by Meg Xuemei X
The high prince had knocked his friend out cold.
He didn’t even spare the fallen angel a glance, but trained his scorching, savage gaze on me.
Chapter 24
PRINCE SETH
My pulse picked up as soon as I scented her, before she had even entered the arena. When she stepped in, her predatory gaze shot straight toward me.
Her purpose was clear.
She’d come to seek me out, but not because she missed me. I knew how much she despised and hated my race. The first time she’d addressed me, her pronunciation of “angel” had sounded like a dirty word.
She had come to gloat about her victory, and then to screw me up more.
The princess didn’t even disguise her vile intentions when she grinned at me.
My blood boiled and my cock hardened for her, but my mind still had the clarity needed for the duel.
Which meant I could resist her, though it was like a task in hell.
I would show her how controlled and composed I was.
She’d busted me watching her bathe.
She’d known the moment I’d gotten into the Spring Hall. She hadn’t caught my movements. She hadn’t caught it when the skylight had opened for me. She’d seemed focused on swimming laps, deep in her private thoughts, but she’d sensed my cloaked presence. Her sight had followed me.
Was it likely she could scent me as I scented her?
She’d thought I was the one who had cast a spell on her to make her—to make her do what? She hadn’t explained and refused to say more.
Was this sexual attraction between us mutual? The chemistry between us was like a tight rope binding us, even though she obviously wanted to erase me from her sight.
But if she couldn’t deny her attraction to me ….
A small hope swelled in me, but I snuffed it out. That was exactly what she was trying to do to me: toying with me, taunting me, and then shattering my cold logic and making me a lusty mad dog.
Not going to happen.
I wouldn’t give any female that kind of power over me, especially a female who wanted me to fall back on a pile of shit.
My cock begged to differ and jerked forward in my loose trousers.
I really needed to restrain it. Lusting after the fey female would only end in disaster.
In the Spring Hall, I’d lost it when she’d pulled out her fingers from her gorgeous sex and tasted her own juice. It had smelled sweeter than honeysuckle, mixing with her irresistible female pheromone.
It had taken every ounce of control not to drop by her side, flip her around, and fuck her from behind.
I’d had to leave. If I’d stayed one nanosecond more, I would have taken her. I’d have forced my rock-hard cock into her sweet, moist heat, no matter the dire consequences, and thrust wildly in her again and again and again.
Then I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, despite being the High Prince of All Angels.
I’d never lost control before. No female had rattled me like the Mysthian princess.
The Spring Hall had warmed as the savaging lust had started burning away my reason.
Yet the fey princess had kept stoking the fire.
She clearly knew that if I took her in the open, the angels’ house would come to a civil war. I didn’t care about my brother’s hurt feelings or whatever wrath he promised to rain down, but I wouldn’t fuck her without her consent. So she’d kept teasing, taunting, and daring me.
Her methods had worked.
The heat had kept mounting. When black lightning had surged to the tips of my feathers, I’d known I’d been about to lose it.
I’d been on the edge of taking the princess by force.
So I’d done the only sensible thing I could before I turned into a complete beast.
I’d fled.
I’d fled from her for the second time.
As soon as I’d broken through the skylight into the open air, I’d heard her victorious laughter. Then a splash of water. She must have gone back to her swimming, as if nothing had happened.
As if my existence and hurt hadn’t caused a ripple.
The Princess of Mysth was now rated by me as the wickedest witch in the universe.
I’d flown higher above the Earth’s atmosphere, expecting the thin, chilly air to cool my overheated body. I’d let myself drift in space, frustrated that I couldn’t figure out why her scent could screw me over and over.
I had to find the counter-spell, or something. I was a warrior, not a laughingstock. I’d allow no one to yank my balls and twist for their amusement.
Until I could defend myself against her scent, I’d better stay away from that female.
I’d followed through with my own advice. I hadn’t shown up anywhere near her. I’d abandoned my brother’s court for three days, despite that he’d constantly summoned me.
I’d taken extra time to run an errand for my lord father.
He’d detected a new subspecies on Earth—the homo sapiens. He wanted me to take a peek.
It should have taken less than an hour to finish the chore, but I’d stayed with the species for two days. It wasn’t that these humans fascinated me. In fact, far from it. They were still a rudimentary species, though they evolved faster than any other subspecies.
That was why they’d attracted my father’s attention.
The humans’ numbers were also increasing rapidly, faster than any other races on the planet of Earth. They were constantly mating and reproducing, like rabbits.
In a few centuries, their numbers would flood the Earth. They would become the dominant race if their intelligence kept up at the same speed.
I’d reported to my lord father about what I’d observed.
He’d pondered that, then asked me about the progress with the fey princess.
My father had a private channel that could reach me anywhere and anytime. His astral projection was his second self, and he could see everything through it. I’d purposefully lingered in the realm of the humans to divert him from fixing his eyes on the princess.
He hadn’t known that the girl had invoked my once hibernating sexual drive, and I’d wanted to keep him in the dark.
I’d told him that the earth magic hadn’t chimed in the princess. “I need to continue to observe her,” I’d said.
“Create the worst crisis for her, then,” my father had advised.
I’d nodded obediently. “I’ll see what I can do, Father.”
“If nothing shakes the girl,” my father had said, watching me closely, “the wedding night with Agro will surely do it. I’ll have Agro hurry up the wedding.”
“That will backfire,” I’d said cautiously. “One wrong move, we won’t be able to harvest her elemental magic, supposing it’s in her.”
“Explain,” my father had demanded.
“It’s hard to explain, Father,” I’d said. “Just a hunch. Trust me since I’ve never failed you. We can’t rush it when we might face off with the greatest magic on Earth.”
“Very well,” my father had said before his astral image withdrew. “See to it and keep me updated.”
When my father’s radiant image had vanished, I’d suddenly noticed a group of humans that had seen us. They couldn’t understand angel’s tongue. Our language sounded like music in the earthling’s ears.
The humans had knelt before me in worship, their heads to the ground, afraid to raise their faces to see my glory. Without a word, I’d flapped my wings and soared into the sky.
Flying all the way back, all I’d thought about was the Princess of Mysth.
The image of her nakedness was branded in my mind like burning coals in the cool night. Her slender, long neck was elegant. Her breasts were soft and perky, good for touching. Her nipples were cherry pink. I bet they would feel incredible in my mouth. Her deep cleavage could also serve as a proper place to rub my cock up and down.
With ample bosoms like that, the princess had the slimmest waist. And it didn’t stop there; her hips curved
enticingly.
When I’d first glimpsed the shadow in the opening of her pink pussy, which looked sleeker than the finest silk, more delicate than a flower, a primal, savage need to possess her had overwhelmed me. I’d taken great pain reining myself in.
I had wondered if she would moan louder when I swirled my tongue inside her heat. I would relish grazing my teeth over her plump clitoris until she begged for my dick.
My hardened cock had arched unbearably when I’d been in the sky. All it had wanted was to impale the girl’s tightness and drive home.
Fucking the princess could happen only in a fantasy world, but my bitterness couldn’t stop my thoughts from returning to her glistening sex.
After I’d left the Spring Hall and cooled myself in space, I’d returned to my quarters. I’d tried to pleasure myself, picturing her hand stroking the length of my shaft, but I couldn’t get a release. My cock had throbbed more painfully, like it was going to explode from the building pressure.
So I’d summoned a curvaceous female angel to my bedroom.
That female had waited giddily in my bed. Many had tried to tempt and arouse me, including her. This time, she believed that she’d succeeded because I’d sought out her companionship above all others. If she could make me come, her reputation would rise high. I wouldn’t mind giving her social standing a boost, as long as she could help me get off.
When I’d strode out of the shower with a towel hanging low around my waist, she’d sprawled on the soft sheet, her legs opening in invitation. I watched her fondle her sex, her eyes glimmering with anticipation and lust.
As I’d moved closer to her, her scent had hit me like that of a cold, dead fish.
My former hardness waned.
Gritting my teeth, I’d sent the angry female away.
As soon as she’d left, my erection returned. So I’d summoned three more females at the same time.
They were all stunning beauties. One of them should have had the right smell since I’d been unbelievably horny. On second thoughts, I’d held my breath in case the scent from one of them repulsed me. I urgently needed to get laid and release the pressure in my cock.
The females had pressed me with their fabulous breasts and rubbed their wet sexes against my trousers. I hadn’t been as naked as they were. I’d bared only my chest.
So I’d gone along with my plan. I’d held my breath. I’d grabbed their breasts and palmed their sexes to arouse myself, yet I’d felt only apathy.
Coldness and hollowness had enveloped me, choking me. I no longer desired a fuck, but wanted to escape it.
I’d cursed the princess under my breath. She’d put an unseen chastity belt on me and tossed away the key.
I couldn’t use any other females for a relief, despite my constant hardness. My dick didn’t want any except the Mysthian princess. The pressure would be kept inside my cock unless I got between her thighs and penetrated her tight, warm sheath.
I’d woken up from my apathy to this? Hot for the only female I could never have? I’d howled in fury.
After I’d cursed the princess more, I’d cursed the universe profusely.
There must be a malicious force beyond my reach working against me.
Otherwise how could one explain this absurdly strong attraction and vicious hold the Princess of Mysth had on me?
I’d broken some furniture and punched a few holes in the wall of my quarters.
In a foul mood, I’d come to the arena and assembled a company of angels to fight me, so I could blow off steam. My fellow angels had been thrilled since I hadn’t done this for ages.
I’d fought one after another and defeated them all. The warriors had been glad to take in my brutal force, glad that I was back in the game, but none knew that I’d fought merely to release my sexual frustration through my blade and fists.
The fight had turned into an event. Unwelcome crowds had arrived as if it was a festival!
Worse, the source of my infliction had come to seek me out and wreck me more.
This wasn’t that kind of sweet torture of foreplay. The princess wanted to use my lust to destroy me.
I could still hear the echo of her triumphant laughter when I’d fled from the Spring Hall.
Now she stood less than ten feet from me and fanned her face.
Her hair had been pinned up when she’d entered, and now she let it down and shook it.
All these moves were aimed to send her intoxicating scent into the air and let the wind blow it my way.
She wanted to see if I would end up like a drunkard fool.
I held my breath, but it was no use. Her scent fell on my skin, and how could I stop that?
My cock had hardened in answer.
This was going to end badly for me while I was in the middle of dueling Ephraim, a fine warrior and a worthy opponent.
I sent the princess a stern look, warning her to go away. She grinned at me.
Skies! That grin, though too naughty, lit her up.
My cock swayed in my trousers as sore pressure squeezed its crown.
It was unimaginable that I, the ancient high prince of mighty angels, conquerors of the universe, was hunted by a nineteen-year-old Mysthian female.
This female wouldn’t give me a break, for she knew she was off-limits to me. She wanted to drive me mad as I had no means to strike back before her wedding night.
The Lord of All Angels had worried that my brother would fall for his bride and wouldn’t have the stomach to harvest her when the princess’s magic emerged. So he’d assigned this job to his son with the coldest heart. He would never have thought that I might be the one who couldn’t harm the girl.
Or could I?
I would retrieve the elemental earth magic as soon as it made a whimper in her. I hadn’t cared for anyone, and I didn’t care about her. I only wanted to fuck her.
If I failed in this task, there would be no place for me in the royal house. My father would cast me aside without a second glance, and the universe was ruled by the Lord of All Angels.
Right then, while I was in the middle of dueling, I needed to get the Mysthian princess to back off. I was no one’s prey, and I didn’t like anyone playing games with me.
I snarled.
Ephraim blinked in surprise. He thought I scowled at him for his technique. I’d never been harsh toward him before.
“Seth?” Ephraim called, alarmed by the menace rolling off me.
He darted a quick glance between me and the princess on the sideline, and that had done it. Anger burst in me. My black lightning slammed into him.
That was how cold-hearted I could be.
I didn’t look at my friend’s unconscious form. I trained an icy look in the princess’s direction.
Her guards all tensed up. Their hands grabbed the hilts of their swords; their looks were hard, defiant, and hateful toward me. They’d gotten the meaning of my sinister look. They’d realized that my show of the lightning had been meant to threaten their beloved Morning Star of Mysth.
I sneered. I could end them all before they drew their blades.
The princess tilted her head, a ghost of smile on her sensual lips.
She must have thought I was an insignificant insect.
My sexual frustration kept building even after all these brutal fights. I thought my mood couldn’t get worse, but I’d been wrong. Because my brother had arrived.
He stood behind the princess, his arm around her slim waist, and nuzzled her exquisite neck.
Chapter 25
PRINCESS ROSE
“Isn’t my brother magnificent?” King Agro asked, standing behind me.
I didn’t need to turn to know that his eyes were dark, pitiless. His voice also betrayed his hatred and jealousy.
King Agro was deft at playing political and war games, but everyone knew that he wasn’t nearly as powerful as the high prince.
The high prince was mighty and fearsome, yet the angels said his power was but an echo of his lord father.
I wouldn’t let him come. I must find the Forbidden Glory and destroy it. The Dragonian oracle said that the angels’ power source had opened the door to our world. If we demolished it, then we would drive the angels back to the other side of the universe and seal the portal.
“Prince Seth certainly thought so,” I said to the king dryly. “He must have hoped his showing off would attract the ladies here.” I gestured toward the females all around. “But it came off a bit flashy and cheap. Your Majesty, however, has no need to prove yourself. You are the presence. Your subjects merely look upon you in awe, and that’s the true power.”
Indeed, the angels had all bowed to their king.
The king let out a pleased laugh. He pressed against me from behind, his arm around my waist.
I suppressed a shiver of disgust, especially when his cold lips started trailing down my neck. I kept still, afraid of the snake sinking its teeth into me if I moved.
I need to get him off me, or I’ll puke. If I vomit, all bets are off.
My gaze met the high prince’s. He glared in our direction with an unconcealed, murderous rage. The next second, a cold mask replaced the fury.
Angels were notoriously territorial, but did he realize that I wasn’t his?
No matter. If he felt jealous, then I needed to stoke the flame. I was about to slide out of the king’s hold, but now I decided against it. I fought my repulsion and leaned back against the king’s chest.
“Did you come to see Seth fighting, like all the females?” the king pursued.
I turned my face to look at him over my shoulder, our faces inches apart. “I thought you were fond of me, Your Majesty,” I said. “Are you now teasing me or insulting me? I heard there was a great event in the arena, so I came to seek you out, hoping to catch a glimpse of Your Majesty.”
He chortled against my neck.
“I didn’t mean to neglect you, Rose, but your gifts are irresistible,” he said, squeezing me against him. I felt his hardness pricking against the small of my back, and abhorrence spiked up my spine. Yet I stayed unmoved.
