The Prince's Chess Piece
Absurdity Charm
It could be transformed like the most absurd charm in the depths of Kinanthi's field of view. Without a doubt he poked a piece of opium on the lips that stringed the meeting.
Seen pink cheeks, Kinanthi certainly shyly hold the sipu, his heart thumping. On the chest of the half-naked field the tiny body fused together with the hand that tightened the embrace.
“What if I want you?” the whisper swept through Kinanthi's sense of hearing.
“Didn't you ever since Kinan decided to enter this house, Kinan's body has been completely fatigued, Mister?”
“But why won't you serve me?”
Kinanthi's lips were silent, he had no reason to refuse his master's wishes. However, in his heart he was also unprepared to lose his only crown. A heated debate is going on in there.
“There is no other way to serve Sir, other than—”
The innocent face was dumbstruck, thinking of a more appropriate question. It feels less ethical to speak pervertedly in the presence of Mr. Nabastala. He was afraid of igniting lust that could have burned the passion of the super perverted man.
“Other than what?”
“Bonded,” replied Kinanthi shriek.
The handsome man's embrace loosened, then chose to take Kinanthi sitting on the edge of the bed. Stared at the face of the sweet girl was fixed, there was a nelangsa that he hid there.
“Why don't you want to do? You know, heaven is like opium. Once you sip it, you will be hooked afterwards.”
“It is precisely because of that, Kinan did not want to try it, Sir. Fear of falling into the valley of sin more nothing.”
A smile from the corner of his lips mocked. “How to think you're too colossal.”
“Kinan just don't want to lose before the legal sacred bond,” he said in a sad voice, enough as a reason why he did not want to do the forbidden relationship.
Silence breezed, bringing the two immersed in a realm of mind that only each of its owners could explore. Mr. Nabastala felt that the girl next to him was no ordinary virgin. The way to keep the crown of chastity deserves a thumbs up.
Although his life was in the arena of the lion cage, he never complained let alone complain. Only often seen to feel alone when talking about intercourse that is still so taboo for him.
Not unexpectedly the installment behavior and also the lips that often talk talk talk, also the nature of not wanting to budge is just a form of camouflage to make it always look that he is fine. Though outside of that, he is just a chess piece aka pawn whose life is all set.
“Master, lastin!” scream Kinanthi. He thrashed back when the man next to him tried to carry him again.
“Kinan, you can be quiet, no?” rough snaps.
“Ngak!”
“Terexistent.”
Mr. Nabastala smashed Kinanthi's body on a king-size spring bed with velvet sheets in ivory yellow. Like a prisoner released from the detention room, Kinanthi immediately jumped up intending to escape. But Mr. Nabastala was more nimble ahead of his movement. So that when Kinanthi reached the doorknob, the master had successfully preceded the lock.
“Dih, Sir does suck.”
No answer, let alone a snort. It was precisely the triumphant smile that the man showed.
“Just be quiet there. Watch out if you act miscellaneous,” the command with the index finger pointing right where Kinanthi is standing.
“Master wants to say?”
“Mandi.”
“Aiyoh, take another shower? Didn't you shower in Kinan's room?”
“Why? Can't wait to get the first sodokan?”
Kinanthi's face was stingy, not liking to hear his master's insinuations that were super perverted.
A sweet whistle sounded, a sign that he was happy. However, unlike Kinanthi, his heart was increasingly crowded with chaotic feelings.
••••
“It looks like you are indeed an obedient child.” Lord Nabastala approached Kinanthi.
It only took about seven minutes he was in the bathroom to unwind his deferral which had been delayed since he was in Kinanthi's room. The defense is quite perfect, fortunately it does not get out of control when he holds a small body that continues to wriggle. If yes, then what will it be?
It was also possible that Kinanthi would cheer in excitement seeing him screwed up like that. Oh .. Don't let it happen!
“Who is your partner as well?”
“So Master said what try? Mr. threatening Kinan to use all caution. Now even mgejekin spelled out obedient child.”
Spontaneous lips that begin to pout are blessed with a kiss. For some reason, Mr. Nabastala became nervous himself every time dealing with the stupidity shown by Kinanthi.
The girl's eyes were round, in an unexpected reaction to be hit by such a lightning strike. Even without horses. As a result, a gentle kiss from the lips of Mr. Nabastala escaped touching his lips.
“Why bulging? Cake never kissed,” quipped the master saw Kinanthi's response.
“No feeling what, first kiss Kinan is also a sosor sir,” pamper Kinanthi is getting sullen.
“Hei! Really, you've never kissed before?” goda Mr. Nabastala.
Kinanthi's lips became pouty, annoyed at being seduced like that. Because he had never felt the name kissing. Besides the man standing in front of her
“Iya, sorry. I don't know.”
Lord Nabastala framed Kinanthi's face with both palms. The views of the two clashed, the heartbeat was racing. Until the kiss for the sake of kisses blend raining the lips. Occasional small bites are felt on the lower lip belonging to Kinanthi.
“Mm ... Sir!” Kinanthi's mask with his hands banging on the shoulders of the owner of the athletic body in half-naked clothes that became a habit of the man after coming from the bathroom.
Surprisingly, Mr. Nabastala also felt unbearable to see Kinanthi who was so persistent in giving resistance. Feeling of not wanting to hurt arise drowning. However, what about the growing inner turmoil. Should it be left behind?
“Kinan, please! Want ya?” whining the spoiled master.
“What should?”
Kinanthi realized that sooner or later everything was going to happen. Consequences of the decisions he had made himself. Only, why should it be now?
The clumsy fingers try to pass one by one button on the kameja he is wearing. When he reached the middle, his fingers stopped. His heart cannot let go.
Seeing that, the master hugged Kinanthi tightly. Long kisses gawking, wild clutched tongue. The ignition of passion is getting flared up.
One, two clear droplets fell over the cheeks without a sound. Mr. Nabastala stopped his action, looking at the grim face. Then he asked Kinanthi to sit leaning on the back of his bed with his legs crossed.
Mr. Nabastala chose to fall on Kinanthi's lap, immersing himself in knitting dreams. Forgetting his excitement. He would wait until the right moment, Kinanthi willingly handed in without him pinta.
••••
The owner of the handsome face with thin lips sweet was sleeping soundly, his head was slumped in Kinanthi's lap. A subtle snoring that is heard in the ear like a rhythm of sleep, can long melenakan the soul of the virgin.
Almost two hours Kinanthi could not move freely, his legs like numbness. What's he supposed to do? Waking up his master who was still asleep, obviously he did not have the guts for it.
Kinanthi tried to squirm, moving her waist, which also felt tired. Oh .... Damnit. His lips were out of control, he sighed so relieved it felt to stretch his body muscles.
“Why? Capek?” Mr. Nabastala's question surprised Kinanthi.
Kinanthi who was wriggling with her gaze still glued to that handsome face, instantly made her cheeks red blush.
“Master, already awake?”
“From earlier.”
“Aiya .... Sir, how come, is that it?” Kinanthi's lips pursed as a sign of feeling upset.
“Sorry about the story?”
“Ngak,” Kinanthi reply quickly.
“Terus?”
“Kinan's legs are tired, Mr.”
“Stupid time.” Bumped in the face of the master hugging Kinanthi's thigh.
Seeing that Kinanthi could only shake his head, the often rude man's behavior turned out to be spoiled as well. At first he himself did not expect, if the events that happened to him as early as that would be so dramatic.
