Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
I hear the beating of wings, and the distant but discernible rumble of the dragon. It is always close, especially when the king and I are close. It almost feels like it might be jealous, or somehow part of this… there’s an intimacy to it. I almost imagine I hear the dragon’s roar in the king’s growls, but then all of those sounds are drowned out by my increasingly excited yelps and gasps and moans as my clit is rubbed repeatedly against an increasingly pussy-wetted bed, orgasm beginning to spiral up between my thighs, the bud of my clit tingling and pulsing with erotic energy. The lower part of my stomach begins to tighten, and my thighs tremble. My toes curl and I grasp at the sheets as the king pulls almost all the way out of me before slapping his hips down against my caned ass in a way I am certain is supposed to make me sore. He wants to fuck me and discipline me at the same time. He wants me to feel his cock and his dominion in the same primal way.
I am stretched around him wide, wider, and then what feels like even wider still. I am absolutely at the mercy of his rampaging libido, his royal carnal dominance. I feel myself submit to him, give into his will. I feel my body become a vessel for his desire and his seed. He lets out a roar above me, and the whole fucking room shakes. My hands are pinned out in front of me by his much longer arm, and I see that the big hand gripping my wrists has become very clawed and very scaled and very harsh in appearance.
All things shift in this world, revealing what they are for themselves from moment to moment. I am on the brink of orgasm, and that roar sends me tumbling over the edge, just as surely as I fell from the castle bridge my first day here. I fall and I fall, my entire body flushed with extreme and intense pleasure that makes me feel weightless, timeless, and eternal. If there is a happy ever after, this is it. I am nothing in this moment, and I am everything in this moment. I am the soft flesh grasping rough, hard rod, and I am the maiden whose mind is wrapped around that too.
I see the room shift for a moment, almost as if it blinked. In that little second, there is a flash of what was before. The beautiful tapestries, the flowers, the gold and green banners and the brilliant blue sky inhabited by cooing doves.
As my orgasm fades, the room coalesces back into its dark form. I hear Charming groan softly as he pulls his big cock from inside me, trying not to cause me any discomfort as my lips try to grip him still, holding him deep inside me, greedy for his seed.
There is a long silence between us, a calmness in which he pulls me into his arms and holds me close.
“I just want you to be my wife,” he murmurs in my ear. “All I have ever wanted was you, even before I knew you. Even before you imagined me. I have waited for you for an eternity.”
Charming
She does not understand the pain of this world, and for that I am grateful. She does not understand all the implications of Ever After. Happily Ever After is just one of many options. Terribly Ever After is just as potential a possibility. We are not doing battle merely with a dragon. We are doing battle with the forces of evil in their entirety.
When I am inside her, I feel the dragon rising. It wants her as much as I do. It might even love her as much as I do. The kings of Ever After have always had to stop the dragon from claiming their brides. Will I be the first to fail?
No. I refuse to. I will do anything, sacrifice everything to prevent her from falling into that brutal beast’s clutches, even though she seems to relish in calling it forth unintentionally.
“You’re so sad,” she murmurs. She knows me so well. She is so sensitive to my moods. It is a little uncanny, if I am to be honest. I am not used to this level of intimacy. Yes, I have mated many in my time, but she is different. I thought it was simply because she is a true princess, but it might be more than that. It might be the quality of her character, her sweet, soft sensitivity.
I am sad. I am sad for all she is yet to endure, for however stern, strict, and perhaps even cruel I am with her naughty bottom, it is nothing compared to what the dragon will do to her when he comes. Now it seems inevitable that she will meet the dragon. She may have been playing with him all this time. It might even have been the dragon she was calling when she summoned me forth.