β πππβππ ππ ππππππππ . . . β
ββ ππππππ π πππ ππππππππππ ππ π ππππππππππ
ββ πππππππ π πππππ ππππ π ππππππ ! ππππππ
ββ πππππππ π 18+ , ππππ , πππππππ , πππππ ππππππππππππ , πππππππππ ππππππππ
βΆ being the only biological daughter of the heinrich duchy as well as being the vice-commander of the empireβs order of chivalry was exhausting, even more so when the time-limited emperor decided to intrust his regal childrenβs well being to you. what aroused his sudden trust in your loyalty to follow his orders? it was beyond you, but you didnβt care.
βΆ that was basically the gist of how you were betrothed to the young prince, π«ππ³ππ π‘π’π₯π₯, and left the military to enter the palace as the princeβs future spouse. even though this wasnβt the way you planned your future life to play out, you abandoned your dreams without much resistance. after all, youβve gotten accustomed to abandoning your own pleasures for the sake of survival.
βΆ π«ππ³ππ was perplexed by this engagement at first. how could his father just go ahead and betroth him to a woman heβs never met before? especially a woman who was rumored to be a savage barbarian on the battle field, the total opposite of what youβd expect from a noble lady. despite that, π«ππ³ππ didnβt dare to oppose this decision.
βΆ the biological daughter of the heinrich duchy which has been an annoying headache to π«ππ³ππ on the path of becoming emperor, an esteemed war hero respected in the military - which he had no control in, and most likely an ignorant girl since she left for the battlefield ever since she was young. the emperor had basically just dropped the crown itself into his hands!
βΆ π«ππ³ππ had never felt grateful towards his cold-hearted father before, but now he couldnβt thank the emperor enough! with the chess piece named β(y/n) heinrichβ in his hands, the game was basically his to win! that is, until π«ππ³ππ finally met his infamous betrothedβ¦
βΆ unlike the rumored woman who had no manners and looked akin to the hideous monsters she slayed, the woman standing before him was graceful. she looked the embodiment of the word βdignifiedβ in a pale white dress that was cascaded down her noble body.
βΆ her face was not that of a monsterβs at all, it was far, far from it. her (e/c) eyes were fascinating to stare at as it reflected the gruesome experiences of war a noble lady shouldnβt have known of. her cheeks were lightly flushed due to the heat of summer, and her lips were pouted, a gentle shade of pink that made it seem even more enticing. her daunting but warm aura was especially attractive as she didnβt seem naive like he expected at all.
βΆ how could such baseless rumors be told about this sophisticated woman? and how could π«ππ³ππ, someone as intelligent and calculating as himself, believe those filthy lies even for a moment.
βΆ π«ππ³ππ had to force his eyes away from his fiancΓ©e to compose himself. placing a hand on top of his chest, he bowed, taking your smaller hands into his and pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles. βitβs a pleasure to finally meet my fiancΓ©e, lady (y/n).β π«ππ³ππ flashed his charming smile, his grip tightening around your calloused hand thats experienced so much.
βΆ you gaze at the man silently before retracting your hand, contemplating if you wanted to humiliate yourself by failing a curtsy, but decided for a hug in the end. looping your arms around him, you pulled the unsuspecting prince into a loose hug, causing the blonde to freeze up in your arms before he relaxed again. βiβm honored to be your fiancΓ©e, my prince.β π«ππ³ππ patted your back rather awkwardly in the hug, but nonetheless, he smiled at your warm voice.
βΆ after finally moving in to the palace and spending your free time to observe the prince, you realized π«ππ³ππ was the total opposite of the cunning man with a bad temper that youβve imagined. he treated you kindly and sincerely, always checking in on you to see how youβve adjusted to the palace despite his busy schedule, and even inviting you for a story time over warm tea.
βΆ and after a life filled with blood and tears, you found yourself enjoying the newfound peace you expected to be a burden, and began to unwind yourself around the prince. though, that didnβt mean you allowed yourself to completely bask in the princeβs kindness. after all, you were aware of which side your family stood on ( though you couldnβt care less ), and you could never forgot the duty the emperor entrusted to you.
βΆ π«ππ³ππ was aware that you hadnβt completely let down your guard, but he didnβt mind. it would be fun to see you slowly adjust to his presence and eventually come seeking him out. after all, the longer you have to work for something, the more satisfying it was to finally clench it in your hand.
βΆ perhaps it was due to his haughty ideals that clouded his vision, thatβs why π«ππ³ππ didnβt realize when he became the exact lovesick puppy he imagined you to become, but the prince found himself constantly seeking to be closer. wether it be patting your shoulder, the habit of hugging you instead of a formal bow, and holding your hand while meeting with his father, π«ππ³ππ always found his hand lingering on the heat of your skin.
βΆ not only did he want to become even closer to you, he desired to know more. what was your experience on the battlefield like? do you have any scars? how did you get that scar on your back? which kingdom did the soldier that engraved the scar on the flesh of your stomach hail from? what was your favorite color? favorite tea? favorite dessert? what type of dresses did you prefer? what kinds of perfume did you like?
βΆ π«ππ³ππβs simple curiosity slowly grew into vehement interest. and without fail, whatever your response to his question was, you would find it neatly wrapped and delivered to your chambers the following day. oh, you said you preferred a simple necklace instead to a golden one? it was delivered to you the next day, with the exception the stone was a rare diamond that wasnβt so plain. you liked flowy dresses instead of puffy ones? a rack of flowy dresses in various designs and color was in your closet the following day.
βΆ the gifts became so consistent that you could no longer ignore after a whole week. did rezef plan to win you over by using gifts? did he think you were that naive? was that why heβs been visiting you almost everyday? why he suggested you to move closer to his chambers?
βΆ oh, but you donβt have to worry so much! π«ππ³ππ simply liked the sight of you adorned in his gifts from head to toe, thatβs all! and his frequent visits? he merely enjoys your pleasant company and intriguing stories! moving closer to his bedroom? heβll become your husband and youβll have to sleep in the same bed after all, shouldnβt things change sooner so you have the chance to adjust better?
βΆ in the end, your bedroom was moved to the room right next to π«ππ³ππ, and the prince himself couldnβt be happier with this adjustment. he was sleeping in the room right next to you! perhaps it would be soon that you guys would share warmth under the same blanket.
βΆ it didnβt take a genius to realize how affectionate rezef became towards you, and it definitely canβt be excused with merely being close to each other when the engagement was basically forced upon the two of you. π«ππ³ππ, the temperamental prince, had fallen head-over-heels for his betrothed, and you knew.
βΆ his action was honestly adorable to you who never witnessed such amusing behavior at the battlefield. seeing π«ππ³ππ constantly crave for your touch and follow you around. oh, heβs gotten more protective? no oneβs cared for you like that in the army, how sweet of him. what? he wants you to move into his bedroom? how could you reject when he stares at you with those eyes?
βΆ you knew you shouldnβt be allowing this, because you were also becoming smitten by the handsome prince, but it shouldnβt cause anything bad, right? after all, your worries stemmed from the fact π«ππ³ππ might pit you against your own family, and you would be forced to chose him due to the engagement. but with this development, surely π«ππ³ππ wouldnβt risk the woman he loved? ah, thatβs it! he just needed to love you! more and more. he needs to go crazy with desire for you, that way, he wouldnβt dare use you as a disposable pawn.
βΆ with that decided, you allowed yourself to act more intimate towards π«ππ³ππ. tracing your calloused fingers on his jaw, ruffling his golden hair, pressing kisses to his knuckles, giving more frequent and longer hugs. you began to initiate all the physical contact, and π«ππ³ππ practically basked in this new affection. and, as the greedy man he is, π«ππ³ππ yearned for more. just hugs werenβt enough anymore, he wanted to really feel your body against his instead of the prints of your curves. he wanted your fingers to explore more of his body. chaste kisses werenβt enough, he wanted to corner your lips and taste them. the more he wanted to take, the more jealous he became even at the slightest things.
βΆ he should be the one receiving all of your attention, so why did you always smile at the amateur knights guarding the palace? why didnβt you accompany him in his office longer? why didnβt you ask him to join you for a dual instead of those unworthy knights? he was your soon-to-be husband, so heβs the only man you should be paying attention to, yet these pests dare to bask in your kindness. were they so uneducated that theyβd even go after whatβs not theirβs?
βΆ his seething jealousy was especially apparent when π«ππ³ππ accompanied you as your escort for a banquet to celebrate the victorious of the military. and as the vice-commander of the order of chivalry, you were required to attend, and π«ππ³ππ had practically begged you to take him as your escort. sure, he knew you could overpower him with your strength, but he needed to keep an eye on the pests that would look your way. what if one of them looked upon you with lustful gazes? how dare some irrelevant bastard do that when even π«ππ³ππ didnβt dare think of you in that way?
βΆ though that was his main goal for the night and π«ππ³ππ wasnβt one to get distracted, seeing you all dolled up with your makeup perfectly done, your hair styled neatly, and proudly wearing the midnight gown that was matching to his own suit, along with the extravagant sapphire necklace that was the same color of his eyes, π«ππ³ππ felt his heart burst out of his chest.
βΆ βyou look breathtaking,β π«ππ³ππ muttered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, inhaling your scent the he could never get enough of. you smiled at the prince, touching his cheek with your gloved fingers and gently pinching his nose. truly, no one would blame you for being weak towards such an adorable man.
βΆ once the door to the banquet hall opened and your name was announced, practically the whole room held their breath to ogle at the lady hailing from the heinrich duchy, notorious for becoming the only female knight in the entire continent. but just as they came to realize the rumors about her hideous appearance was mere lies, they felt the murdurous stare of the prince besides her.
βΆ wait, since when were they so close that prince π«ππ³ππ would be escorting her? why was he holding her so protectively as if he would pounce on anyone who dared to even look at her in the wrong way? the sight of the couple was ironic, really. no one in the banquet hall could tell who was more dangerous between the two of them, even though the answer shouldβve obviously been the breathtaking lady knight.
βΆ true to his goal for the night, π«ππ³ππ made sure to remember the faces of anyone who dared look at you with animosity or lust. he particularly carved the appearances of noblemen who was courageous enough to ask you for a dance and blatantly ignore the way he was gripping onto your waist. those pests would be the first to die once he finally sits on the throne. would they be just as courageous with their arms and legs chopped off, he wondered?
βΆ of course, you couldnβt allow π«ππ³ππ to continue glaring at the nobles so maliciously, so you had to calm the prince down somehow. and like usual, you would loop your arms around him, pulling him into your embrace. but the only difference this time was that many eyes were locked on the two of you. displaying your affection for him publicly like this was the equivalent of announcing to the whole world that the only daughter of the heinrich grand duchy will support the illegitimate prince! it was safe to say the nobles had been chucked into complete chaos the days after the banquet, especially the current head of heinrich.
βΆ noblemen throughout the empire, wether they hail from small or grand backgrounds, gradually flocked to follow and make their decision to side with rezef. after all, they would be delusional to reject the fact an esteemed vice-commander decided to support the prince. and with their strengths alone, they could never compare to the military forces in the grasps of the princeβs fiancΓ©e. even the supporters of heinrich began to join rezefβs side in spite of the consequences. after all, the current head was a mere adopted son. and the true heir of the grand duchy was on the princeβs side. it was all thanks to you that π«ππ³ππ could gain so much support, and the prince couldnβt be more pleased with you.
βΆ this made apparent the fact π«ππ³ππ couldnβt risk loosing you, because that would be the equivalent of loosing almost half of his growing support. though he never had any intentions of loosing you to anyone in the first place, and especially not that adopted son of heinrich, π«ππ³ππ began to attach himself to you by the hip.
βΆ he constantly followed you around all day ( as if he wasnβt doing that before ), and monitored every action you took. from filling out military requests in the morning, practicing your swordsmanship, and quietly reading some books, π«ππ³ππ watched everything with half-lidded eyes. seeing you swing your sword so elegantly was especially alluring to the prince. how could you afford to look so gentle, yet swing your sword as if it was a feather? heβs never witnessed such graceful swordsmanship his entire life! he couldnβt help but admire his beautiful fiancΓ©e.
βΆ and perhaps, after watching and yearning for you for so long, his patience finally began to thin. π«ππ³ππ never found his mind wandering to dirty thoughts of a womanβs body despite it being natural for his age, because no one could attract his attention. but, you. oh, you.
βΆ did your body always look so tantalizing? was the way you gazed at him always that sultry? was your voice always that honey-sweet? was the touch of your calloused hands always that tingly? he knew it. π«ππ³ππ new that a sinful part of him was beginning to lust after you, but how could he resist the dirty thoughts? he had the most perfect woman in his grasps, how could he withstand the temptation to explore more of her?
βΆ π«ππ³ππ didnβt want to think about you in this way. you were so kind and gentle towards him, so it felt objectifying to think like that about you after coming to peace with the resolve that he didnβt want to treat you as a mere pawn in this cruel game. he came to love you more than heβd ever expect, and he wanted to keep you by his side.
βΆ yet, these scandalous thoughts kept haunting him every night, and every time heβd snap awake, you would be in his arms sleeping peacefully without a hint of the corruption within him. without fail, he would nuzzle his face into your neck, inhaling your scent to satiate the thirst burning at the back his throat. π«ππ³ππ was embarrassed that heβs been rendered to a hormonal teenage boy because of you, but nonetheless couldnβt help it.
βΆ albeit one particular night, where the cold and crisp air of approaching autumn caused you to nuzzle closer into the chest of your blonde-haired fiancΓ©e seeking for warmth, finally caused the burning thirst to erupt from his throat. just inhaling you wasnβt enough anymore, π«ππ³ππ wanted to swallow you whole. though he doubt even that would be enough to completely quench his thirst.
βΆ he pulled you impossibly closer, pressing kisses to your lips that was slightly agape, but his kisses began to derail and instead traced the shape of your jawline. he peppered kisses down to your neck, then to the warm flesh underneath the bathrobe that he never expected he would be so grateful of its existence.
βΆ his fingers hastily untied the soft belt around your waist, pushing the bathrobe to the side as his hand immediately went to squeeze your hips, pulling you closer against himself to ease a bit of the tension in his own pants. no different than an unrestrained beast, π«ππ³ππ massaged the soft flesh of your breasts, his lips sucking on your neck and leaving satisfying red marks behind. but just that wasnβt enough. he wanted to feel more of you.
βΆ his longing hand let go of your breasts, wandering lower as he grazed the particular scar on your stomach, but he kept going lower. π«ππ³ππβs grip on your thigh was needy, massaging and squeezing your inner thigh until heβs had enough and finally shuffled to open your legs. your body was so pliant for him too, your legs easily separating as his fingers plunged into the heat between them. his long fingers caressed your slick-ridden cuntβ¦ was your body truly so sensitive to him despite being thick with sleep?
βΆ that was the moment your voice momentarily woke him from his lustful daze. βwere you that desperate, my dear prince?β you muttered, looping your arms around his neck as your soft lips collided with his own. unlike the chaste kisses you would usually give him, this one was different. it was a kiss searing with lust, just as he had yearned for your body, you also wanted hisβ. it made π«ππ³ππβs chest swell with delight, and the embarrassment of being caught red-handed by you sinked to the back of his mind. now he had finally realized, you were awake the whole time, werenβt you? obviously, how could a knight whoβs slept during the dangers on the battlefield not be aware of the way someone would fondle their body during the night?
βΆ what a clever little thing you were, and π«ππ³ππ was grateful, because he didnβt have to waste any time explaining his desire for you with words. youβd give him what he wants, from the way you held onto him so tightly. youβll finally quench his thirst and satisfy his sinful curiosity.
βΆ βdonβt worry, my prince,β you separated your lips from π«ππ³ππ, and the prince looked as if he wanted to chase you. your lips wet with saliva couldnβt help but curve into a grin, βi am all yours tonight.β
βΆ that was the final straw. π«ππ³ππβs patience had finally snapped as he rose on top of you, muscular arms trapping your head in place as if daring you to move an inch. half-lidded sapphire eyes swallowed the sight of your bare body thatβs prevailed through many battles, your own sultry gaze piercing through him. he suddenly felt so weak and vulnerable to his own desires.
βΆ π«ππ³ππ panted harshly, his fingers that was caressing your cunt pressed harder, using your arousal as lubricant as his slender finger easily sink into you, earning a surprised gasp from your swollen lips. ah, he didnβt know you could sound so fragile. he wanted to hear that sound again.
βΆ π«ππ³ππ mindlessly inserted another finger inside you and began to pump his fingers in and out, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing on the sensitive bud in a circular motion, which made soft hums and moans spill from your throat. ah, thatβs it. louder. make more sounds. he wanted to hear your voice. heβll be the only man to ever hear such fragile sounds escape from your lips. βΆ π«ππ³ππ pumped his fingers faster, massaging a particularly gummy part deep inside of you that would never fail to elicit another muffled moan from your lips. seeing you so lost in the pleasure, π«ππ³ππ inserted another finger, your arousal dripping down your thigh and his hand.
βΆ his lips found themselves latched onto the hard bud of your nipple, sucking on your breasts as the sound of your erratic heartbeat became clear to him. your moans became louder, more needy and frequent, as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of you, rubbing your clit until it was red a swollen, you felt your abdomen swirl.
βΆ β..haahβ¦ah..π«ππ³ππβ¦!β you whimpered, writhing in his embrace as the knot in your abdomen suddenly snapped, allowing an electric-like wave to wash over you.
βΆ hearing the guttural moan that escaped from you, π«ππ³ππ moved any from your breast with a lewd βpopβ. the prince watched as he took his fingers out of you, a clear string of arousal connecting his fingers to the puffy lips of your pussy. he slowly brought his fingers to his lips, tongue lapping up your arousal from his fingers and sucking on it, gazing into your glossy eyes greedily.
βΆ his fingers left his lips with another βpopβ, a familiar grin adorning the princeβs handsome face. βare you sure you want to let me take you? once i have a taste, iβll always want more.β π«ππ³ππ muttered, wiping the beads of sweat on your cheek tenderly. he was well aware of his own greed, and being the subject of his intense desire would be anything but pleasurable. βi wonβt stop even if you cry or faintβ¦ iβll keep taking and taking, tasting every inch of you until Iβm satiated.β ah, π«ππ³ππ seemed a little sad while saying that. he didnβt want you to avoid his desire, he wanted you to love him enough to embrace it.
βΆ you huffed, breathing finally calming down from your high as your calloused fingers stroked π«ππ³ππβs cheek, the prince crooning at your touch. βiβm the type of woman who has survived many things. and you, my beloved prince, is not an exception.β you eyes twinkled with fond affection, spilling with warmth as if youβd embrace him even when no one would.
βΆ in that moment, time seemed to slow around the two of you, staring into each otherβs nostalgia-filled eyes and reminiscing the first time you met each other. at first, the two of you always gazed in each otherβs direction with caution, yet now under the pale moonlight, the wall you two had built melted like snow on a hot summer day. your hearts beat in an unbreakable rhythm to each otherβs, as if there was shackles connecting you together.
βΆ how ironic, the path destiny had carved for you. it was the path to hell itself, yet you couldnβt be more content. you wouldnβt want things any other way. you werenβt worried though. you were a survivor. surely you can also survive the hellish life and π«ππ³ππβs smothering love.
