Creative Challenge: Post 10

Note: Great, another wrong-gendered opening rofl. Um…
Also: I suppose NSFW (kinda) and ideologically sensitive material. Nothing graphic though, no worries.

She stared into the darkness. The sounds she heard coming from the master’s room made her cheeks flush; her tight rag she kept over her hair to hold it back was only making the heat more stifling, so she pulled it off, fanning herself with it.

“Oh, Goddesses, oh…” she heard the prince moan. Peeking around the doorframe, she saw the blue sheets shifting like water over the bodies of him and his mistress of the night. Biting her lip, she sank to the floor and shifted her skirts to make herself more accessible. Sliding her hands down her legs, she started working on herself, imagining herself in that bed, making her lord moan so, making him say-

“Come on, Dimi, I want to be on top for once.”

She blinked, pausing for a moment. She’d always imagined that he’d be the more assertive one. Thinking for a moment, she decided it was just another great thing about him, that he could let the woman take the reigns. She set into herself with new vigor, keeping her breath as quiet as she could and her feet slipping on the stone floor as she struggled to contain herself as quiet as a ghost’s shadow. Until, in a quiet whisper which she would not have heard had she not been listening so hard for ever detail of her master’s coupling:

“You’ll get your turn one day, commander. Until I say so, I’m the older of us, so what I say goes!”

“But Dimi...Ah-!”

She stopped again, eyes widening.

That voice…

Master Dimitro?!

She gasped loudly in shock, then slapped her hands over her mouth, trying to retract the sound. But it was too late: the sounds coming from inside the room had stopped, and after a few moments, switched to shuffling and hurried footsteps. Terrified, she struggled upright, pulling up her skirts and garments, and making a dash for the corner.

Out of nowhere, a blaze of fire erupted in front of her, scaring her senseless but leaving her unharmed. It did block her way, however, and she had no choice but to turn around. There in front of her stood Prince Kenneth, his hand outstretched, keeping the conjured fire in its place, contained. He was naked from the waist up, glistening with sweat, his auburn hair free and wild around his face and back, sticking to his cheek. His brown eyes were fierce, but there was also a flush in his cheeks of something other than fury. Beside him, his twin brother, Dimitro, stood shorter than his brother, but just as intimidating: his eyes were much calmer, but something about his stance, and the way his dark green hair, which looked black in the cold, nighttime hallway, still fell so neatly around his square features, was unsettling to her. He had not bothered to dress; his nakedness only increased the heat in her face, thought it might have just been the contained inferno burning threateningly behind her.

Nobody spoke for a few long moments. Then, as Kenneth opened his mouth, Dimitro spoke.

“How long were you out there?” he asked. His voice was a venomous calm, and she shuddered involuntarily. Should she lie? As she looked into the shorter twin’s eyes, she knew that would be the end of her for sure: he was a business man, and could spot a lie from across the room.

“About f-five turns. M-Maybe six? N-Not v-v-very l-long,” she said, trembling with fear. The Fire prince turned to his Earthen counterpart, reading his face instead of hers. Dimitro nodded.

“That...is not good,” he said, darkly. Fear surged in her again, and started to cry, falling to her knees. Kenneth look disgusted; Dimitro simply pitying.

“What do you think, Brother?” Kenneth frowned more deeply in response.

“Kill her, I guess. Too dangerous to be allowed to roam,” he said. His fist tightened, and the flames behind her intensified, and she opened her mouth to scream. Demitro’s gentle hand on his shoulder, however, made the flames die down, and all she managed was a little whimper. All she heard before she fainted was Dimitro saying he thought he had a better solution than setting fire to the corridor.

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The next spring, as the snow thawed and the birds returned from their summer migrations to the acres of Hyerun, the twins looked out at the courtyard from Kenneth’s window. The sun was just starting to break over the tallest spires of the chapels and towers of the city, streaming thin spring sunlight into the gardens below.

Dimitro pointed at a small sapling which had not been there last fall, in the corner of the yard. It was small, frail, with bark the same brown color as that unfortunate maid’s hair. Dimitro, mouth on Kenneth’s neck, asked quietly if he thought she’d at least finished before they’d caught her. Kenneth grimaced and shook him off, wary that other people might be enjoying the first rays as well. He grimaced and answered, probably not. The Earth elemental frowned and waved a hand: the sapling straightened and blossomed pink and white, making it the prettiest little plant in the whole of the country.

“Well,” he said, moving away from the window, “now she has.”