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)
She is virginal, but she is ready to leave that innocence behind. I can smell her arousal blossoming at the application of my lash.
I pick her up and I lift her from the bed to a nearby altar against the wall. This was made specifically for sacrifices and boasts a cold stone surface with grooves carved in it to catch the blood of the vulnerable and weak. But I do not intend to shed even a drop of her precious blood. I simply want her restrained for this. I want her completely under control, because she has already shown me that if she has the chance to be out of control, she will take it. Nothing can impede my claiming her, not even her instincts for contrariness and rebellion.
I tie her arms up above her head, to the ring in the wall which stretches her body elegantly for me. I part her thighs and take my place between them, the pretty dew-glazed slit of her sensitive human sex now completely open to me. She is a creature of true beauty, her breasts rising and falling with the breaths she is taking, her lips parted, eminently kissable as she struggles to come to terms with the intensity of her fear and desire.
My gaze travels further up, encountering the blindfold. I put it on to stop her from seeing too much too soon. She has already seen too much. She is already more aware of the oddities of my kingdom than I expected her to be. She sees through the illusions with relatively little prompting. I wonder how long she will be enchanted by my appearance.
I should keep the blindfold on, but I want to look into her eyes when I claim her. I want her to feel my love, and that cannot happen if she cannot see my eyes.
When I pull it from her eyes, she lets out a shriek, her pupils dilating to take me in. She pauses on my face briefly, but it is not the appearance of my visage that gives her virginal self the most concern. It is what is between her legs, the throbbing rod with insistent passion for her.
“You,” she breathes. “What are you…”
I do not know what she is seeing, whether it is my royal alien form or the beast beneath. What I do know is that I need to be inside her, and that the petals of her lower lips spread for me ever so prettily as my perversely large and ridged cock slides inexorably toward the core of her. I make reassurances to her whispered little concerns as I claim her, the tip of my rod finding the entrance of her body, the hot, intense, wet, tight place only I will ever claim, but we both know this must happen.
Her eyes go ever so wide as she feels me entering her. I remind her to breathe, for she has started to hold her breath in anticipation of pain. But she has already endured pain over my knee and under my lash, and those punishments seem to have created an unruly arousal in her that has prepared her for this moment. I pull back slightly, the head of my alien cock glistening with the translucent dew of her arousal. I have tasted her. Now I will devour her.
I surge inside her, fighting every animal instinct I have to simply bury myself deep in the chalice of her sex. She is innocent and virginal, but her body is soft and warm and the way her womanhood wraps around my oh-so-alien-to-her cock is beautiful. Tight and tender all at the same time.
I feel something welling up inside me, an emotion I have not felt before. It is like love, but it is far more intense and all encompassing. It is desire, passion, love, possession, destiny, and the intangible threads of Ever After winding their way around us, joining us together as our bodies meet.
I fuck my bound princess with long, possessive strokes. I let her know that her pussy is mine, that I own this tight cleft between her thighs and any other holes she might have. I am growling and snarling and I know my true nature is becoming visible by the way she wails and writhes and occasionally begs for mercy, only to change her mind and immediately beg for more.
I have mated many times, of course. The kingdom has no shortage of courtesans. But the rutting I did with them does not compare to the love I make with my princess. Though we barely know one another, we were made for one another. There is a fatedness to this moment, to our connection, to our very existence that could never have been denied. One way or another, I was always going to find her and claim her. The universe itself has decreed our joining, and now wraps benevolently around my cursed form as I finally break the malediction that has followed me these last painful years.