Serena's cantering was like a boat over steadied tides, every trolley was a slight jump to our bodies until we were conjoining together. I chuckle lowly at the tremble of her body, for sure she has never ridden one, and with me behind her it only amplified her further towards the edge.

In the events of what happened between us the other night, she neither speaks nor look at me, her frame stiff in my hands as Serena led us through the horizon, the pheromones of Tiana's hair drove me wild and I forcibly swallow the thick lump in my throat, every jump brings her bum closer to my bulge, soft round cheeks involuntarily rubbing over the shaft behind my pants.

School of white birds' tweet in the sky, bright sun warm, beaming rays touch the ground and the sky blue, Tiana and I riding the back of a horse together, Serena carrying us over the short hills that extend towards lively trees, and speckled flowers of red and pink bushes. Breathtaking. Vivid and lively all around, and the real treat is I get to live those moment with the real gem enwrapped in my arms.

"Serena never takes a liking to anyone but the trainers and me." Adonai's choppy voice says, striding alongside of us.

"I am honored she chose me." Tiana responds, sultry voice flowing through her body and it skyrockets the thumps of my heart but also hinted the strained rasp towards the end.

"You have ridden a horse before, correct?" Adonai continues, his eyes carefully scrutinizing downwards to her hands.

Her body tightens, and through gritted teeth she speak. "Uh - a few times."

The lines of my brows crinkle and I stifled an aggravated huss, she says one thing, but her body always tells the truth, and with the proximity of our bodies I knew it beforehand. I peak over the shoulder and the back my teeth grinds to the little swan struggling to keep her grip around the trolleying horse. Black leather rope a jumbled mess, reddening her palms as she struggles to get a good grip.

"Wrap it like a belt," I whispered tightly along her ear, and her chest swelled, bringing those oiled breasts to view, I meant nothing more than to try and aid her, but it slipped my mind how she reacts to my voice. A low tune in her ear drum that her body was thrilled to hear even if she tried to stand firm.

"Loosen your grip, your palms are getting red." I whispered again, my lips unintentionally grazing her ear by the jumps of our frames. She eased into me in the beginning, bringing herself closer to my lip, strands of soft curls tickling my jaw, and my nose buried into the density when she hastily moved away, attempting to comply, but still fumbled through the ropes.

"Why don't you give her a hand Nasir?" Adonai says, his heated gaze silently scrutinizing us two.

I cleared my throat; a heat broils beneath my skin.

"Go on," he ushers, peeking at us over the rims of his sunglasses.

Bad enough our proximity, now I will need to fend off more compelling things, how my arms will coil around her large round breasts and pull her in more closely for instance.

"If the queen will allow me." I purr aloud, facing towards Adonai, the shimmer of his horse's lustrous midnight hair streaming back and brushing along his knee.

"Queen Tiana." He calls in question.

Suspense drums, her body tensing as she forces. "Yes King Adonai?"

"Your bodyguard would like to show you a less ... painful way to lead a horse." he thickly chuckles.

The question sits in short silence, but the clopping hooves of the horses over the grass and occasional nickers. From behind I vibrated to the tremble of her body, the silent dispute that scrambled within, splitting herself in two. But under the intent gaze of Adonai and gain his favors she sighs mellowly easing herself below me and slightly angled her head back, I watch the curved length of her lashes, as she granted me permission, "You may."

From my view her shoulder loosened, and I take the cue. The bristles of my beard brush along her cheek, her breath rhythmically gusting silently from her parted lips as I whispered into her ear. "I'm going to put my hands on you, try and relax for me, I won't be rough."

I taunted her for lying, but I fear it'll be me soon condemned to the same sin.

My arms gently coil around her smaller frame The scent of peach strawberry wine from the lustrous hair, and the soft feel of her skin moistens my mouth. My dark eyes on her from above as I gently pushed in from behind, featherily gliding my fingers at the top of her forearms, swarms of goosebumps awakening and my observance now keen on her every flinch and tremble, lastly the jitter of her fingers as mine interlocked in between and gently gripped the reins from her.

"Breathe Tiana." I lull, "I won't touch you any further than this."

A sharp bolt splits through my back and my eyes were blurry, there it was again -- that cloud of foreshadowing -- my body already knowing I was speaking a lie.

But she does what I asked, and the tense bones steadily stops, her sigh was like a breeze, as if succumbing to me and her head almost fell back. Skin on fire, our heartbeats conjoining, massive breasts jiggling at the top of her white blouse.

Fully immersed as one and my lips curled.

Her in my arms, the steady trudge of the horse, the fresh breeze of the wind, crepuscular rays scattering all around the land, heightening the vivid flowers and grass. A moment of serenity that I stole for myself.

"You still won't talk to me, will you?" I said into her canal, she tensed all over again, and I grinned darkly. "Is it still about what happened between us?"

No answer. Expectedly. So, I took my time. "You gave into your desires, and for once did what Tiana wanted to do. And the first thing you did, was come to me. I'm forever honored."

Adonai speaks to the trainer in the background, paying no mind towards the scene between Tiana and me.

"I will never see you different. You are and always will be my Tiana, today, tomorrow or the next life. You're beautiful, nothing in this palace can hold a penny against what I see every day." My chin cautiously rested over the bone of her shoulder, silk strands of curls tickling my skin. "I imagined this day for so long. The day I'd get to see you again, and make every moment count, whether you choose to speak to me or not."

Her bones stiffen to the tickle of my lips over her skin, her urges accelerating the trembles begun, I linger my gaze towards the side of her cheek watching with a hooded gaze, before dragging my eyes downwards to her jumping breasts rubbing together and tightened my arms firmer around her body, predatory desires arising, ensuring she stays put.

"I don't regret it." I said with a deceptively low purr, she sucked in sharply, angling her head where my lips met the corner of hers, our breaths mingling, "I think about it every second. Every time I see your face in my dreams." My tone implying the forbidden aspects between us as I push her further into me.

"My hands all over you." I began to list, the heat in my streams leaving a mistic cloud around my eyes and I licked my lips.

Her nipples gradually begun to swell under the blouse.

"The taste of your body."

She makes a slight adjustment, slowly gyrating her hips, unwittingly rubbing over my swollen shaft, the leather slippery with her juices dripping in between, on the verge of silent ecstasy, grinding the bead of her clit over the saddle. And I pushed.

"And how wet you were. I think of it daily, and I count the days when we can do it again, except -" She braces herself, her smaller fingers quivering with suspense. "It'll be us, naked, and your back arched."

"Shall we race?" Adonai cut in. Shattering the sensual tease of our fingers and I inhaled a deep cold breath, moving my chin from her shoulders.

A rush of energy floods into her body as she responds far too hastily, brushing the crumbles of desire off her shoulders, "A race?" she says, her voice hoarse.

"Oh-" Adonai sung, dragging his glare between the two of us. "I didn't interrupt anything, did I?"

"No, no." she huffs edgily, "H-he was just telling me of his old life and how well he was able to ride a horse when he was younger." Her sheepish voice trailing.

I took a glimpse of her naked thigh through the slit of her skirt and bit my lip, it's all too fucking enticing, the idea to make her come, right here, before another King. I lied through my teeth ... and I'll do it again. In the midst of their murmuring, I craned my head downwards impassively, using a hand to slither it up her short dress, the touch of my fingers jolted her leg.

"Oh. I'd like to know, Nasir." he said my name so breathily and I forced the bubbling annoyance to recede.

I turn to him with the lines of my lips wiggling in the process substantially slow until I can keep them curled to a professional grin. And as I met his gaze, Tiana jolted with a small squeak, and all eyes peer to her in a question. My finger had dragged over leg until I reached the apex of her thigh grazing over the slippery mess without even fully touching her core, I already felt the heated moist liquid drizzling down.

"You bad Girl." I murmured, as I tilted my head downwards. My finger parted the lips and lowly hissed through my teeth at the creamy mess of liquid she was exuding.

"There isn't much to tell my King." I chuckle, feeling her naked thigh tremble as I dragged my thumb upwards over the trimmed folds. A devilish grin gliding across my face, very pleased by what I was feeling, instant access. No underwear, just how I love it.

"I love to be involved in things." he says, "Whatever you told Ms. Tiana, I would love to know the same."

My jaw grinds at his persistence, stealing my moment to fuck her hard with my fingers.

"When I was little -" I began and simultaneously inserted my finger through the tight slip, a groan escaped her lips and her thighs quivered, sandwiching my arm in between her. "Before my father became abusive, he would always take my mother to a farm -"

Serena's high continuous struts bounced her over my finger, head bobbling lazily, hot liquid sloshing down, coating down the back of my palm. It's risky, finger fucking her out in the open like this, under heavy scrutiny of Adonai, and watching how she attempts to be cordial, forcing the whines and moan to keep at bay. A goddess she is, my fucking kryptonite, and I dug deeper.

"My mothers' favorite animals to see were the horses. One day a rich man paid for us to have an hour ride-" I curled deeper, her hips slowly gyrating over my hand, a buildup in the making, and I felt the hot ball down at the pits, she was more in need of this relief so to say. "It was me, and my brother and we got on this beige horse named Samuel -" A strained moan crawled up her throat, and her head fell back onto my chest."

"My Queen?" Adonai says quizzingly, her brows knitted as he looks towards the drunken moves of her body.

Something creamy oozing down my hand as she forcibly responds, "Y-yes."

The strain behind my pants pressed tightly against the zipper. She's a quivering mess.

"Are you getting nauseas?" Adonai questions, the trainer beside him looking over to us worrisomely as we rounded the back of the palace, a sea of multicolored horses scattered behind, along with an array of unattended guards.

A few heard the trots of the horses, and turned to our approaching presence with a bow, but my eyes keep steady on two. Outcasted from the bunch, positioned before the marble of the palace, their wide frames guarding what looks like a tinted window, their faces stoic and deadpanned. Knuckles wrapped in white cloth and fresh crimson coating.

They met the glare of Adonai and bowed, but then they drifted their eyes to me the pupils sharpened, eyes molting to venom, perched like greedy vultures slightly hidden under dim silhouette. Keen on my every move while Tiana is still discombobulated into my embrace, her thighs still quivering as she releases, frothing all over my hand.

A flaring electrical line burning between our eyes, neither of us blinking, hovering over every free corner to shield what they were hiding, one relaxes his shoulder and angles his head back to display a dark grin, while the other runs his tongue over his lips rubbing the base of his knuckles.

"Pay them no mind now, Nasir." Adonai calls to me again, "They aren't the ... friendliest." he purrs, a dark chuckle crisply pops from his throat as he refocuses back to the horizon.

Moments soon passed and we detoured to the front of the grand palace and the rows of aligned hornbeam trees, marbled rock grounds, a massive scenery that could build ten aquariums. The sun soon begun to take a slight dip into the line of the horizon and Javier sprints out of the field.

"Tiana," I whispered, "wake up."

Javier's hair streaming back as he held a phone up in urgency, "Halt." Adonai commanded, roughly tugging the reign of the horse.

I mirrored the gesture, enclosed Tiana in my arm as I tugged the reign of Serena with my other hand.

Soft pants and red faced, Javier steadily approached in between us two, an open cell in his hand.

"What is it, Javi."

He bows, "Forgive me sir," his voice young, accent heavy, and he raised a long arm, "King ..." he turns to look at me, before he solemnly glancing to Tiana.

Adonai caught on, "I see...Uh..."

The absence of words became deafening between all of us, but the grunts of the horses who patiently await for a command. Adonai doesn't make contact, his face hardens. "Javier." he says, "Why don't you take the queen and show her some of our special places, there are many to be seen by the castle."

Javier earnestly complies, bowing his head low, and they exchanged the phone. Adonai excused himself and trotted away with the horse, deep voice fading and the shadows of their frames follow as they headed for the trees. Javier and I watch his fleeting frame, and when Adonai disappeared into the woods, leaving behind a rustle of his existence Javier dragged his glare to me in disgust, but turned to Tiana with a softer firm gleam.

"My Queen, please." he waved a hand, ushering for us to walk. But Serena made no effort to obey.

And I clicked my teeth with a slight nudge of my heel, and she struts. Eyes pierce holes within my nape behind as we descend and rounded a trail towards the end of the field. Serena's hooves were like heels no the ground, and I could hear the streams of running water, by the mountainous headless sculptor, legs parted, clear water elegantly pouring outwards from the slit of her carved pussy into the pool. The artist gathered her private parts well and worked extensively on her nipples. In my arms Tiana steadily arose as I withdrawal my hand from her center all under the eyes of Javier.

"This here my queen is King Adonai's first constructed monument, with the gold gifted to him by his father, worth over $800 million." he points, and her head lazily following the route as she bobbed it.

In the stolen distraction I leaned forwards, and once again my intrusion sends shivers down her spine, "Behind the palace, right side, dark window."

Her shoulders align and she drew a breath, "I-I know." She croaked lowly.

The drum of my heart suddenly accelerates, every thud scorched my body, and it moistens my palm in its wake, my fingers firmly tangle in hers. Sh-she talked to me.

"Tiana." My breathing wrecked. "You're talking to me." I murmured, "Why did you stop talking to me?"

I'm met again with the same sheer calamity, back to the silence that I couldn't stand between us.

"Tiana." I beckoned, attempting to entangle our fingers together but she continuously pulls away. I'm a maimed animal begging for life, she is my life source, I have to hear it again, I have to have her talk to me. "Tian-"

"Over there is when King Adonai launched his custom-made rocket." Javier says blandly, almost robotically as he pointed to a massive land. The beam of the sun nearly blinding as it reflects over the marble.

"King Adonai-"

"What is the secret room that Adonai spoke of." Tiana interjected, Javier stiffened his frame where he stood, a crow dramatically shrieked in the distance. "King Adonai was very adamant on having the young women tend to it, is there a possibility that this room can be added to my tour?"

A trembling leaf he became, but no wind to blame. Javier stood firm, fear stricken and cautious. Adams apple bobbing slow as he cleared a thick gravel, a dying beam of the sun hit across his face as he glanced up to her, a forced smile and timid eyes.

"Forgive me," he says, voice ragged as he bowed, "That room is unfortunately, out of the tour guide."

"So, then, you know the room I am talking about?"

He shook.

"Then it wouldn't be considered a real tour," She giggled, "What is Adonai keeping hidden ... more shafts?" she teased.

Javier gripped the fabric of his khakis, wrestling with his tongue to keep words from falling, eyes continuously adverting from our gaze. "My Qu-queen."

"I'm sure Adonai would spare me a quick glance," she persists, searching for weak defenses or any hinted body language.

Patter of hit scrunching over rock hastily from behind me, something was a miss by his eyes, I watch them continuously slip behind our frames, a gaze prickled the surface of my nape -- were being watched, observed and studied.

I pressed a finger against her thigh in alert, bushes rustle aside us, and Serena took a step back with a grunting neigh.

The secrets that lie within these walls were written with blood and he knew, he watched and was kept silent, for far too long, an overflowing drink that drips down the side of a glass.

And when Javier arose, granted just a few seconds to spare as the heat on my neck dispersed he parted his lips to speak when an ear splitting sound of a nearby explosion startled Serena, a wind gushed beside us faster than the zip of lightning and Javier roared in agony, the balance of his ankles tilted and he came tumbling head down to the ground, on her hind legs Serena arose with fear, were elevated at least nine feet with nothing to grasp and I fell back leaving Tiana entangled onto her reigns squealing with terror before Serena charged off.

I whip my head back in time to watch the shadow of a figure dash within the trees and gritted my teeth, aside me Javier's leg gushing with crimson, his face in agony as tears spilled uncontrollably, Serena mindlessly running and I looked ahead. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Tiana is getting further away; I can still hear her shrieks from afar. With luck a trainer comes hauling from behind the castle on a horse, and I'm on my feet in seconds.

His eyes hardens with fear as he looked over to the blood spilling over the marbled designs. "What happ-"

"Get the fuck off the horse now!" My hands dug into his vest, and he was tossed down to the ground and mounted all black horse and charged. The wind is sharp in my lungs, like tiny crystals slicing the organ and I couldn't breathe, but only pushed faster my discomfort meant little it was a race against time, and I know she is scared, I will make it to you my Tiana, just wait for me.

My horse worked fast, and Serena's frame can be seen, along with Tiana clinging around her long neck, hair violently streaming back.

I call out her name, but my throat swells with sharp air and splinters my words. The sea is just up ahead and Serena was ready to change route, I force my voice again, and her eyes luckily peeled open, reaching her in the nick of time. Her hand extends but repositions herself around Serena's neck.

"Pull the reigns Tiana." I call out, my voice barely audible, but i was steadily gaining. "Pull the reigns."

She stiffens. Trepidation holds her steady

"Trust me."

Flakes of crystal tears dispersing back into the wind, the current pf wind heavy but she closes her eyes and reached for the reins. Up ahead the line of the sea is nearing, I watched the glowing sun reflecting over the tides. Hurry, Tiana, hurry.

With more assertion, my horse made it side by side, her tear eyes looked at me like never before and tried to reach to me again. My arm extends and I try for Serena's reins, a click of the medal unlatched with in my reins and my finger got stuck in between the piping medal and my opportunity slipped.

Both horses curved the route, spicy salted sea grazing my throat, the pain of my finger growing and worsening by the fast paced horse, If I move reach out any further the finger will tear. But I'm optionless, I'll live the rest of my life without it as long as I save her. In the blur of the gusting wind I watch her lift herself, I pull back and grip the reins with my free hand and watched as she cautiously as she gripped Serena's reins.

"Tug!" I call out, "Tug hard and hold on!"

With one swift move she coils the leather, long curls feverishly tousling, and blinding her view, but with all her force Tiana remained low and lifted her back and tugged as hard as she could, a skittish noise emanated on the ground as we both tugged together, bringing the horses to an ultimate stop.