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The Cursed Mirror | DontxBlinkk et Kathria

Annette listened to the sharp breath took in. She figured it would be followed by some more harsh words to come demanding her back to the servants quarters. It's what Annette was expecting. She waited as silence filled the room. Well not really. There was the shouting in the distance on the river bank and the sun was setting. There were still bird chirping over head. The wind was blowing ever so lightly bringing in the soft scent of whatever kind of produce was being put away from the market on the other side of the market. Annette was tired of all the arguing, the running, the fighting, the many questions, she just felt like sitting down and curling up in her own bed with her teddy bear and talking to Star about something completely stupid and relaxing. She knew that wouldn't happen for a while, she knew she had done something to upset someone she didn't know. She knew she had to figure out how to fit in better to this culture as to not upset people further than she already had. It was making her head hurt.

She wondered what was taking him so long to make his decision. Annette's golden eyes just stared at the wine in her glass as she moved it around to amuse herself and she looked at her reflection. She could barely recognize herself with the makeup and the way her hair was done. Annette was used to being dressed up, but being put up like this was something new. Then the prince's words cut through her. Annette's head snapped up to looked at him as her brows furrowed in a bit of confusion. He wanted her to stay with him? Hadn't he been upset when she had insulted him? He wanted her to sleep in the same bed with him too? Annette shifted her weight at the thought. She had never really shared a bed with a man before and she didn't really like that idea, but she bit her tongue at saying anything at that. She gripped the cup a bit tightly before nodding her head slowly. "...Alright.." Annette spoke slowly. She wasn't really sure how she would do about sharing a bed with him. Then again maybe they would just sleep on opposites sides of the bed like her and Star had when they had sleep overs. At least that's what Annette had thought he had meant when he had said sharing a bed. "...if that's what you want."
 
Sebek's jaw tightened. "If it wasn't, I wouldn't have said it," he returned, suddenly slightly aggravated by her reluctance and soft words. He cleared his throat, pulling himself back into a calm position and turned around, sliding against the cool marble he had pressed himself against. "Yes, it is," he added in a much more polite tone. His harsh words weren't going to help comfort Annette any more than holding a knife to her neck would. This was serious and important things they were beginning to discuss. He let his eyes slide closed for a moment before he pushed off of the stone and started over to the wash basin on the desk near his bed. He took the cloth and wiped his face free of the makeup that had been applied to it that morning along with the rest of his face, neck and arms. During the day, the water had chilled to a comfortable temperature but it was perfect for removing what he needed to take off before he got into bed. "Clean yourself off," he requested before finishing the wine still in his glass and lowering himself down onto his bed.

The sun was still setting, which gave them time before they needed to get to sleep but after the sun set it grew colder and Sebek made it a habit to retreat to the warmer part of his room, complete with furs and thick blankets to warm himself until the next morning. While he let Annette give herself a quick wash down, he lit several of the candles set around the room, giving the pair enough light to see by but not disturbing the shadows on the other side of the curtain. The prince vanished to the other side briefly, speaking to the guards just outside of his door and pulling the rest of the window's curtains closed before he reentered the 'room' and tugged the thicker curtains closed, cutting off both their sound and the light from entering the rest of the room. It was perfect for muffling the sounds of conversations from the guards or any visitors waiting in the other room but allowed enough airflow to keep it from getting too stuffy and crowded around the man's bed. Sebek worked with what he had and while he was no interior designer, he had a certain eye for the task that came in handy on several occasions.
 
Annette was surprised when he snapped at her. She tensed a bit as the servants behind her shifted before removing themselves from the room as they knew the prince was getting ready for bed. Annette watched them from the corner of her eyes. They existed so quietly, trying so hard not to disrupt the conversation the prince was having with her. Annette was not used to it. Servants, people being owned. This was a whole different way of life. They had grown up like this, she knew. This was all they had ever known. If only they could see the life Annette knew. They would be baffled. Annette shifted to watch the prince as his tone became softer again, he was trying to contain himself as he moved to wipe his face off. Annette put the cup of wine down as she watched him before he instructed her to do the same. She raised a brow. Annette moved slowly then. She was used to washing makeup off her face after each day, but this make up they had placed on her face was a lot greaser and she moved to the pot of water. She washed the makeup off quite easily before scrubbing her hands and arms off.

It felt good to take everything off her skin and she sighed when it was all removed. Annette watched him from the corner of her eyes as he lit the room with candles. She moved to take down her hair, but the pieces in her hair were complicated and she just left it alone. Annette wasn't used to the things and she'd rather not tangle her hair up trying to take out the jewels Zaliki had placed in her hair. She moved to the bed, sitting on one side of it and staring out onto the Nile as Sebek went to talk to the guards. She was content on watching the boats dock in the distance, on the figures disappear into the darkness. Annette's gaze turned on him when entered the room again. She watched as he pulled the curtains to give them more privacy and to dim the voices on the other side. She could see then what little design he had put into the room and it made her smile a bit. It was not what she had ever expected a royal room would look like, but it was pretty enjoyable to be in one. Annette yawned a little. It had been such a long day, she had not realized it until now how exhausted she had been. Usually she would not have been this tired, but the events just never seemed to stop and her head still felt like she was spinning. She felt like she was on her period with her emotions and...Ew what if she got her period in this time frame? She didn't want to think about it. She shook her head at the thought. Annette moved to lay on her back with a sigh on the bed, at least it was comfortable.
 
The prince stepped up beside the bed, looking over the ornaments still left in her hair. Now that the makeup had been removed from his face, the man in front of her looked far more human, more personable, more modern, than the man she met in the streets. His face was wiped clean of all the traditional, artistic look he had grown up wearing, already feeling more relaxed. Even though nearly every upper class member of his society wore the same look, it was something that weighted so much more on his shoulders to the point where it made him feel like another person when he removed it. Sebek felt that much more comfortable around Annette now that they both appeared to be the same kind of person.

"Sit up," he muttered quickly, nudging her feet over before sitting down beside her legs. "You'll sleep better if those things are out of your hair. Let me help." He had assisted his sister hundreds of times before in removing the same sort of items before and he knew exactly how to remove them without any pain. And better yet, he had a brush that his sister absolutely adored. Of course he wasn't ready to give it up, but whenever his sister was feeling horrible, she would come in and have her brother brush out her hair, talking and having one final chance to settle down before they both fell asleep.
 
Annette blinked when he approached the side of the bed she had laid down on. He looked more human, more like a normal man on the street she might find in the modern world now without his make up. Then again this was still Ancient Egypt. She was wondering why he was standing there looking at her. Had she taken the side of the bed he usually slept on? Annette was stretched out on the bed just staring up at him silently wondering what he was thinking as he looked down at her. Then he spoke and nudged her. She rose a brow curiously.

Annette moved making way for him on the bed before sitting up on the bed. She looked at him over her shoulder as he mentioned the things in her hair. Ah, she was just going to leave them alone. She was used to sleeping with things in her hair. It could hurt if she laid on the jewelry wrong, but Annette didn't mind. She pulled her knees up to her chest as she yawned. "Hmm okie." Annette shrugged. "I don't mind sleeping with them in my hair if you don't want to take them out." Annette admitted, but if he wanted to take them out she wouldn't stop him.
 
The prince inched closer, reaching out to begin removing the hair clips. They were wound in her hair carefully, making sure they stayed put during hours of movement, work and show the servant had to go through. The princess's weren't nearly as weaved in as this woman's, but it was all the same set up and in no time the first one was out with no tug or pain from the man's actions. He certainly knew what he was doing. "You would be more comfortable if they were removed," he informed her softly, continuing his work. He was so close to having the girl down in his bed... he had to move slowly so he didn't frighten her away from the position they were in at that very moment. Sebek was close enough to smell the lingering scent of the Nile still in Annette's hair along with what was left from the kitchen and more importantly the light smell of the world she had come from earlier that day. No matter how much she scrubbed and tried to work it out, simple water couldn't wash away the smell of smog and fuel from the cars in the modern world.

Moments later, the prince withdrew the final piece of decoration and set the group of them down on the same desk as before. "There," he muttered before returning to the other side of the bed. By now, the room was beginning to chill as the night temperatures seeped into the room. Sebek took a seat on the opposite edge of the bed from his new servant, removing his sandals and the wrap skirt-like shendyt he wore on a daily basis, revealing a pair of linen shorts, barely enough to cover him, but perfect during the hot days. He brought his legs up under the covers, pulling the blankets back over him before he fixed the new jaguar hide over his bed, leaving space for Annette to come under and join him that night.
 
Annette was expecting him to tug and pull out some of her hair. Instead he was very gentle and she barely felt the tug as he pulled the first jewel out. She listened to his soft words as he told her she would be more comfortable with them removed. Anette smiled lightly. It was trued she would be, but she still wouldn't have mined if she had to sleep with them in. She closed her eyes as he continued to remove them. She was falling asleep with him sitting there removing them piece by piece. Maybe he had done this with his younger sister. Annette wondered.. It was the only thing that made sense. Or maybe Sebek had someone he cared about that he did this for. He was her age after all, and it wasn't uncommon for people back in this time to get married very young, epically royalty. Annette didn't bring up the question though, she just enjoyed the feel of him taking the jewels out of her hair and the silence in the room.

When she heard him set the pieces on the table she stirred realizing he had finished. Annette straightened her back sighing as she looked at him when he muttered and ran her fingers through her long hair. "Thank you.." She watched him move to the other side of the bed before he began to undress to prepare himself for bed and she looked away. Anette rolled onto her back before sitting up on the side of the bed and looking out at the darkened waters. She couldn't really see anything with the candles, it was getting far to dark and she only really turned her attention back to him when he crawled back into the bed. She looked at him as he crawled under the blankets. Annette moved, crawling under the overs herself but giving herself a distance from him. She curled up on her side with her back to him keeping the blankets up against her face. It was awkward being in a bed with a man and Annette wasn't really sure what to say. She knew if Star could see her right now she'd be laughing her ass off and Annette cringed at the thought. Star always did like mocking Annette when she had her shy moments.
 
Sebek gave the woman some time and space before he was convinced that she wasn't going to move any closer to him. Slowly, the prince turned onto his side, barely interrupting the woman, and slid closer, giving the woman a light tug away from the edge of the bed. It wasn't the largest bed Annette had seen, only about the size of a double bed, but by these ancient standards it was grand and made just for the prince, complete with an ornate canopy with curtains of the finest material. It was large enough for two people, maybe three if needed, but never gave much room between the two people without one of them nearly falling off a side of the bed. Moving closer was no effort and Sebek seemed to do it with ease. He laid his arm across the woman's waist, inviting himself to enter her personal space, resting against her body.

"You only have one set of clothing," he pointed out softly, letting his hand slid along the woman's leg, lightly gripping at the cloth she was still dressed in. His voice went no further than her ear, his warm breath playing against it as he spoke. "A second is available to you, but only if this gets too dirty. I don't suggest you wear it to bed." He paused, giving her a chance to stand up, letting her slide from his arms, only to point out the next thing he thought she might have been worried about. "These blankets capture any heat that tries to escape. You won't have to worry about that."
 
Annette was closing her eyes as she got comfortable when he started to move around in the bed. She thought he was just moving onto his side, well he was, but he was moving closer. She tensed when he slid closer to her and laid his arm around her waist. Her eyes were wide open and she stayed completely still. Annette gulped. This was getting really awkward. She had never been this close to a man half naked in a bed before and she liked her distance. He was invading her personal space and Annette couldn't sleep like this with him breathing on her neck. She knew the bed was small and she had been trying to give him space as well as herself but now he wanted to be closer. Oh the things she was dreading. Every muscle on her body was painfully stiff, it felt like she had a Charley horse all over.

The prince spoke then about her only having one set of clothing. He talked about a second pair of clothing if the clothing she wore got dirty and his hand slipped dangerously low but gripped the cloth she was wearing. Annette was holding her breathe as he pulled back from her. He was giving her freedom to move, but his words rang in her ear about the blankets capturing heat and Annette knew exactly what he was talking about. She looked at him a bit stunned. So he had wanted her to spend the night to undress and only God knew what else he wanted from her.. "And if I refuse?" Annette asked. She had to. She really didn't want to undress, she just wanted to sleep. To close her eyes and dream, but he wanted something more than just her snoozing in his bed.
 
The prince's eyes narrowed once, for only a moment before he slid away. "Then you would wish you had accepted by gift." Despite the cold temperatures, the space beneath the blankets was already beginning to heat up and his words would be proven within minutes. If Annette was to sleep in her clothing, she would have to wear them again the next day during even more heat. Dipping herself and her clothes in the river was one way to wash herself, but she may not have much time to do anything very throughly each day and not only was sleeping without the clothes on more comfortable, at least for the prince, but it was an easy way to keep their clothing clean.

"I wouldn't want to spend a full night plus another day in the same clothes," he added, tucking his hands behind his head, stretching out the muscles in his stomach as he began to relax against his bed. The woman may not have wanted to remove her clothing, but what the man was saying were all good points that he dealt with every day. He was only trying to help her. "It's up to you," he finally claimed, letting his eyes drift closed for a moment. He was tired but dealing with Annette was more important at that moment. He couldn't sleep until the woman made up her mind on what she wanted to do or, if all else failed, she left to the servant's quarters. Sebek wasn't quite ready to allow that to happen. "Just hurry up and choose. We need to get to bed soon."
 
Annette watched as his eyes narrowed and his sharp words came out. Annette didn't like the way he had looked at her like that or the way he had foreshadowed that she would regret not accepting his gift if she didn't take off her clothing. "I already apologized for that..." Annette grumbled. She looked away from him. She really didn't want to get naked in front of him or anyone that she didn't know for that matter. The bed was warm but then again she wondered if slaves got another change of clothing...this wasn't modern day. They probably didn't change their clothing everyday they probably used the same pair of clothing for a year or so before it was run down before getting a new pair. She wasn't royalty here like him, she would be wearing this for a long time. Annette moved to sit up and sighed at the thought. What would he do if she refused? Something she probably didn't want to know about. Annette didn't want to get on his bad side, she was already on his brother's and the Pharaoh's bad side.

Annette listened to him as he made his valid points. She could hear how tired he was, like her. He insisted it was her choice before telling her to hurry up. Ah, the prince was so impatient always wanting what he wanted when he wanted it. Annette moved to stand up. The marble was already really cold on her bare feet and she winced as she gripped the clothing of the dress. She knew she might regret this later but she moved to pull it p over her body. First her ass was exposed revealing her large firm ass. There under the left side of her ass was a birthmark in the form of a small rectangular tan patch. Annette kept pulling the dress up exposing her pale back before completely removing it. She sat down and folded the dress up before moving to place it on the table next to the jewels. Annette moved back under the covers with her back still to him. Annette tried to relax as she curled up under the blankets while closing her eyes as she sighed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day she just needed to get through tonight.
 
While Annette was changing, Sebek slid further under the covers, closing his eyes shortly before rolling onto his side again, watching the woman as she continued to undress and finally folded up the cloth. She was quite organized, which Sebek could have expected from a crafter. It was a quirk that he didn't mind and even found cute, as it wasn't annoying him in any way. He tried his best to keep things neat but it never worked as well as he had hoped. Then again, that's what people like here were there for.

As the woman came back to the bed, the prince flashed a small smile, silently admitting that he was pleased with what he saw from her appearance. Thin, unworked, yet not weak. She had the body of what many would consider a princess, which may have confused people if they just looked over her without knowing what job she had in the palace. Despite Annette turning away from him, yet again, Sebek wasn't going to listen to her silent plead to be left alone and slid his arm lightly around her once again. His free arm was used to hold up the pillow beneath his head while he gave the woman a gentle, soft squeeze before his eyes closed. With the perfect excuse of it being 'for her protection', Sebek refused to let her go or slide away while he was drifting off to sleep. And lucky for Annette it didn't take long for the man to fall asleep, his arm loosening lightly.
 
Annette figured he would get the hint and leave her be, but that didn't seem to be the case with him. He was so adamant on being close to her on having his skin touch hers. She felt him move close again and then his arm wrap around her. This time his arm touched the bare skin of her side and she tensed even more. Her eyes were wide open with that before she looked back at him glaring at him. Still the prince had closed his eyes and was drifting off to sleep with his arm around her. His arm was strong and Annette knew there was no point in trying to fight him off of her if he was just sleeping, she could just deal with it for tonight.

She furrowed her brows as she rolled back onto her side and curled her hands up by her side closing her eyes. Drifting off to sleep was a bit hard knowing that she was naked in a bed with a strange man, but she finally went to bed when his grip loosened and she realized he had fallen asleep. At least dreaming for Annette would be better, she could dream about home, about her family, about her friends, about being in class, about the stores she used to go to. She hadn't realized how missed she missed common things like that until now.
 
Her first night in Egypt was far more peaceful than anything she had at her home. No sirens, no cars, the neighbours were silent, or non-existent, and the air was fresh and clean. It wasn't all perfect though; the air was chilly and when a breeze blew inside, it wasn't the most pleasant thing felt. Sebek barely noticed, thanks to the thick layers over his bed. He slept as well as he ever did, pleased with the feeling of having someone with him again. He was too tired to make any moves that night, on top of not wanting to frighten her away, but when the sun began to peak into the room, the prince began to stir. Like most in that era, getting up with the sun was a common, almost demanded thing. Royals didn't have serious jobs they had to do like the farmers did, but Sebek made it a point to wake up as if he did. That way, he had plenty of time to walk through the early opened marketplace, possibly eating breakfast outside of the palace, before he had to do what his family asked of him.

There was a few minutes of silence before Sebek began to turn, drawing his arm back against the woman's skin to stretch his body without having to move any more then he needed to. He looked to the woman beside him, checking how deep of a sleep she was still in before gently reaching over, pressing his body against her back and brushing hair from her face to get a better look.
 
Annette's hardened face had softened up in her deep sleep. Annette barely noticed him move his arm away from her as she curled back up in her spot. The sun was just beginning to fill into the room and hit Annette's eyes, but she ignored it as he stretched. It moved the bed, his actions, but she seemed to not be bothered by it at all. Her hands were still curled up by her face and hair had covered her eyes and lips from moving about what little she could during the night to get warm. Now she was comfortable, and Annette wasn't ready to wake up this early.

She stirred a bit when he pressed against her back before sighing and relaxing again. Annette was too far asleep to care right now. She would have moved, would have been embarrassed if she had realized he was there. Her brows furrowed a bit when she felt him brushing her hair back from her face and she closed her lips before moving her hands up to her face with a groan. It was often something her mother had done to wake her up when she was younger and Annette was trying to sleep. "...five more minutes mom.." Annette mumbled clearly not awake.
 
Sebek paused, listening to the woman's words before his lips drew back into a soft smile. It sounded like she had been close to her mother, at least some time before she left, which also probably meant she was dreaming about her. Often when he woke up, it was obvious as to what he was dreaming about by the way he woke and whatever mutter passed his lips as Zaliki nudged him awake. Those were rare times though, on days he may have been sick or extra tired from the day before. Typically Sebek was left on his own to wake. Annette though, she needed more help. Or so the prince thought. He certainly wasn't her mother, no matter how cute her mumbling was to him.

He gave her a minute to adjust to his touches, making sure to remove most of her hair, all but a few loose strands, before leaning in to place a warm kiss on the edge of her jaw, lightly trailing towards the lobe of her ear, admiring how soft her skin really was with his more personal touches. He made sure to stay as quiet as possible, other than the natural sound of his delicate pecks, to give her a moment to wake in peace before what he imagined would stun her. Sebek was fully expecting her to wake with a start, forgetting where she was, and falling out of the bed. He would let her go, both for her own safety and his entertainment, and recover her once she began to settle. If he held her in place, the chances of her flailing grew and his own injury nearly doubled. It was better to have her fall against the floor than cause serious damage to the prince. That certainly wouldn't help her innocent cause if the pharaoh found out.
 
Annette didn't move to stop him as he continued to move the pieces of hair off of her face. She smacked her hand against the pillow with a sigh before grabbing onto it. Still not awake. Then the kisses came. Annette heard them. First they echoed into her dreams, before she felt them on her skin. They were soft, gentle. Star? No, Star knew she didn't swing that way and knew to give Annette space. Annette stretched out her arms in front of her when he got close to her earlobe. Her brows furrowed as she started to wake to reality. Slowly her eyes opened into slits and she saw the view in front of her. The open windows to the Nile river, and...this wasn't her room, and there was someone behind her.

Annette realized where she was there. She remembered the events the day before and, she tensed before moving and stumbling out of the bed before falling onto the floor just like the prince had predicted she would. At least that was something she was thankful, he wasn't holding onto her. She slumped against the bed before grabbing the dress on the table and unfolding it. She brought her legs up to her chest trying to cover herself up, though most of her hair had fallen in front of her chest and was doing that. Annette was moving to put the dress back on, to clothe herself. There was no need to be naked anymore.
 
Sebek raised his arm up, allowing the woman to slide out and collapse onto the floor. Sitting up onto his arm, the man watched her move from her temporary seat to her dress and began to slid it back over her body. Tossing the covers back, the man stood up, slid over behind his guest and grabbed her dress before she could pull it over her head. He worked it free from her hands, careful not to rip it, and grabbed her wrist in an instant. "Good morning, Annette," he almost purred, stepping closer with a smile. "I hope you slept well." Again, he placed a kiss on her, this time against her cheek, inching back down to her jaw before lowering her wrist to her own side, keeping his hand locked on hers.

"There's no rush this morning," he added, tugging her back towards the bed as he took a step back with her. He wasn't ready to push her but at the same time he knew what he wanted and it would take him quite a bit of convincing to make him think differently.
 
Annette almost had the dress over her head when she heard him move. She was getting ready to pull it down when he grabbed it from her. Annette was trying to fight to grab it back but he easily worked it out of her fingers and placed it somewhere before gripping her wrists. Annette froze when he kissed her cheek and told her good morning. He was stepping too close for comfort and Annette didn't like it. "M-Morning." She just wanted to dress and go about the rest of the day like they had talked about yesterday. The kisses had been brought down to her round jaw and she could feel his breath hit her skin as he began to lower her wrists. She tried to fight them free but he was stronger than her and it made her brows furrow in a bit of protest.

His next words came, no need for rushing. Then the tug on her wrists came, coaxing her back to the bed with him. She could see the little bit of twinkle in his eyes. She was naked and he had just woken up and there was no doubting what he wanting, but Annette wasn't sure she would exactly let him have it. Still she followed him back to the bed. "Don't we have things to do today?.." Annette asked as they got closer to the bed. She wanted to cover herself and her face was finally starting to turn red with the realization she was naked in front of a man and he could look at her.
 
The prince smiled as he nudged Annette down onto the bed, joining her in the space beside her. He still held a firm hold on her wrist until he was sure she would remain still. Once he was, he lifted his hand up to cup the base of her head, one side in each hand, looking her in the eye. "Not until later," he began to explain, pressing his lips against her forehead before pulling back against, leaning his own forehead against hers. "We have several hours before we need to be some place." The market wasn't something they needed to do that morning, he was just planning to do so to give her a chance to see his city early.

But having a naked treasure in front of him was a better treat that he enjoyed much more than anything offered in the market. He didn't waste another second to prove that to her. He closed the gap between them, pressing his lips against her own, still slightly chilled from the night chill lingering in the air. The kiss didn't last very long and he slowly pulled back enough to get a look at her face before repeating the touch.
 
Annette could see the smile tug on Sebek's face as he nudged her onto the bed. She blinked as he quickly followed her onto the space left over on the bed. Still his hold was firm on her wrist and Annette felt like some sort of slave that couldn't get away even if she wanted to. She thought about fighting, about punching him. Then the thoughts came into her head about how satisfied she might be but how she would pay for it when the Pharaoh got the sight of his son being beaten up by a servant. She wouldn't look too innocent after putting a bruise on the dear prince and she remained still at that thought. His hands went to her face then and she looked at him uncertain of why he was holding her face like that. He was gentle, like he had done this many times before or maybe he was afraid he might break her, either way his touch was nice in it's own way. She heard his words explaining why they didn't need to leave right away. Right, he could do whatever he wanted. He was the prince. She blinked when he kissed her forehead. Annette was a little caught off guard by this especially when he rested his forehead against hers afterwards. Annette would have asked what he wanted to do in those several hours they had, but she already had a good idea of what he wanted. They were in his bed, with her naked and him half naked.

There was silence between them for a few seconds. Their foreheads just resting together with his hand son her face and then..he moved and pressed his lips against hers. Annette's face turned red and she blinked a couple of times. She had been expecting it, but at the same time it still managed to catch her off guard. His lips were still slightly cold, as were hers but the kiss was still something pleasant. As quick as he had kissed her he had pulled back to look at her and Annette looked at him raising her brows only to fine him leaning it to kiss her again. Annette wasn't as stunned this time and closed her eyes. She felt a little awkward kissing this man she barely knew, but she couldn't help let her lips lightly press back against his. Annette moved a hand up awkwardly to touch his.
 
This time, the prince let his touch linger on the woman's lips, especially once she returned the touches. He had a good look at the blush that sat on her skin, now he wanted to really make her glow. Once he was sure that Annette was going along with him, Sebek pressed into the kiss more, allowing one of his hands to slowly make it's way down along her skin, over her shoulder and to her waist, where it finally stopped. It was the perfect place to pull her by, not to mention he could get control of her spine within seconds. Sebek drew in a slow breath, pushing closer to her once again but this time to nudge her back onto the bed. The prince didn't waste any time, curving her back with his hand, bring her into a light arch against him as he used the hand still on her head to gently lower her back. His upper body strength wasn't super human, but impressive, with a good amount of hidden strength deep with. He could have, if he wanted to, picked Annette and carried he with one arm, if it wasn't for the awkward shape of a human and her possible kicking.

Luckily, there was no lifting here, only nudging and lowering. Once she was moving, Sebek's controlling hand moved from her back to her knees, bending them and bringing her further onto the bed in a more comfortable position beneath him. While his hands did that with a skill he barely had to focus on, his lips were still attached to his guest's. On several movements, he added more pressure to her soft flesh. Once he began to move her legs into a proper horizontal position, the raven haired man tried to push her further by letting his lips part enough for his tongue to teasingly run along her bottom lip, urging her on with a charm only a proper prince could naturally muster.
 
She could feel him boldly press into the kiss more. Maybe Annette shouldn't have pressed her lips back. She had been caught up in the moment of having someone's soft lips pressed against hers and now...he was going along with it. She shivered at the feel of his hand moving from her shoulder to her waist. At first Annette thought he was going to go further with it, but he stopped and let his hand rest there firmly. Then again, Sebek had full control of her with his hand right there. He could force her on her back, to press into him, to push her away. But he wasn't doing any of those things yet, at least not yet. He pushed closer to her and Annette tensed a bit. She could feel his body heat. He was so close and..she was frightened as much as she was excited, and she knew she shouldn't have been excited. This time he was pushing closer to her, nudging her back on the bed and Annette placed her hands on his chest. Not to push him away, just because she was surprised when he was moving her to make her lay down. The position was awkward. His lips were still on hers, and her back was arched. Annette squirmed a bit at the awkwardness of the position.

Then his hands went to the back of her knees, bending them and causing her to go further back onto the bed until she was completely flat. It was evident he had done this before. Sebek had practice in his motions, he was good at this and silently Annette wondered how many women he had bedded, how many of his servants he had taken to bed with him. Right now Annette was in no position to ask him, his lips were pressed firmly against hers and he was hovering above her. Then his lips parted and she felt his tongue run against her bottom lip and a soft gasp left Annette's lips. She moved her hands slowly around his neck as she pressed her lips more firmly against his and parted her lips for him, too wrapped up in the moment to really care about things.
 
Annette was still playing along, which only began to encourage the prince of his actions. He did what he could to avoid smiling at the woman, in this case it was to deepen the kiss. Once hers had parted, Sebek nudged his tongue forward, letting it trail over her own before withdrawing and breaking the kiss all together. He gave both of them a chance to catch their breath before he swooped in for another, more powerful kiss. This time, he placed himself at the proper angle to tease the woman's lips and tongue with his own. And that he did. As soon as their lips connected, his tongue slipped past the woman's light defences, which had already partly opened for him, and ran his tongue over hers once again.

His hands remained still at first, but eventually the one on the woman's legs began to wander. Sliding up he smooth skin on her leg was a good start and soon enough he reached the bottom he saw the night before. The soft flesh felt even better in his hands than he had imagined it would, giving her behind a light squeeze as if to test out the flesh. Plump, shapely... this part of her was made to be a royal's behind. It was one of the nicer bottoms he had felt in his life. Since his mouth was busy assaulting Annette's, lightly holding he to the bed, his second hand began to play with strands of her hair, brushing them aside in favour of a clean face for the prince to view and kiss as he saw fit.
 
He deepened the kiss instantly, which Annette found rather amusing. He seemed to never want to waste much time, to get right to the point and to get exactly what he wanted and he was getting what he wanted for the most part. Annette wasn't really thinking about that though, she was more just enjoying the feel of his soft lips being pressed against hers. The feel of his tongue grazing hers was enticing and Annette wanted more of it. Though he quickly pulled away so they could breath, her face still red from embarrassment. She thought maybe he was going to tell her to get out and Annette was getting ready to position herself to move when he came back with a much more powerful kiss and forced Annette's head back into the pillow with a surprised giggle. When his tongue entered her mouth again, Annette wrapped her tongue around his and locked her lips against his as she drew his tongue in more.

The wander hand made her shift in her spot. She was nervous as to where it might end up. Instead she relaxed slightly when it was only sliding up her leg before he gripped her ass and made her jump in surprise. The squeeze had defiantly caught Annette off guard, something she wasn't used to. Her butt wasn't for show or play, she just liked to stay in shape, which the prince seemed to be enjoying a lot. Annette's right hand idly drew circles on his back as he pushed the strands of hair from her face. It was odd that he did such a thing, then again he must not have wanted her to hide behind her hair from him.
 
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