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)
He punishes me even though I’ve been very good, arguably as good as I have ever been. The sting of his scaled palm against my tender ass and thighs serves to heighten my arousal, as always. I will forever crave his discipline and his dominance just as much as his love and tenderness. I can feel his strength so much more immediately and completely when he overpowers me than when I willingly and prettily submit. Charming knows this about me, just as he knows that reaching under me and strumming my clit until I scream is the best way to make me come hard on his cock.
He pulls free and picks me up, kissing me deeply. “That’s one,” he says.
“Just one?” I pout because I have become greedy, because a single orgasm and only one dose of his royal seed does not go nearly far enough to satisfy the lusts Charming has created, or perhaps merely discovered in me.
“Oh no, never just one with you,” he says wickedly as his seed slides down my thighs and drips onto the broken glass that is no longer safe for me to walk on with my all-too-soft bare feet.
“You are making a mess of me.”
“You’ve made a mess yourself,” he reminds me. “Look at this perfectly nice room, all these mirrors shattered.”
I have been looking. I have orgasmed to the sight of our destruction, in fact, and as he mentions it, I feel my pussy quiver again.
“I was freeing my hot dragon lover from the shackles of his own appearance,” I remind him.
“Yes, you were,” he grins. “I owe you a debt of thanks I may never repay. I blamed myself for all that had been done, the damage, the deaths, the destruction of the royal family, my family. I had taken the most perfect of places, and I had debased it with my own rank impulses. I thought the Ever After was no longer anywhere inhabitable by a good and proper princess, and so I was forced to find one in another realm. In your world. And you, my dear Emmaline, have saved not only me, but all the Ever After with the power of your love.”
“What’s not to love,” I reply, rather dazed. I am absolutely slaked with sweat, post-orgasmically drained of my juices to the point of dehydration. I am elated, and I am honored.
“Everything. Look at me. Look at what I am. Look at what my world is.” He gestures around at the great hall which has taken on an increasingly gothic appearance. The place Balthazar last stood has become a sort of fountain, a stone wizard expelling a thick red viscous liquid from his mouth in a sort of eternal bile spilling into a chalice at his feet. His energies had to go somewhere, and in the Ever After they are displayed for all to see.
“Look at me,” he repeats, and this time I do look at him. I look him directly in his royal green eyes, into the handsome, strong, and powerful face that I have come to adore more than anything in any world.
“I am a monster,” he says. “The curse that was laid upon me was created to destroy me. The very forces of nature that do the most damage, the beast of the most cruelty, that is part of me. It cannot be slain without slaying me. Do you understand what you have done by allowing me to live?”
He’s adorable when he’s existentially terrified of his own power. Held in his arms, I kiss the end of his nose.
“You’re not a monster,” I tell him. “You’re just a dragon.”
EPILOGUE
Charming
Not a monster. Just a dragon.
I never imagined I would be accepted for my dragon-self. I am not sure I should be. Dragons should be slain, not tolerated, and certainly not loved. I expected the beast to be banished once I copulated with my princess, but if anything, all Emmaline has done is drawn the dragon out of me inexorably.
The realm remains cursed, but nobody seems to mind nearly as much as they used to. The village which was once entirely lifeless now bustles with animal-headed creatures going about their days, trading, spawning, doing whatever it is they do. I should probably know, being their king, but I must confess it is Emmaline who occupies every second of my mental minutes. It is to her I devote my very life, for she has shown me how I might live mine in something like peace even amid the torment.
“Your highnesssesss…” Rat Whiskerton hisses subserviently as he serves us cheese on crackers and cucumber sandwiches.
“Thank you, Whiskerton,” Emmaline says ever so politely.
Whiskerton bows and scurries off to do whatever it is cursed rat butlers do. He enjoys this form much more than his previous one, I believe. A rakish rat appeals to the mousy little maids more than he used to. I’ve noticed a few litters of servants appearing here and there, their cheerful squeaking and playing a delight to watch.