Why so annoying, Prium? Why?!

Inside the tree. On a bed.

"Do not say a thing."

Vulcan's voice authoritative, yet tampered with compassion and concern. His eyes tracing the curves of Ayla's face. She was lying on the bed.

Prium was seating on one of the stools in the room to the end of the space by the entrance. She was reading indifferently from a scroll.

Vulcan didn't know why she had come into Ayla's room if she knew she wasn't going to be of any help to her. The Prium lady could be some big big dick.

Occasionally she would look away from the scroll up to see where on Ayla's body, Vulcan's  hand was touching. You could tell even without an expertise that jealousy was her reason for being in the room.

But Vulcan didn't know why she was still persistent. He had made himself clear to her several minutes ago. He wished he could send her away but that would be ridiculous. He couldn't do that. He didn't have the mind for it.

But what if he was sleeping one day, and Ayla wasn't at home, and Prium went nuts and began to fiddle with his cock. What if he woke one day and found her on him, riding his cock? What would he do? Renounce it or what? Prium was that crazy and was usually bent on getting whatever she wanted.

He dumped the thought. Twas just merely an illusion. He concentrated on what was important at that moment. The recovery of Ayla. He was beginning to miss her.

"Are we going to ask her how she came to this state or not?"

Prium shot finally at Vulcan, looking away from the scroll. Vulcan glared at her and looked back at Ayla who was beginning to open her weary eyelids.

"Are you blind? Can't you see that she's in no state to speak?"

He hurled back at her without looking in her direction. There was something he was avoiding. And that was nursing his detest for his daughter. That would be rather ridiculous, he thought.

"Indeed."

Prium scorned. Then she muttered to herself, unaware that Vulcan heard her,

"I wish she die at this. Of what need is a slave?"

Vulcan looked in her direction. He felt like hurling an object at her or probably grabbing the knife on the cupboard next to the bed on the other side, and slitting her lips off.

"Vulcan."

Ayla called weakly. He ignored the annoying daughter and bent over Ayla. He knew what he was going to do to get really hard at Prium.

"Hey, Ayla. How do fare now?"

He wasn't sure of what question to ask her. She hadn't allowed him to apply anything on her wound. She had insisted upon the rescue that he just lay her on the bed that she would heal herself. She had maintained that after several minutes, her internal organs would work the magic. One of the magics and benefits of being a Nymph.

"See the wound."

She muttered again. Vulcan's eyes left her beautiful face for her belly. Damn! The gore had been filled up and there was already a layer of fresh skin lying there. Vulcan gasped.

"Damn! I'm glad it worked."

He said, placing his hand on her belly. He was rubbing it gently as Prium watched in anger. He could see Jealousy clouding his daughter's face. He would do more of that to taunt her. He promised himself.

"I'll sit up."

Ayla said again, and he quickly offered to help her up. He did and she sat up, leaning on the head of the bed. Vulcan sat next to her on the bed, not removing his hand from her belly.

"Do you have the strength to speak now?"

He asked. She smiled and looked towards Prium. Then she said,

"What's your sister's name?"

That was a question Prium wasn't expecting. Her face was distorted, concern fiddling with her expression which was soon to graduate into a grimace. She shot in indifference,

"Was that what you were instructed to ask in your trance. The few minutes of your unconsciousness?"

Vulcan was quick to interfere,

"Stop being rude, Prium, and answer the goddamn question."

Prium scoffed and stood up from where she was. She began to walk towards the bed.

"Tell her the name. Isn't my sister your daughter too. Oh shoot! You're suffering from amnesia and can't remember anything but pussies and boobies."

Vulcan shot at her immediately,

"Do not talk to me that way. It's quite a shame that you turned out to be a shadow of who I really thought you were."

Prium had gotten to the bed. She wasn't moved by Vulcan's shot. She seemed to had heard more than that.

"Ignore her. She's a wannabe and you know how they behave. Tell me what happened with her sister, forget the name for now."

Vulcan had turned to Ayla. Ayla still had her gaze transfixed on the form of Prium who was standing at the base of the bed. She said without taking her eyes off,

"When I was done fooling the people of the land, with an attempt to limit their ideas of how the spree of the deaths had been achieved. I had gone to the palace as the king who already was dead. I had gone there like the king and had appeared to them stabbed. I got to discover a fact between the king and his daughter which I won't say before her."

She tossed her head at Prium. Prium felt beaten but she feigned the tough girl. She didn't want to give herself away. She didn't say a thing either.

Vulcan nodded his head at that and took a glimpse at Prium, he looked back at Ayla who had continued,

"When I got to the tree and was going to enter. I was called upon by your sister and she said, she was looking for Prium and Vulcan that she wanted to confirm for herself if the both of you are truly alive emphasizing the promise of the king to whoever catches the two of you ."

Ayla paused and scoffed. The memory of the scene seemed moving. She proceeded,

"Even before I could say a thing, I was ambushed from behind. A knife plunged into my back, ripping apart by flesh. Sinking into the base. But as soon as I turned, I saw Aynea, that dryad who broke into this tree few days ago."

She sighed and continued,

"The ambush was going to continue when I fought my way through the portal and fell down unconsciously. But one thing I don't understand was how Aynea got to know your sister. And if truly she had been recruited or brainwashed by Aynea, we're in more danger than we think."

She paused and looked at Vulcan, her gaze persuasive and demanding,

"But rest assured, my Lord. I'll protect you with my life."

She promised. Vulcan felt like kissing her for being so devoted to her service and oath. He was going to speak when they both heard Prium say,

"So, a Nymph could be ambushed. Yea!"

She nodded her head and walked out of the room.

Vulcan looked back at Ayla wondering what to think.