Unnatural Instinct: Wish

After several minutes of lying together, enjoying the feel of each other, of him gently stroking your back and breathing against your ear, you raise your eyes to his. His eyelids are sitting low over his stunning irises, his lashes thick and heavy with languid satisfaction.

‘What now?’ you whisper.

‘Now … it’s up to you.’

‘Up to me?’

‘My world is your world. My home is your home. I am the king of my castle and you are my queen—if you want it.’

You stare at him in disbelief. He can’t be serious!

‘I only ask you one thing,’ he says.

‘What?’

‘Make me happy.’

‘That’s it?’

He nods.

‘I’ll-I’ll do my best.’

Taking your hand, he intertwines your fingers with his. ‘Good.’ He kisses your knuckles.

‘Am I making you happy now?’

‘Very much.’

Smiling, you tuck your head under his chin. He’s stroking your shoulder. You can feel his heart beating—and it’s beating fast. He smoothes his hand down to your hip, then reaches across your front. You spread your thighs a little, allowing him to stroke you down below.

‘That feels good.’

He kisses your cheek. You tilt your head back as he kisses your mouth.

You make love again. This time he’s stretched out on top of you, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, heart to heart. He’s a gentle kisser. He’s gentle down below too as he slides into you. You’re so slippery now that you hardly feel any pressure.

You feel the pleasure, though. You feel it all too quickly. It surprises you. It’s unusual. Is it because you’ve been alone for so long? Or has it something to do with him? Maybe there’s power in the way he makes love, as with everything else?

‘Oh, oh, oh.’

The Dark Prince kisses your throat as you arch your neck. Your Dark Prince—you still can’t believe it. He slides into you, then slides out, the very tip of his shaft sitting at your lips before plunging in again. You cry out. He’s deeper than you expected, as though you’re opening up further and further to him.

He kisses across your chest as he continues to thrust, then sucks your left nipple into his mouth. Reaching around his broad, hard back, you grab onto his muscular backside. Finished with your breast, he drags his tongue up your sternum before sucking at the nape of your neck.

He’s plunging faster now. So fast you find it difficult to keep up. Though it feels good. So good.

‘Harder,’ you gasp as you wrap your arms around his waist and thrust up against him.

He complies. He’s panting in your ear as he grips your hands and pins them into the pillow. Raising his face towards the ceiling, he arches his body against yours, plunging ever more deeply. He shudders and gasps. His eyes roll in his head. Then he slumps against you.

You’re breathing together, hot and sweaty, his shaft still emitting little pulses that make you burn all over. Wrapping your arms around his broad back, you kiss him on the cheek. He moves his lips to yours. You moan. You’ve missed this. You’ve missed this so much.

He nuzzles your cheek, breathing your name. He squeezes your hands and you squeeze back. You gasp as he pushes his erection inside you more deeply.

‘I like being inside you,’ he whispers.

You groan as he rotates his hips. The he begins to draw away, his shaft bobbing its head as it pulls out of you. You stare at him. God, he’s handsome. Otherworldly handsome. Even more so now after he’s made love to you. His eyes are bright and his skin seems to shine against the light of the chandeliers.

He’s smiling as he rakes his twinkling eyes over your body. Then he slides from the bed. You watch him, appreciating his elegant strength, his power. He’s like a seal gliding through water.

He holds out his hand. ‘Come. Come and explore your new home with me.’

Your heart is racing as you take it. He helps you to your feet. You stagger a little, feeling wobbly. You clasp your knees together, feeling his semen trickling down your leg. It patters to the floor.

‘Perhaps we should wash first.’ He’s just as sticky, his cock gleaming wetly with your fluids. His erection is almost gone now but he’s so well-hung that it seems just as huge.

Hand in hand, you both walk across the room towards a door you haven’t seen before.

‘Wow,’ you say as you step through it.

It’s a bathroom—but it’s huge! In the middle of the floor is a spa the size of a pool. It’s already bubbling away. Steam coils from the surface. Around it are sun lounges and beach chairs, each with its own towel and bar of soap. There’s even music gently playing. Moonlight pours in through the floor-to-ceiling windows that look out onto the mountains.

He draws you towards the spa, his long hair swaying against his back, his penis swinging between his legs. He steps into the water and you follow. You groan as you submerge to the waist. The water makes your skin tingle strangely and there’s a flowery scent to the steam that turns your head fuzzy.

He pulls you in deeper until the water is up to your chest. You’re floating in his arms now, your chest pushed up against his as he pulls you along, his long blonde hair drifting upon the surface. Water beads his thick neck. His perfect lips beg you to kiss them. So you do.

You drift with him as he pulls you to the other side of the spa, close to the windows. He settles at the edge, the moonlight gleaming against his hair, turning it white.

‘I can’t believe this is happening,’ you say

You nestle against him as he holds you in his arms, your chin on his shoulder.

‘I have so many questions,’ you say.

‘I’m sure you do.’ You enjoy how his voice rumbles deep in his chest.

‘Is this really real?’

‘You’ve asked me that already. Yes, it’s real. There’s so much more to the universe than the little reality you’ve made for yourself.’

‘Are dreams real, then?’

‘I am not a dream. I am very real. This world is just as real. Our two realities have come together, that’s all.’

‘My sprained ankle. I had a sprained ankle here and it hurt when I woke.’

‘What happens to you here can affect your reality also.’

‘So, in theory, I could die here?’ The thought is horrifying.

‘In theory. But I would never let that happen.’

Your eyes dart between his in disbelief. You open your lips, then close them again.

‘Ask me,’ he says. ‘No question is stupid.’

‘Can I … Can I live here?’

He smiles. ‘Of course.’

‘Permanently. Like, I don’t have to go back?’

He takes your hand. Raising it to his smiling mouth, he kisses your knuckles in that sexy way. His eyes are twinkling beneath his perfect eyebrows. ‘That is my hope.’

No more concern. No more fear. No need to worry about food, money or shelter. Never again! Something heavy seems to lift from your shoulders. Your breathing feels lighter. You feel almost weightless. Here. You could live out the rest of your life here.

With him.