I woke up to warmth and for a fleeting second,I thought maybe the palace had finally hired so kind of magical central heating, because the room had been freezing when princess Charlotte had left and I drifted off.
My eyelids twitched,too heavy to open, but my body..my body knew sothing was wrong.
That warmth wasn’t around . It was on .
Sothing pressed against my lap, right where it shouldn’t. Pressed and moving. A slow drag back and forth, the kind of motion that sent a dangerous tingle racing up my spine
I mumbled,half-asleep, shifting weakly. My mind tried to rationalize it away. A dream maybe. Just another humiliating dream where I was at the rcy of my cursed imagination. Except this wasn’t fading like a dream. The heat, the pressure,the friction...it was all too real.
And it felt..good,too good. My chest rose in a shaky breath as the sensation pulsed through , stronger with every roll of whatever was grinding down against . My body betrayed instantly,traitor! Blood gushed South as my trousers strained.
A dream. Please let it be a Dream.
Then my eyes snapped open alard.
Moonlight filtered through gauzy curtains, painting the chamber in sliver. The ceiling glittered with embedded crystals, soft light shimring across the polished walls. My vision dropped to the weight pinning down.
And then I saw her. Princess Charlotte. And she was Naked.
Her scarlet hair spilled around her shoulders like fire set loose. Her golden eyes were half-lidded, glowing with lewd satisfaction. She straddled my hips, her body gleaming in the pale light,her chains discarded carelessly on the floor. She ground herself against in slow,steady motions, moans spilling from her lips without sha, each one leader than the last.
My soul left my body.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" My voice cracked so loud it could have woken the entire palace. I thrashed under her,panic flooding every nerve.
Charlotte didn’t even flinch. She caught wrists easily, pressing them into the mattress with humiliating strength. My arms shook uselessly against her grip. She was stronger than ,way stronger. Maybe it was just the mont... or maybe she was always stronger.
"Shhh,little virgin," she whispered, her voice husky with delight. " Don’t fight.. this is all I want tonight."
Her hips rolled again, grinding against harder, dragging across the bulge she’d already forced from . My back arched without permission.
"Y-You can’t...stop...this is..’ my brain scrambled for words as I panted under her weight.
Charlotte moaned, louder this ti, head tilting back as her scarlet hair tumbled down her back. The sound sent a shiver straight through , equal parts terror and sothing worse... sothing that made my thighs clench helplessly.
"Don’t worry," she breathed, leaning closer,her lips brushing the edge of my ear. "I won’t take everything. Not yet,just this much. This much is enough for now."
Her words lted into another shaless moan as she pressed down harder on .
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the heat flooding through .
"Please..pleasee stop...I can’t.."
"Don’t pretend," she crooned, her voice a wicked purr. " I can feel you. You’re trembling for ." She ground down once more, and a humiliating sound tore from my throat. "Mmm. You’re mine already."
Tears of frustration pricked at my eyes. "I.. I’m not.."
And then, like the devil had been waiting for the perfect mont, Alma’s voice shrieked into my skull.
"OH..MY..GODDDD!"
My eyes bulged. "NOT NOW!" I scread inwardly
Alma cackled so hard I could feel static fizz in my brain. "Master, this is priceless! A princess is riding you like an alarm clock and you’re squeaking like a guinea pig. Your face..ahhh, I wish I could screenshot it!"
"HELP !"
"Help you? Why would I stop this? You’re stiff enough to use as a lance. This is cody gold."
Charlotte didn’t notice...or maybe she didn’t care that I was half-yelling at myself. Her moans grew ragged, desperate,louder as she lost herself in her own rhythm. Her nails dug into my chest through the thin fabric as she rocked harder, chasing her release with zero sha.
My own body reached it breaking point. My muscles clenched,my breathing short and frantic, my thoughts dissolving into panic. "Charlotte...I..I can’t.."
Her voice broke into a cry, sharp and lewd, filling the chamber with a sound that would haunt forever. Her whole body trembled above, her moans spilling until she collapsed forward, shuddering against my chest.
At the sa instant, the unbearable pressure inside snapped. Heat tore through , my back arching,a strangled gasp escaping my throat as humiliation and reluctant pleasure crashed together.
It was over seconds..too fast, too shaful,too real.
Charlotte sighed, rolling off with the grace of soone who’d claid a victory she never doubted. She sprawled across the sheets, one hand trailing lazily down her body as she giggled, touching herself again, dragging out the final sparks of her climax. She didn’t even look at .
Alma, however, materialized in shimring light at the end of the bed, bouncing like an excited child.
"WELL,WELL,WELL," she sang, clapping her hands together. "My Master just shared his first climax with a princess at dawn. Without even taking his pants off! Ohhh,if only your gar buddies could see you now."
"I...it wasn’t...I didn’t.." My voice broke into pathetic fragnts.
Alma wagged her finger. "Tsk tsk. No excuses. I felt it. You enjoyed it, Master. You can deny all you want, but your system logs don’t lie."
My face burned hotter than the sun. "There’s a log?!"
Charlotte moaned softly beside , still teasing herself lazily as she stretched out like a cat. "Mmm," She purred, eyes half-shut in smug delight. "Don’t worry, pet. That’s all I’ll take...tonight."
Alma squealed, rolling midair. "Listen to her! So casual! So filthy! She treats you like a midnight snack and you’re too weak to fight her off. I could die laughing."
I pressed my palms to my eyes, trembling. My body still.buzzed with unwanted aftershock, my dignity in tatters. I was terrified. Humiliated. And worse... I knew Alma would never let live this down.
The silence stretched for only a few heartbeats before the universe decided to mock further.
A roar split the night. Deep, guttural, ancient. The sound shook the palace walls, rattling the chandeliers, reverberating through my bones.
The white fire dragon had awakened.
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