Cross-posted from Kurohed

[kiramaru7]

Title: Please…
Author: kira
Rating: OT
Words: 500
Characters: Soma, Meena
Spoilers: none
Summary: Sexual harassment of a princely kind…
Warnings: none


“Please, Meena,” Soma said softly. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “I want to share kama with you…” he shyly added.

“I’m sorry, your highness, I can’t, not even if you got on your knees and begged me for it,” Meena replied, hoping he would take the not so subtle hint and leave her alone.

Instead, Soma dropped to his knees. “Like this?” he said, hugging her thighs as he rested his head against her sex.

“Your highness!! Prince Soma, I beg of you, get up! What if someone sees us?!” she cried, thoroughly embarrassed and irritated by his behavior.

“How about a little kiss…?”

“No, I’m sorry, your highness, but I’m afraid you won’t stop at just a kiss,” Meena said, hoping some honesty would make him forget this nonsense.

Soma slowly rose to his feet, a delighted smile on his face. “You want more than just a kiss?” he murmured huskily as he pulled her close again, pressing his growing hardness into her. Worming a hand between them, he cupped her breast, moaning softly with desire while she growled in frustration.

“No!” Meena said, harsher than she had intended. “What I mean is…” whatever else she was going to say was swallowed in his kiss. Finally getting her hands between them, she pushed him away, breaking the kiss. “Prince Soma!”

“Yes?” he said, his voice dripping with lust. Ever since he had turned sixteen, he had been trying unsuccessfully to lure her into his bed, despite the girls in the palace that were closer to his age and were willing to bed him.

Meena stared at him, regretting all those times she had given into his whims when he was a little boy. She sighed, thinking he was just as stubborn then as he was now. Still, as much as she wanted to tell him exactly how she felt, she knew she could not. “Please, your highness...”

He cupped her cheek. “Please share kama with me, Meena…” Soma begged. “I’m hard with desire for you… Please…” he said softly. He may have been on the cusp of becoming a man, but he was still a spoiled little boy demanding what he could not have. He pulled her close again. “I love you, Meena… please share kama with me…” She trembled in his arms, which he mistook for desire. “I promise to be gentle…”

Getting a hold of her emotions, Meena said softly, “I’m sorry…” She had no doubt that he would make her his favorite concubine, but that was a tenuous position at best and she had no desire to be raised up so high, only to fall extremely low when he tired of her. Besides, she was too old to give him children, having wasted her womanhood looking after him, something she secretly resented him for. “Please, your highness, I beg you…”

Realizing she really meant it, Soma let go. “It’s okay, Meena. Perhaps another time…?” he said softly, before turning and walking away.