Unnatural Instinct: Wish

The castle is bright with light now and you can hear the distant sound of music. There’s laughter and song. He walks out of the marshes like it means nothing, as though you weigh nothing in his arms, and through the large open doors. The music and voices are coming from somewhere within but it’s not from the magical mirrors.

The hall is empty.

‘You’re angry,’ you say, your teeth chattering against the chill. Your fingers have turned numb.

He doesn’t respond, taking you straight through the bedroom and into the huge bathroom beyond. Without removing his shoes or his clothes, he walks directly into the spa. You bite back a groan at the wonderful warmth. Quickly, it leaches the chill from your body. You hadn’t realised how shaken you were. The trembling in your body stops; your teeth cease their chattering.

As you lie limp in his arms, he helps to take off your clothes, his fingers nimble even around your slippery, wet buttons. You watch him, wanting to meet his eyes, to know what he’s thinking, but he does not look back, his white hair shielding his face.

At the smack of footsteps on wet floor, you whip your head around.

You’re not alone.

It’s one of his masked guests. This one’s a man and he’s wearing a black mask in the shape of a wolf, except it has floppy ears and the fangs of a snake. With a gasp, you press yourself up against the Dark Prince’s chest, concealing your breasts. The Dark Prince doesn’t seem to care nor notice as he hands over your muddy clothes and accepts a bar of soap from the masked figure. The man leaves.

‘I’m not angry, just disappointed,’ the Dark Prince finally speaks.

‘Why?’ Though you know the answer.

‘Because you left me.’

‘I-I had no choice.’

‘There’s always a choice.’

You stare at him as he busily washes away the filth of the marshes from your skin, his lips thin, his eyes narrowed. He smoothes the bar of soap almost lovingly over your breasts.

‘But I’ll give you another chance.’ He looks into your eyes. ‘Do as I say. Let me keep you. And I’ll give you everything.’

‘O-okay.’

He eases you to your feet. Taking your hand, he helps you out of the water. He stops to brush the wet hair back from your shoulders, his fingers lingering over your skin, making you tingle.

He drops to his knees. He doesn’t seem to care that the floor is wet and is soaking through the knees of his tight pants. Taking your hips, he presses his face into your abdomen with a sigh. Then he starts to kiss you there. On your belly button. On your hips. Then he lowers his mouth. You clutch onto his glorious head as he licks you down there. He pushes open your thighs as he kisses you more deeply, his tongue lashing along your slit before penetrating deep enough that you feel a shot of pleasure race up your spine.

It’s a remarkable experience. None of your previous boyfriends have ever gone down on you before. Tightening his grip on your thighs, he thrusts his tongue in more deeply. You arch your neck with a groan. Then he’s lapping you. You spread your legs and lean more heavily against him as your knees buckle.

Again and again he licks you until you can feel the pleasure move from your slit and into your hips, where it pools hotly. You’re quivering. Your heart is skipping beats. The muscles tighten in your thighs. The pleasure of his tongue has turned almost painful.

He pulls away. You take several deep gulping breaths. Your body is throbbing and the throbbing ache deep in your vagina is almost too much to bear.

You look down at him, questioning him with your eyes. ‘Why … why …?’

He stands and takes your hand. All you can do is follow as he pulls you into the bedroom. Standing by the bed, he strips off his soaked clothes. They hit the floor with several wet smacks. The “guest” with the wolf mask comes in to clean up. A second man with horns sticking out of his mask, the same man who danced with you previously, leaves behind towels. You turn away before they can see your body.

You make sure the door clicks closed behind them before you lower your arms from your chest. ‘Who are they?’

‘Never mind.’

He hands you over a towel and you both dry off. Then he sits on the edge of the bed, his long blonde hair a tangle down his broad shoulders. He’s gripping his knees, his thighs spread wide, revealing his throbbing erection.

You fall to your knees, your mouth watering. You’ve never experienced this kind of urge before—the thought has always grossed you out—but not with the Dark Prince.

You shuffle in between his outspread thighs. He grips his knees, the veins bulging in the backs of his powerful hands as he waits.

Gently, you take hold of his shaft, your heart thudding at the new experience, at the new sensations. You can’t believe you’re doing this. Opening your mouth, you slide your lips around him. He’s so smooth and velvety and entirely tasteless. It feels good. It feels good against your lips, against your tongue.

Back and forth, you move your mouth, your tongue lashing his circumference. He sucks in a breath as the veins bulge bigger in his hands. The hard muscles in his abdomen tighten even more. You can feel him hardening, engorging to the point where you can barely encompass him. Something salty hits the back of your throat.

‘That’s enough,’ he gasps.

His cock is so swollen, so red as you pull your mouth away. He seems to be struggling to catch his breath. He looks a little wild, a little out of control. His damp hair is like a mane. All the muscles in his neck and shoulders are bunched tight. He looks more human than he ever has before.

Lifting you up under the arms, he pulls you into his lap. You crawl on top of him, your knees on either sides of his hips as you straddle him, his erection pressing up against your belly. His eyes flash as he takes your breasts, squeezing them a little too roughly in his big hands. Leaning over, he sucks in your left nipple. His shaft throbs.

It’s sticky with cum and saliva, leaving behind a streak of hot wetness behind. Your heart is hammering as you seize onto it. It throbs in your hand. He squirts a little more, beading your belly. You touch it and spread it over your skin, enjoying the feel of it. Enjoying the feeling of him being on you.

Raising your hips, you press the head of his penis against your aching opening with a moan. Slowly, you slide your way over it. Inch by slow, wonderful inch.