I yawned as I woke up and my mind was momentarily foggy until Prince Cassius' face invade my vision. And then everything just flooded back. His arms were still loosely wrapped around my waist, I noticed. It appeared to me that neither of us had bothered changing back to our human forms as his tail was entwined protectively around my thigh. While mine merely twisted itself around his fingers.
The demon prince fucked me. Wow, wait until I get back home. I will have some stories to tell.
I raised my sore body up, my hips hurt the worst. They felt stiff and ached. Grimacing, I looked down at my body, gazing at all the bites and hickeys. Marvelous.
My fingers grazed a bruise on my chest, I could only imagine the damage he'd done to my neck. My eyes trailed to the prince as he slept peacefully beside me, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.
I gently brushed his bangs to the side and marveled at the fact that I was beside him. A Prince. The prince. And he fucked me! God, that was amazing. It was like my twelve-year-old dream come true. With a sigh, I slowly peeled his arms off me and very carefully detached his tail. Another yawn escaped me as I slid out of the soft bed. It appeared to me that the prince had dressed me in a fresh pair of undies.
And they looked like his.
I was almost Scott free until his fingers latched on to my wrist so suddenly I yelled in surprise.
"D-don't fucking scare me like that!" I screeched and turned to him, "I uh- your highness?"
Nice save.
"I didn't permit you to leave," he had a bored expression on his face as he tried to tug me back into the bed.
"I'm not gonna lie, that was damn good sex," I laughed almost nervously, "but I don't stay for dinner."
"Then stay for one more round," Prince Cassius murmured and tugged on my wrist again. "I know you want it," and that was it. I let him pull me beneath him and pin my arms above my head. Then the urge to yawn overtook me and I scrunched up my nose.
"O-okay, but I'm jisst," I slurred and closed my eye again, "really tired."
"Of course," the prince purred in satisfaction as I curled up beside him. His warm body molding perfectly with my own. I felt his tail wrap around my thigh again and stroke the soft skin there until I fell asleep once more.
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I awoke with a start, finding no warmth beside me. It was actually mildly disappointing. First, you tell me to stay so we can fuck again and then I wake up and you're gone. Wow. Thanks.
My body slid from the soft bed and I realized that I picked up my clothes from last night. The door to his bathroom was ajar as I walked in. It was huge. The bathtub was large enough for at least four people and a wide mirror spanned the length of the long marble counter. I placed the clothes on the toilet seat and edged over to the tub.
Was I even allowed to use this? I wanted to take a bath, cum was still crusted on my chest, but I wasn't sure if the prince would allow me to. I'll just to take a quick bath so he doesn't catch me. Hopefully.
I turned on the four faucets and watched as the tiled container filled up remarkably fast. My underwear came off and I stepped into the warm liquid, letting my body get used to it.
I soaked for a minute or so my body relaxed to the sting of the hickeys and bites. My eyelids were becoming droopy and I began to drift away. my knees came to my chest and the soreness in my hips started to feel a little bit better.
I sat there for a long while, longer than I had anticipated. But it just felt so nice. Only when I began to really fall asleep and my nose began to submerge did my eyes snap open.
I coughed and sputtered in surprise and rubbed my tired eyes.
"So this is where you've been," spoke a bemused voice which made me jolt violently, water sloshed over the edge.
"Fuck!" I blurted and turned to see Prince Cassius leaning against the door frame in a dark blue suit. Heat traveled over my body as our eyes clashed. "I- uh, sorry. I can leave if you want me to." I muttered as a light blush danced on my cheeks. This was embarrassing. I can't believe he caught me.
"No, no, do continue," he snickered and rested his elbows on the marble counter, "I enjoyed the show."
"Continue wh-what?" I faltered and squirmed uncomfortably.
"Your bath of course."
"I'm- I'm done."
"Don't be shy Alabaster." The prince purred with a sly smirk on his handsome face. There was no way I was winning this. I gulped and grasped the bottle of shampoo and squirted some into my hand, shooting a wary glance at him. Then began to massage it into my scalp. I didn't look at him but I could feel his intense gaze on my small form.
To avoid him I dipped my head under the lukewarm water and rinsed out the soap suds. Once that was finished I rose back up and rubbed the water out of my face. My eyes shot to Prince Cassius and found him focusing on my every move. I covered my face with my hands and pursed my lips.
"What's wrong?" The prince asked.
"This is embarrassing!" I whined and looked down at the swirling water.
"I don't see how, I've already seen you naked." He snorted and ran a hand through his thick blond tresses.
"But then you were fucking me! And it felt good," I whined and splashed at the water, "now you're just watching me like a creeper."
"I'll fuck you when you're finished," he promised and I crossed my arms in defiance.
"Okay, well, I'm done now," I assured him and went to unplug the drain but his voice stopped me.
"If you do that you're going to be in trouble," punishment? Nice, maybe he'd spank me.
"But-"
"No buts," The prince cut me off, I narrowed my eyes at him and stuck my tongue out. "Come on now, don't you want me to fuck you?"
"Why don't you come and make me?" I pouted and turned my back to him. Oh yes, I was an expert at the temptation game.
"I have a meeting in thirty minutes, I can't get wet," he stated firmly and that just made me more determined. I grinned and slipped out of the bathtub. He was shameless as his gaze raked up and down my body. Pervert.
"Oh really?" I whispered and got closer to him, he didn't even try to stop me. "Are you wearing this suit?"
"You're pushing it," he replied curtly and watched as I curled my wet hands around the lapel.
"What a shame it would be," I whispered quietly and pressed my soaked body against his, "if you had to change." His eyes boiled with anger. Oh yes. "Oops," I grinned and stepped backward, taunting him.
He scowled and grabbed my wrist in a crushing grip. The prince slammed my body against the wall, my arm held high above me. I let out a gasp of surprise.
"I warned you Alabaster," Prince Cassius hissed and pressed my body into the cold wall, "but now you've fucking done it."
He unzipped his pants and I felt his cock bounce out. It rubbed against my entrance that was still stretched from how hard he fucked me last night. My dick tingled with excitement. He hooked his arms under my knees and pulled my legs up to his waist. I slid my hand under my ass and positioned his cock at my hole. The prince slammed it inside of my ass. I yelped loudly, I hadn't expected him to put it in so hard and fast.
Prince Cassius began to piston fuck me mercilessly. He rubbed against my prostate with every deep and angry thrust.
"W-wait, slow-slow down," I panted breathlessly and wrapped my fingers around his shoulders but he wouldn't stop.
"You wanted this didn't you?" He growled and I could feel pleasure pooling in my abdomen, "you wanted me to fuck you hard, didn't you?"
I moved my body up and down on his cock. So close.
"Answer me," he demanded and I let out a gasp as he pressed deeper.
"Y-yes! I want your cock so bad!" I screamed at the top of my lungs my body rocked against the cold wall. "I want you to fuck me hard! I want it so bad."
My dirty talk pushed him over the edge and he came inside my ass. I gasped as it overflowed and leaked down my bare thighs. The sensation of how hot it was forced my orgasm to come hard. Prince Cassius began to fuck me harder again. He wanted to get off. He wanted to fuck me until I begged.
And I wanted him to do it.
"Yes! Y-yes! Fuck me like that!" I gasped and dug my fingers into his shoulders. His cock pressed so deep inside me. "Your cock is so good!"
He roared in pleasure and came inside me again. I moaned and wiggled on his cock, taking all his cum inside. Prince Cassius pressed his lips to my throat as we calmed our breathing.
"Fuck, that feels good," I laughed as he set me down. The prince rolled his eyes and pulled off his clothes.
"Great now I'm going to be late," he sighed and threw the clothes aside. "You are getting seriously punished later."
"Wait. Later?" I gasped. No, no, no, no, no. I wanted to go home.
"Yes later, I can't just let you get away with this now can I?" He implored and gestured to his soiled clothes. "Do not leave my room."
I crossed my arms and looked at my feet, pouting. Prince Cassius caught me by the jaw and forced me to look at him.
"What did I say?" He demanded and I tapped my foot impatiently.
"Don't leave your room," I muttered and stuck my tongue out at him. He didn't respond and left to change. I drained the bathtub and refilled it with hot water before submerging myself in it again.
Just because he's the prince means he can do whatever he wants. Asshole.
I reached for the loofah and soap and began to cover my arms and chest in lavender scented bubbles. Then rinsed them off. I glanced at my numerous hickeys for a moment before lifting my leg above the water, repeating the same process. And then did so with the other. I relaxed and closed my eyes. He really fucking exhausted me. Honestly, it wouldn't be so bad to have another round if he was forcing me to stay.
Soon my fingers started pruning up and I took that as a sign to get out.
I unplugged the drain again and stood up, pulling a fluffy white towel from off the counter.
I pulled it over my head and begun to rustle my hair in order to dry it off. My hands moved slowly down my dripping body, first my arms and then my chest and so on and so forth.
Once I was completely and thoroughly dry I retrieved my boxers and pulled them up my slender legs. Then my pants followed and then my shirt.
I turned to the mirror, a few hickeys were still visible on the delicate skin of my neck, past my collar. Sighing, my feet carried me out of the bathroom and into his spacious room. I considered flopping face first on to his bed and sleeping again but that meant he would win.
I narrowed my eyes and turned to the door. Without even thinking about it I walked over. My hand found the cool brass knob, I know he told me not to leave, but there was nothing stopping me now. And if I was in the castle, I was going to explore. This was a once in a lifetime experience and no way in Hell was I wasting it rotting away in his room.
I waited for a few sickening heartbeats before I turned the knob and the door flew open.
A fucking closet.
How anticlimactic. I let out a sigh, almost in relief, and stepped inside anyways, it seemed rather large. But I mean, what should I expect. He was a prince after all.
My eyes skimmed across the rows of clothing, it was tempting to wear one of his shirts, to be honest. It was kind of a kink of mine, wearing my partner's clothes, not that I could ever keep a man long enough to experiment. I suddenly blanched and stumbled out of the closet, slamming the door shut.
He's not my partner. He's the prince. The fucking Prince. Don't think things like that!
There was only one door left. I strolled over to it and tugged it open without my prior hesitation. I want to provoke him. The thought kept bussing through my brain and it sort of excited me. There was a long hall before me, high ceilings and lavish red carpet. I bit my lip, there was no way I could find my way out of here. Whatever.
Without a care I began on my way out of the castle, I passed what seemed like thousands of doors. I even peeked into a few chambers which varied from bathrooms to ballrooms.
Then I happened upon small library. The door was red with ornate carvings of ancient demons, the silver knob glistened brightly. On the inside, it was a rather small and cluttered room.
There were a few small round windows with yellowing paper stamped over them so only dim sunlight filtered through. Under one of the Windows was a ledge large enough for a person, two red pillows sat there. Dusty pillows.
I could see dust particles floating through the golden rays. The room was very still and quiet and seriously in need of some cleaning. There were four or five bookshelves with no discernable order to them. They were just shoved places and stacked atop each other.
I bit my lip, did I really want to spend this precious time in a library? What I was really looking for was the kitchen. Food was my maiden, and I couldn't resist her call.
This room was nice though. It was quiet and peaceful and it looked like not many people came in there. Against better judgment, I stepped inside and closed the door. I trailed my finger across the spines until the pad was completely black. Yeah, it really needed some dusting.
I found myself inspecting the books. Some were worn and tattered, while others seemed... less worn and tattered. My hand ran across the dusty spines, two titles I recognized were Jezebeth's Lies, and Leviathan: Dragon of the Sea. They were classics. Which begged the question of why I didn't see any books from after the eighteenth century.
There were even a couple that were in the old tongue of the Incubi, very few spoke the language. Sadly I was not part of the select few, but I'd always wanted to learn it. Just never had enough time.
I found myself sitting on the ledge, with a rather interesting looking blue bound book. No title or author. Nothing. It had caught my eye and so I flicked it open and began to read.