Juleka used her thumb to rub the tip of his penis, smearing precum all over the mushroom head tip. When Juleka’s thumbnail pressed into the very tip of Ashe’s cock in a way that was almost painful Ashe bucked into her hand, and precum dribbled down his cock.
Juleka pumped his cock, slicking his entire length with his own precum. Once Juleka deemed his cock to be thoroughly slicked, she raised her hips, pushed the skirt of her gown aside, grabbed Ashe’s erection, and guided it to her entrance.
Something wet and hot was kissing the tip of Ashe’s cock. At first, Ashe deliriously thought it was Juleka’s mouth, but then realized that was impossible since her mouth was on his. Before Ashe could regain his senses enough to realize what was happening Juleka started to impale herself on Ashe’s length, taking him inside slowly inch-by-inch.
Even though Juleka was a virgin she felt not pain. The cat-in-heat love potion Picasso had slipped into her glass of wine saw to that. Because of the potion Juleka was very wet and ready for Ashe. Her insides were on fire with her desire to be claimed and filled.
Still, the moment was intense enough that a whimper slipped past Juleka’s lips. She was being stretched and filled by Ashe. By the man she loved. And soon he would claim her. She would belong to him, and no one else. A pleasant shiver traveled up her spine at the possessive thought.
Ashe finally realized what was happening, and pushed at Juleka’s shoulders, breaking their kiss. He stared into Juleka’s blue-gray eyes, and shook his head. “No. You can’t. You mustn’t. You’re a princess, and I’m…”
“I can, and I will have you, Ashe,” Juleka said, smiling lustily. “You’re mine!” She impaled herself fully on Ashe’s cock, and cried out as he took her virginity. Pleasure and pain assaulted her senses, and she dug her nails into Ashe’s shoulders. Ashe groaned as he felt his entire length being gripped by a tight, hot sheath.
For a few minutes Juleka and Ashe just stared at each other as Juleka got used to the sensation of being filled so completely. “You feel so good inside me, Ashe.”
Ashe’s cock twitched at the word ‘inside’. I’m inside Juleka! He thought. And we’re having sex. Oh my God…
“Do you feel good too, Ashe?” Juleka asked.
“I…” Ashe started.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel even better,” Juleka promised, placing her hands on Ashe’s chest for support as she started to move over Ashe, riding his cock. At first, she set a rhythm that was slow and languid, but as the pleasure started to mount between them she increased her pace until she was practically bouncing on Ashe’s lap.
Ashe’s hands ended up on her hips, and his fingers dug into her soft flesh as pleasure coiled in his gut. He watched her wanton display in awe. She was using him for her own pleasure - taking what she needed from him while he just lay there at her mercy. And he fucking loved every single minute of it.
She’s using me like I’m nothing but a wooden cock. Ashe thought, and smirked. And it’s fucking hot.
Watching Juleka use him for her pleasure in such a sensual manner was like a dream. She looked so beautiful and strangely powerful in that moment. Juleka was in complete control of their lovemaking. She was ruling over him, and his pleasure. His eyes raked hungrily over the beautiful red and gold gown she was wearing. It was extremely low-cut, and Ashe allowed his gaze to linger on her flushed cleavage.
This was the first time he’d seen Juleka dressed in red. She usually wore pastel pink. The deep red color brought out the black of her hair, and suited her. It made her look more mature. More like an adult woman. She just turned twenty-four. Ashe thought in a haze.
Juleka grinned when she noticed the intense way Ashe was watching her. Gaining confidence from the heated look he was giving her she ran her hands over her body and cupped her breasts. Ashe’s gaze immediately focused on what she was doing. The way she was squeezing her breasts caused them to almost burst out of the top of her gown.
Juleka pinched her own nipples, and Ashe felt her pussy squeeze around his cock in response. Juleka was panting slightly, and she started to move faster as she neared her orgasm. She leaned over and crushed her lips to Ashe’s, and he eagerly kissed her back. The feeling of Ashe’s tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth at the same time and pace as his cock pushed Juleka over the edge, and she came with lustful abandon. “Mmm, Ashe!”
As Juleka came her pussy clenched around Ashe’s cock, and pushed him over the edge to join her in carnal oblivion. He bucked his hips and released his seed deep inside of the princess. “Juleka!”
Juleka cried out in ecstasy as she felt Ashe filling her insides, oh so deep. “Yes, oh, yes! Claim me, Ashe. Put a baby in me. Fill my womb with your seed and give me a child! Our child!”
Her words were like a bucket of cold water being thrown over his head. Child? Ashe thought in horror. This is why he’d been so careful to never come inside of a woman. He’d never had to worry about this anyways since he’d never been able to have an erection for the ladies he’d seduced. But now…it was too late. The deed was done. He’d just filled Juleka’s aching womb with his seed.
Juleka collapsed on top of Ashe, completely exhausted. Her body was still trembling from her orgasm, and she panted softly. Ashe absentmindedly stroked Juleka’s back until she stopped trembling.
The scent of sun-ripened berries faded, and in its wake came mental clarity. Juleka and Ashe were both slowly regaining their senses. Juleka’s breathing evened, and she pushed herself up to stare down at Ashe with wide, astonished eyes. “Ashe, what are you…? What are we…? What is…?” Juleka’s gaze traveled lower, and she stared at Ashe’s lap. “There’s something inside me!”
The lopsided smile that had been on Ashe’s face disappeared as he began to realize this wasn’t a dream, but reality. He gave Juleka an apologetic, shamed look. “Juleka, I’m sorry. I…couldn’t stop myself. I don’t know what came over me.”
“We…had sex?” Juleka exclaimed in shock.
“Yes,” Ashe said morosely. “We did.”
“And you’re still inside me.”
“Yes. I’m sorry,” Ashe apologized again as feelings of shame and regret washed over him.
A myriad of emotions swirled in Juleka’s gray-blue eyes before they settled into one emotion Ashe didn’t want to recognize. “I’m not. I love you, Ashe. I want to be with you. But if you knew the truth I don’t think that you would want me.” Juleka moved off of Ashe, and winced in pain when she felt his flaccid cock slipping out of her.
Ashe noticed her pained expression, and felt even guiltier. “I hurt you.”
“No. I just feel a little sore.” Juleka shook her head as she straightened, and dusted her gown off with her hands. A few blades of grass floated to the ground as they were removed from Juleka’s dress.
While Juleka was occupied with fixing her appearance, Ashe took that opportunity to quickly shove his cock back into his pants. He pushed himself up off the ground, and dusted his suit off. When he glanced over at Juleka their gazes met, and he gulped nervously.
Ashe wasn’t sure what to feel in that moment. He was still mad at her for her deception, but if he were being truly honest with himself he’d wanted her. He’d realized he cared for her after almost losing her in Bones Kingdom. It would be cowardly to ignore his feelings. “Juleka, I…”
“I need to show you something, Ashe,” Juleka interrupted.
Ashe nodded. “Alright.”
Juleka led the way back to the palace, and they entered the ballroom from the terrace. “There’s only one way to cross a dance floor,” Juleka said, watching the couples dancing for a moment before she turned to Ashe. “Dance with me?” Ashe nodded and took her hand, allowing Juleka to lead him out to the dance floor. Juleka sensed Ashe’s nervousness, and shot him a curious look. “Do you know how to dance?” she whispered.
“Not really,” Ashe admitted in a low voice.
“Just follow my lead.” Juleka took Ashe’s right hand and guided his other hand to he
r waist. Once she had her hand on Ashe’s shoulder she started to slowly dance across the floor.
Ashe did his best to follow her movements, and they managed to make it across the ballroom. They came to a stop in front of a door that Juleka opened, and she ushered Ashe inside.
Ashe entered and looked around the spacious room that was illuminated by several lit torches that were hanging in iron sconces on the walls, and noted it was a gallery. A collection of oil paintings hung on the walls in gilt frames.
Juleka took Ashe’s hand and led him over to the a painting that was hanging on the back wall. Once they’d reached the painting she immediately let go of his hand. Ashe gave Juleka a questioning look before turning his attention to the painting.
The painting was of a little girl with curly black hair, who was dressed in a pretty pink dress. The girl was riding a unicorn that had a silvery mane and soulful, golden eyes. The flickering torchlight caused the unicorn’s golden horn to glow eerily.
“That painting is of myself and my pet unicorn,” Juleka started to explain. She nibbled on her lower lip as she thought about what she was about to reveal to Ashe. “Ashe, you remember how I told you that you reminded me of someone who was very special to me?”
“Yeah,” Ashe said warily.
“Well, that someone is…this person.” Juleka walked over to stand next to another painting. The painting was a full-scale portrait of a knight. The man had long, silvery-blonde hair, sharp golden eyes, and pale skin. He was tall and lithely muscled. The knight was dressed in silver armor, and there was a sword strapped to his side. “This is a portrait of the hero known as Cinderelron. Your father.”
Ashe’s brow furrowed in confusion. “You knew my father?”
“Of course. Cinderelron was the Commander of the Royal Guard,” Juleka revealed, wringing her hands together nervously.
“My father was a Commander?” Ashe breathed. “I thought he was just a hero.”
“There’s more,” Juleka said warningly. “Your father was no ordinary man. He was a unicorn shifter. My pet unicorn and your father are one in the same being.”
Ashe didn’t want to believe such an insane claim, but Juleka was looking at him with such a serious, dour expression on her face that Ashe knew it must be true. My father…was a unicorn shifter. Ashe stumbled back a step in shock. He felt faint. His eyes widened when he came to a startling revelation, and he looked up at Juleka. “But then I’m…!”
Juleka gave Ashe a sympathetic nod. “Yes. You are half unicorn shifter. A magical being. You’re not a dullard. You possess magic, Ashe. It flows through your veins. Have you ever shifted into your unicorn form?”
“What?” Ashe asked, startled by the crazy question. “No. Of course not…”
Juleka tilted her head at Ashe as she regarded him intently. “It’s strange. I don’t know why but most unicorn shifters awaken at the age of eighteen. Your transformation should have taken place on your eighteenth birthday. Did nothing unusual occur on that day?”
“My eighteenth birthday…?” Ashe murmured. The only memorable thing that had happened was that his mother had died, and he’d ended up Lord Tremaine’s slave. “My mother…committed suicide on my eighteenth birthday. It was the day I become a slave.”
Juleka’s eyes widened at the startling revelation, but then narrowed as a sudden thought occurred to her. “Ashe, I don’t think your mother dying on your eighteenth birthday is a coincidence.”
The blood started to drain out of Ashe’s face. “You can’t mean…?” Ashe shook his head. “I don’t think Lord Tremaine would be capable of…fuck. He is capable of murder. What if Lord Tremaine killed my mother so that he could get his hands on a unicorn?”
Julela’s heart clenched at the forlorn expression on Ashe’s face. “It’s possible.”
“Fuck,” Ashe swore, starting to pace across the art gallery.
“Ashe, there’s still more you need to know,” Juleka said softly as she looked at the portrait of Cinderelron. “I was in love with Cinderelron.”
Ashe whipped around to stare at Juleka in disbelief. “You were in love with my father?”
Juleka gave Ashe a sad smile. “I was only a child at the time, so it was a plutonic love - pure and innocent. But I did love him. He was always protecting me as my bodyguard. Because of my cursed eyes bandits were always targeting me. They would kidnap me, and once they’d taken me back to their hideout they would torture me…” Juleka admitted, wrapping her arms around her torso as she remembered the horrible things those men would do to her. “They wanted to make me cry so they could collect my diamond tears.”
A horrified expression settled over Ashe’s face as he thought about little Juleka being tortured. “Juleka, you’ve been tortured…just like I have.” He reached his hand out to comfort her, but Juleka stepped back and shook her head.
“No. I don’t deserve your comfort, Ashe,” Juleka said with a haunted expression on her face. “Your father would always come to my rescue. Always. Until one day…a member of the League of Villains kidnapped me. I thought he wanted my diamond tears, but that wasn’t the case. He never tortured me. I didn’t realize what he was truly after until much later. The villain wanted your father. More specifically, your father’s horn that would grant him immortality if consumed in a magic potion. This villain kidnapped me in order to lure your father into a trap.
“Cinderelron battled against this man, but was defeated when he used a strange device to shatter the Glass Sword. In order to make our escape, Cinderelron transformed into his unicorn form and had me mount him. We rode off into the forest, but the entire forest was filled with bear traps. Cinderelron’s front leg was trapped in one of those awful traps. He told me to leave him behind, and to save myself.” Juleka’s gray-blue eyes filled with tears as she remembered that pivotal moment. The moment where she’d abandoned the man she loved.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ashe demanded.
Juleka flinched at Ashe’s harsh tone of voice. “Your father died protecting me. He’s dead because of me. I’m so sorry, Ashe. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you my true identity. I thought that if you knew the truth, and that I’m the girl your father died for that you would never forgive me. Never love me.”
Ashe began to pace across the gallery again as he tried to decide what he was really feeling. He was feeling too many emotions at the same time, and they were all jumbled up inside of him. Anger seemed to rise to the forefront of his emotions as he thought about how his father had died protecting Princess Juleka Glass and had left his wife and child behind unprotected and penniless.
Ashe clenched his hands into fists at his sides as he trembled with rage. Cinderelron had chosen Juleka over his own family. Juleka was right…his father was dead because of her. It’s her fault my life became a living hell. Ashe thought venomously.
“I also didn’t want to tell you my real identity in order to protect you,” Juleka continued in a tentative manner. “Bandits target me occasionally. You could have been put in danger.”
Ashe barely heard her. He whirled around to glare heatedly at Juleka. “All this time you knew the truth about my father, and how he died protecting you. You knew Cinderelron was a hero. I didn’t discover that my father was a hero until Rapunzel told me the cane sword belonged to a hero named Cinderelron. I didn’t want to believe it because how could the son of the famous hero of Glass Kingdom sink so low? I became a slave, and a gigolo. And it’s all because of you. He died in order to save your life!”
Tears started to stream down Juleka’s face. “I know. I’m so sorry, Ashe. I never should have abandoned him in that forest. I should have stayed by his side. I should have tried to protect him. Maybe…I could have made a deal with the villain to spare Cinderelron’s life. I loved him.”
“Just like how you love me?” Ashe scoffed.
“My love for you is different,” Juleka said, a blush rising to her cheeks. “What I feel for you is romantic love. Adult love. I truly love you. Pl
ease, you must believe me. You must forgive me.”
“Must I?” Ashe sneered, glancing around at the other paintings in the gallery. His eyes widened when he noted that several were of him. “These paintings…they’re of me. Who painted them?” he demanded.
“I did,” Juleka shyly admitted.
Ashe let out a sigh and scrubbed a hand down his face. He looked up at Juleka with a haggard expression. “Did you even know Cinderelron had a family? A wife named Seraphine and a son named Ashe?”
Juleka shook her head. “No. He never mentioned you. It was probably in order to protect you both. At the time, the League of Villains was hunting all the unicorns for their horns. I bet Cinderelron was trying to protect you from that fate, Ashe.”
“Hunted?” Ashe said bitterly, and suddenly thought of Lord Tremaine and the torture he’d endured at the hands of that sadistic man. “I still fell into the clutches of a hunter.”
“Ashe, you must believe me when I say had I known I would have helped you and your mother,” Juleka said passionately. “I would have made sure you both had everything you could ever desire.”
“You were just a child,” Ashe grumbled sullenly. “What could you have done?”
“I was still a princess,” Juleka pointed out. “And I know I would have wanted to help you both. You are the son of a hero, Ashe. You’re someone important. A hero of Glass Kingdom.”
“I’ve heard enough,” Ashe snapped, turning on his heel and stomping out of the gallery.
“Ashe, wait!” Juleka took off after Ashe, and continued to pursue him as he stalked across the dance floor. “When I first saw you at the casino I think the thought must have flitted across my mind that you could be Cinderelron’s son. It’s why I was drawn to you in the beginning. You two look so alike.”
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