The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 93: A Wet Dream?

Chapter 93: A Wet Dream?

Her breath came out in shaky gasps, her lips quivered uncontrollably as she relished in the electric sensations gnawing between her legs.

His fingers flicked against her clitoris at an intensifying pace, he thrust into her wet chambers, pulling and pushing repetitively at a rapid pace, sating the air with her suppressed moans.

Her mind blurred with the haze of pleasure, until her body conformed to the land of slumber, where reality was blurred with the line of illusion.

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Rama squirmed on the bed as the sun rays pooled through the arced window to bathe her face. She shot her eyes open and stretched her limbs, feeling quite spirited after a good night’s sleep or preferably the best sleep she might have ever had.

She was about to get off the bed when she abruptly halted. The memories of last night crammed her head like a broken dam, making her eyes widen in horror and her palm subconsciously flew to her mouth in shock and utter disbelief.

She scrutinized her body with frantic movements and then her gaze fell to her bed, heart pounding hard against her ribcage that she had committed a grave mistake, a mistake that could plunge her into infinite damnation.

She pulled her nightdress up to her chest and checked herself keenly, she sighed in relief as she dreaded the fact that she may have done something outlandish with Draco, but when she checked, everything was normal, there was no abnormal sign whatsoever in her body.

She remembered what happened last night when he sneaked into her room, but it was quite all hazy as her mind was momentarily muddled during the intense moment.

She ran her fingers into her dark hair in exasperation, deep in regrets at her predicament of what had transpired between her and Draco. She was supposed to get married to lord Damien, not have a forbidden intimate encounter with her enemy, the vampire king.

She wondered for a split moment if it was all just a dream, it seemed like a logical explanation to her, because she couldn’t accept the fact and self humiliation that she willingly let him touch her and she conformed to it, she relished it.

It could be a dream since she couldn’t quite remember it vividly, a wet dream? And with Draco? She thought inwardly, her brows furrowed. She was displeased, but at the same time glad because it wasn’t real.

She patted her chest comfortingly, that it was nothing but a meaningless dream as she sighed in relief, but the unnerving voice buried deep within her, whispered the what ifs that made her unnerved.

What if it wasn’t a dream and he had really snuck into her room? She cringed, a chill ran down her spine but it was only for a moment, as she strongly declared it was nothing but a dream.

As usual, Madam Lyla came to clean up her room while she soaked herself in a nice warm bath, before being clad in a simple peach coloured dress with intricate flower embroideries on the bodice, depicting summer.

She braided her hair in a single ponytail, letting it fall at the side to reach her waist length, before going out to the dining hall to have breakfast with Malika.

As soon as she strode into the dining hall, her eyes met the crimson ones of Damien as he was seated at the head table, while Malika was seated a few seats further away from him, lips tightened in silence as she meekly ate her food.

He gave her a charming smile as she approached them, hands outstretched to the seat right beside him, gesturing for her to take it.

She gave him a slightly nervous smile with a curtsy before taking the seat. She spared Malika a glance, but the girl’s gaze was firmly fixated on the plate before her.

Rama couldn’t help but wonder how Zamiel had managed to sway her when she was obviously intimidated by a vampire’s presence and undoubtedly more intimidating than lord Damien.

"Did you sleep well?" Damien suddenly asked, breaking her gaze away from Malika as she turned to face him with an awry smile.

The question made her mind travel back to what had transpired last night or preferably her wet dream. Her breath hitched and her chest tightened for a moment in unease, aware of the fact that he could easily gain access to her thoughts.

"It was fine, how about yours? Did you make your bed warmer?" She blurted out in almost a rushed tone.

His brows curved up, puzzlement mixed with query etched on his face.

"I mean, you complained about your cold night..." She trailed off, realizing she was acting slightly hysterical and not making any sense.

"Yes, I’ll be fine." He answered, taking a sip from the golden goblet, that made his crimson eyes seem to darken and narrow with a predatory gaze.

"Did you inform Malika about it? I’ll be making a formal announcement soon during dinner in the castle." Damien said neutrally, diverting smoothly from the awkward conversation, while gaining Malika’s attention.

Rama was lost for a second as she stared at him blankly before realizing what he meant.

"I was about to this morning, during breakfast, which is right now obviously." Rama blurted out.

"Tell me what?" Malika queried with furrowed brows, her gaze darting between Rama and Damien in confusion.

"We’re getting married...soon." Rama said, but the last word was stated in almost a barely audible whisper.

Malika froze for a second as she processed her words into her head before eliciting a reaction mixed with surprise but also delight.

"That is a delightful news. Congratulations to the both of you." Malika said with a wide grin breaking through her lips and they returned it with gratitude.

"Obviously, you’ll be her maid of honor, is that right?" Damien said.

"Yes, of course." Rama said, beaming a smile at Malika whom seemed excited about the wedding even more than her

She ate her breakfast in silence, but she could feel Damien’s gaze on her, which made her even more agitated. The wet dream failed to be eradicated from her mind and she could only hope that he wasn’t aware of it.

"Rama, I’d love to have a small, private chat with you before we prepare for dinner in the castle." Damien said stiffly amid a their breakfast.

She froze in position, swallowing a morsel of food as she strained her brain on what the ’small private chat’ was about. She dreaded the fact it was about her wet dream.

Her appetite vanished into thin air, leaving her to fiddle with her food with nervousness. But since he announced the wedding taking place, she figured he might not put too much thought in it anyway since it was only a dream.

Breakfast ended and Maika excused herself, leaving them both alone. He led her to the balcony where a small glass table with two chairs was situated alongside an array of flowers beside the railings.

"I hope you don’t mind having dinner with my family?" Damien said, referring to Rama as they both took a seat.

Confusion settled on her face, wondering what other family he had apart from Zamiel and in the long run, Draco.

"Of course not." She said with a nervous laughter, sweat breaking across her forehead that he would soon reveal his knowledge of her wet dream. How mortifying would that be?

"You won’t know." He said in a murmur with a hard look on his face. He seemed to be contemplating within himself or rather having an inner battle on whether to tell her or not.

"Know what?" She queried, realising the small private chat had nothing to do with her embarrassing dream, but rather something else, something which seemed serious.

"I haven’t been honest with you about some matters." He said hesitantly and then, he paused, his gaze fixed on her blank face as he observed her reaction with keen interest.

She didn’t say a word and rather listened with wary and heedful curiosity on whatever was concerning his lack of honesty. She only hoped it was something she could handle, not something she would run from.

"Specifically relating to what I am, I mean what I, my brother and Draco are. Our true nature." He emancipated on every word gently and cautiously, making sure to not overwhelm her with the seemingly overwhelming truth.

"And..?" She queried with bated breath as her brows furrowed, while casting him a skeptical glance from the corner of her jade eyes.

"My brother and I are ancient demons." He broke out to her, his countenace firm and solemn, depicting the seriousness of his words.

Her countenance varied, at first perplexity slapped her in the face as her mouth slightly parted and then she was speechless, with confusion, surprise and anger.

They had made her seem like she was crazy all along, especially Damien who had teased her and then lied so smoothly that they were nothing other than vampires, which made her almost believe his words and doubt herself.

"And Draco?" She spouted her words in anger, her jade eyes shooting burning glares at him as she waited for his response.

"He’s the Devil’s son."