UNDRESSED BY THE KING

Chapter 8 - Some Like It Using the Hands

Nicollette

“Ughh, you’re so noisy, ” Mr. Ozric complained, cringing, looking at me with one eye like I had been screaming nonstop.

He massaged his head, threading his silky locks through his fingers, and I was left gawking at him - invisible drool coming out of my mouth nonstop.

God, how could such a simple act be so damn sexy?

“Me? Noisy? Huh!” I hurried to fix my dazed state. “I’m trying to keep a cool head here you know? I’m thrust again in this unknown place and with a man who, by the love of Christ, is the same man that threatened to cut my throat the other night!”

As if he just noticed our compromising position, he moved to the side, twisted his hips and stood up. He massaged his head again like he had migraine and looked at me still on the ground as if I am a wild plant in a garden full of daisies. The wilting one.

Or at least that’s what it looked like to me.

“You better keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut, Nicollette. You don’t want your throat threatened again right?” he stated.

I soon realized that he was just bluffing.

“You don’t have a blade with you, ” I pointed out, looking up at him with a hard glare.

He replied by throwing that said glare back at me. “Are you sure?”

“I am sure.” I examined his full (uhmm...delicious) body, pointing that there were no visible blades I could see. His suit was still as impeccably tailored as it was in my world and there were no protruding signs anywhere as far as my eyes could see.

Unless he hides a mini blade in his ankles, then I’m toast.

“Woman, ” he gave me a smug smile then. “I know one and a hundred ways how to assault your throat without even using my sword.” He unbuttoned his overcoat, showing me his collared white shirt that was as crisply ironed as possible. “Would you like to test me?”

Chills immediately gathered up my nape. s**t.

“No, ” I rushed to answer, but my mind...it was wandering elsewhere.

Don’t go there, Nikki.

Don’t you go there.

I said don’t go there!

But it was already too late. My mind drifted on the image of me bending in front of him and my mouth open for his...

No!

I shook the thoughts away as quickly as I could. I maybe inexperienced, but I had my own share of porno exposures (unwittingly might I add) during my college days. I know exactly what a BJ looks like and I bet that is included in his 1, 100 ways.

In response to my answer, his smug smile grew even wider, aware already that he won.

Tsk. Why must this happen to me? Being transported in another world is one but with him? Fate must really hate me huh?

I stood up, dusted myself free of any ground dirt and murmured as low as I could, “I can’t believe this. If he hadn’t...kissed me this wouldn’t have happened...”

Guess what, my bossy of a companion who probably had bat ears, heard it.

“How is that connected to being here?” he asked, unperturbed. Damn looking not at all sorry for kissing me! My mouth still tasted of him. I kinda like it. But that’s not the point here. We were talking about other issues.

Other issues. Period.

“Well, you pushed me against the wall!” I yelled, heat creeping up my cheeks. The image of him doing that still had the wiring of my brain going gaga. I never felt that being pushed could be so invigorating.

“And?” he followed, still acting like a saint.

“And now I’m here!” I tossed my arms up and gestured to the surroundings. “My God, ever since I touched that stupid mirror, my whole world has gone upside down.”

“Tsk, that explains everything, ” I heard him say. Somewhere between self-pitying myself and blaming him for kissing me, I realized one thing.

God. No wonder he called me a stupid woman in our first meeting.

“And now you speak to me in straight English. The first time we met, you could have used it, I wouldn’t have a hard time.”

I frowned at him and guess what, he responded with a sly smile.

“I was enjoying how weak and clueless you were.”

“Well excuse me for being weak and clueless. It’s not always that I get transported to another world, have soldiers looking for my ass, see a frightening monster, and have a blade positioned in front of me!”

He audibly inhaled, lifted his chin up and looked at me like I had just offended him.

“A monster huh...”

His playful mood disappeared. He shifted his attention to a clear path in his back and then said, “Let’s go.”

I blinked many times. Truth be told, I did not see that coming.

Lucein

“Where are we anyway?” she asked that question like I expected her to, one minute and forty-three seconds ago. My head still throbbed of headache, brought about by the unexpected travel from world to world. I wanted it massaged by my servants, but I soon dismissed that need considering the situation.

I glanced at my surroundings and saw a faint neon blue glow in every inch of flora.

Not my Kingdom that’s for sure.

“I believe we are in the middle of the Kingdom of Crimea. Blue leaves, blue waters and the Star of Judeza is proof enough.”

I looked at the sky and saw the one mentioned. It was as bright and rainbow-colored as I remembered the heavenly body to be. The second Earth doesn’t have this at all.

“That blue thing is water?” My focus was diverted when she asked from behind me. I paused and looked back at her.

She was pointing to a nearby glowing river with brows drawn up.

“Yes, why?” I tilted my head to the side. “Haven’t you seen water before?”

She mock-smiled at me.

“Very sarcastic, Mr. Ozric.”

Upon hearing that name, I closed my eyes. It didn’t sound as powerful and majestic here in my realm. In Nicollette’s world yes, but here? Nothing.

I sighed and peeled my eyelids to look at her again, intent on seeing how she would react if I tell her my true name.

“Nicollette, when we are here, call me Lucei-” But I stopped. The chit wasn’t standing in my front anymore. “Hey!” I shouted after seeing her jump into the river like a mad woman.

“Sick son of a...what are you doing?” was my first question when I came to stand directly above her, glaring at her.

The hell... what was she thinking?!

With the river just below her waist, I was relieved to see her standing and not drowning. But her clothes were effectively drenched; the tips of her hair with the same treatment and her face had splashes of water looking as if she was crying.

“Why?” she whispered, staring at her hands whilst turning it palm up and down as if waiting for something to happen. “Why isn’t it working?”

“What is not working?” I clarified. Surely, this woman didn’t think...

“The water! It is supposed to transport me back home!”

There. She really did think it.

I sighed and shook my head. With her, my patience was already thinning. “You are so clueless.”

“Then explain!” she yelled, eyeing me like a queen eyes her incompetent subjects. “I know you know the reason. The fact that you made a business empire in my world, lived there, learned our language, I’m pretty sure you know about my situation.”

A temperamental queen, yes, but smart. Nice.

I offered my hand for her to take. She did, quite fast I should say probably because she already felt the wetness in her panties. No pun intended there.

Once on land, I took my jacket off and handed it to her.

“Next time, when you jump into the water, make sure to get yourself naked. It would spare me the effort of getting my jacket off.”

“Oh you would definitely like that, ” she mocked, spice and acid mixed in her voice. She took the garment and wrapped it on herself.

“The mirror you unearthed in Malta was made from this world,” I started once she settled. “It was created with a unique silver only found in Zaxonia. I am yet to find out what magic was used, who made it, and how it was made, but think of it as an instant portal from my world to yours. I believe the reason why you were not transported back to your world was because this water here doesn’t have Zaxonian silver.”

Like a typewriter to a computer, the mirror for me is advanced technology if I’m going to compare it with my way of transport. I had to rely on my sorcerer and the pool he had in his cave lair in order for me to travel. This woman here in the other hand just needed to touch mirrors and be transported in an instant.

Fucking so unfair.

And I’m going to sever these treacherous men’s heads for this unfairness. Whoever they are.

“s**t, and here I am all wet for nothing,” she commented, her lips quivering from the cold.

I watched it for quite some time and then intentionally landed my eyes on her wet blouse that wasn’t covered by my jacket. Her breasts really were fit to be suckled.

By me.

“Well, that’s not entirely true,” I replied, smirking.

She looked up at me with tensed jaws.

“Enjoying the view, Mr. Ozric?”

“Yes, I am, ” I answered straightaway. What’s the use of keeping it? It was bound to leave my mouth sooner or later. However, I’d like to tease her more. “But don’t get me wrong, Nicolette. I’m not a juvenile. I’ve seen udders more than you can count.”

She scoffed at that. “Probably tasted them too.”

“Yes, but I’ve grown tired of milk.” Hard, predatory eyes fell on her. It was a warning of what was soon to come. “I want honey.”

I saw her swallow, a little intimidated there, but she held her ground quite fast.

“You sure know how to use metaphors. Are you certain we are talking about the same thing here?”

I smirked again and turned around to face the path going to the Crimean capital, however far it was.

“Depends...” I answered her.

She didn’t reply to that and cleverly changed the subject.

“This Zaxonia you are talking about. Where is it?”

I continued to walk.

“It’s my home Kingdom. The place where we first met and the place where I will be going.”

“I’ll come with you then, ” she chirped from behind me.

“No, ” I paused and glanced at her over my shoulder. “I’ll take you there.”

She beamed a smile, one that was brighter than the Star of Judeza, and said to me, “Great! ’Coz the moment I’ll see silver water, I’ll jump right straight to it and say adieu Zaxonia!”

A tic on my jaw appeared.

“Get a move on, woman. Don’t dawdle around. Walk and dry yourself at the same time.”

She groaned from behind me.

“Where are we going?” Right on cue. Exactly as I expected her to ask five minutes and twenty-one seconds ago.

I sighed, looking at a decent-sized encampment not far ahead.

“To a place where I could undress you out of your clothes.”

“What?” The tone in her voice told me she was surprised.

Really. It is so fun messing with her.

I smirked at myself.

“To change. Our clothes are too eye-catching. The Kingdom of Crimea doesn’t really welcome visitors well.”

“Do the people in Crimea have mirrors?” she asked. I knew exactly where this was going so...

“No.”

Immediately, I heard her release a disappointed huff.

“They use crystal-clear ice to see their reflections, Nicollette. But even though they have one, I’m no-”

I stopped. s**t. Don’t start spilling the beans now Lucein.

“You what?” she hurried to ask, catching up with my unfinished sentence.

“I’m not sure it will help you. Zaxonian silver remember?”

But my words were all just a farce. I know exactly that she’ll return to her world once she touches any mirror with or without Zaxonian silver. It was already tested when we were transported here. The elevator mirrors were from Earth. Common so to say. Yet she is here. I am here. So, I’m not going to let her see any mirrors during her indefinite stay here in my realm.

Better yet, I’m going to break all mirrors for good.

Or maybe I’m quick to assume things?

“Yeah, ” she answered and I didn’t miss the sad tone in her voice there.

“Lucein.” I started.

“Huh?”

“Call me by that name since we are here.”

This time, I stopped from walking and whirled around to face her, at least to see the expression on her face, but my forehead creased quickly. She was already shivering.

Suteca. (Fuck.)

“Nicollette, next time, if you are not going to tell me you are shivering, then you are going to get it.”

Even though her eyes were droopy, she lifted a brow at me. “What makes you think there’s still a next time?”

I ignored her question and hastily took her cold hand, as if pulling her towards the camp in haste, but in reality I was channeling my body warmth to her.

Minutely, she tried to pull her hand away, but I gripped it tighter.

“Look up and you’ll see a camp. It has decent clothes to change into so just let me lead you to it.”

From there, at last she relented.

It was a relief. I of course didn’t want any resistance from her. I am a King. I am not used to receiving resistances.

However, as we approached the camp, I had a realization descend on me. The feeling of her untainted, soft hand on mine was good.

So good. So purifying.

It almost made me want not to jerk with my hand again.

Well, almost.