Forced To Kill The Prince

by Hollie Hutchins

  I've let go of my inhibitions, my alarm, my personal restrictions. There is a wonderful rush of ecstasy of not being beholden to anyone, not caring what they think, and seeking only the pleasure of the moment. Perhaps I will feel shame later. Perhaps I'll come to my senses and wonder what in five heavens I was thinking. But right now, I just want to lose myself. I tilt my head back, and hiss, “Fuck me harder.”

  Ash hitches a breath in surprise. “You like this?” He seems dumbfounded. Like he expected me to hate it. Like he wanted to make me hate what was happening to me. Even Garion seems shocked at this. Their shock makes that darkness inside me rise and cackle. I could shock them with so much else. I really could. But best... to not let too much darkness out. I don't want to scare away these people yet.

  Not before I've had my way with them.

  Ash stops thrusting inside me for a moment, and his hands move to my neck. “I should punish you for this.” His hands begin to squeeze.

  “Punish me for liking it?” I say, allowing a dark smile to taint my lips. I'm one step away from plunging into total darkness, and meeting it face to face. I'm a knife's edge from embracing the things other people are afraid to embrace. And I want to swallow it all. I calm my desires down enough to keep myself within the moment. “Come here, Garion,” I purr. My eyes settle on the bulge between his legs. “I'll taste you.”

  Garion blinks, and seems to shudder slightly. It intrigues me to know how handsome he is, though it's in a different way to Ash. So many ways of being handsome. “Take off your shirt,” I say to him, injecting some of my own personal command to the matter. Garion does as asked, revealing a hairless, smooth chest, with light pink nipples upon it. His abdomen is tight, hard. I suspect I could punch it, and end up breaking my wrist in the process. When he takes off his underwear, I'm left with his erection.

  His gaze flicks between me and Ash. Ash has stopped moving inside me for a moment, curious now. To see how I'll react? To see what he thinks of it? I don't know. But his hands are a little softer on my back and breasts, gliding lightly, instead of squeezing with force.

  I have to lower my head slightly to take Garion in my mouth. My mind flashes again to those books I've read. Of those detailed drawings of male genitalia, and then to that whore's account.

  The men seem to enjoy sex better if you include their balls in your activity. Whether you take them in your mouth, or have them in any of your other holes. It's a sensory organ, soft, vulnerable, yet makes it immensely pleasurable if you stroke them as well.

  I want to test out this little statement for myself. I'm a little unsure how to behave with him in my mouth. I figure not biting is essential. I grin at the thought, before tracing his length with my tongue. Testing him out. Tasting him. I then remove my mouth from him, and say, “I'll be honest. You'll have to tell me what works and what doesn't. I'm new to this.”

  Garion gulps, and nods. “Y-yes, princess.”

  I glance back to see Ash's eyes wide. His expression is unfathomable, showing nothing of his true feelings. But he's not stopping me from doing this. I wrap my mouth around Garion's length again, and let him guide me into working over him better. Knowing when to suck. To move back and forth. To lick. Reaching my hand out to touch his delicate balls, careful to stroke them, to see how he reacts to the stimulation. When he begins to groan, Ash starts thrusting himself in me again, as if spurred on by Garion's reaction.

  It's such an invigorating, powerful thought to visualize what's happening. Not just having it happen. But seeing it in my mind's eye, seeing it when I stare up at Garion, feel my breasts shake from the force of the thrusts, and feel the stirrings of an orgasm within. I have to be careful not to hurt Garion. He acted worried at first, but seeing the effort I'm taking to make sure he doesn't come to harm, he soon relaxes, and loosens the grip on my long red hair. I deftly stroke his balls until he lets out a whimper, and something hot spurts into my mouth. I almost flinch back in surprise, because I wasn't expecting that to happen so soon. I also somehow missed the signal. There's supposed to be a way of telling, but...

  My mind soon forgets what it's trying to think as Ash speeds up in me. Garion extracts himself gently from me, letting out soft huffs of breath, his face pink with the rush of his blood. Seeing his erection transform after he came is also fascinating. All the power in that little organ deflates – but it doesn't shrink much. I swallow the fluid in my mouth. It's tasteless, so it doesn't bother me. Better than the accounts I read where it could have a bitter flavor.

  Ash lets out a grunt of exertion as he pounds into me, and changes the angle, enough so that I feel it triggering that sweet spot. My eyes bulge open from the pleasure, before they close, and I gasp and moan. My hands dig hard into the sheets, and Garion helps support my shoulders, so Ash doesn't fuck me off the bed.

  Because of him bracing me, it makes the thrusts Ash does that much more powerful. I can barely control my voice, my thoughts, anything as the orgasm roars through me. It's huge. Bigger than anything I've been able to conjure by just my hands alone. It's a tidal wave, crashing into every limb in my body, and I let out a sigh. My throat's so tight, my thighs are shaking, and my arms suddenly feel weak, unable to support the weight of my upper body.

  A moment later, Ash comes as well, and it's like an arrow shooting off inside me – one made of liquid, instead of wood and iron.

  It's hot and heavy inside me, and I'm still drifting, still drunk from my lust, from the darkness welling up in my throat. I had to let go of everything to enjoy that. My doubts, my fears, my disgust.

  And it felt absolutely amazing. I'm still rather dazed from it, when Ash moves away from me. I hear him zipping himself up, and that prompts me to stop kneeling with my ass in the air, and sit down as well. Crossing my legs demurely. The lust is wearing off, and a little shame seeps in.

  Ash completely avoids looking at me, his eyes fixed at some point upon the ground. Garion does up his pants as well.

  “Ash,” he says, “what's wrong?”

  The prince shakes his head. He doesn't want to speak. He acts like he wants to escape.

  Garion sighs, before giving me an apologetic glance. “Look, Ash. I know what you were trying to do. You can't just fuck the princess into hating you so the marriage is called off, even though you know there's no other way to do it.”

  Ash doesn't say anything to this for a moment. Garion prompts him again. “I don't care anymore,” Ash says, his voice sibilant. “I did what he wanted. But now I've taken this human, this human who doesn't want me to be with her. Unless I show him she's unhappy... he will expect me to stay with her.”

  My eyebrows shoot up. Before I add anything to the conversation, Ash storms out of the room. Keeping his heart locked. Wearing the shame on his cheeks. Garion fiddles with his fingers in an awkward manner. “I'm sorry about that. He thinks he's cheating on me like this. And he's a little hateful of himself because he has to fuck over some princess for his family's ambition. A princess he can't love.”

  He leaves me as well, and I'm left there on the bed. Puzzled. Unsure of how to act. Unsure if I should feel devastated. I do feel shame, however.

  Chapter Four

  Although I live in the same quarters as Ash, he tries to avoid me as much as possible. The goblins hold up some delightful conversation, and prove to be quick witted, and certainly not shy to give you their opinion, when asked. I have a soft spot for Meldin and Gon. I even met their daughter, who they call Amadin. She's a shy, cute little thing, and still learning how to do her chores properly. I think it sad at first, to see her being indicted so early into the servant life, but she's only too happy to help out her parents, and join the other goblins in their work.

  I've had to meet Ash's parents. I understood enough that I needed to give the impression that everything was okay. They also seemed particularly interested to know if Ash was, well, performing in the bedroom. They didn't so much as voice it that blatantly, but they did want the rumors of their son perhaps not being a true
son quelled. I had to stand side by side with Ash, who smiled at his parents, though his eyes didn't convey any warmth. He didn't want to be a part of this. And he still couldn't look at me without the same mix of loathing and guilt in his expression.

  The dragon catacombs are an impressive place, admittedly. They've essentially carved themselves a massive underground city, with plenty of air holes for ventilation. They've hewn rough buildings into the rocks and tunnels, and carved delicate, glimmering statues which adorn the walkways. Some buildings are only accessible by wooden bridges, the others with stairwells. It's proportionally sized for their human forms, which I guess makes sense, because fitting thousands of dragons into their kingdom would be a stretch, given the size of each dragon. His parents remind me of mine. Perfectly regal, wearing expensive silken clothes and hats. They possess the same gray hair and eyes he does, showing that it's a genetic trait handed down.

  After that little show off tour, I wandered the city for a bit, went into some of the shops and bought some of the strange foods the dragons like to eat. I explored the underground parks and gardens they'd created, escorted by goblins the whole while since Ash had other business to attend to.

  When I'm back in Ash's chambers, I rarely seem to find chances to see him. Garion comes over to visit as well, mostly for Ash, though he also seems to enjoy talking to me. He's friendly. Charming. Everything I could want in a nobleman, which he claims to be. There's more tension between Garion and Ash than what I suspect previously existed.

  I suspect it's because of me. Or it could be there was tension in their relationship for a while.

  Several times, I've seen Ash and Garion push for sex with each other. When they try with each other, it's relatively soft, and Ash seems to be the “dominant” one in their interactions.

  When they try with me – it turns wilder. Darker. Like we're all spilling the bad feelings out on one another.

  I don't know what to think of it at first. I notice that Ash and Garion seem to choose to initiate with me. They choose to order me around, make sure I'm reduced to that whore state that I secretly crave. But each time Ash seems to commit himself to this, he wears that heavy guilt afterwards, like he thinks he shouldn't be doing anything at all.

  Getting him to stay still long enough so I can talk to him alone is a nightmare, though. I don't doubt Garion's kindness. I think he and I can develop an easy affection for one another. He turns me on with his body, and I like to think I turn him on, too. Though I'm not entirely sure how it works. I got the impression gay people didn't find themselves so simply turned on by the opposite gender. But... their equipment works fine. More than fine. Over the weeks, our sexual activities have been... intense.

  It gets to the point that anything they can think of, they'll do to me. They grope my breasts, spread my legs and crawl between them. They've bit into my flesh, they've spanked me and growled words that turn me on further.

  Ash even brought rope one session, and tied my wrists to the bedpost. He and Garion took turns in rough sex with me like that, and I think I must have orgasmed at least three times during that incident. My memory got a little hazy near the end.

  We seem to enjoy the sex. And they've gone more often from just having sex with one another, to having threesomes with me, on a more regular basis.

  And each time we finish, Ash blanks me out, and acts like nothing happened. It's confusing, but I start to think that Garion's right. Someone like Ash would never consider giving his heart to someone like me. Simply because he will never see me as a person who can fit with him. He sees me as someone he took away from her country, someone who can't possibly like what's happening to her – even though I've shown him, time and time again, that I do.

  I think about my home sometimes, especially when Ash ignores me, even when he's in the same room. But mostly, I don't miss my parents, or the other princesses I talked to when they came to visit Provosia. Dragons are fascinating, though I'd like to see more than just the city and Ash's room. I want to at some point start exploring the mountains, the swamps, the forests. And I really need to do something about securing that wing enchantment.

  When I wake up one morning, with a shaft of sunlight beaming onto my face, my eyes adjust to see that Ash is watching me, his arms folded, his purple eyes dark in lust.

  I blink. Wait. Ash's eyes. Lusting. And Garion isn't around?

  I have on a nightgown, but my breasts and the nipples can be seen through the flimsy white fabric. I sit up in bed, and Ash, for once, doesn't run away into another room, or make some excuse.

  “What's wrong?” I say.

  “Everything,” he whispers back. “Everything is wrong. And I don't understand why.”

  “What...” I yawn, covering my mouth, before I stretch languorously, “don't you understand?”

  Ash taps his foot upon the stone floor. “I don't understand why you don't hate me. Why you continue to let me and Garion use you in such a depraved way. Or why... why I keep... wanting to do these things to you. I...” something seems to stick in his throat.

  I think I understand what he's struggling to say. “I know you love Garion.”

  The gray haired shifter lets out one of those irritating, heart wrenching sighs. The ones you expect lovesick princesses to make.

  Suppressing my irritation, I give him a smile. “He's the one who approved of this idea to you in the first place, Ash. I don't think he minds.”

  “He does. He minds. I argue with him about it. It's... breaking us. It doesn't matter how good the sex is. If...” He shakes his head. “Never mind. You wouldn't understand.”

  “Oh?” The irritation turns into anger at his dismissal. “I understand this, Ash. You avoid me like I have some incurable disease – except when it suits you. You continue to argue with Garion about this – even though he's told you a hundred times that he's fine with it. Perhaps you need to consider that it's not causing you and Garion to break apart. It's you who is causing you and Garion to break apart. All because of your silly guilt. Your shame in doing something you didn't want to do. Your guilt for what you do to me. By the way, I like what you do. And don't make me repeat that a thousand times.”

  “I'm not ashamed,” Ash says quietly. “I just think... I thought I loved Garion. But... I seem to be... developing some feelings for you as well.”

  Oh. What? The second speech I was preparing to yell at him now withers and dies on the tip of my tongue.

  Did Ash just say he was developing feelings for me? Ash, the one who avoided me as much as possible, and always found excuses to not look at me?

  What the fuck.

  I stare at him like he's completely insane, as he continues to try and explain his insanity. I don't think anyone can in their right mind possibly think that they were conveying affection. The fuck.

  “I was... ashamed,” he says. “Ashamed that I liked it, and liked you, and felt like I was betraying Garion somehow. I think a part of me hoped that if I just avoided you and whatever, you'd never realize what was going on in my head.”

  “Well, congratulations,” I say. “It worked. And you're an idiot.” Gods, I'm so angry right now. I could punch him in his stupid face. He deserves it for sure. But why is he telling me now?

  “See, I knew I'd get this reaction.”

  “What do you expect? I'm obviously not going to be happy about it. Though why are you telling me now? What's changed in your world?”

  He stares at me for a moment, before he says, “I'm just tired. Tired of arguing with Garion. This was supposed to help us. Tired of being awful to you. So I just want you to know that you can leave at any time. I know it'll piss off my parents, but it's just not worth it anymore.”

  Gods. He's even more of an idiot than I previously suspected. Not only does it appear to look like he basically ignored me when I said I liked it, but he's now going into this narrative of noble self sacrifice. Like he's prepare to take the hit of his family, just so I and Garion will be better off.

  I can't contr
ol it anymore. I fumble out of bed, walk to him, and then give him the biggest slap of his life. I hope his head is ringing from that. Ash blinks and stares at me in utter surprise and hurt.

  “You're an idiot,” I say. “And if you haven't figured out that I like it by now, then maybe you never will. I'm going to go over to Garion's cave now. And you can take your time figuring out how you want things to go.”

  Ash stands there, wearing that same look of confusion I had felt earlier. I'm still in my nightgown, but I get Meldin and Gon to show me over to Garion's cave. Ash doesn't follow, likely still trying to figure out why I slapped him, because he's as thick as mud.

  When I enter Garion's cave about ten minutes later, the golden haired man is busy eating breakfast, whilst his two goblin servants chatter and bustle about, cleaning the kitchen work surface. The second they see me entering, the goblins hasten into giving me food as well from a pot. It's not a kind of breakfast I'm used to eating – some sort of pasta concoction in a dark yellow broth, but I accept it anyway.