Medusa's POV
PART 1

Horrors of past had decided to pay me a sweet visit again. Tears trailed my cheeks as I couldn't comprehend how could a father do that to his own child.

The horrific dream has awoken me, the only difference was that it wasn't a dream, it was reality of how Rhysand came to me, the night I was in the rock circle admist of frost and snow. A vision I has seen into Rhysand's past...again.

My heart seem to beat frantically as I twisted the black duvet in my hands. Something was wrong and I needed to see him as soon as I could. My intuition was screaming.

I stepped out of the bed hurriedly searching the almost empty brick walls for my leather pouch, it had been hanging from a rusted hook.

I unhinged it opening it to take out a drug, I pulled a long whiff of the powder inhaling it into my lungs-Foac. Withdrawing a hand mirror from the same pouch I watched my eyes turning light brown in it from the drug's reaction.

I knew I didn't have much time. The drug would wear off soon and it's side effects would start showing and I needed to find Rhysand before that.

I covered myself with cloak and rushed out to the door locking it safely.
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It wasn't hard to reach the spring festival, thousands of oil lamps were lighted throughout the field in numerous colours which were visible from afar. Humongous red tents were set along with some small blue ones lined at sides.

I stole the dress made for female entertainers and disguised myself as one to pave my way inside, my senses were heightened due to the danger constantly surrounding me.

It was a matter of time till Rhysand traced my scent. I know what I was doing was lethal and it was going to bring a tsunami of mayhem when Rhysand would see me disguised as a dancer among those lecherous men but right now I didn't cared about anything except his safety.

The women around me had caked their faces with makeup to attract more men than others, while I was here I a war myself, it was a battle of survival for them.

My dress was almost similar to them, a light pink bra showing ample cleavage while my belly was exposed rimmed with a hip belt along with a full length skirt dark pink skirt. My face was covered with a matching scarf only allowing my eyes to show.

I entered a huge canvas filled with chatter of men and belly full laughter echoing in my ears. Men were receiving lap dances from the women while they boasted off their wealth.

"This vase my frrrriiends, i-is made from the p-pure glaaass from Spaiiiin, the red R-Ruby yoou see hereee is from Cuubaaa." A man slurred, clearly intoxicated.

"Alam! our merchandise is much better than you and certainly we are wealthier than you." Several men laughed at that.

"Idiots! The kinnng has sent mee forr a mission-" he hissed making my ears perk up.

"I aaam a sppyyy... knoww something yyou can never know-" he wheezed out coughing.

I was just serving a merchant when my body froze upon hearing his next words.
"- The banished Prince." A silence fell upon as he waved his hands trying to convey he was the best among his circle of contact.

"Have you seen him?"

"Isn't he dead?"

"Is he here?" Murmurs errupted throughout the place.

I creeped behind the man Alam offering him a drink flirtatiously as he offered me a smile making bile rise up my throat.

"Pretty gall"  I sat on his lap seductively. My skin crawled at his touch as  I took the bronze wine glass from his hand taking a sip, my tongue releasing venom into the glass.

He kissed my neck when my fingers brought the glass to his mouth making him drink the liquid. I moved my hand around deliberately knocking off his Spanish vase.

The chattering instantly died down as Alam watched me with shock and absolute anger in his eyes....just that he didn't see the wrath in mine.

He came to hunt my mate but dead cannot cause harm.

"HOW DARE YOU?" Before the drunk merchant could utter a word I found Rhysand hauling me out of the vile man's lap.

"This slut-" Rhysand totally ignored the drunk merchant.

"This festival was my responsibility, you stupid clumsy girl!" He gripped my wrist looking to the man infront of me with a look enough to bury him six feet under the earth with his entire lineage.

"Your loss would be returned with interest, now please if you will excuse me.
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PART 2
18+
MATURE CONTENT

Rhysand hasn't spoken a word to her  whole way home, she would have thought that he wasn't even there if it wasn't his rough grip on her in dark night.

"He was a spy." She had repeated those lines five times since they moved out of there but he didn't showed any emotion nor bestowed her with any answer.

He opened the iron door of their house dragging her in and locking it quickly.

Soft yellow light from the oil lamp Illuminated the dark room, a glass window displaying onyx night that had fallen with stars sprinkled in the sky like freckles on the silky skin of an alluring maiden.

Rhysand looked down at her in anger, backing her off to the wall.

With his each step forward she couldn't help but stagger back due to the erotic desires burning in her heart, this was the side effect of the drug she took, an aphrodisiac to make body arouse but when she looked at him and knowing that she didn't needed any drug....his presence was enough.

His arms caged her as he looked down upon her tiny frame compared to his. She came to his chest making his muscular frame seem so rough and virile in comparison to her feminine curves.

"Strip" Medusa's breath hitched on hearing his command, she could have argued but it had no room for discussion.

She took off the face covering scarf, her fingers trembled as she bend to slowly slide off her long pink skirt then taking off her panties.

Her thighs were coated with arousal which dripped down as she stood up parting her long silver hair to a side, arching her back to take off the bralette.

Medusa was all naked infront of him, her clothes lying at his feet when she peered at him through her eyelashes.

Her thighs clenching on seeing him drinking her with a wild animalistic lust in his eyes which had darkened as his pupils dilated.

"Rhy-"

"On the bed, face down, ass up." Medusa gasped softly when he took off his long coat throwing it down along with her clothes.

"NOW" she didn't need to hear anything after that as she scrambled on the bed getting on all fours arching her back and raising her ass for him.

She put her head down turning to a side watching him taking off his belt, her cheeks burning crimson at the exposing position her body was in.

She was completely bare to him, her body all for him to do as he wished, to play it like an instrument for himself. All ready for his punishments.

"Keep your hands at the back" The bed dipped behind her as he settled on bed. He held both her wrists binding them together with a leather cloth..the rough belt he had taken off.

Her heavy breathing was only sound that could be heard and his intense gaze on her was the only thing she could focus on. Minutes passes when he didn't touched Medusa making her squirm.

A loud smack upon her butt made her yelp in surprise which soon turned into a wanton moan. His hands massaged her ass digging his fingers as his large calloused palms gently gave them a squeeze.

"What was told to you?"

Three smacks on her another ass cheek made her release whimpers and mewls for him.

"T-that I have to stay here." His fingers slowly traced her swollen pussy. It was gushing with a scent so erotic that it made his lungs contract as he inhaled, his head rolling at back.

Rhysand licked his lips, he could practically taste her on his tongue, her smell turning him insane as he hovered his body above her, his chest touching her back as his lips sucked on her neck.

"And did you listened to me?" His lips traced her earshell whispering it to her.

"No Rhyyysand." Her body jumped a little as she moaned dragging her words when his palm slapped her pussy gently, rubbing her clit softly.

"Will you stay back now, listen to me now?" His tongue left a path of fire on her neck as his teeth marked her skin raw. Hickeys littering her pale skin.

"No" His fingers which were rubbing her clit painfully slow till now rewarded her by rubbing faster, rougher as he entered her pussy with three of his thick digits at once.

He loved her fire, adored her fierceness and he would be damned if he or any other person tried to bend her but it angered him to no extent that she had no thoughts of self preservation.

"I love you babygirl but you need to be taught certain things." He pumped his fingers in and out of her weeping pussy furiously as Medusa wailed, moaning like a mess under his body, withering beneath him.

"R-Rhysand!" Medusa cried out as he pulled out his digits leaving her pussy empty, again filling it with his four fingers at this time, thrusting them in. Medusa screamed as he curled his fingers inside her, gratifying a pleasure her mind was unable to comprehend.

"Don't you dare cum."

Minutes of continuous torture resulted her tightening her pussy around him just for him to remove his fingers again before she could cum, leaving her pussy empty once more as she moaned for him in frustration, he ripped the restrains on her wrist kissing her back gently.

"Beg for me princess."

His arms turned her around as she looked at him with tears in her eyes as she eyed his rock hard cóck hungrily.

"I love you s-so much... I need you-"  He didn't let her finish as his lips settled on hers, kissing her like no tommorow, his hands threaded through her silver hair as she tried matching his dominance.

His kiss was gentle, he touched her like his whole world was in his arms and it really was. Medusa was his reality and his dream infused in one.

"Play with yourself." She looked at him biting her lip as her fingers slowly reached her core rubbing her clit, trying to makeup for his absence there.
She saw him holding himself above her on one arm at the side of her head as his another palm stroke his hard length watching her with dark eyes.

Medusa bit her lip moaning as his cóck oozed with precum dripping down on her slit mingling with her own sweet nectar. She rubbed more furiously in rhythm with Rhysand. Her breath hitched when he rubbed his head of cock onto her slit.
She eyed him hesitantly searching his eyes if he would give her pleasure of it.

"I want it Rhy." She whimpered.

"Too bad, you can't have it." He growled, his own hands twitching to pull her closer and embed his cock deep inside her warmth.

You are so beautiful Medi." His lips trailed kisses down her hair as he left his cock,  Medusa eyed his lethal length. She was sure that she would feel him in her stomach and with a promise of making her belly swell with his pup.

"Drape your legs around my shoulders." Medusa trembled with need doing just as he asked, obeying him. Her breathing was erratic as his warm breath ignited her pussy.

"Let's play a game, little girl, let's see how many times you can cum, shall we?."

He watched the pink wonder he was going to devour with savage, untamed lust. He latched onto her pussy like a feast for a king. Medusa tugged on his smooth hair holding onto her reality slipping from her fingers.

She cried as his tongue licked her slit, it wasn't gentle... It was rough- a wolf's tongue. She almost came when he meet her eyes.....his cyan eyes watching her crying with his onslaught.

She tasted like wild cherries, sweet with a hint of sour as he savoured her taste trying to lock it in his wild heart.

"G-gaelic!" She screamed without any abandon when he lapped at her core, his tongue entering her. Medusa felt like the earth was shattering as his fingers dug into her thighs leaving bruises she loved while his teeth gently bit on her clit.

"GAAAAELIC" she came apart panting heavily.

"Let's start again." Again? It was her pleasure and her punishment and Rhysand was going to make sure she receives both.

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