Chapter 5

"How much what?" I asked. I wasn't unfamiliar with the concept of roleplaying in bed, but this was too sudden, too unprompted. Especially since he just entered my room as if it wasn't locked, to begin with.

"You're telling me you're standing out there, scouting for men, just… because you can?" His voice grew ever deeper, there was a dangerous tingling in the back of my head and I felt weirdly drawn to it.

"Do I need a reason?" I had no idea what he was asking from me. All I wanted was someone to fulfill my needs, no questions asked.

He looked me up and down, then he clicked his tongue and closed the door behind him. The moment he turned around, he grabbed me by my wrist, and with a surprised moan I felt the door hitting my back. In the blink of an eye, I felt the heat rekindling. All it took was his sharp grip and rough handling and my head got clouded by the longing for intimacy.

"I guess not," he growled, pushing his body against mine, pinning me between his muscles and the wooden door in my back. I gasped in excitement, my hand finding its way onto his shoulder. I could feel the tension of his muscles, his body heat. A shiver took control over my body as he planted his lips on my neck. His tongue was tasking me, finding the perfect spot, and the next thing I felt was the stinging sensation of my skin being sucked in, leaving behind a dark, blue spot.

The men I usually slept with would never do this in places that were hard to cover. But this man didn't care. He raised my hand over my head and let me keep hold on his shoulder. With his other hand, he gripped my thigh and pinned it to his side. I could feel his warm fingers wandering over the thin fabric of my gown, searching for a way under it, and when he finally found it his fingers forced their way between my cheeks.

I tensed up, pushing my head backward as far as I could. He lost no time slipping one of his fingers into my twitching body. My own fingers had barely been enough to loosen me up a little bit, making it easier for his finger to push inside me. I suppressed moan slipped over my lips, I could feel my legs trembling.

It wasn't long till he pushed a second finger inside of my body, his arm wrapped around my leg to support my standing. My fingers scratched down his chest, leaving a faint trail wherever his shirt wasn't in my way. I had no patience left, not after being locked up here for what felt like hours. My finger slipped down to unlace his pants and found their way under his clothes.

With a deep growl, he welcomed my slender fingers stroking over his massive cock. I was worshipping his hard, pulsating erection, pressing my thumb onto the tip before sliding my hand down. He was big, my fingers couldn't really grip around him but that didn't stop me from moving my hand up and down. It was a little awkward with the little space I had, but it was effective. I had enough exercise to make up for it.

"Fuck," I heard him snarl, and I wished he would just do it already. I could feel the slippery drops under my fingers. He was leaking already, and so was I to be fair.

"Take me," I moaned, my voice muted by the sensation of his touch. Suddenly his fingers pulled out and I whimpered. He let go of my leg and spun me around. His hand caught both of mine in the movement, guided them, pinning them both to the door to make sure I wouldn't wriggle free. He made sure I was bent over just enough, lifting my gown over my back, exposing my lower body. I threw a glance over my shoulder, my eyes clouded by the heat, and his eyes locked onto mine.

"Good boy," he murmured. His hands spread my cheeks and he took a good look at my twitching hole. He took his damn time, let his hand wander. I turned my head back and threw it into my neck as I felt him grab my cock, massaging it like he was trying to milk it. My legs trembled more and more as I could feel him kneed my balls. He didn't waver. With his rough handling of my erection, it wasn't long until I came.

With a whimper filling the room, I felt my body tense up and what was so disappointing when I did it to myself, finally felt so goddamn good. But he didn't stop. His hands full of white, slippery liquid found their way back to my cheeks. Just like that, he pushed two fingers into me, making me twitch and clamp down while he spread my own seed inside me. Only then he let me feel his hot tip, stroking over the twitching muscle.

A loud moan broke from my throat as he pushed his massive cock inside me, widening me slowly but with force. I could feel the tingling pain as he pushed deeper until he couldn't get any further. There was still so much left of him that I wanted to feel inside of me. I moaned, whimpering, my voice and body begged for more.

And he did give me more. He started to move and I could feel how he pushed a little deeper with every thrust. Slowly but forcefully at the beginning, it wasn't long until he fucked me hard. His cock hitting that sweet, sweet spot harder and harder. And every time he impaled me, my voice grew louder.

He let go of my hands to grab my hips firmly, he pushed me away and pulled me closer violently, pushing my face right into the door. But I didn't care. I didn't care about the bruising he would leave me with, all I could think about was Velagh and how it was him fucking me right there. This man made it easy to do so, with his low voice grunting and growling with every thrust.

He used me like a sleeve, changing the angle every now and then. He fucked me mercilessly and I wasn't even able to tell how many times he made me cum. I had climaxed, again and again, in minor waves of short salvation without really climaxing.

Without a warning he grabbed my hair, pulling it. I bent my back, giving in to the pull while keeping my hands on the door. I feared I would collapse if I was to lose hold. The violent clapping of our bodies came to a halt as he pushed my hip down, impaling me for what felt like the last time and I felt his heat filling me up. He unleashed his seed deep inside of me, sending my whole body into another climax. A real climax. I moaned so loud I was sure the rest of the tavern must have heard it. The way his hard cock had hit this spot so deep inside made me tremble uncontrollably, my own seed dripping down my legs.

I felt his muscles twitching as my own tensed around him. His pulsating cock inside me being milked dry was the pleasure I had needed and he made sure I would feel it long after he was gone. My whole body twitched as I felt him move again, but instead of pulling out, he thrusted inside me another three or four times before he finally slipped out.

"I could fuck you senseless right now," he growled into my ear but I could tell that he had hit his limit.

"Why don't you do it then?" I whispered, still grasping for air. My body wouldn't stop trembling, still feeling this heat lingering. I liked to imagine that it was the seed planted so deep inside me but a part of me knew that that was kind of silly.

"Well," he finally let go of me, fumbling around by the sound of it, probably to get his milked cock back into his pants, "there are other places to be and other whores to fuck," he growled, and in an instant, I turned to face him.

"Excuse me," I snarled, "I will not be called a whore."

"What else but a whore would scout for men from their balcony in a busy tavern?" he chuckled and I could feel the anger arise within me.

"I'm not a whore."

"I must admit, if you were you'd be the cheapest so far. And the best." His voice was low and husky, almost intimidating. But I had none of it. Until he made a single step closer and pushed me up the door yet again.

"Don't tempt me with that flustered face of yours, Your Highness." It wasn't more but a whisper, a murmur, full of promises of a good time. But here was the thing, I was pissed. Not only did he seem to know who I was, but still had the nerve to call me a whore.

"Fuck off," I hissed at him, trying to wriggle free, but his hands gripped my waist firmly, his huge body pinning me to the door without much room to wriggle at all.

"I'd much rather fuck you so hard you'll forget your royalty. You would make such a promising slave, I bet people would pay a lot to get a turn with you. Just imagine—" he lowered his head to whisper into my ear—"countless men willingly paying a fortune to fuck your tight hole, filling you up, pumping their sweet, sweet seed into you while that pretty mouth of yours sucks them dry."

Just then I could feel how one of his hands let go of my waist, his fingers grabbing my chin and his lips came awfully close to kissing mine. I glared at him, if looks could kill he had dropped dead right then and there.

"This was fun while it lasted," I almost spit these words into his face, "but now leave."

"Tz, this isn't your home, princess," he snorted, his lips brushing mine while I tried to turn my head away in vain. He had me locked in place and there was nothing I could do about it. No, I probably could have but I didn't know what to do. I was never in such a position. The men I slept with were aware of the risk, they would never have overstayed their welcome.

The moment I could feel the warmth of his lips on mine, I pushed him away with all the force I could gather. To this day I believe this only worked because he wasn't expecting it. And I was so close to slap him, but my upbringing and good manners had prevented me. He stumbled back a step or two, and suddenly, his eyes grew darker.

"You know, princess, it's not beyond me to just take what I want. You wouldn't be the first one." Now, this was a direct threat, one that sent shivers down my spine, and for once, this wasn't the good kind of shiver. It was a dreadful shiver that left a knot in my stomach. Yet I was far away from showing what his words did to me. Instead, I looked at him in disgust. Even as he raised his hand I didn't flinch and the impact of this whole situation… Well, it did things to me.