Page 56 of The Shadow Prince's Ruin
It’s me who doesn’t want to stop.
A rumble leaves Hawk's lips as he nips at my cheek, and I join him when his thigh glides along my stiffening cock. “I don’t know what dumbasses live in that court of yours, but it’scriminal that nobody got you naked before me. Your body’s made for riding dick.”
I give up and slide my backpack to the ground, because we’re not going anywhere until my beast is sated. “The men I like, who possibly were also attracted to me… I think my position intimidated them.” But not Hawk.Hedoesn’t give a fuck if I’m a prince, and manhandles me as if I were a drunk stable boy. Perhaps he even revels in the power he has over me. I feel like I’m an offering to him, and that I shall be reborn after this only to be consumed again. Over and over, because his hunger can never be satisfied.
“Really? What kind of men were they?” he asks and opens my legs wider, so he can step between them. His hands keep wandering, touching every bit of my body, as if he acknowledged no rules of conduct. As if only his desire is important when it comes to this.
Opening up about such intimate matters doesn’t come naturally to me. I swallow to ease the dryness in my throat. “It’s not about who they were, but what the expectations are because of my royal status.”
Hawk slides his hands to my jaw and forces me to look up. “Are you saying there’s expectations of the role you take up in the sack? And, as we established, you like to betaken.”
I swallow and kiss his thumb as I place my hands over his wrists. “It’s less about who does which act in the bedroom, and more about…” I have to think of how to explain something that is a social construct I inherently know, not a law, “power. Being one of the princes means that I’m of high social standing and therefore expected to bethe pursuer. And I admit I never felt adequate when it comes to that role. It’s my inherent flaw, that in matters of romance, I wish to be pursued, which goes against the expectations of everyone at court. Even my mother,as a princess of the Goldweed bloodline chose her husband and courtedhim, as he was of lower social standing.
“Were I to desire another royal… things would be a bit easier, since he’d be my equal, but the kind of men I’ve always been attracted to… I suppose it would have been acceptable for me to pursue a tryst with them, but I never had the confidence to make a blatant offer. Especially after my mother made me realize spies are everywhere. And how would I even go about explaining to a potential lover that I want him to ravish me on the hay in the back of the barn? It was easier to give up on such fancies.”
I groan and close my eyes because I cannot bear looking into Hawk’s curious eyes any longer, fearful of his judgment.
But he just strokes my cheeks with his thumbs. “And what kind of men would you have liked to pursue you?”
The way he’s worded it makes my heart skip a beat. He already understands what I want better than anyone.
“Tall. Strong. Confident…” I say and run my fingers up his forearm because he is everything I’ve dreamed of and more. I’m embarrassed to tell him all this, but there is no way around it if I wish us to connect. “Men who don’t care about my status and would instead be lured by what my flesh can offer. Those who crave to conquer my body, not gain favors thanks to my position. Men who’d grab and use me if they wish, paying little mind to manners and the decorum of courting. A palace guard, a fisherman, a hunter in the woods, who doesn’t know my name, doesn’t know my title, just likes what he sees.”
“Ooh, I can be your hunter,” Hawk whispers, and his fingers slide to my groin, making me stir with pleasure. “Just found you lost in a dark cave, hungry, tired, and unable to protect yourself. And I only demand one thing for taking you to safety.”
He understands me. My heart beats faster by the second, and my face is glowing with heat. “I have nothing, so what is it you demand?” I ask, but my eyes stray to the front of his pants. Ican’t wait to see his stiff cock again. The Nightmare Realm can wait an hour or two.
He kisses me. Hard. With passion that makes my insides turn into goo. I’m ready to let him do anything he wants. My hole is still tender from its last encounter with his prick, but if he wants to leave his seed inside me again, I know I’ll let him. I desire to be anything he wants me to be. I want him to crave me more than he craves food, drink or even sleep. I want to haunt his dreams and be the only one for him.
“I’ve been wandering the woods on my own for so long, and that pretty mouth of yours really caught my eye,” Hawk rasps as his hands spread my thighs wide, massaging their tender flesh.
I’m already hard, lust pooling in my balls, but whenever he calls me pretty, my stomach does a backflip as if I’m sixteen again and a handsome guard winked at me for the first time.
“My mouth? What could you possibly want from it?” I lick my lips. Does this game make me a pervert? Is it wrong that I want to be desired to the point that another man is willing to break all rules to embed his cock inside me? My whole body is throbbing with need.
“Oh, I’ll show you,” Hawk remarks with a giddy smile, and I whimper when he gently squeezes my throat.
A moment later, he pulls my face to his bulge. I make a greedy whimper and stroke his thighs.
“I see you already have an idea,” my promised says but it sounds more like a purr to my ears.
I glance up at him, tucking the bottom of my shirt into my collar to show him my stiff nipples. If it wasn’t for the barrage of compliments, I would have never done that, but he makes me feel like I’m not only“pretty”,but worth worshiping. As if my compact size is not just acceptable but exactly what turns him on.
“You can touch me wherever you wish. I’m yours to toy with,” I rasp, breaking out of character because my reality with Hawk is even more delicious than the fantasy we’re weaving together.
He grins and leans down, so we can kiss again. My head spins as he squeezes my pec, then glides his hand lower, toward my stiff cock, but as I believe he’s about to touch it, the hand pulls away, leaving me to wail.
“Come on, now, that’s not very prince-like, is it?” Hawk teases as he pulls down his sweatpants to reveal his thick dick. “Your body is mine now,” Hawk continues, drilling his gaze straight into my soul. “I can have it whenever and wherever I want, can't I? You sold it.”
“I did. However you wish to have me…” I salivate at the sight of the stiff cock in his tattooed hand. I love how thick and veiny it is. A drop of pre-cum already beads at the tip, and most of all, I love that it’s so hard forme.
“Open your mouth and show me your cock,” he demands, and I oblige, pulling down my jeans to show him my excitement.
The mushroom under me is soft like a cloud, and the glowing colors swirl around us, creating a world where we can indulge in each other. And while the species I’m sitting on doesn’t have intoxicating properties, my mind buzzes when my man strokes my cheek with his cock. He smells like the beautiful beast he is, and I open up, showing him my tongue, desperate for a taste, for his touch, for attention.
“Good boy, so pliant for me. Go on, show me some love,” Hawk tells me as his cockhead rubs my lips, then slides into my mouth. This is only the second time I’m letting him do this, yet I’m salivating as if it were the greatest gift he could ever give me.
He pushes it in over my tongue, and it’s so thick it barely fits, but I still give him all of my attention, hollowing my cheeks. I extend one hand to touch his hairy stomach and reach for my own needy manhood with the other.
