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killsaki · 1 year

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final girl. ☆ surely all the girls being murdered in your town having something that fits your own description is a coincidence… right?

izuku midoriya x female!reader

4k words | part 2 (tbp)

cw/tw : yandere!izu, quirkless/loserboy!izu, stuttering, stalking, drugging, thighfucking, facial, male masturbation, noncon, somnophilia (kinda), alcohol, oc side character, kidnapping, murder (mentions).

“you’re not seriously going out, are you?” comes from your doorway, you turn towards the voice in just enough time to catch sight of your roommate inviting himself into your room, as he always does, before plopping himself down on your mattress.

you sigh before answering, knowing he’s about to spout some of his repetitive nonsense.

“of course i am, fuzen.” he blinks at you with his usual unamused expression, heterochromatic eyebrows slightly raised in a way that you’ve come to learn is a signal for you to ask more about what he’s saying. you take the bait. “but, why do you ask?”

“you’re the target of that serial killer.” you purse your lips at his immediate and dramatic response to stop yourself from laughing, you really shouldn't entertain him all the time. he’s mentioned a few things that could probably cost him his job for disclosing the, in his words, eerie similarities, that you have had with all the victims of recent murders.

it started with things like how they all had your eye color, or that they were all described to have your height and build. you passed those off as generic things, but fuzen didn’t. it spiraled into things as specific as one of them having your hair. well, their hair, but it was the same length as yours, the same color, and her body was found with it styled with the same way that you’d fallen in loved with and wore repeatedly that week. one girl was found with copies of the jewelry that you frequently wore, another even had her nails done almost exactly like your new set.

the longer it went on, the more insistent your roommate became about you listening to what he had to say. but you always changed the subject, figuring that the less you know the easier it’ll be to shake off the cold feeling on your back you sometimes get after leaving the apartment.

“i thought you were a stealth sidekick,” you laugh him off, yet again. ”when did you get demoted to a detective?”

“why does your room feel weird?” he asks suddenly, adjusting his sitting position like he’s been made uncomfortable while he looks around your space. “has someone been in here?”

“uh, yeah, me.” you suck your teeth at him before turning back to your vanity and get back to finishing getting ready.

“why don’t you believe me?” he asks, you can tell he’s a little irritated and it makes you feel bad for always brushing him off.

“‘zen… i know you care about me, i’m sorry.” you meet his gaze in the mirror, finding him already looking back at you. “maybe you’re just overthinking because you care about me?”

he nods slowly, before cracking a grin and shaking his head, “nah, i’m probably just jealous because i don’t have a stalker.” he rolls his neck and you wonder how much truth is in his words. “though i’d probably prefer it without the murder.”

“i don’t have a stalker.” you retort while he chuckles to himself before standing.

“you know,” he stretches his arms, fingertips touching the ceiling as the hem of his shirt lifts to reveal his toned stomach, something you quickly look away from. “that habit of immediately denying stuff that you’re anxious about is gonna bite you in the ass one day.”

his mouth is good at keeping you from being attracted to the rest of him.

“but not today,” you speak matter of fact, “because i do not have a stalker.”

“right, yeah.” he sniggers, clearly not believing a word from you. “didn’t you say you felt like you were being followed home the other night? you should think harder on the description—”

“anyways!” you cut him off, knowing that he’s not going to stop talking unless you make him. sometimes you’re not sure if he actually likes having conversations with you or just the sound of his own voice. “shouldn’t you get back to tying some red thread between the pictures and articles hung up on your wall mr. detective.”

“fuck off.” he flips you off from where he’s now lurking by your dresser, leaning against it as he’s focused on checking his phone. “i know you think i’m joking, but they put me on the west end so i’ll be patrolling over by the party if you–”

“oh! my rides here,” you lie, jumping up to slip past him and out of the conversation. “so, i’ll text you when i make it back home since you’ll be on patrol and i won’t see you again tonight, right?”

“wait!” he calls after you, annoyed by your sudden escape, as you slip on your shoes. “text me if something happens with your ride and i’ll walk you back!”

“bye, fuzen!” you yell back, walking out the door. “love you!”

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maybe… fuzen wasn’t just talking to hear his voice. maybe, there’s a small possibility that you do have a stalker.

you could chalk it all up to your roommate giving you anxiety about the whole situation, or that you’ve had a few too many already. but you can’t deny the fact that from the moment you stepped out of your apartment building until you climbed into your ride’s car, you felt something watching you.

it was a hot gaze, a familiar one. it could’ve been a neighbor, you reasoned to yourself as you waited for kirishima to arrive, and that theory sounded best as you repeated it to yourself at the party, laughing with him and his friends and downing drink after drink. until the chill on the back of your neck reappeared, despite how warm your blood is from the alchol. and no matter how much you looked over your shoulder to try and find some kind of source for it, there just wasn’t anyone there.

“you good?” sero asks when you fail to reply to your name being called.

“huh?” you turn to him to find the whole group looking at you with concern, your face flushes at how ridiculous you must look, being so skittish. “oh, i’m fine,” you force a laugh, hoping it seems genuine. “think i just had a little bit too much.”

“no sweat.” kirishima nods towards the glass door behind him and you try to ignore how sero and denki exchange glances. “let’s go get some air.”

“yeah, okay.” you hope the earth swallows you whole as you follow behind him.

you regret coming, regret not shutting your door while getting ready, regret letting fuzen talk his mouth off at you for so long about it. you’ll chew him out about it tomorrow.

you take a deep breath as you walk out the glass door, kirishima’s large palm rubbing soothingly on your back helps settle the nerves. there’s a comforting warmth that takes over the anxious heat as you lean into him.

“sorry i’m being weird.” you mumble as he guides you into his chest, melting into him and the sound of his steady heart beat.

“you’re fine,” you feel the arm holding his cup raise, the pause between his words meaning his downing the rest of his drink that smells way too strong. “don’t worry about it.”

the two of you sway for a bit, his arms around you and your head on his chest with the muffled music as ambiance.

it could be blamed on the alcohol but in this moment, you’re thankful you have kirishima. thankful for how it took absolutely no time at all for you to get comfortable with him, how it felt like an instant connection when he silently prompted the two of you to play tictactoe in the margine of your notes. something that quickly snowballed from passing messages to walking you back to your dorm, and then hang outs as his frat house.

he’s always offered himself as a stress relief for you, making sure you’re comfortable while you’re with him and pressing you about it any time that you seemed tense. there’s been a few awkward moments where you thought he’d tried making a pass at you but he’s always been quick to clarify. plus he’s so warm, like… really warm. his arms feel like a blanket around you. god, how is someone so big and bulky also so soft? you could probably fall asleep like this, surrounded by him.

“hey.” you’re pulled from your thoughts, and from where you were tucked into him. “you knocking out on me?”

“sorry.” you giggle, at his ever playful expression. “you’re just so comfortable.”

the smirk on his face is a harmless one, you think. and it’s awfully pretty.

“bakugou needs me at the beer pong table.”

“i don’t need you, fucker.” you hear the blonde shout from where he stands at the door. did he yell at him before too? “they just don’t want me to embarrass them by beating their asses by myself.”

kirishima laughs. ”you stayin’ out here?” you hesitate, but nod. you feel better, but the thought of facing his friends again so fast is a little too intimidating. “i wont let anyone come out here and fuck with you.” he squeezes your hip before chasing his friend inside. “come watch me when you’re ready!” the redhead calls to you from where he now hangs out the door, his toothy grin clear as day even from this distance.

you only wave back, your dizziness telling you it’s not a good idea to raise your voice right now.

you let yourself stumble back against the wall before pulling your phone out. you try three times to call fuzen and it immediately cancels before you realize you have no service where you’re standing. you curse under your breath as you push off the bricks and force your legs to carry you around the corner of the house. finally a full bar of service, you have to focus on the blurry phone icon while your thumb finds its way there.

why is everything so hard?

you manage to fumble your phone before you’re able to start the call. it feels like there’s a brick in your skull with how heavy your head becomes as you bend over to reach for the device. just as your finger tips touch your screen, there’s big, rough ones which grab at your hips. you don’t have time to scream before your arm is wound behind your back and used to press you against the brick of the house. you lose any hope of grabbing your phone and yelp as your chest and cheek sting at the harsh contact. your vision spins as you blink in the dim light, you can’t even make out the shape of the person behind you.

”don’t scream.” the stranger speaks in your ear, though slightly muffled, it still makes you freeze all the same. the adrenaline delays the recognition of the cold blade at your back, a knife. how were those girls killed again? you immediately nod, further scraping yours skin against the jagged edges of the brick. fear courses through your veins as he takes hold of your free arm and brings it back with the other, wrapping a large hand around both to keep them in place.

you try to plead with him when his knife moves from your back, the threat of it gone, or maybe all the alcohol making you bold enough to speak.

“i haven’t seen your face.” you whisper, hoping it was low enough for him to allow it. “you don’t have to kill me, you could just let me go.”

“let you go?” he asks, surely it’s your intoxicated mind, but he sounds genuinely confused, almost hurt by your words. “i can’t,” he mutters and you whine as your heart hammers in your chest. “i f-finally have you.” you hear the man sigh behind you before he presses his face into your neck, you can hear the echo in whatever metal he has wrapped over his face as he inhales deep against your skin and your body instantly reacts with chills shooting up your spine. “you smell so good.” he begins to pant as his free hand gropes at your body. “so m-much better than any of them did.”

“please… don’t,” you beg when he reaches your breast, where he squeezes it just enough to hurt before clumsily rubbing his fingers over your nipples through the cloth.

“but i knew you would.” he continues as if you didn’t speak, as if your words don’t matter. “you’re the b-best, the only good one, only you.”

his hand drags from your chest down to your waist where he starts to struggle with your bottoms. and your eyes begin to feel with tears at the inevitable.

“please just let me go.” you try again, hoping for just an ounce of pity. “i really won’t tell anyone.”

“i’m sorry.” his body pressed up against you, shoving you farther into the hard wall, ”i’m sorry, angel,” you finally realize just how much bigger the man is than you. “im just–i can’t stop. i need you.” his grip on your arms disappears as he opts to use his large stature to keep you pinned, with both of his hands to work your bottoms down to your knees before he’s humping against your ass. “i wanted to wait– wanted our first to be special.”

the deadweight feeling at the back of your mind aches to takeover, the dizziness, the fear, the effor it takes for you to just breathe right now it far too much, so you succumb to it all– making you completely helpless. all you can do is stand there and hope he’ll let you go once he’s had his fill. not that it’s easy, there’s bile churning in your stomach when you hear the click of his belt, feel the shuffle of him tugging his own pants down.

you have to bite your cheek to stop yourself from crying when you feel the heat of what has to be his cock prodding between your thighs. the only thing keeping any distance between its heat and your most vulnerable parts is the underwear holding the last bit of your dignity together. but once he wraps his arms around you—which squeeze you so tight you think you’ll burst— and he angles you so your hips stick back enough for him to rub between your thighs while pressing up against your cunt, you’re sure you’ll throw up regardless.

he, however, groans at the contact. “s-so warm.” you can hear him begin to pant as his hips start rhythmically pressing into yours, the force alone enough to jolt your body against the wall. “f-feel so good.” you can taste blood as you hold back your sobs. it feels like an eternity passes, each groan and inhale against your nape makes you more nauseous until your body has had enough.

being pushed too far from the fear, the drinks, and the pain, it causes you to collapse on yourself. everything seems like it fades as you fall slack in the stranger's arms. maybe if you die while unconscious, it’ll be okay. at least you won’t feel the pain.

sounds come in and out like you have bad radio service, your eyes too heavy and body too weak to get a good sense of what’s happening, but you hear—

“t-this? my girlfriend drank too much s-so i’m j-just—“ comes from somewhere around you, somewhere close.

“awww!” you hear, whiney and dragged out from some girl who definitely had more than you tonight. “you’re such a good boyfriend for babysitting.” your heart aches when you try to fight, to move, to scream and you’re far from successful.

“i wish my boyfriend let me drink that much.” if you could just tell one person what’s happening, if you could just show even a little bit of struggle, someone could save you. “you’re even carrying her! so cute!” if someone could just see your face, maybe they’d see that this is not who you arrived with, someone could tell kirishima. “you guys get home safe~!”

you feel like a boulder is set on your chest, the weight of your failure weight bearing on you when everything’s quiet again.

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you don’t know how much time passes before you’re able to bring yourself out of your useless state until you’re finally able to blink your eyes open and take in your surroundings. it’s all blurry at first, but the furniture in your line of sight slowly starts to resemble that of the setup you have in your room. there’s your vanity, your nightstand, this is your comforter, a weak smile works its way onto your lips.

you could cry from the relief. whatever happened, whether it was all a dream or something you won’t be able to remember, you don’t care. you’re home.

you toss your head back into your pillow, taking in a deep breath, catching the smell of what's likely your own sweat before you try to stretch your arms out, the needles stabbing into your hands making you feel the need to shake them to fix your blood flow. but they don’t budge, and the sound of metal clanking makes you shoot your eyes open and then you feel it.

your grogginess to blame for you not being able to the cuffs that encase them before. nor the sinking weight that kneels beside you, a large figure looming over you looking that much more daunting with the light behind him illuminating only his towering figure as he hunches over you, huffing and whining with his cock only inches from your face.

your lips tremble when the false sense of safety washed away and you look up past the movement of his hand, slowly taking in the dark green mess of hair that falls around his face, the chunky metallic mask that causes each of his heavy breaths to be echoed before you meet his eyes, the wide, terrifying green gaze that burns back at you makes you wish you were still unconscious.

“o-oh.” he’s so loud as he shoots out his load across your face and the bare parts of your chest, thick and hot where it lands. you cringe as your name is chanted off his lips and you squeeze your eyes and mouth closed, not wanting to let yourself be any more violated than you already feel. your head pounds as you feel the urge to cry, but you can’t seem to force yourself to.

“i didn’t—i didn’t finish earlier,” you hear him mutter above you, “and it hurt—looking at you,” a hand smoothes along your hairline, making you jump at the contact, and he retracts. “s-sorry… you’re just… so pretty.”

“can i…” he starts and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to answer if he actually asks you a question. “can i take a picture? it’ll only be for me, i promise.”

“please…” your voice is weak and you have to try and gather some spit to swallow to allow yourself any more volume. “don’t…” your request is sure to be ignored, he’s seemed to do whatever else he’s liked.

“you’re r-right,” you feel the mattress rise once he disappears from beside you, “another time.”

you try to test your voice again, you’re not sure how long it’s been since what you can last remember, but if fuzen wasn’t on patrol, he’d be in bed. if only you could scream.

“i’ll clean you up, is that o-okay?” you don’t reply, only tense when the warm cloth wipes at your skin. “sorry, again. i feel like such a pervert.”

you open your eyes again once they’re clean, and staring at your curtains, you try to think. you can’t even speak, can’t move, can’t fight. how long are you going to be so helpless?

“are you okay? i know i probably scared you…” you wish you could scoff. “could you at least look at me?”

you don’t move to face him, not wanting to look into those horrifying eyes again. just the thought of him, next to you now, staring at you with them makes you shudder with fear.

“look at me.” he grips your jaw, reminding you how big his hands are as he forces you to turn towards him. you avoid meeting his gaze. not wanting to know if it’s just as piercing as before, instead, you take in the green mess of curls, how they stick about and fall into his face. you can see him staring at you, but still, skip over making eye contact and make out the freckles at peek out from behind the metallic mask that seems to be slipping, making you close your eyes again.

if there was any small chance of you getting out of here alive, there’s no way you can see his face.

“hey–”

“your mask,” you whisper, and his grip loosens as soon as you speak.

“oh,” he mumbles back. you can hear what you guess is him toying with it, but you realize as you peek up, was him removing it. “guess i don’t need this.”

with his face fully revealed, you can feel yourself sinking into acceptance of your fate.

“you’re staring…” you can visibly see him swallow, his eyes darting between yours and the floor. “am i attractive?” a soft smile grows on his lips at him complimenting himself as if you’d really said it. “i’m happy you think so.”

“i have a roommate,” you speak, voice cracking.

“what?” his eyebrows drawn together, face set in a scowl before he pushes himself from your bed. “you need some water.”

“he’s a hero.” you try again, even as he walks away and you’re sure you’re out of earshot. “a strong one, and he’ll be home soon.” you pick your head up to watch him throw the door open, and all of your hope for your roommate saving you drains as you stare down a hallway that doesn’t belong in your apartment; you’re not home…

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missbunnybunny · 8 months

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『･ﾟ✧💌🎪✧･ﾟ』

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✙-` 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊! 𝕺𝖈 𝖝 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖑! 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗´-✙

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"𝕴𝖓 𝖆 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞...𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆.𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗."

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Long, long time ago

The sun gently came up, dancing in the sky and painting the earth with a gorgeous veil of aqua blue and light blue. The clouds are pinkish orange with grey and purple, and the moon slowly disappears as the birds sing the morning's first song. The kingdom of Wisteria awoke as the birds sang, and the citizens opened their doors and windows, allowing the morning breeze to enter. Stalls were being set up as men and women carried large cartons of things to sell to passing travelers. This was the most active and visited kingdom in the country since the inhabitants were kind and the royal family was adored by each and every resident of the kinadom.

A woman with lovely cinnamon red hair braided into a low-hanging bun, her eyes closed and a serene yet serious expression danced on her face. Her hands were tenderly placed on her abdomen, and a young girl with midnight black hair braided over her shoulder strolled behind her. They proceeded slowly along the castle's lengthy corridors until they came to a big entrance. The elder woman lifted her right hand and knocked twice. "Your Highness, it is time to wake." Her voice rang out from the other side of the door into the room, where the sleeping figure was resting. She sighed when she received no reaction. She dropped her hand and grasped the doorknobs. "I'm coming in, Your Highness." She announced.

I had my own little show

The door swung open with a strong shove. The enormous chamber is shown, which is decked in gold, green, black, and the royal family's color purple. A big canopy-covered bed sat in the center of the room, concealing the person within from everyone and everything. This was the chamber of their Highness y/n, the oldest of three siblings.Everyone in the kingdom, whether old or young, male or female, admired the monarch next in line for the throne and the country's most precious treasure. Oh, to be their Majesty.

As you gently rose up, one could hear grunts and shuffling from the bed. The curtains were quickly yanked open, causing you to swint your eyes with annoyance, " Alma, most youplways do this? It's so early," you informed her. Your hair was a mess, and your voice was gruff and rumbling, laced with drowsiness. "Honestly" Alma shook her head, a dejected expression on her face. "Your Highness, it's your coming-of-age ceremony." she explained. "I'm sure your 21st birthday banquet will be spectacular, Your Majesty" The person assisting you added. "You always remain hopeful, Raine." You grumbled when you finally got out of your cozy bed.

Was a beautiful, loveable angel

Reine held your hand with a bright smile as she guided you to the bathroom. You grumble a 'thank you' before raising a hand up to stifle a yawn, Alma watched the sight with slight amusement, Before returning to her more professional expression and instructing the maids on what to do. Ensure the room is cleaned and ready before your bath is over. Many more maids enter the room with a variety of things, from the finest of Jewis to the rarest of silks, everything fitting for royalty greatness.

As you took off your nightgown and slowly entered the warm tub of water, you felt your muscles relax as a sigh of contentment left your lips. Raine and two other maids gently began to rub your hands with soap. It was a pleasant smell, like freshly baked strawberry cake, the first thing you could smell as you entered a cake shop. A maid quietly got behind you and began to wash your hair, a gentle massage. You could almost melt away right there. " All done, Your Highness." Raine smiled, "Oh, I was just enjoying myself." You replied lazily, opening an eye.

But he took the spotlight, shining so bright

As you got out of the tub, a maid put a towel around your body and another started drying your hair. You were declared ready for the following step once you emerged from the bath with the aroma of strawberry cake tattooed into your skin. Fitting, you now had to spend a couple of hours getting ready for the day to begin. Alma could be seen standing next to the drawer laced with jewelry and next to her clothing after clothes as you stepped out of the restroom with Raine and the servants not long behind you.

As you sat on a chair in front of the drawer, the ladies proceeded to style your hair and do as Alma instructed: make their Highness even more beautiful than the gods themselves! There is a long-running prophecy in the Kingdom of Wisteria. Every member of the royal family will receive a gift when they reach the age of 21. Your father was given the gift of true love when he turned 21, and he met your mother that same night while he danced and drank the night away.

Left me to fade away

Your mother was a princess from a long-dying nation. Her folks were renowned for their beauty and sage advice. It was just coincidental that she was there; the invitation had arrived at the last minute and she was contemplating dismissing it. But her parents persuaded her to go in the hopes of building contacts with other Kingdoms and saving their dying kingdom. So she gave in to her parents' request and went to the feast. She did, however, make a few connections to her delight. She felt exhausted as the night progressed, and while going through the castle's lengthy halls, she noticed a garden.

She stepped outdoors and took a deep breath of fresh air, letting out a slight sigh and smiling. She could see how the moon highlighted the rose walls as she walked around. She had no idea how long she had traveled before coming upon little bushes of moon flowers, her kingdom flowers. Her hand extended out to carefully touch them, almost as if she was afraid that if she was too harsh, they might weather in her touch. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned to face a man and stated, "I apologize." She mumbled Apologitive before turning to go away.

But honey, now the turn is mine

As if struck by dread, as if if he didn't talk to her, he'd be sorry for the rest of his life and for years to come. "What's your name, madam?" he inquired as he stretched for her hand. The prince of Wisteria met the love of his life in the moonlight, surrounded by a sea of brilliant flowers, a princess from a country whose history was on the verge of dying out and being forgotten.

When you ask your parents how they met, they always tell you this story. It was like fairytale stories, which you wanted to have one day. "Your Royal Highness?" Alma's voice jolted you out of your trance. You let out a hmm and glanced at her in the mirror, urging her to continue. "Have you had them again?" She inquired. You sighed and nodded your head. "Yes, they have been more frequent than ever." You notified her. You've had this strange recurring dream for as long as you can remember.

A devil made from heaven, sent from above

A towering figure entered your room in your dream. They have stunning Ruby eyes and would follow you everywhere. Their hand would hover over your face before beginning to trace your cheek almost lovingly. They lowered themselves till they were only a few inches away from your face. "I know you're awake, my sweet little dreamer." They spoke in a honeyed, silky tone. " Sweet dreams, you little dreamer." It began with basic terms that everybody could understand. You sprang up, a cold sweat streaming down your body, and looked about wildly. How did he gain access to your room? You were ten years old when it began, with a faceless stranger chasing you like prey.

They had been stalking you in the shadows of your room for the next 8 years, paralyzing you while you slept and touching your vulnerable body. They slid their hands into your nightgown and felt your chest rise. They circled and squeezed your sensitive mounts, a smile on their faces as they drank in the sensation and sight of you. Their lips collided with yours, gasping at the sensation of how soft you were. "It's all done, Your Highness." Alma spoke up. You looked in the mirror and blinked. You've probably zoned out, recalling your vivid dreams. Raine looked at you, concerned, and asked, "Are you okay?" Her image appeared before you. You gave her a gentle grin." Yes, I'm fine." It was true, but it didn't mean you weren't embarrassed by the arousal tugging at your legs.

Looks like Henry's got a little date, let's have some fun

You looked at Alma and asked her how long before breakfast, lifting her wrist and inspecting her wacth. " It's 10 to 9. You're all set to go." She spoke professionally as she saw you rise from your seat. Raine approached you and complimented you, saying, "You look stunning, Your Highness. You're an exquisite gem." Alma opened and kept the door open for you as you exited your room and made your way down to the dining room.

You looked out the window and enjoyed the view. The garden's flowers appeared to be floating on water as they swayed in the little breeze. What a serene sight you thought, the sea of vibrant hues practically reflecting a rainbow on the ground as the sun shone above them. deciding whether or not you should take a trip down to the garden to sip some tea while taking in the blooms.You reluctantly lifted your gaze to the door, which you failed to see was drawing near. Two guards stood on either side of the door before one opened in and announced. " Their majesty, their Highness Y/n." As he held the door open and you were on your way, they let go of the door and returned to their guarding duty.

We've got lots to do, little errand boy

The dining area was lit up, with lights beaming on the marble floor, golds on the walls, and the chandelier casting an ethereal glow over the rest of the space. It was like walking into a painting of heaven, as your father, the emperor, looked up at you, a smile on his lips. He moved up to you and hugged you as he stood up in his seat. "Y/n, dear, a very happy birthday." He spoke and pulled the chair to his left. “Thank you, Father." As your mother smiled at you from her seat to his right, you told him.

"Y/n, are you excited?" Your mother inquired politely. Her face was merely a loving expression, a pleasant smile that everyone adored. Your siblings, the empire's young prince and princess, gazed up at you in amazement. The twins are ten, and they were looking forward to dressing up and having fun at tonight's banquet. "Y/n," your sister Eleanor exclaimed as she turned to face you. "What do you think your gift would be?" Elliot grinned at you. You stared at them both, slightly puzzled, before softly shaking your head. "Mother and Father discovered true love. All I want is happiness." You told them the truth, which was correct. You desired to be happy and avoid a loveless political marriage.

Come to me at Cloud Nine

The kitchen staff entered through the doors, bearing plate after plate of food. From soup to stake, plates were placed on the table. A maid place a dish of excellent in front of you, as well as the rest of the family. When the maids and butlers finished arranging the plates, they silently backed away, forming a line close to the wall. The royal family began to eat their meals one by one. It was a calm morning of eating and covering with each other here and there. You graded a napkin and wiped your mouth clean after finishing the first day's meal.

You put the napkin down and turned to your father, declaring, "Am full, I shall excuse myself." You stated, gently getting up from your seat and bowling as a sign of respect for the imperial suzerains. You turned to head towards the door as you waved farewell to your siblings. For you, Alma unlocked the door. She followed you as you went by, as did Raine. “What should we do, Your Highness?" You hummed pointlessly while Alma questioned you in a sweet voice. Before making a decision, "Prepare a carage for me, I would like to go into town." You asked for. Alma was about to beg you mercilessly when she turned to face you, but when she saw your puppy eyes, she gave up.

To be the perfect angel, some sin must be done

She sighed, tired, and whispered curses and/or why she constantly fell for your tricks. Raine and Alma assisted you in changing into civilian clothing as you returned to your room. Raine gave you a cloak for your protection. She brought it up. "You must return in two hours, no exceptions." Alma chastised you. You thought of her as a second mother. You massaged the back of your neck shipily, "Yes, Alma." You let out a chuckle . Alma anticipated you back to the castle at one o'clock in the afternoon. You made your way down the long corridors and down the steps to the first floor, to the door. Where a butler and four knights were patiently waiting for your arrival.

"Your Royal Highness." announced the buttler and the knights bowled to you. "The carage is ready for your departure." Oliver, the taller of the knights, spoke up, a scar over his nose. His face was expressionless and solemn. He remained your guard dog; you'd never guess he was married, and to Alma of all people. Even though he appeared mean, you could see it. He was an extremely caring individual. The personnel in the castle were all caring and courteous. You didn't need to know how far some of them would go for you. They would kill for you without hesitation or concerns. You were excorted to town , walking down the stairs and into the carage.

You told me what to do and what to say

Looking out the carage window, you could see the castle walls fade into the forests and huge landscape, while the lake mirrored the sky and light rays. It was a beautiful day. You closed your eyes and listened to the birds' melodious melodies and the horses' gallops. The hums of the outside world almost put you to sleep. To you, the ride was a blur. A knock sounded out in the air, and you slowly and sleepily opened your eyes. You rubbed your eyes and searched for the door handle as you looked out the window to catch Oliver's gaze.

You smile broadly as you open the door and take a deep breath of fresh air. The carage was positioned in an alleyway, distant from the villagers but still accessible in case of emergency. As you entered the town street, you pulled your hood over your head. Purple banners hung over the town, and you smiled at the sight of the numerous colors and market stalls. Magnolia and moonflowers from the royal family were draped throughout the city as decorations. It was significantly more entertaining than the majority of the aristocratic gatherings you had attended. You walked about with excitement, checking out the stalls and watching people dance.

I couldn't escape

You approached a vendor selling sweets and said, "One, please." The vendor was an elderly woman. You asked holding a finger up. She gave you a smiling up-close gaze. "Of course, dear." You gave her the cash and she dutifully selected the candies you had requested. You surprised when you opened the bag and said, "Are you sure?" You asked her. She sent you on your way by waving. "Yes, enjoy the festival.” You cheerfully nodded once she finished, thanked her once again, and continued your sightseeing.

You'd been browsing about for a while, mostly distracted. You unintentionally bumped into someone. When you looked up to apologize, you found... no one. You thought it was strange, but you kept walking. The street began to fill up, and you heard one of the knights yell your name. You came to a halt as you passed into an alley, waiting for them to catch up to you. But that was your mistake. They lost you the second they lost sight of you in the crowd. A hand grabbed your waist from behind you, and before you could open your mouth, a piece of fabric covered your nose and mouth.

You got to choose the ending of my fate

Your efforts proved futile since the more you struggled, the more you inhaled the chemical on the fabric. Into the hands of the person who would decide your fate, your limp body dropped. “We finally meet, Little Dreamer." Ruby eyes lovingly studied your face as a slender finger pushed a stray hair away from it. His face was played with by a smile that extended to his eyes. You were finally his! But he was unable to begin formally courting you until tonight.

He held you in his arms affectionately and softly. You both became one in the crowd that was moving through town. He hummed in ecstasy, a hunger satisfied simply by having you in his arms. He proceeded until he came to a door displaying a sign: This building has been totally hired out for the night. Thank you for your patience. Have a good time at the festival. When he heard from on of his spies, he was overjoyed. Inform him that you would be going into town for a short time. He could finally have uninterrupted time with you, even if you wouldn't remember much of it. His face flushed as he opened the door with the key.

You put me astray

He was in a rush. He disliked the way his jeans felt since they were too tight. Your back was against his chest as he held you steady, and his arm was wrapped tightly about you. He used his other hand to shuffle the table in front of him. He placed you lightly on the table after entirely emptying it. Your head lolled to one side while your chest gradually rose and fell, signifying unconsciousness. As soon as his finger touched your lips, a chill ran down his spine. Your dream state was pleasant, but not as real as it could have been because they were so soft to the touch. You didn't do anything, yet you might have broken him.

His finger moved deeper into your mouth, touching your tongue. He began to carefully pull your tongue out of your mouth with his pointer and middle finger. His dick twitched at the notion of pulling an unconscious groan from you, yeah, you liked it. He couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you hard. His tongue invaded your mouth, moaning at the taste of you and deepening the kiss. He clamped his lips, pulling away from you with a shuddering whimper. He pondered what your sex might taste like if your tongue tasted this good.

But not anymore

His trembling hands drew down your top, peering into your chest. You moaned slightly at the cold air, biting your nipples. His mouth wet, and he rapidly became attached to your mounts, licking and sucking them. He pinched and massaged them since he didn't want to leave them alone. He bit your nipple in delight as your back rachd met his mouth and touched. I'm eliciting more groans and whimpers from your delicate body as I enjoy my limited time with you. He let go with a pop and looked down at your lust-filled eyes.

His hands rapidly removed his belt and pants, his cock sprong slamming on his stomach. His erection was hovering over your face as he grabbed your face into the his hands. His tip brushed your lips, and his hips threatened to collapse into you. Slowly, he worked your mouth open, and you were so heated by the gods. Lips enfolded and properly absorbed his dick. It seemed as though your words were destined for him. As he began to pump into you, your tongue slipped beneath his dick. It began slowly, but as pleasure took over, his thrust got rougher. Your moans merged into a symphony of pleasure, so take him like the good slut you are.

I'm in control

His movements become sloppy. He had completely lost himself to the pleasure of your mouth. He twitched a few more hard strokes, and he was coming ropes after ropes into your mouth. He slapped your face gently, " Come on, be a good whore and don't spill my seed." With a sadistic smile he pinched and closed your mouth, forcing you to drink everything up. He let go of your nose with a hmm before pressing his thumb to your lips, pulling your tongue out. Giving you a passionate kiss on the lips as a reward for being so good.

You stared to groan and shift in your sleep, meaning that the drug was wearing off and you would wake. He was sad his time with you was coming to an end, but like the carrying lover he was, he helped you pit your clothes back on. Once you were set and ready to go, he began to carefully lift you before a thought crossed his mind. Walking over to your lower side, he worked your underwear off. You can't leave him without a parting gift, can you? Now he could take you back to does pesky knights of yours. He stepped out of the building, pulling your hood over your head. It didn't take long for him to notice them, and when he approached them, he pretended to be concerned.

I have the stage

"Excuse me," he said to attract their attention. They were tense the instant they noticed you in the man's arms. " Could you assist them, they fell near my shop?" He stated anxiously, holding you out to them. Oliver instantly picks you up in his arms and examines you thoroughly and deceptively. He thanked the man once he determined you were unharmed. His wacth rang before he could ask the man his name. That meant it was time for you to go back to the castle. He turned to face the stranger only to find him gone, weird, but he had other things to attend to.

Oliver gently placed you in the carage and began informing everyone that it was time to return their Highness home. The catage slowly began to draw away and began its voyage back, leaving the village and its residents behind. With a quiet low groan, their eyes flicker open and blur as they acclimate to waking up. The first thing you noticed was that you were moving, not on the street but within your carage. You're left wondering how this may have occurred. Had you fallen asleep by accident? No, you shake your head at the concept, as if it were unthinkable. Your most logical approach was that you had passed out, but were and how? Your most plausible explanation was that you had passed out, but had you and how? Your thoughts were as foggy as static on a radio. You sighed and switched your gaze to the window, admiring the natural scene as the carage drove by.

You can't turn the page

After a while, the Castel walls appeared beside the oh-so-familiar gates of your home. You'd only be a few minutes away from the Castel's entrance. The carege began to slow down before coming to a complete stop. Your jaw was clenched, and your tongue had an unusual flavor and were you missing your underwear? -Tap tap - you faced Alma as she softly glanced at you. You opened the door and met her eyes with a wave. "I hope you had fun, your majesty." Her voice exclaimed, "The town is so colorful, I enjoyed it." Your words were genuine and honest.

Time seemed to move faster in your eyes, passing in a blur. Nightfall had descended in the sky before you realized it. Maids and butlers ran from one location to the next, while chefs and gardeners worked diligently to ensure that everything looked great. Everyone worked hard to make this the most gorgeous, lavish, and unforgettable banquet in history. There would be no expenses or details overlooked. It had to be flawless for their Majesty. During this time, many nobles, including the royal family, began to plan. Putting on their most gorgeous outfits and the most beautiful jewels they owned.

Now all eyes on me

Alma, Raine, and a few other maids began to assist you in preparing for your wonderful occasion. You were dressed in the finest silks available and soaked in the sweetest and most lovely perfume money could buy. The greatest of the best, the finest of the finest jewels adorned your body and hair in a magnificent and graceful style. You were magnificent when the companions completed preparing you; in their opinion, not even the best and most rare jewel could ever compare to you. They were just stones, and how could they ever convey you in words?

The person looking back at you in the mirror was stunning. They appeared to be dolls. Your hand raised up to touch your face, like a living doll. Your reflection followed as you marbled at it, 'Beautiful; you exclaimed in hushed tones. You couldn't believe it was you, but you had no choice because you were staring at yourself. Three strong knocks jolted you from your stupor, and Alma stepped up to the door and opened it, taking care not to disclose you in the process. The person on the other end of the conversation had a brief chat with her, which you could hear no matter how far away they were. Regardless, you waited patiently for her to return to your side to provide an update or pass along a message.

All eyes on me

Before closing the door and turning towards you, you give the person a nod. "Your Highness, the banquet will start shortly," Alma stated. She pulled you up and began bringing you towards the door, reaching over to your seated form and taking your hand in hers. Except for Alma and Raine walking alongside you, the corridors were absolutely vacant. Every royal family member was not allowed to be seen by anybody other than their personal maids or family on their 21st birthday. It could bring you bad luck and have an impact on the blessing you receive tonight.

if only it were true, and no one save your maids had seen you. You didn't believe in superstition, despite the pair of eyes following you from the shadows. Your garments fit you wonderfully as you walked softly, the silk of your clothes flowing like water from a river. You waited 30 minutes before the banquet in a different room. You could hear the announcers, and there was a dish of food and a cup of tea on the table in front of you. Take care not to spoil or wrinkle your clothes as you sit on the sofa.

So many experiments, so many mistakes

You could hear the announcer as they announced your family's arrival. " Ladies and gentlemen, please greet his and her Majesties.The Wisteria kingdom's monarch and empress." As the door opened to welcome them into the hall, an outpouring of applause rang in your ears. Their voice rang out again not long after to announce the following line of royals. "Please accept Their Royal Highness, Princess Eleanor and Prince Elliot, the royal princess and prince." You could hear the people's loud talk as they celebrated.

You took a drink before returning your now-empty tea cup to its plate. You gazed up at the night sky, observing as the moon and the sky glowed in the darkness. It was like a painting's starry night, magnificent the more you saw it. The door next to you creaked open, Raines' head peeping out at you. Her right-hand beckons you to her, and you get up from the couch and move up to her. "It's time, Your Highness," you say quietly, tilting your head. Raine gave you a friendly smile.

But I'll go all the way 'til I'm in perfect shape

As you neared the banquet hall entrance, Almas's hand was in yours, and you could hear the many conversations on the other side. Alma knocked on the door, backing up to a safe distance so as not to get one K.O. from it. " Ladies and gentlemen, the moment has arrived. Their Majesty, the Wisteria gem. Their Majesty Y/n," they said, and the room fell silent for the first time since the banquet began.

The doors slowly opened to reveal a sea of people, chandeliers blazing brilliantly as stars. The hall was designed with a fairytale/garden theme. It seemed as if you were staring at the night sky through a garden doom. The oracle was kept in a big capsule shaped like a star in the middle of the ceiling. The gift was the only thing that determined your fate for the foreseeable future. You wanted to gaze out the window for a while longer, but you were being swamped by nobility wishing you a happy birthday, You were tempted to scoff. The majority of them were suckers, power-hungry hyenas.

First the worst, maybe third's the charm

You couldn't help but see eyes staring at the back of your head as you socialized with the few folks you knew weren't here to suck up to you in the hopes of gaining political support. You were tempted to turn around, but practically everyone's attention was on you. After all, it was your birthday. Everyone's attention was drawn to the sound of glass being struck by a spoon. You looked about for the source of the noise, then up to see your father standing on a balcony. Only the royal family was permitted to sit in it.

" May I have your undivided attention?" His Majesty's authoritative voice echoed around the room. Given that all eyes were on him, he added, "Y/n would you come and join me?" The sea of people slit open, creating a path for you as you made your way to his majesty, as he voiced out. Oliver was waiting for you at the bottom of the steps to take you up. You could hear some of the people whisper as you climbed up the steps, careful not to fall. 'They're so lovely, one would say, while another would say, 'I wish they could marry me.’ On the last step, Oliver extended his hand to your father, giving you to him as he prepared to finish his speech.

So close, oh, I cannot wait

"On this blessed night, we have gathered here to celebrate their Highness's 21st birthday." Raise your glasses in celebration. "Happy birthday, my darling." Your father finished with a toast to you. The other visitors followed, and they all wished you a Happy Birthday in unison. " Thank you for your kind wishes. Please relax and enjoy the banquet." You made an announcement to the entire room. You took a step back from the balcony and sat close to your mother and siblings, talking and making small talk here and there!

You were enjoying the peace and quiet of simply having to sit with your family instead of talking and seeing individuals you didn't want to see. Your attention was drawn to the sound of rumbling. It was initially silent before becoming louder. "Ah, it must be time." Your mum made a remark. You sought a watch but couldn't find one. Was it already eleven o'clock? That must mean that you gazed up at the celling, seeing as the star containing your present gradually barante lower itself.

The demon won't taint me now

You rise from your seat and approach your father, gazing in astonishment at the glittering and sparking light. You received a nonverbal nod of approval from your father as you looked at him. Your father was next to the stairs, holding out his hand. You made a short bow before taking his hand in yours as he led you to the center of the room, where the star was. As the chandelier lights dim, only a spotlight shines on your walking figures as they move closer and closer to the center. Once in the center, all of the lights were turned off, leaving only the moonlight and the sparkling lights of the shiny ornament hanging in the center of the chamber.

"It is time for the oracle to grant my child a miracle. This kingdom's future ruler." The monarch declared as a gathering of people stared in awe. " Go ahead, honey." As he gazed at the oracle, the emperor nodded at you. You placed your right hand on the surface of the star, looking straight ahead, expecting your hand to contact the oracle.You watched as the surface beneath your palm sparkled in a throbbing rhythm, glistening like a jewel in the sun. Its brilliance grew brighter and brighter until it halted, and a voice from the star spoke.

'Cause you're the sacrifice he'll slay

"Oh, my my. What do we have here? A Jewel to rival the gods, a symbol of beauty." The volce uttered. It sounded manly, with an amused tone _you gave a confused gaze at the star, "Your future Is veLY Interesting, yes, yes." They mumbled out, as you Imagined he nodded while holding his chin. "You will be blessed with a fertile life on this day. May your years ahead be filled with Joy and prosperity. Your love will treasure you with adoration." They spoke In a solemn tone of volce. Your eyes enlarge and your mouth slightly opens, as if you're a fish out of water trying to comprehend the scenario.

"What do you mean by 'fertile*?" You Inquired almost in hushed tones, hoping no one could hear what you were saying. "Fertility will benefit you whether your love is a guy or a woman. Though some gods enjoy playing with words, fertility means what it means. Whether you have a man's, a woman's, or another body, you may have the opportunity to start a new life." They replied in the same tone of voice as you, in a faint whisper that only you could hear. "That Is the miracle bestowed upon you; I bid Your Majesty farewell and wished you a happy birthday." The lights dwindle until they vanish, Indicating the end of the oracle until the twins' birthday years later.

You said I wasn't good enough to stay

You wanted to hit and beat the damnd oracle for daring to utter such a thing, as well as the God who sent you this gif in the first place. You were seeing crimson, your eyes were dilated, and you were shivering with rage. But before you could tend to anything or anyone, someone requested your hand. "Your Highness, may I have this dance?" The stranger took your hand in his, bowed, and kissed the back of your hand. " Do as you please." As music began to play, you were brought to the center of the room. You dance and dance to the music, one step after the next. You both came to a halt as the final tone sounded before bowing and saying your goodbyes.

As more people began to dance, the music began to ramp up again, ushering in a new round of celebration. You Bagan to move away to one of the several balconies to get some peace and quiet. You'd had your fill of socializing and meeting new people for the evening. You sighed as you sat down on a couch. Already exhausted, you worried that Alma or Raine had noticed your disappearance and started looking for you. You should have brought a drink, but you were so eager to leave that you forgot.

You put me away

Someone was seeking for you while you were engrossed in your thoughts. But they couldn't find you in the banquet while they were overioved to have heard the oracle. It seemed as though the gods were blessing them by making you entirely theirs. They could build a beautiful family with you, and the thought made their heart expand and their dick twitch. You're sitting on their lap, your belly distended with their child. Their rationality was gradually evaporating.

They requested their eyes and ears to look for you since they couldn't find vou anywhere. They command one on their eyes that notified them where you were after you left. They graded a drink and made their way to you, their precious little love, with a smile. They feigned to be lost and just happened to stumble across you as they neared the balcony you were on. Your gaze wanders up to their form, eyes marveling at them. They wanted to ravish you right now, God."Please accept my apologies, Your Highness." They spoke!

You took away my future and my fame

You noticed a figure out of the corner of your eye and stared in astonishment as you tried to find out who it was. He was by far the most attractive man you'd ever met; he had hair as silver as the moon, and in the light of the moon, it gave him a halo of white about him. His eyes drew your attention more than his impressive jawline.Ruby eyes, the way they looked at you, as if they were memorizing every detail on your face. They appeared so familiar as if you'd seen them in your nightmares, yet you'd only just met this man.

As he observed you, he let out a husky chuckle. "You appear thirsty, your Highness," he said as he offered you his drink. "Do you want some?" He paused. You cast your gaze between him and the glass of champagne. He waited with bated breath until you reached your conclusion. "Thank you, may I know your name?" you say as you extend your hand to take the drink. You inquired, catching his gaze.He let out another chuckle, and hearing it made you feel sinful."Dorian Nikolai." He cheerfully informed you, his voice sounded familiar. You wondered where you'd heard it as you took a sip, then another.

But now that will change

You gazed at the glass as you took your last sip. Was champagne always a sweet drink? You tried to stand up, only to stumble with your feet, as if you were inebriated. The glass in your hand shattered and shattered. Dorian extended his arm and grabbed you about the waist.He smiled at you like the Cheshire cat, but you couldn't see it. You held his arm and looked at him with terror and perplexity. opening and closing your mouth you asked the question. "What exactlv was in the champagne?"

He let out a tiny laugh as he caressed your face with his free hand.Your face became more flushed with each passing second. Your body was getting warmer, and your breathing was becoming uneven. "TIl take good care of you, my little dreamer. The sparkle in his eyes sends chills up your spine. Wait, did he just call you a "little dreamer?" His remarks caused your pupils to dilate. You tried to shove him away, but vou were too weak. You were terrified, your eves swollen with unshed tears. Oh, How he liked the sight, a moan left your trembling voice cords.

Focus on me

A tear finally escaped and rolled down your cheek. He kissed the wayward tear as he dropped his face to yours. When he did, he licked his lip and smiled at you, "Tasty." You tried shaking your head free from his grasp, but he held on tight. "What's the matter? You want me to kiss it more passionately." He inquired almost condescendingly, and before you could respond, his lips collided with yours. Muffling your cries and stealing them as his. He began to slowly paw your chest, eliciting an uncontrollable moan from you.What a lovely voice you had, his lower half twitched in anticipation.

Your entire body twitched. It was as hot as fire. "Wh-what exactly did you do?" Your comments came out slurred, followed by a choked sob, demonstrating how inebriated and distressed you truly were. "Don't worry, it's just an aphrodisiac." You were forced onto the couch while your mind digested the words that came out of his mouth. Your mind was like a broken record, with pleasure and lust coursing through your veins. His lips kissed you all over your face and body. "Moan for me, my little dreamer." He spoke into your ear as his hands slid to your lower body, his touch memorizing your body.

I'll be all that they see

His head rose as he turned to face your considerably more agitated and breathless face. The bulge of his dick could be seen. He got to his feet and bowed before you. Your sex was made visible to him when he raised up / pulled down the bottom half of your clothing. Your hands attempted to move his head away from your sex, but all of your strength fled you the moment his tongue started to slip up your sex. He used his mouth like an instrument. Your groans were the result of his labors, which he heard. He was only made more satisfied the more he heard them. He licked your sex and sucked on it, consuming much of your cream.

You gasped and covered your lips with the back of your palm as a knock echoed through the air and you let out a breathy moan. Surprised, you tighten your thighs, which only serves to further entrap him. "You're Highness?" As Alma cautiously opened the door, her voice could be heard. "Y-yes?" As the wicked bastard remained attached, you inquired. He continued sucking gleefully. "Are you okay, you sound strange?" Worried, she enquired. You apologized, tripping over your words, "Am fine, just a little ahh tipsy." Your toes began to curl as the stimulation pushed you over the edge, and the knot in your gut grew tighter and threatened to burst.

I'll make them sway

Your groans were getting more and more difficult to hide from Alma. “Are you certain that you're okay, Your Highness?” Her voice was getting more and more worried. Dorian continued to laps at your sex, while pumping his fingers in and out of your sex. When she didn't hear back, she said, "Am coming in." Your body becomes more sensitive, twitching, and trembling as a result of the physical effects of panic. Alma would see you being enjoyed by a man you had just met if she turned the corner. You were on the verge of breaking since the whole situation's humiliation dulled your thoughts with pleasure. “C-could you just bring me some w-water, Alma?” sounding like a plea for help.

"Mm, if you say so." Alma deliberated before closing the door and returning to get you something to drink. Dorian smiled at your situation, and with a couple more strong thrusts, the coil cracked. Your body trembled and spammed as you moaned in a high pitch. Your juices poured and landed on his chin, and he licked your sweet honey. He stood up and stared at your disoriented and fucked up countenance. Eyes rolled back, skin flushed, mouth agape, and the involuntary spasm here and there as the rush swept over you.

No, can't run away

"Now, my dear dreamer. Why don't we have some fun in your room, Mm?" Your head was so fucked up, craving for more of his touch, more pleasure, that you didn't even notice you nodded to Dorian's request. He mended your clothes and assisted you in getting to your feet. He was confronted face to face with Alma as he approached the door with you in his hand and opened It. She stood there with a glass and a jug of water, watching the scene before her.

Alma's hand almost lost grip of the glass as her face turned bright crimson with rage. She snarled at Dorian, "Unhand their Highness, you pig." Before speaking, he peered down at her, amused. "But their Highness requested that I assist them to their room," he almost acted offended by her comments. Alma turned to face you after looking at him with disgust. "Is that true, your highness?" She was curious. "I- I'm tired, and I didn't mean to bother anyone." You breathed while under the influence of the substance. "Nonsense, Your Majesty. Give them to me and I'll take care of them." Alma proposed, much to his dismay, he became irritated by her interfering.

Now all eyes on me

He gently snapped his fingers, and from the corner of the hall, you noticed a figure dressed entirely in black. They moved in silently until they were directly behind Alma. They lifted a hand up and hit the back of her neck, knocking her out. As the glass fell and cracked, spreading the water jug to the ground, her body slumped limp into the stranger's arms. You let out a startled gasp, "A-Alma," and looked up in fear at Dorian. "She's fine, wicked wrecked getting in my way." Waving to the stranger holding Alma, he explained. Dorlan tightened his grip on your waist as he led you to your chamber.

The entire trek to your room was a blur, and the moment your door closed, he started undressing you. He unbuckled his pants by yanking them down and exposed his cock to you, he then flipped your body around and bent you over. Pumping his dick a few times to completely erect it, rubbing his erection over your hole before penetrating you with a strong thrust. As your moans resonated across the room, he bounced you on his dick, fondling your chest. You could feel him in your stomach, rearranging your guts to his Ilking, drilling into your walls.

Ooh, babe, hey

You begged him to be gentle with you with broken moans and whimpers. His hands were behind your back, holding your hands, and with each thrust, your body arched forward. He let go of one of your arms, reaching forward and grading your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Kissing you passionately, his tongue lapsing over your tongue, whispering "Mine" like a ritual, pounding into you. As he plunged into you yet again, hitting the point that caused you to see sparks in your vision, your thoughts became a jumbled mess. To dumb out from pleasure, your brain couldn't connect together an understandable sentence.

You whined at him as your walls tightened around his dick, not carrying anymore, just wanting to feel another orgasm. "Are you about to cum?" He questioned you, now with your face pressed against the floor and your tongue spilling out of your lips, muttering nonsense. "If you want to cum, you'll have to beg me like the whore you are." He growled directly into your ears. "I-I want to-"Your moan Interrupted you, eyeballs rolling into your skull. "Answer me, slut." He compelled you." P-please...let me c-cum." The knot in your stomach tightened as you felt his dick quiver inside you.

You don't know what it's like to drown away

You pleaded, squirming at his words. "You are so good for me," he said as he massaged your nipples," Here's your reward." He thrust Into you a couple more times before shooting rope after rope of cum Inside you. Your tight wall milked his seed into you, pushing his dick deeper within you for good measure. He wanted to be certain that the oracle was correct and that he could have a family with you. He pulled out of you after he was done releasing his seed inside you. As his seed oozes from your hole, he leaves you on the floor, ass straight up.

Going to the bathroom and seeking something to clean you up. You weren't in a position to do anything, saying to yourself something along the lines of 'so good.' Whimpering from the high, you're juiced and his mixed together in a pool beneath you. When he returned, he cleaned between your legs, removing sweat. Your flustered expression was adorable, with flushed cheeks, crossed eyes, and mouth agape. He washed your face before lifting you into his arms and carrying you to the bath, where he ran you a warm bath.

In a puddle of shame

When you woke up you were in bed covered by your blanket, With the sensation of your body thrusting forward. Loking up your met with Dorian humping into you. His cock left a trail of silk on your thigh, as his dick pressed and soon penetrated your sensitive hole. A moan left your lips, as he held your waist with a strong grip. His hands would most likely leave fingerprints when he was done abusing your hole for his pleasure. He pressed his large palm over your stomach, as his bulge wrecked through you.

"Be a sweet little dreamer and take it." He said as he kissed your cheek, your tongue hung from your mouth. Saliva spilled out your mouth as moan after moan was pulled from your twitching body. The coll In your body began to tighten before soon it broke. You came undone under him, twitching and moaning his name like it was a prayer to the gods itself. He kept thrusting into you as you whined from overstimulation. He came not long after you had come undone, spilling his seed into your body, marking you as his.

You, yes, you

The next time you woke, you were alone and completely sore. You felt that your body was made from concrete. With a groan, you got out of bed, pulled your blanket with you, and walked over to your wall where a bell with a string rested. After ringing the bell twice, you returned to your bed, and after some time, you heard a knock at your door." Come in," you told the person. You expected Alma to be entering the door, but instead, it was Raine.

"Yes, your Highness?" Raine asked as she walked to your side. You looked up at her before asking, " Is Alma alright?" You held worry in your eyes, and Ralne let out a small 'Ah' of understanding. "Worry not your Majesty, Alma has just fallen with a cold." As she informed you, you let out a small sigh of relief. Raine helped you to your feet, taking you to the bath. She didn't ask any questions about the marks on your body. You were grateful for that.

Made me insane

You were glad that Alma was not hurt by Dorlan, You were glad that you had woken up alone for whatever reason. You were worried most of all about the oracle. You would have to go to the castle's library and look into it more. You could also go to the doctor/magician's tower and research more about the topic. " All done, Your Highness," Raine exclaimed. "You were getting in the habit of getting lost in your thoughts lately. After getting out of the bath, she helped you get dressed.

You have decided to take a walk in the garden, maybe that might help you clear your mind. Raine helped you pack a basket for you to enjoy, some of your favorite treats and drinks, just what you needed to relax. As you walked and passed the garden walls, you breathed in the fresh air and the scent of flowers, and a smile graced your face. You came to a stop at the center of the garden, where a gazebo stood. Its pillars are surrounded by roses, bushes, and other types of flowers.

But not anymore

As you enjoyed the peaceful view, listening to the birds sing, and the wind moving the trees, you felt so calm. You enjoyed your peace along with a few treats here and there. From the distance, you spotted a butler walking towards you. You waited patiently for them to arrive, and when they did, you politely asked them, " How may I help you?" They gave you a bow before speaking, " His majesty, the Emperor, wishes to speak with you." They stated.

You gave the a nod before responding, " Very well, thank you. I shall be on my way." You spoke as you stood from your seat and stared your walk. You pondered what he could want to speak with you about as you walked the long hallways of the castle. Arriving at his office, you knocked twice on his door. Before announcing your arrival to him. From the other side, you heard him call out, " Come in." Taking his response, you graded the door handle and twisted it open.

I'm in control (I am in control)

As you walked into the room, you asked, " Father, what is ut that you could like to speak about." Finally lifting your head as the door closed behind you, you spotted a familiar figure with Ruby eyes sitting on a couch next to your father's desk. Your body frozed on the spot, remembering the way this man played with your body. Eyes wide and dialeted from the rush of emotions running through your head, " Take a seat, dear." Your father offered, hands crossed together over his desk

Taking a seat on the other couch next to your father's desk, you turned and looked at him. " Father, what is the meaning of this?" Your tone sounded inraged, but the could be the result of your emotions running amuck miles per hour in your mind. " Let me introduce you to the son of one of my good friends, Prince Dorian Nikolai. From the Kingdom of Snow and Ash." Your father introduced, as Dorian waved at you with an innocent smile.

I have the stage

You were awestruck, Dorian was prince. The man that ravished you like an animal, as if you weren't anything but a flashlight, a piece of meat to pound into. He was in your home, and for what more else to get his greedy hands on. " He has come here to officially court you. He has already asked for my blessing. His father hopes that we can make an alliance." Your father explained the reasons. Dorian rose from his seat, took your hand in his, and gave it a gentle kiss. Bowing, he said, " It is a pleasure to meet you, your majesty. "

As he did so, your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel your cheeks growing red. It was as if had corrupted you, twisting your sense of love and affection to his liking. His eyes looked at you with a burning possession, like you belonged to him and only him. Your eyes were meant to look upon him while he was created for the sole purpose of worshipping you. " It is also my pleasure, sir Dorian." You spoke, sounding breathless. You were ashamed to be filling aroused by his intense gaze and in front of your father, nonetheless. Dorian smiled at you knowingly.

You can't turn the page

" Great, now that you are both acquainted, we can start with the next step." Your father called out, catching both your attention to him once again. For the next couple of weeks, you and Dorian went out on dates. You so desperately wanted him to mess up, to slip in the slightest so you could tell your father to break the courting immediately. But that didn't happen he took you to your favorite places, got you flowers, and so on. If he held your hand, he held it just enough for you to feel his warmth, only to take it away and having you crave his touch.

As the weeks turned into moths, you had discovered that you were starving for his touch, even if it was in the slightest. You wanted him to look at you, to kiss you, to touch you, to love you. You didn't know what to do with yourself, you went to the magician. Telling him you felt sick for some reason, he ran some tests. By the end, he congratulated you, " You're in love, Your Highness." He smiled at you. You were....in love with Dorian? But...you hated him, right? Your mind was a mess. Your heart was telling you one thing, while your brain is telling you another.

Now do as you're told (Encore, hit the beat, boys)

Dorian knew what he was doing. He was making you so touch starved that you would have any other choice but to ask him. He waited patiently. At first, he held your hand for a long period of time before slowly decreasing it to accidental or sutel brushs of the hand. Watching as your eyes closely looked at his hands, anticipating to fell his touch only to be disappointed at getting almost nothing. He could see he was at your breaking point he just had to push you harder over the edge until you broke.

He was sitting in the garden with you, as he invited you to have a picnic with him. You were sitting in front of him in the chair opposite his, as you eat at the gazebo. You were barely holding eye contact with him, as he talked to you. He called your name, making you look up at him, “ Come here." He politely asked. You placed your utensils down before walking over to him. As you stood before him, his hand extended to your face, whipping some crums from the corner of your mouth.

Focus on me (Focus on me)

You blush at his actions, " What's wrong?" He asked you. " I have fallen...for you." You spoke, looking him in the eyes. He smiled, his eyes wrinkling in delight. He took your hand and sat you on his lap, " And why is that little dreamer?" He asked, amused. " Your touch sets me on fire, I feel I might have become addicted." Yiu spoke softly, lowering your head in shame. His pointer finger and thumb lifted your chin, making you look at him. He kissed you, a quick kiss on the lips. Before he kissed you once again more deeply. You both shared a passionate kiss.

You felt his growing bulge press against you. As he held your waist and softly thrusted into you, trying to get as much friction as he could. Breaking the kiss, you moaned, panting for air. He watched you ride him, eyes clouded with slust. " Won't you help me with this, dear." He spoke, pointing to the ever growing bulge in his pants. You knelt before him as he spread his legs to give you access to his clothed erection. His hand rested on the top of your head as you unbuckled his belt. Your body was hidden under the table, as you pulled his underwear off.

I'll be all that they see

His cock sprong out, his pretty pink tip dripping clear pears. It was veiny. You held it in your hand, giving it a few pumps up and down. Staring up at him with your doe eyes before licking his dick from the base up. You heard him gasp a "F-fuck." As his hips buckled into your hand. You kissed his tip before taking him in your mouth. He was big, and your eyes swelled with tears as you took what you could of his length. He stroked your cheek lovingly as you adjusted him into your mouth.

Soon, your tongue began to swerell around his length. Your head bouncing up and down, saliva falling from your lips, his hands still rested on top of your head. As he threw his head back in pleasure, he spotted movement from his peripheral. In the distance, a lone butler was waking his way towards you both. He voiced his concerns to you, but that only made you suck on him harder. With the butler quickly approaching, he could feel himself, start to twitch. His balls began yo tighten it was only a matter of time before he came undone.

I'll make them sway

The butler finally arrived, and he tried his best to seem relaxed. " Pause my intrusion, but is their highness here?" They asked, looking at him. He could feel you smiling around him, chiki little slut. "N-No, they just le-left to the castle." He stumbled out. You sucked on him harder. He didn't think he would last long. " Ah, I see. Thank you, sir Dorian." The butler bowed to him as he spoke. He turned around to take his leave before stopping again. " Are you alright? Your face seems a tad red." They asked him. "Y-yes. I'm just a little tired, I-I suppose." His voice threatening to stutter as he speaks.

Shit, he he was breaking. He was about to come as your tongue rubbed his slit, the butler looked at him before nodding and walking away. The second the butler was out of ear shot, he graded your head and thrusted into your mouth. With a groan, he spilled ropes after ropes of come into your mouth. You gladly accepted it, swallowing it all up. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, "You're so good for me, darling." He stroked your cheek. He helped you up and gave you a kiss.

No, can't run away

When he broke the kiss, he looked you in the eyes before speaking, " When we get to your room, I will fuck and stuff you full of my cum that you won't ve able to walk tomorrow. Considere that you're punishment and reward for being such a good slut for me." He finished by giving you a kiss on the lips. Enjoying how your pupils dialated and you shifted on his lap excitedly. "How did you get in my dreams?" Your doe eyes looked at him in wonder. " I guess we shared the same fates. That is why I was in your dreams, to find you and make you mine." He said while kissing you.

He lifted you into his arms and carried you down to the castle. He was going to make sure you couldn't walk tomorrow. Let alone talk after moaning and screaming his name in pleasure the whole day.

Now all eyes on me

Now all eyes on, all eyes on me

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-` 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉, 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞𝖊𝖉! ´- sorry It took so long I was running out of ideas for this one.

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