by Meg Xuemei X
“Get rid of them, Prince,” I purred, “and I’ll do more when you return.”
Chapter 17
PRINCE SETH
She purred in my ear. Her hips thrust up to meet mine and her sex rubbed against my cock. That was the first time she’d taken the initiative. Her sexual advance turned me on like no other.
My hardness was going to explode if I didn’t tear off her panties in the next second. I could just pull the bottom line of her panties aside and push my shaft into her rosy flesh.
She wouldn’t fight me on the high shelf, with the king’s mistress and her angels roaming underneath.
Should I take advantage of the situation?
That didn’t seem like me.
But this lust was killing me. I’d been sentenced to millennia of celibacy, and now with the floodgate unlatched, how could I stop its brutal force, especially when I had the subject of my lust writhing under me, wanting my cock inside the narrow channel of her heat?
The princess withdrew her hips. Before I grabbed them to pull them back, she whispered in my ear, “Get rid of them, Prince, and I’ll do more when you return.”
Now that I saw the intruders posed more of an inconvenience than a means for me to make the princess cooperate, I needed to throw them out. If I got to fuck her here, we’d make a lot of noise.
I might even roar if I came, and she might scream my name in waves of pleasure.
“Fine,” I whispered. “Let me have one more taste before I go run your errand.”
She looked at me incredulously, as if she couldn’t believe I would keep demanding something from her. Fury and lust burned brightly in her at once, and I had to grit my teeth to restrain myself from taking her now, no matter the cost. No matter the circumstances.
“What taste?” she hissed. If she could speak loudly, she’d snarl at me.
“A touch,” I said.
She looked resigned. “Get on with it.”
With her permission, I inserted my hand through her clothes and cupped her left breast. It was soft, firm, and bountiful. I squeezed it and kneaded her tit.
“You had the touch,” she said. “Now go.”
“Not done yet,” I said. My hand moved down, slid under her pants, and palmed her pussy.
She inhaled sharply, her eyes brightening to liquid fire.
I’d noticed before: whenever she was emotionally charged, her eyes lit like that. In lust, the amber fire in her turned bright. When she was mad, the amber turned dark.
Her plump flesh shivered under my caress, just as I’d fantasized.
“You said one touch,” she whispered weakly.
I stroked her lovely, moistened folds. Before I could slide a finger between them to feel its warmth, tightness, and silkiness, her hand had grabbed my wrist.
“Come back for more,” she mouthed.
“That’s a promise, eroma.” Eroma meant sweetheart in an ancient angelic language. I doubted she knew that, but I grinned and lifted off her.
“Please put me down on the ground first,” she whispered.
“You’ll be fine where you are,” I said. She would seek an opening to get away from me, and I wouldn’t allow that to happen. I had the lamb, and I wasn’t going to give it up. “It won’t take long for me to get rid of the pests, and I’ll be back before you know it.” After brushing my lips over hers briefly, I spread my wings and dropped off the bookshelf.
Half way on my descent, a weight landed on my back.
Rose had jumped.
Her aim was good. Her hands clasped around my neck, her body clinging to my back between my wings. Fortunately, I was still cloaked.
“Ground,” she whispered viciously.
This female found every opportunity to defy me.
Now that the intruders had heard the noise, I had no choice but to let the girl have her way for the moment. I would come back for her and pick up where we left off as soon as I tossed out Victoria and her hoodlums.
I put Rose down behind a large desk near the end of my library and gestured for her to lay low before I took flight toward the unwelcome.
Victoria’s angels had also leapt into the air, eyes darting around to seek the source of noise they’d heard.
Without Rose, no one could hold back my anger.
So punishment was in order!
Victoria looked astounded at my sudden appearance. Her guards fretted.
I struck before they had the chance to finish greeting me, “Your High—”
Both guards flew backwards and collapsed against the side wall after I hit them.
An example must be made.
I would have killed the offenders instead of just breaking their wings and bones if Rose weren’t here.
“Your Highness,” Victoria said, not sparing a glance at her subordinates. She focused on me, flashing a smile she must have considered alluring.
Now that the rumor had spread that I was hunting for a bedmate, she might think I would eventually go for her. Ranked as one of the most gorgeous, sexy angels, she believed that every male lusted after her.
I loathed her.
“I apologize that we didn’t recognize Your Highness earlier.” Her purr was nothing like Rose’s. The princess’s purr stoked my lust to blazing wildfire, but the general’s was like dirty ice, good at setting my teeth on edge.
“Why are you here?” I demanded, rage in my eyes.
Victoria remained unfazed. She wasn’t afraid of my chastising. The pervert would climax from that, and I wouldn’t give her any pleasure. When I decided to inflict pain upon her, it would be the death of her.
“There was an infringement in the vault building,” she said. “You must have heard, High Prince. The king ordered me to find the transgressors. He wanted every corner to be checked.”
“There’re no transgressors,” I said through clenched teeth. “I’ve checked the vault and told the archangel to inform the king that it was a tech glitch. I’ve fixed it. The vault isn’t even his responsibility; it’s mine. You and he are using that as an excuse to violate my privacy.”
“I’m just doing the king’s bidding.” She shrugged, fixing her gaze on my mouth. If the bitch thought I was going to kiss her, she was completely out of her mind. “High Prince, were your lips bleeding?” she said playfully, despite my enraged look, which actually turned her on. “A wild kitty scratched you, or was it a kiss bite?”
I’d forgotten to wipe the dried blood off my lips. The princess had left a mark on me.
I licked my lips.
Suspicion and desire wheeled in the eyes of the king’s whore. She might have thought I’d finally gotten laid and it had been rough sex. When she left here she would investigate which female angel I’d bedded.
“Get the fuck out,” I ordered.
“Not until I finish searching the library,” she said as her dashing smile dropped.
“Are you defying me?” I drew a dagger. “One step further, you’re dead.”
Her face paled; her eyes hardened. “The king has an order—”
“I don’t give a fuck about his order,” I said. “As for you, I won’t wound you. I’ll end you when I strike. Disappear before I change my mind.”
“Very well, High Prince,” she said sourly and turned toward the door. Her angels struggled up and staggered after her, their wings dragging behind them. None of them dared look back at me.
I was anxious to go back to Rose, but I stood still for a full minute to compose myself and let the killing light fade from my eyes before I went to her. I didn’t want her to see my rough, cruel side.
When I believed that I was mellow enough, I turned and strode to where I had left her. My mood switched back to gaiety at the prospect of fucking her this time. I would take it slow and savor it as long as I could, despite my ravaged lust.
Rose wasn’t behind or under the desk.
I traced her. Her last scent lingered at the side exit.
The princess had evaded me again.
Infuriated,
I slammed my fist into a bookshelf. It toppled over and crashed onto another shelf. Books rained down.
My cock was still a hard rod inside my trousers.
And no amount of icy showers tonight could help get it down.
Chapter 18
PRINCE SETH
I grew weary of the princess.
She had lied, manipulated, and cheated her way out. She had mercilessly left me hanging.
Yet I still needed to keep her alive.
Agro and Victoria were on full alert ever since the excitement from the vault incident and also because the Dragonian rebels had started to become more than an annoyance.
I’d conducted my own secret investigation.
The Dragonian head engineer had shaken with fear when I’d dragged him to my library and showed him the secret door. I had him and his most trusted crew fix it and change the bio signature of my library, and then I modified the code myself.
Those Dragonian engineers coughed up some more secrets, but denied any affiliation to the rebels. I let them go and told them that they’d better not tell anyone else what they’d told me, not if they wanted their heads stay on their necks.
I had to protect the princess from all sorts of adversaries, including herself.
I assigned Ephraim, my oldest friend, to guard her when I wasn’t around. Ephraim had seen how I’d lost my head over the Mysthian princess in the arena. I’d knocked him out with my lightning, hoping to prevent him discovering the relations between the fey female and me.
Ephraim hadn’t asked about Rose afterwards.
With him watching over her, I could feel more at ease.
The next few days were normal and calm.
The princess was courteous to me in public and pretended that nothing had ever happened between us, even when we were alone. I, on the other hand, constantly goaded her and reminded her that there was something between us. Mostly she ignored me or occasionally flashed me a syrupy smile.
I’d learned that when she smiled sweetly, it was never a good thing for the receiver.
That kind of smile promised retribution, or something nastier.
But I wouldn’t let her deny the attraction between us. I wouldn’t let her act as if she didn’t want me.
My lord father had ordered me to tap her, expecting me to harvest her magic if and when it popped out. As head of the princess’s security, it was logical for me to be around her at all times, but I still needed to be extra careful when I went to observe her bathing or sleeping.
Victoria and her cronies were watching the princess like vultures.
The good thing was that my brother was tied up with the princess’s courtiers. He was so busy fucking as many females as he could every night that he seldom came to bother the princess. If he’d come to molest her, like he’d done in the arena—putting his lips on her neck—I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I wouldn’t just watch him touch her. I didn’t know what I would do to him, and I didn’t want to find out.
He gave her a break because he believed that he would soon have her.
The second time when I came for her bath, I didn’t bother to cloak myself.
The princess didn’t demand I leave, even though she was still pissed at me.
She enjoyed driving me mad. She loved more than anything to see me burning with lust yet unable to get off. Every time with her was a trial for my self-control.
Unsurprisingly, she had laid out a few ground rules for my watching sessions: I wouldn’t touch her without permission; I wouldn’t cross the line of seven feet between us; and I wouldn’t disrespect her. Blah, blah, blah.
My mouth watered as I saw her nipples tightening under my gaze. I didn’t cross the line despite her seductive eyes beckoning me forward to take her breast into my mouth, despite her opening her legs wider toward me. Despite that my lust raged in my veins.
She knew I would keep my word. I would not violate her. So she added all sorts of wickedness to the temptation with this game of “look but no touch.”
One day she would realize that flirting with fire was the same as inviting disaster.
Her swollen clitoris shivered with want. She twirled her fingers around it in slow circles. She had the most beautiful pussy I’d ever seen. Her luscious scent of arousal hit me wave after wave.
I held my ground with sheer force of will. My only hope lay in her caving in first.
So when she commanded, “I want you to touch yourself,” I was more than happy to oblige.
I stripped myself in seconds. My cock sprang free.
“Turn around,” she bossed me around.
I obeyed, generously and happily offering her a view.
When I turned back and faced her, her gaze settled on my large erection.
She licked her lips.
“Like what you see?” I asked.
“Touch yourself,” she ordered. “Now.”
“Your command, my wish.” I grinned and wrapped my hand around the middle of my length. “Which way you want me to go first, Your Highness?”
She sent me an annoyed look, yet lust was thick in her whiskey-colored eyes.
“Do what you usually do,” she said.
“I usually don’t need to pleasure myself,” I said. “I never lacked for female company.”
“You are now lacking,” she said, her patience seemingly running thin.
I didn’t want to irritate her further and spoil the mood, and the pressure in my cock demanded attention. I moved my fist up to my crown and squeezed it hard, then moved down toward the base. I took time to enjoy the act before I picked up the rhythm, my eyes never leaving her.
She swallowed and held my gaze. Then she inserted a finger into her sheath.
I blew out a breath. “Say the word, Rose,” I used my most enticing voice. “I’ll be more than happy to replace your little finger with my cock. I’ll give you the pleasure of the best era.”
A moan escaped her parted lips; her gaze returned to my cock as I stroked it. She was genuinely fascinated, which made my blood race faster and hotter.
I wondered how many cocks she had seen, and I growled at the likelihood that she’d tried many. As the most beautiful fey female on Earth, she could have any male she desired.
I shook off the unpleasant picture. I would have her soon. I would erase all the males she’d been with and replace her memories of them with those of me when I fucked her.
“Would you like to touch it?” I enticed her again. “My cock likes your hands better.”
I removed my rough hand from my shaft, which jerked toward her in invitation, desperately needing her to cool its fire.
“I said ‘watch but no touch’,” she said.
The stupid ‘no touch’ etiquette was sending me to burning hell.
“My cock remembers your touch,” I said. “It remembers how soft and warm your hand was when you pumped up and down its length.”
“Keep dreaming,” she said lazily.
The sight of her sex—so enticing, gorgeous, and wanton in front of me—stroked my lust to the ninth heaven. I wanted to taste it now.
“I dream more. Let me touch you.”
“Did you always talk this much?” she asked.
My fist moved along my shaft as I imagined that the fist was hers.
But it wasn’t. My calloused hand couldn’t release the throbbing pressure in my cock. It only became unbearable.
Her lips parted; her breath rasped. Her eyes burned bright amber, yet she refused to sate me and herself.
I vowed that when the day came that I could finally have her, I’d thrust my dick into her moist heat so hard she would cry. I wouldn’t hold back then, for all the torture she’d imposed on me.
The longer this torment lasted, the sweeter the revenge would be for me.
“You’re playing with fire, female!” I grated. “One day the flame will burn everything in its path, and then there’ll be nothing left.”
“So you say.”
Lust was thick as rain in
her as it was in me. I gazed at her like a hungry beast. My hand ran over my length faster and faster. She looked enthralled.
She liked my cock, despite that she’d said it was merely acceptable. All females loved to have a large cock to fill them completely.
“I have great stamina,” I bragged. “When I fuck you, I’ll go on and on for the whole night. I won’t stop. I won’t take a break. You won’t ask me to stop. You’ll beg me to keep at it until you come again and again. Until your juice milks my cock like the summer rainstorm.”
“You keep wishing for that, High Prince. Good for your health,” she said, sending a quick glance at my lust-ridden face, then back to my cock. She rapidly stroked her swollen clitoris.
“I can help you with that, eroma,” I said. “I can suckle it nicely to release the ache.”
She shook her head, her eyes rolling back and going wild as pleasure built up in her body. I growled.
I wanted to see her come, yet I was afraid for it if she came without me, because I knew how tormenting it would be for me that I couldn’t come until I had my cock inside her.
“I can use my tongue to make you come hard,” I coaxed. “I won’t fuck you with my dick, so our deal still stands.”
She groaned louder and threw her head back, her face flushing a beautiful, erotic pink. “Oh, Seth,” she whispered breathlessly amid her moans.
Lust erupted in me like a solar storm.
“Say the word, Rose,” I begged. “Say the word. I’ll do anything.”
She offered me a wanton look and inserted three fingers into her rosy flesh.
When she pulled out her fingers with another lusty moan, I saw her sweet cream on them.
Honeysuckle.
It smelled better than anything I’d smelled before.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going mad.
“Why torture me, Rose?” I asked, warning myself not to lose temper. “Why do you torment us both? You want me!”
She looked at me, conflict warring in her eyes. She was stubborn, but her defenses were weakening.
“Let me pleasure you, Rose,” I said gently. “Let me please you and let’s both be happy.”
