Lycan King’s Nemesis

Ash??

“Yah!!” I clamoured, tightening my fist around the reins as I kicked the stirrup of the black giant Striker and the resounding slap of my Lunge Whip landed on his black thick skin.

The act ignited its energy as it lifted off its front hooves and came down hard, thundering towards the barrier the linesmen had placed subsequently for this purpose, leaping over it smoothly and only coming to an end at the other side of the rope.

“Good boy.” I chuckled softly, releasing my hold on the reins to let it glide to a slow strut. We have been at it since early morning when I came out of the palace.

With the games coming up and the race being included, I was doing everything possible as well as investing into this to make sure it turned out excellently. This was the first time a game of this nature would be carried out in the Lycan Kingdom and I anticipate that after this game, hopefully, my subjects would enjoy it so much that they would take an interest in horseracing.

I fell in love with horses as a pup. My Dad-Goddess rest his soul-would often place me on my favourite mule-Dopsy-as I called her. Then he would guide the mule through the back fields while I’m atop it, telling me all the pleasures this creature brought him in his loneliest moment, growing up in the dark halls of the great Mongomery.

My father thought I didn’t hear him. However, unknown to him, despite still being a pup then, my love for the creature mounted just as his. One day, he said he stopped being close to them after he lost his favourite gallop to my grandfather’s cruel means. From what I heard, my grandfather was a no-nonsense man and had less tolerance for time-waste.

After what he did to my father’s horse, he decided to forfeit that side of himself for a greater purpose.

Something I have found very hard to do. Secretly, I have nursed this part of me, hiding it away from the world and my family as I wouldn’t want to suffer anyone’s unkind judgement. And slowly, I think my plans are coming to pass.

“How do you see it, your majesty?” Asked Timothy, the head of the stablehands in the palace.

I nodded, my face still stretched in happiness. “You did well with this, Tim. I must say.” I released the reins as I positioned to jump down, collapsing my Hessians against the blades of the afternoon shimmering grasses. “Does this mean they are ready?”

“Of course, your majesty.” He seemed over the moon too. “I told you we will have them ready anytime you need them to get to work.”

I was still nodding, my eyes narrowed now in thought. “Very well, Tim.” I patted the muzzle of the Striker as I walked in Tim’s direction. “I have never been more tense as I am right now.” He was the first hand employed for the horses training. He came with a full package, being in the business for a long time and knowing his ways around it.

If this works out, I think I have found my miracle charm. He understands the goal too.

“Two years ago, this was merely an imagination, your majesty. I think it’s time we do this.” His eyes skipped behind me at the same time that William’s knowing scent loomed in the pristine air.

I gradually pivoted about as he neared us, his eyes swimming the entire length of the field in awareness. This is the reason I trusted him with his secret of mine. He shared the same satisfaction as me.

“I see this is where you are, mate.” He stopped in front of me. “How are the breeds grooming coming on?”

I splayed out my hands. “What do you think?” There was undiluted delight in my voice. “Timothy said we can do this, Will. My dreams are finally coming to pass.”

He patted my shoulders. “Your old man would be proud of you, Ash…”

I let my hands lower beside me, the reminder tainting my mood a bit. “I wish he was here to see this. I don’t know how he would react, but I know it would have definitely not been like mother’s.”

At that, we all busted out laughing. My mother took this royal business too seriously. To her, nothing came before or even after it. It was after the Kingdom doings, still came the Kingdom doings. I missed her somehow. Albeit, I was happy she was far from here, possibly doing the things she loves.

“The elders were at it again,” Williams drove me back from my small drift. “They were mad you were absent.”

I sighed and took a step in the direction of Kenya, one of the biggest Stallions I have-if not the biggest. He was chewing fresh hays that when he noticed me, he merely spared a second to sniff my hands for treats and at noticing none, let out a loud snort and went back to chewing. “That is how things would be in a long time if they don’t stop pestering me about making pups,” I said lowly, already fed up with the nagging old goons. “It’s not like it’s our fault the pups aren’t here yet. My mate and I are… active.”

The thought of her had my crotch getting tight in my work trousers. If there was anything sweeter than my mate’s pussy, I think it’s air itself. I despised her, but right now, compared to staying a day without embedding my cock inside her wetness every night, I will choose to continue enduring her unwanted invasion into my life.

Williams drew closer. I knew what he was up to through his eyes even before he opened his mouth to say, “you mean you two do it every day?”

I glared at him. “Fuck you.” I bent to pack a batch of hay and delivered it across to the other side so as to circulate the hay among the horses. Here, everyone worked. No body is higher than the other. Except for the gossip monger beside me. “That’s my private business.”

“As if you have ever concealed any part of that lifestyle away from me.” He grumbled.

“We are trying to make a baby, Mate.” I stood to dust my hands. I squeezed my face as the sun shone brighter in the sky, casting down stinging rays. I think it’s time we adjourned. “My mate is dedicated to the course.”

“I definitely agree with you.” He hollered and stepped back, his eyes spotting mischief. “You know for someone who disgusts you so much, I will think you carry out that duty maybe… once in a week.”

“What good would that do?”

“It will still produce the same result. Unless you have something you ain’t telling me, mate.”

I scoffed, seeing no reason to proceed in this kind of discussion with Williams.

He might be right. Slowly, irrespective of how much I yearn to make Gwen suffer in my hands, it appears I was doing the direct opposite. And each time my mind cascades back to how she purrs and scrapped her nails through my back as she pleads for me to take her, once more-just like now- I want to go back and have my wicked ways with her.

Is that still hatred?

I shook my head and looked ahead of him where the men were busy brushing the horses. Williams was putting stupid thoughts in my head. I will never see Gwen anything lower than a weak werewolf. A manipulative and deceptive wench only here to take my heart and wreck it just like Emma and I will never allow that.

“It’s time to retire for the day, everyone.” I started moving. “Tomorrow we meet at the same time. Tim, make sure the horses take plenty of water by evening and take them on walks before bedtime.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

“Don’t forget the evening prayers at the temple by 5.” With that, I increased my pace, hoping to find my mate in the palace. My cock was already raging for brutal attention.

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