6.1 Ruse

Finally, a subtle look of realization passes over Kyros' face. His eyes narrow slightly as he skeptically questions you, "You are insinuating this is merely some ploy to gain, what, the eye of the next ruler?" Suppressing the urge to reply back defensively, you instead bite your tongue. Nodding your head softly, you quickly turn away from his distrustful eyes. He exhales impatiently, and you feel his fingers curl around your jaw before roughly pulling it towards him. Grimacing slightly in discomfort, you reluctantly meet his scrutinizing gaze. "I have little patience for games." He advises you gruffly as his fingers continue digging into your delicate skin. "It would be ill advised for you to attempt to deceive me." Unable to contain your annoyance any further, you attempt to pry yourself from his grasp. "That sounds dangerously close to a threat." You retort as he loosens his grip, allowing you to slip out of it. Placing the hand on the wall behind you, he leans down over you. "And if it is one?" The warmth from his breath lingers on your face while you desperately search for a response. "I-" You begin but find your throat is unexpectedly dry and no other words will form. His sharp eyes keep boring into yours as you slowly shy away from his imposing figure.

"If your intentions are true," He remarks in a low voice, breaking eye contact briefly when he glances down at your form. "Why should I entertain them?" A light blush creeps over your cheeks as you realize you're trapped in every sense of the word. Your heart beats wildly against your chest, causing you to feel a bit hazy. Kyros sneers slightly when you fail to respond again. "It seems I was correct in my initial assumption." His tone is dismissive as he begins to pull away from you. "Wait." You breathe out, finding your voice has finally returned. One of his brows arches questioningly but he pauses briefly, waiting for you to continue. Biting down on your bottom lip, you inhale deeply before going on to say, "Perhaps we can discuss this somewhere more private?" You see what could pass for a smile flash across Kyros face at your suggestion. "That is not necessary." He states decisively, while returning to his previous position. This time, however, his other hand reaches forward and brushes against the side of your neck. A small tremble courses through your body when his skin comes into contact with yours. His hand keeps traveling down your bare skin, stopping where material of your cloak covers your collar bones. Disregarding the pin holding it closed, Kyros roughly tugs it off your shoulders.

The sharp sound of fabric tearing reverberates through the narrow alley. Wincing softly, you press further back into the wall behind you. Leaning forward further, Kyros reaches down and grabs the side of your skirt. After raising it to your thigh, he slips hand beneath it. You inhale sharply as his hand runs across your inner thigh, then slides between your legs. The sensation of his fingers moving across your sensitive skin causes you to involuntarily try to pull away. Kyros quickly takes his hand off the wall and places his forearm diagonally across your chest. Air rushes out of your lungs as you are pushed deeper into the wall. Before you can react, he moves his other hand down further, then forcibly thrusts his fingers into your small opening. More of his weight bears down on you as he begins roughly sliding them in and out. Your blush returns when you feel liquid begin flowing past his hand and down your thighs. Stifling a moan, you twist your head to the side and try to steady your breathing. Kyros keeps moving at a steady pace and you can feel his eyes burning into you. You fight against the pleasurable sensation for as long as you're able. However, you eventually find yourself unable to hold back any longer. Wincing again, your body trembles again when you are reluctantly brought to climax.

Still blushing and breathless, you hesitantly glance up at Kyros. His expression is frustratingly smug, eliminating any hope you had that he might be unaware of your unexpected satisfaction. His eyes remain locked on yours as he slowly pulls his fingers out half way. An audible gasp escapes your lips when he swiftly adds a third before ramming them back in deeply. More liquid runs down your slightly quivering legs as you struggle to maintain your composure. Kyros' large arm pinning you against the wall is inadvertently holding you up as you feel increasingly unsteady. When he begins increasing the intensity and speed of his movements, you suddenly find it difficult to concentrate on anything outside of the sensation. When a loud moan forces its way from your throat, his arm slides up and his hand roughly clamps around your mouth. The sound is muffled beneath his large palm and you feel coarse bricks scrape against the back of your head. Though you're subconsciously aware of discomfort of his action, it's overshadowed by the subsequent rush of pleasure. Another muted moan resonates against Kyros' warm hand as you're overcome by another orgasm. Smirking patronizingly, he slips his fingers out then pulls his hand back out. Raising it to his mouth, he slowly traces his tongue across the side of his still wet fingers.

His other hand remains pressed against your flushed face. Your chest heaves deeply against his broad arm as you find it increasingly difficult to catch your breath. "I had initially intended for you to reciprocate." He muses, seemingly more to himself than you. "However, I think I will refrain from making you take a knee until I am Emperor." A small scowl flashes across your face at his arrogant assumption. Unfortunately, you are still in quite a disadvantageous position. Powerless to stop him, you watch as he reaches back down and rips the side of your dress open. Once enough of your lower half is exposed, he slides a foot between yours, using it to shove one of your legs to the side. A mix of apprehension and anticipation fills you while he moves forward. Closing your eyes, you reflexively tense when he somewhat painfully begins entering you. A humid cloud of warm air wraps around your face after you exhale sharply. Your breath has caused his hand to become slightly slick with sweat, and it slides against your face as he keeps moving. This time his actions seem to be more focused on achieving his own satisfaction. He finally removes his hand from your mouth before sliding his arm down to your chest. A soft groan emits from your lips when his hand moves to your breast. A jolt of electricity runs through you as his fingers twist around your sensitive nipple.

His lower torso slams against your hips as his thrusts increase in speed. More breath rushes out of your body with each movement. The lightheaded feeling returns, leaving your head spinning disorientingly. The fog abruptly clears when a sudden gush of liquid expels from between your legs. Gasping in surprise and overwhelming pleasure, your eyes roll back while reveling in the sensation. Kyros scoffs lightly as he keeps roughly moving in and out of your tight slit. He continues for a few more minutes before swiftly stepping back. Opaque fluid splashes against your slick midsection before running down towards your legs. Breathing deeply, you gently rub a hand across your now sore chest. Kyros tilts his chin up arrogantly as he stares down at your disheveled figure. "How easily the powerful fall." He derides callously while watching you struggle to recover your body. Clenching your jaw, you ignore his comment and are able to tie some of the ripped material together. Remaining silent, you pick up your cloak then refasten it around your shoulders. "In a weeks time I will be visiting this area again." He states bluntly once you are finished dressing. "I am not in the habit of failing to repay favors. Meet me then and I will do so." Curbing your initial reaction to decline, you give him a curt nod in response. Even after he has departed the small alleyway, you feel unable to completely relax. Noting the late hour, you're **** to set this aside and return to the library.