Chapter 30: Chapter 30

Daisy pov

Something wet touch my skin which made it tingle, I try pushing it away which stopped but after sometime it came back again.

I sigh frustrated trying to talk but my voice came out hoarse strained from the moans and screams last night. "Seriously can't you see I don't joke with my beauty sleep. If you don't stop right now, I'll face my wrath on you."

I heard a chuckle and I recognized it as Damian's. I turn to give him my piece of mind but, my body shut down any movement I made which cause me to pout and my hybrid laughed at me.

"Damn...they're huge." I croaked.

"And you took it all...like a good kitten." Shit! I said that out loud watching him chuckle.

When I woke up this morning I didn't expect to feel pains all over my body or maybe just a little but not this whole lot. Memories of yesterday night flood like a flash turning me crimson. I opened my eyes to check the time and it was well past midday, giving a fiery orange sky.

So they finally succeeded.

Thank the Lord I'm still alive though.

"Hey baby girl. Here drink this. It will help with your voice." Passing me a glass, I gulp greedily which he chuckles touching my cheeks affectionately.

"I thought I lost my voice back there. It sound like something in dire need of an operation." I place a soft kiss on his palm giving a lazy smile happy staring at his electric baby blue.

"How are you feeling? Any pains or discomfort?" His eyes trails warily on me.

"Yeah, I feel fucked up. Pains everywhere." literally.

"Fucked up huh? Good pains or bad pains?"

"Great pains." I grin which he chuckles.

If I could do that again with them, I won't trade it for anything.

"I'll run a bathe for you while I look for something you'll wear. Just stay there and don't move." He gave me a pointed look while I smile nodding innocently. ha! As if I'll listen. Watching him walk to the closet but not before placing a kiss on my lips. I need to see the damage they did to my precious hair with all the pullings. It probably look like a wild forest

now with exception of dry leaves and tree barks.

I flipped the duvet revealing my naked self. Crawling to the bed end couch wincing at the pains I felt on my lower half. I finally got down only to take a step towards the mirror, I fell with a loud thud.

My legs! I can't feel my legs! Just then Damian rushed in looking at me weirdly on the floor and then burst out laughing. Like full blown hysterics. I pout.

"What have you both done to my legs?! I can't feel my fucking legs! Once was not enough, you both had to paralyze me going six times. That's TWELVE times for me!" He kept laughing picking me up and placing me back on the bed.

"I told you not to move but you're too stubborn to listen. Maybe we didn't fuck you enough to be a good girl." I blush getting a flash image of when he had me tied to the bed post fucking me and slapping my ass cheeks repeatedly. I felt myself getting wet and he groans.

"It's still your fault I'm in this condition. Poor virgin like me have to suffer this. Shame on you both."

"Really! If I can vividly recall, you wanted more of it. You told us not to stop. 'Mmh go harder, fuck me deeper. Oh yes Damon...please Damian faster.' I shriek hiding behind the covers hearing his voice high pitch like my cries of pleasure.

Hey! I'm allowed to scream when I'm getting it good.

"Someone cannot play with you, is that how you use to do?" I frown pushing him away from me but his grip on my legs were tight.

"Like do the do. If you know, you know. I don't need to explain more."He says cockily throwing a wink.

This boy is such a spoilt fish, who in their right sense won't understand what he just said.

"I really hate you right now. Where's Damon?"

"Urgent meeting so he had to leave while I stay with you today." I nod snuggling into the covers. "So for real, do you hate me?" He picks me up carrying me bridal style to the bathroom placing me to sit beside the tub as he check the temperature while adding my favorite lavender scent.

My eyes travels to my thighs seeing the dried blood and cum mixed together. I blush biting my lips feeling little giggles escape when I touched it.

"We felt your hymen every time we finger fucked you. That's why we weren't deep saving it for a special day. But deep or not you are a flowing dam. Damn baby girl!" He grins picking me up and place me in the tub. I could only blush.

"I can't believe we didn't have our first dance yesterday. I'm sorry. My stupid heat decides to ruin our romantic night." He soap up the loofah washing me up delicately like an egg. I giggle.

"Fuck the dance. We still had our first dance. Skin on skin with the best sound track." He says eyeing me with a lustful gaze.

I squirm in the tub feeling tingles soaking me up and I tell you it's definitely not the water. Don't you dare think about it girl. Your body is still recuperating.

"How did we escape yesterday? It all happened so fast that I didn't see anything after they came for me. I was freaking scared we won't make it out alive with those crazed men." My mind drift to the eyes looking clouded with lust ready to devour me. A cold shiver ran down my spine.

"We'll do anything to keep you safe baby girl. No one can hurt you when you're with us. But we got help cause we knew your heat will definitely come back." I nod rinsing off.

"So repeat it again. Do. You. Hate. Me?" He stood up with Long John hard, veiny and angry pointing at me. Shoot.

Lord knows he's the demon I'm yet to conquer. Gosh his dick is so beautiful...beautifully erect for me. Is a dick allowed to look this good and inviting? My stupid hormones can't even resist his naked self, it just not fair.

"Kitten you're blushing. Do you like what you see?" he tilts his head looking at me with a smirk.

"Why not. Last I checked it's officially mine."

"Are you for real right now?" Feeling a little bold and adventurous.

"Yes Damian, I'm for real. This is MINE. It belongs to me. I OWN you forever." I stood up trailing my hands through his soft wet locks caressing his hair, down his abs to his raging cock, stroking it slowly.

"I love it when you claim me and get all bat shit territorial. It gives me a huge turn on with a raging cock." He grins.

"Now you know what you do to me."

"Have you ever thought of exploring you sexual adventures."

"Yeah. Always."

"Tell me kitten, I'll love to hear them."

"Shower sex, office sex, pool sex, plane sex, beach sex, car sex, kitchen sex, bedroom sex. The list kinda goes on but these are the ones I can think about now." I say still stroking him,

his pre cum gushing out from my tease.

"I love it all and welcome all the sex position. Damian junior is so hard and wants to feel your warmth around him again. Can we try the shower sex now if you're not weak enough." He pins me to the wall cupping my breasts while playing with my tits teasingly.

I just couldn't refuse, guess I'm a bitch after all.

"Just go easy with the ride cause we don't want to slip and fracture a bone." He switch on the shower above us which falls mildly on us.

"You underestimate you husband." He pick my leg up pressing his tip inside not moving at all.

"Wifey doesn't doubt your strength. Stop teasing me, I'm too wanton to wait." I wiggle to get it in which he went deeper. This feeling is still foreign to me as my walls stretch to accept his thick length inch after inch till he was fully in me. We both moan out.

"You like that kitten?" He thrust in slowly in...out grind, in...out grind, driving me crazy, had my toes curling, my nails clawing at his back.

"Yeah, keep going. Don't stop please."

Damian hoist me up his thighs, my back to the cold tile sending goosebumps to my body. He braced himself looking at me with a grin.

"I love having myself deep in you. I doubt I'll ever get tired of that picture especially our first night together." He went in slow thrust, pulling out to his mushroom tip and slowly go back in. I think his plan is to drive me crazy. And it's working.

"Uh-huh Same here. So you love my pussy only."

"Nope I love everything about you but, my favorite part is you moaning my name and writhing in my arms." He slow pace was a torture as I cried out. He look at me and I could just cum watching him. Saying sweet nothings to me, his lips trailed kisses everywhere and I could just combust. I cling him feeling his slow strokes deep and sensual in me. My toes curl as we both moan looking into each others eyes.

This isn't fucking or mere sex. My sweet Damian is making love to me in the shower and I could just scream as his slow strokes tortured me higher and higher to the edge. I crashed my lips on his as he kiss with vigour.

Our slow strokes became a sweet torture bracing me in his arms as we made sweet love in the shower and we came shuddering together. We finally got to bathe each other and pull out of the tub cleaning ourselves when I felt his cock poking at my behind. He said he wanted to have my that way, round two started with me facing the sink, leg in his arm and me looking at the mirror as he sent me once again to cloud nine.

So this is what sex feels like with the one you love.

Damon's POV

This has got to be the biggest joke of the century. My Queen is not, is not...fuck. she won't take this well. I watch her parent solemnly held each other with my parent sitting besides them, comforting them. Damian blinked rapidly as if it will make them disappear or wake up from this dream.

"Hold on, Dad you're telling us that your best friend and his wife who we all thought was dead is Daisy's parents?" I ask looking between my parents and Daisy's parents. They nod simultaneously.

"It was you yesterday in the ball room. You did that with thunder and everything froze." Damian asks pacing around. He does that especially when he's thinking.

"I know it's frustrating sons but I didn't want her to know about us...our kind. I wanted her to live a normal human life void of danger." Her father spoke calmly looking at us. WTF.

"Normal human life! So you took our mate from us all these centuries and hid her in human world." I snapped at him in anger, he knew about us together and still took her from us.

"Your excuse doesn't justify the fact took her from us. Everyone thought you were dead, how did you do it?" Damian still looking confused ask for clarification.

"When my wife was pregnant with Daisy, there was an uprising in our clan over her head. On her first birthday we found out she's a threat to a dark force we banished who will not rest until she and her mother, my wife is dead. We had to fake our deaths by cloning some bodies and left when no one knew. We changed our names and hid our identities from her for her protection."

"Protect my foot. You lied to her dammit! You lied to all of us!" Damian looks red in anger and confusion. I've never seen him this angry ever since our we grew up.

"We had to do it. It was known when she was still in the womb she'll be mated to you both. She'll be the most powerful being of her time followed by her children but, her fate lies between the ones she love and her kingdom. A great war is coming sons." He continues.

"No shit we know that already." Damian scoffs taking a seat. Rubbing the bridge of his nose he let's out an exasperated sigh.

"So you did all this to keep her away from our world. How do you think she'll feel when she finds out her parents have been lying to her a whole 223years of her life? Using spells to wash her memories away. Did you even think about that for a second?" I asked her parents in anger.

"I'm sorry, we're really sorry." Her mothers face red in tears.

"You took our mate from us and you're apologizing for a miracle. Thank your stars we're allies and now family." Damian snaps at her which she flinch holding her husband sobbing uncontrollably.

"You need to tell her yourselves. She needs to know and hear the truth from you." I look at them in shame most especially pity as my parents went to comfort them.

"We take our leave, our mate needs us now. Come on brother." We left them to a more pressing matter.

*

"Heyy Mum, Dad. You called for me."Daisy knocks poking her head inside their room.

"We need to talk Daisy."Mum ushers in, Daisy dismissed her servant girl walking into their room to join them on the couch.

"I'll be right outside my Queen." Kira closes the door behind her.

"So my little bear is now a Queen. How does it feel?" Her father ask placing a kiss on her temple.

"Not funny at all but I'm coping. I'm really sorry I didn't tell you earlier about this. It's also new for me and I didn't want you to hate me or think I've gone nuts talking about Supernaturals."

"Beside we knew there was something about those boys when they came to the house. You know your Dad can fish out a smelly fish." Dad jokes making the ladies chuckles.

"Daisy we need to tell you something and you need to listen us to attentively cause it's best you hear it from us." She knew the only time she's called her name by her Dad is when she did wrong or something bad is about to happen.

"Mum, dad is scaring me. Have I done anything wrong apart from keeping my husbands a secret from you." Leaning into the couch watching her parents looking tensed and nervous.

"Just listen to him please. And known that everything we did...we did everything for your safety. We're sorry for being selfish." Mum take her hands into her fidgeting ones.

"Your mum and I are not human." Dad says.

"That's not true. It can't be." The tears gather and she dare not blink.

"Daisy, calm down please. You're freaking out." Her Mum tries to calm her down knowing she's hurt and confused.

And she blinked.

"Why won't I freak out?! Wait, what they hell are you? Are you really my parents?" Immediately Mum slaps her hard from her outburst which shut her up. She cries silently holding her stinging cheek looking at the marble floor.

"Daisy Ima King. You will speak no more to us like that. I carried you in my womb for nine months and he's your father. I won't hesitate to discipline the day lights out of you. We've not been the best parents, we've lied and hurt you but that doesn't give you the right to question our paternity." Mum's voice raise in anger and hurt looking down at her daughter who cried silently.

"S-sorry Mum."

"We didn't want you to find out like this. We wanted a normal life for you as a human but like they say destiny can only be delayed but can't be stopped." She says in tears. Dad lost in his own thoughts.

"What do mean by a normal human?" Daisy asked wanting to confirm her fears watching her mum wipe her tears that still spilled.

"Your father is a Warlock prince and I'm a witch. You are the fruit of love. You inherited our powers as the greatest sorceress in existence." This is such a dream, she blinks once, twice, then burst out laughing like a maniac.

"Is this time for jokes now or what?"

"Child! Get yourself together. How did you think we never said anything when you told us about your so called wedding or your husbands. That's because we knew it was a coronation. We're Prince Kingston and Princess Ashanti of the warlocks and witches clan." Her father's voice boomed in the room. Quickly she took out her phone scrolling through pictures until she found the one she's looking for.

"T-this is you?" Showing them a picture she took from a book which they nod. Now she knew why the picture look so familiar. It's her parent. "You knew them all along and made me act a fool. How the hell are you alive if this was centuries ago. How old am I?"

"We live longer because of our spells which keep us youthful." Her mother replies looking more tensed wiping her eyes.

"I'm really sorry. I know it's a lot to take but we promise to tell you the truth, no more lies and secrets." Dad came closer to hold her but she flinch away.

"How old am I Dad?"

"Daisy..."

"Answer me Dad!" She snaps angrily at him standing up from the couch wiping angry tears away.

"I need to show you something." He stood up touching her temple and just like brain freeze images upon images flashed through her eyes. Things she thought was a dream, places she saw in her dreams were actually her memories, figments of lost memories.

"Every year we wipe away your memories using a powerful magic so you won't remember. We change countries each year when your powers get exposed until your twentieth birthday. You kept having frequent dreams and figments of your memories. Then one night you mistakenly lit your room on fire with you in it. We were so scared only for everything to come out unscathed. You grew stronger as the year passed and we decided to come back home praying that no one from our world find us."

She couldn't believe what her ears were hearing. It wasn't a dream, it was real. She remembered that particular incident every time she close her eyes everyday after that year in Spain. Hot tears spilled uncontrollably looking at any sign her parents will tell her it's a joke and they're messing with her.

"You're a 223year old witch." She gasp loudly holding her palms to her mouth in shock. The tears now spilling uncontrollably. Feeling lighted headed and air space too small for her to breath she staggers towards the door clutching her chest in pains to run from this nightmare.

With blurry eyes looking back in fright at the people she calls her parents. A loud wail escaped her lips hitting her chest as if it will stop the piercing bullet wrenching pain she felt right now.

"Tw-two hundred and tw-twenty three years old. Wh-why d...?" The room started spinning. She heard distant shouts, screams and voices calling her name but only one thing came across her mind before she lost consciousness.

I'm a 223 year old witch.