Chapter 14: Let's play a game

The sounds of tweeting birds echoed in the morning sky, and he stirred in his sleep, dreading the inevitability of waking.

Sleep was a rarity for him, especially in a household where poison lurked in every corner, threatening his life at every turn.

As his eyes fluttered open to the dull ache of morning light creeping into the room, the rustling of sheets drew his gaze.

At the edge of the bed, a fair maiden knelt. She wasn't exotically beautiful like the others in his harem; she was more like a delicate wallflower.

If she hadn't stood in front of him so boldly now, he might never have noticed her among the throngs of women vying for his attention.

In the darkened corner of the room sat his dark goddess, Rae.

Her amethyst eyes glowed in the shadows, the only source of light as the sun had yet to fully rise. "Good morning, your highness," she purred, her voice thick with wicked intent.

If his morning erection hadn't already stirred, her voice alone would have done the job. He shifted, the heavy ache between his thighs undeniable now. Rae's mere presence was intoxicating, and he realized, with a shiver of awareness, that apart from the time he'd ripped her dress open in a fit of passion, he'd never truly seen her naked—not even the curve of her feet.

Which is why, as his gaze fell on the pretty little feet peeking from beneath her dark dress, he was utterly undone.

"I'm bored, your highness," Rae said, her voice dripping with mischief as her glowing eyes flicked to the maiden kneeling before him. "Do you want to play?"

The maiden hesitated, her gaze darting between the prince and Rae as though drawing courage from the dark goddess herself.

Slowly, with trembling resolve, she crawled onto the bed.

The movement was hesitant but deliberate, her boldness clearly a gift from Rae's commanding presence.

He watched, transfixed, his heart pounding as she knelt before him.

The maiden, with short hair and a body thick with softness, began to undo the buttons of her dress.

Each button she slipped open drew a shaky breath from him, his arousal growing heavier, harder, with every reveal.

Then his eyes caught the luscious curve of her breasts as they spilled free from the confines of her dress.

His breath hitched sharply. Rich, massive, and utterly irresistible, her breasts were a decadent feast for his eyes.

The areolas were a stunning peach against the pale softness of her skin, and the fullness of her curves was enough to leave him trembling with want.

Her belly, soft and inviting, only added to her allure. She was not slim, but gloriously thick, every inch of her promised indulgence.

When she removed her dress completely, leaving only her corset and undergarments, his imagination painted a vivid picture of her round, thick ass and thighs.

She moved onto all fours, the sight of her curves nearly too much for him to bear.

"My name is Grace, my lord," she said, her voice laced with hesitant seduction. "Please, can you play with me?"

Rae's smirk deepened from her darkened corner, her voice low and teasing. "Yes… let's play catch the breasts."