filled with warmth, before leaving the room.
"I'll take a moment to freshen up, Hiwaga," I said, making my way into the bathroom. With a flick of my hand beside the door, the soothing cascade of water droplets enveloped me as I began to peel off my white dress. Every fabric that slipped from my body carried with it memories of Mundo, who had chosen this dress for me. Oh, this would be my favorite dress. Every moment of the previous night seemed to linger in my thoughts as my hand roamed over my breasts, I couldn't help but crave his touch.
Mundo's presence seemed to fill the room and his absence aching in my soul. I squeezed my breasts and closed my eyes, lost in the intoxicating sensations that washed over me as she continued to explore my own body. Mundo. My thoughts were consumed by him, and I couldn't help but wonder where he was at this moment.
I approached the bathtub, and as I eased my body into the water...it offered a haven of pleasure as I leaned against its edge, my nipples hardening under my touch, my body arching with the intensity of my yearning. "Oh, diwas." I whispered, my voice filled with desire growing with every passing second.
As I continued to caress myself, a strong hand grabbed my hands as he lowered himself into the warm, bubble-filled water of this bathtub. "You're so beautiful." His deep, husky voice echoed in my ears and he had said it with such sincerity that it sent shivers down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest as Mundo's strong arms encircled me, pulling me close against his powerful frame while I could feel his arousal against my thigh and his lips met mine.
"I want you." he murmured against my lips, his breath warm against my skin. His words were like a delicious meal, and my body responded with an ache that demanded satisfaction. With a low growl, Mundo rose from the bath and carried me towards the bedroom, his muscular form flexing with each step.
I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer still as our mouths never parted, our tongues dancing. "Now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, now." he replied, his hands moving to cup my bottom, lifting me up against him and wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his erection press into my core. We moved together as our kisses deepened with each passing moment. With our mouths never parting, we fell onto the bed, our movements becoming more frantic while his hand slipped between my legs, finding my wetness and he groaned in approval.
“Ah…”I gasped, arching my back, pushing my chest forward as Mundo's fingers teased my clit. "Please." I whimpered, needing release. "Mundo...Mundo!" I gasped, my body shuddering underneath his touch as he obliged, sliding two fingers inside me while continuing to stroke my sensitive nub. “Oh, Mundo.” I cried out, my hips bucking off the mattress. "I love how you make me feel."
His tongue traced my earlobe as one of his thumbs circled my opening, causing another wave of pleasure to wash over me. "Tell me what you want, sweet rose." he said, his voice thick with lust.
"I want you inside me." I moaned. "Please, Mundo." I pleaded. Oh, diwas. I am becoming increasingly greedy for his touch.
And he pulled his fingers from mine, positioning himself between my legs. “You are mine now.” He hissed and slowly, he pushed inside, filling me up completely and I gasped at the sensation, arching my back as he began to move slowly while he watched my face intently. His thrusts grew deeper, harder, matching the fervor of my cries.
“Mundo..mundo..mundo!” I cried out and my fingernails raked down his back, leaving my tiny trails. And he took me hard and fast, I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him even more. "Harder please, please!" I screamed and he growled in response, picking up the pace even more.
My eyes snapped open, my chest rises and falls with each rapid breath. My body glistened with a sheen of perspiration from the vivid dream that had just played out in my mind. As I slowly awakened to reality, the echo of Mundo's voice still reverberated in my ears, his husky words sending shivers down my spine. The warmth of his breath on my skin, the press of his body against mine, all of it had felt so real. But now, as the dream faded, the cool air of the bathroom replaced the heat of my dream and my heart ached with a longing I could no longer ignore as I hugged my knees to my chest.
It all began in this place.
As my steps led me to the dining room, where the morning light spilled in through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the table set for breakfast and the ambiance was inviting, with the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. My crimson dress, a beautiful contrast to the soft morning light, made me feel a renewed sense of confidence.
When I entered, my presence was noticed by Lulu, who greeted me with a warm smile. "You took quite a while." Lulu remarked as I joined them while her hug was affectionate and welcoming, and I reciprocated with a gentle squeeze.Turning my attention to my brother, who occupied the seat at the head of the table, I leaned down and hugged him tightly and we all settled in.
"Let us hasten our preparations for our visit to the massage parlor." Santiago proposed but his words about rushing to the massage parlor were interrupted by a sudden change in his demeanor. His breathing grew ragged, and I furrowed my brow in concern. But before I could react, my eyes widened as I witnessed Lulu's hand on Santiago's thigh, her touch inching close to his crotch.
"I won't be go—" My attention shifted when Hiwaga began to speak, but her words were abruptly interrupted.
"Remember, this is a personal r—equest fro–m Her Majesty the Q—ueen," he reminded us, his words momentarily faltering. "We sho—uld not decline such a gra—cious invitation." He struggled to speak and he cast a sharp and disapproving look toward Lulu, who just bit her lip in response.
Time seemed to stretch as we savored our breakfast, and when the moment was right, Santiago rose from his seat, gracefully taking Lulu's hand into his. Hiwaga and I found ourselves boarding a separate carriage, the rhythmic clip-clop of hooves guiding us deeper into the heart of the city until we entered a realm of lush forest. It was there, amidst the tranquil greenery, that our carriage came to a halt, unveiling a grand wooden mansion that soared skyward with four floors.
As we stepped inside, a warm welcome greeted us from four elegantly dressed women in pristine white attire. "Welcome to the massage parlor!" They chorused in perfect harmony and I admit, their beauty and allure were undeniable, making them a perfect match for the opulence of the surroundings.
"We were given these by the Queen," Santiago explained to the attendants as he handed over the four golden tickets while his gesture was marked by a smile that mirrored their own radiance.
"The crown prince of Volgoholm," And one of the attendants replied, her smile taking on something slightly peculiar, for me. "Please, follow me, your Royal Highness And the rest of you, kindly assist them," she instructed, gesturing to Santiago to follow her.
"Princess Sarnai," the attendant's voice was like a gentle melody that led me through the room while the polished floor beneath me reflected the soft, soothing light that bathed the space in a warm, ethereal glow. She slowly opened a door, unveiling a spacious chamber adorned with a large bed covered in white sheets. On the bedside table, a collection of aromatic oils and scents awaited while their enticing fragrances lingering in the air. And the room was bathed in the soft, flickering glow of countless candles. "Please wait for the masseuse," she said, holding the door ajar as she gestured to me to enter the room. "And on your left, you'll find a small room where you can change your clothes," she added, her tone warm and inviting.
"Thank you." I mumbled and entered the warm space. The air was filled with a delicate mix of sweetness and citrus, sending a soothing sensation through my senses. However, my heart raced as the door closed behind me and I couldn't help but glance at the closed door, feeling a twinge of unease. I know the massage parlor had an undeniable charm that left me at a loss for words. On the other hand, my mind buzzed with questions and this place seemed shrouded in mystery. It exuded an air of tranquility and solitude, yet the presence of those men in suits outside was disconcerting as if this place was a haven of secrets.
I stood in the dimly lit room as my crimson dress pooled around my feet as my body was exposed in the soft light of this small room, folding my clothing neatly on the table. Also, I wore the robe that hung loosely on the back of the door. But the creak of the door opening sent a shiver down my spine, my heart racing as I hastily tied the robe's strings, concealing myself from that person.
"Who is there?" My voice trembled as I asked. However, a woman entered the room, wearing a beige attire and her warm smile was reassuring.
"Would you mind if you lay face down on the bed once you have removed your clothes, Your Royal Highness?" she asked politely and there, my royal status was acknowledged.
“Alright.” I said and smiled in response to the comforting presence, my racing heart slowing its pace.
The strings of the robe were untied, and I felt exposed once more when the woman's touch lingered on my back, a caress that sent shivers down my spine but I faked a cough. My curiosity deepened as I glanced at the woman, my raised eyebrow questioning the unexpected pause but the woman's gesture toward the bed provided no answers, only a silent command. I complied with the woman's unspoken instructions, laying face down on the plush surface of the bed. The hole at the top allowed me to rest comfortably while my face nestled into the cushion, allowing me to breathe comfortably and the small towel placed over my buttocks.
"Your royal highness, could you please wait for a moment. I need to refill some oil," she said, and I heard the creaking of the door as it closed behind her.
I was on the verge of drifting into slumber when the creak of the door interrupted my relaxation and the masseuse remained silent, which only heightened my nervousness. However, I moaned softly and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as the warm oil was poured onto my back and she started at the base of my spine, applying just the right amount of pressure, and slowly worked her way upward. The gentle yet firm hands of the masseuse began to knead my muscles, skillfully easing out the tension in my back.
As her hands moved, I could feel the warmth of the oil spreading across my skin as if the stress and worry of the day were melting away. Her fingers worked magic on my back, and I let out a soft sigh of relief as the tension dissolved. It was as if she could sense the areas that needed the most attention and gave them the care they deserved. Her touch was a balm to my weary body and a soothing caress to my restless soul.
My mind had drifted into a blissful trance under the skilled hands of the masseuse and the sensation of relaxation was so profound that it took me by surprise when suddenly, my body was flipped over. My eyes flew open, and a gasp escaped my lips as I found myself face to face with Mundo, clad in a black long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his strong forearms. The shock of seeing him in this unexpected situation left me speechless. I tried to form words, to ask how he had ended up here, but his finger pressed gently against my lips, silencing me. But Mundo's presence was electrifying, and his words only deepened the mystery.
"I dreamed of you earlier." he confessed, his voice low and my heart raced as I tried to process the turn of events.
My eyes widened as I realized the full extent of my vulnerability. My breasts and pussy were exposed to him. “Mundo? What are you doing in this place?" I managed to whisper but Mundo paid no heed to my question, instead, he reached for a bottle of oil within his reach and began to warm it in his hands. His intent was clear as he settled on her belly, the heat of his body warming her exposed skin.
"And how did you end up here, Your Highness?" He muttered, his voice laced with anger, though his expression remained impassive.
"The Queen gave us the tickets." I stammered, averting my eyes as embarrassment flushed my cheeks, seeing him on top of me. Is this real? Is this not a dream? My mind is racing with confusion and uncertainty, especially right now. Oh, diwas. I hope I am not sleeping.
"Muire," he muttered something under his breath that I couldn't quite catch.
"Are you... working here?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me, but he shook his head.
"This is a fucking brothel, Sarnai," his voice seethed with anger and his words cutting through the air. "And you didn't even realize it?" He questioned and in that moment, my eyes grew wide as the truth unfolded before me. The realization that I had unwittingly entered a brothel, a place of desire and indulgence, left me stunned and vulnerable.
And how about him? I propped myself up on the bed, using my elbow for support and my brows furrowing deeply. "Then what are you doing here?" I demanded but Mundo's response was far from what I expected. With a wicked grin, he effortlessly pushed me back.
"Hush, my sweet rose. I came here because the owner of this brothel informed me that you were here." he explained in a low, soothing tone.
“And–” My attempt to speak was abruptly silenced as Mundo's lips met mine while my words and thoughts faded into the background. My heart raced as I felt his warm breath against my lips. His tongue darts out, tracing the outline of my bottom lip before slipping inside my mouth.
We're both breathless now, our tongues dancing together in a rhythm that made me moan. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as I deepened the kiss but I broke the kiss just long enough to whisper in his ear. "I want you so bad," and I resumed as I saw how his face flushed in red but his tongue invaded my mouth so quick. I whimpered softly into his mouth, my body arching slightly towards him. In response, he grinded his hips against my belly, rubbing his hardened length against me through his clothes. Moans escaped from my throat and it feels incredible—like an electric current running between me.
Breaking the kiss, he looked into my eyes. "You're so beautiful." he whispered hoarsely. His voice is rough with desire and need and I let out a soft moan while my eyes fluttering closed at his words. Oh diwas. Can I take him?
He poured the warm oil over my chest, the sensation causing me to shiver as it trickled down, between my breasts, and pooled in my cleavage. I gasped when Mundo's hands began gliding up and down between my breasts with an expertise that left me breathless. While the oils on my skin seemed to come alive, heating up and kindling a delicious warmth that seeped into my flesh, making my body tingle with desire while each stroke was like a lover's caress as if I couldn’t control the fire within me.
His touch was both gentle and possessive, his fingers tracing intricate patterns on my skin, on my sides, leaving a trail of sensations that sent shivers down my spine. I arched my back, pressing my body closer to his, craving more of his touch. I gasped again, unable to contain the rising pleasure that coursed through me. His touch was a symphony, and I was his willing instrument, ready to be played to the sweetest tune of desire.
Until my breath hitched, my heart racing as Mundo's touch, his broad hands, rough yet gentle, followed the path of the oil, caressing and massaging my breasts with a controlled hunger. "How does that feel?" Mundo's voice was a seductive murmur as his fingers worked their magic, coaxing soft moans from my lips.
I struggled to find my voice amidst the waves of sensation crashing over me. "It feels... amazing." I finally whispered, my voice trembling and my nipples, once soft, hardened under the skilled touch of him.
