The King's Hybrid Slave

Chapter 3

Keyara's POV:

"I don't think you know what you are talking about," I told him and he chuckled as he looked in my direction before walking back to me.

"Tell me, Keyara, who is your mother and your father?" He asked me and I didn't say anything back.

I didn't want to tell him anything. My mother told me to never tell anyone that if I did, it could put me in danger. She only ever told me because she felt that I had a right to know but she still didn't tell me till I was old enough to keep it to myself.

"I can taste it, Keyara, in your blood. It has a certain taste, that demon blood. A taste that anyone who was to taste it would know it was there." He continued to tell me but I just stood there, not saying a word.

"You know, don't you?" He asked me again when I wouldn't answer him.

"You know that if anyone were to find out it could be your life. I guess it's a good thing that you can't smell the demon part of your blood, only taste it so as long as no one tastes you but me, then no one will ever know." He told me with a smile that didn't make me feel any better about any of this.

"You're safe here, Keyara with me." He told me as he placed his hand along my cheek and rubbed my skin with his thumb.

I wanted to pull away from him but something about his touch and the way he looks, it just draws me to him even if I was frightened for my life.

"But what if you kill me like the other women?" I asked him and he smiled.

"I only kill when I want to kill and I don't have intentions of killing you. You will be my personal slave forever." He told me and I continued to look up at him in disbelief.

"Forever isn't possible. You will die, I will die, we all die." I responded to him and he chuckled as he pulled his hand away.

"My kind never dies at least not unless someone kills us and you? Well, you're never going to die either unless someone does it for you." He told me and I struggled with believing him because living forever just isn't something that happens, regardless of who or what he thinks he is or what he thinks I am.

"Your kind?" I asked and he nodded.

"There are a lot more of us than you think, Keyara. The cold ones who drink the rich red blood from the villagers." He told me as his hand slid down to my neck and rubbed the area where he had bit me not that long ago.

"So tell me, which one of your parents was the demon?" He asked me again.

"Neither because you don't know what you are talking about. I'm no demon." I told him and he chuckled again.

"One of them was not human, Keyara, and that I know for a fact." He told me as he looked down into my eyes, causing me to feel as if I was compelled to tell him even though I didn't want to.

"My mother was human but my father wasn't a demon as you claim," I told him.

"He's an Angel," I told him and the look in his eyes told me that he knew exactly what I was telling him and that what I was told by my mother was incorrect.

"Angels can't breed," He told me seriously and confidently.

"He did otherwise I wouldn't be standing here in front of you right now," I told him.

"Angels can't be seen by humans or interact with them. They only come down to take the dead to their final destination." He tried to explain to me but I still didn't believe him because I know that I saw my father many seasons ago.

"He's an Angel! I know he is!" I insisted but I wasn't convincing him any more than he was convincing me.

"Only a fallen Angel, an Archangel they're called, can breed because they are no longer pure. They've turned to the dark side. They are the lowest ranking demons but still a demon." He told me and I pulled away from him in anger.

"You're wrong!" I told him in a loud voice, causing me to throw my hand over my mouth in fear and shock.

"I'm sorry," I apologized to him quickly as I looked down in hopes that he wouldn't hurt me for being outspoken and talking back to a person of higher standing, a man of royalty.

"Shhh, I'm not going to hurt you for speaking your mind," He told me as he placed his fingers under my chin again and forced me to stop looking down.

"I want to see your eyes when I talk to you. You will have your father's eyes, the eyes that will be the eyes of a demon in time." He told me and I just looked up at him.

"And your eyes are cold and distant," I told him and he smiled.

"That, they are." He said as he pulled away from me and walked back over to the fireplace to stir the hot bits of the fire.

"You are weak as a human and will be easily killed and hurt. For the next few years, till you mature and your demon side starts to take over and you get your strength, you will stay with me. You will never leave my side." He said as he put the poker back and looked over at me.

"Understood?" He asked and I nodded.

"Good, because it's time for your first task as my slave." He said as he walked past me to the large double doors.

"Keep with me!" He ordered loudly as he opened the doors with more ease than the man that brought me in here.

I took off at a fast pace to keep up with his long strides with his long legs. I followed him through the large corridors of the castle, through several rooms, and down the stone steps. I was tired and feeling out of breath with the speed he was walking along with the distance that we walked. I tried to glance out the frozen windows as we walked passed them to get an idea of where I was but it was useless with the amount of snow and ice that was on them.

He opened the large doors and walked into a large bath chamber. I had never seen one before that was inside the same building that you lived in. My mother and I had to use our village's bath chamber where everyone who was of lower status would go to bathe and wash. There was another bath chamber in town but that was only for those of higher ranking, like our Master. The only time we were ever allowed to go in there was when he was there to bathe because we were required to wash him.

"The other servants will take care of the cleaning of the palace and making sure my bath chamber is always ready. Once your strength comes in, then you will be working with the others but will still be my personal slave and will spend most of your time with me." He told me as we stood next to the edge of the water.

He started to undress right in front of me without giving me a warning of what he was going to do. I wanted to look away but I couldn't stop watching him. I've seen plenty of men without their cloths and wraps but something about him, he was different. The sharpness in his body, the muscles that he clearly had more than enough of that were hidden under his wrap, and the sight of his manhood that hung between his legs was something that I couldn't seem to pull my eyes away from. Even the way his butt moved as he walked and stepped into the bath was hard to not stare at.

"Wash me," He ordered once he was in the water that only went to just over his sexy butt.

I walked over to the edge of the bath and sat on the stone so I could slip into the water when his voice stopped me from what I was doing.

"Did you wash your Master when he bathed while in your cloths and gowns?" He asked me and I looked over at him.

"My Master had special wraps that he had my mother and I wear when we washed him. He didn't want other eyes to see our bodies without the gowns or wraps even though all the superiors had their servants without." I responded to him as I waited to hear his next instruction.

"There isn't anyone else in here and I have never had any of the servants bathe me in their wraps or gowns." He told me and I nodded as I pulled my feet out of the warm water and stood up at the edge of the bath.

He kept his back towards me as I slid the sleeves of my gown off of my shoulders and it fell at my feet. For some reason, I wasn't nervous or scared about being in the bath with him without my gown. He wasn't like my Master and I felt that I could trust that he wouldn't hurt me like he said including not touching me or forcing himself on me.

I carefully put my feet back into the warm water and lowered myself into the water. The water stopped just under my growing breasts. I grabbed the block of soap from the edge of the bath and walked through the water over to him. I stood just to the side of him as I took the soap and rubbed it over his skin. I used my other hand to rub his skin after the passing of the soap. He didn't say anything to me as I made my way around his back. After rubbing the soap over his skin for a few moments, I would scoop some of the water in my hand and rinse it off.

I slowly walked around his body till I was standing in front of him. I looked up at him and saw that he was looking down at me but that was all he was doing was looking at me. He didn't look at me the same way my Master had looked at me when he had me undressed in front of him. The King just looked at me as if I had my gown or wraps covering my nakedness. He made me feel so much better and more comfortable knowing that he didn't look at me like that.

I pulled my gaze away from his and started to run the block of soap over his body, using my other hand to massage the soap into his skin before taking the water and rinsing it off. His skin felt so soft and smooth to my fingers. The heat that radiated off of him was warmer than the heat of the water. He was so warm.

"I need to wash the rest of you, your Majesty," I told him as I looked up at him.

"Less water on that side," He said as he headed in that direction of the bath.

With each step, the water lowered on his body even more until the water was only at his knees. I swallowed hard when he turned around and his whole body was on display for me once again. He had such a smooth hairless chest until you traveled down to his stomach where the hairline began and traveled to his manhood which was surrounded by thick luscious hair. He hung more than enough to get a glimpse of his manhood and see that he would be of good length. Even now, he wasn't aroused by the sight of me or by me looking at him which calmed my nerves even more.

I walked over to him and washed him just like I did before. The water came to my hips, keeping my mound hidden from his eyes even though I don't think it would have made a difference if he could see all of me as I could him. Even when my hands and the block of soap ran over his soft manhood several times to wash and rinse, he never grew hard. He never moaned or made any sound or sign of pleasure like all those men in the bath chamber, including my Master, would make as they were washed.

As my hands ran over his manhood one last time, rinsing it, I looked up at him and just like before, he was looking down at me...watching my every move.

Nothing more than the typical actions of a bath happened that day. The bath was very calming and very relaxing for the both of us. The man standing with me in the water wasn't at all like the man the woman in the dungeon claimed him to be. He was a gentle beast and treated me with respect. I never thought a man of power could ever be like that as all of those I knew and heard about were far from being soft and gentle, but he proved to me during that first time in the bath, that a soft gentle man like him did exist.