The Five Princes [COMPLETE]

Sunday Part Two

[For Mature Audience]

"So where did you find this V-Consort?" Trinity asked me, combing my brunette hair in the mirror. In my reflection, I could see her giving me a sly look, waiting for the juicy details. She's always been one for gossip but she never tells a soul what I tell her.

"This morning," I told her, watching her mouth drop at the short-timing. "He saved me from three men who were trying to rape me."

"Concords?" She looked as appalled as I was when I realized that we had people like that in the kingdom.

I nodded then winced, feeling the comb scratched my scalp. "I couldn't believe it either."

She exhaled, sweeping my hair forward. "I can't wait for you to be queen. Things need to change around here." I knew there were problems with the kingdom but I so rarely ventured out that I don't know what they are. And father thinks I should focus on s*x and meeting my husbands every need than on what's best for the kingdom. I snorted unladylike at the thought, Trinity giggling at my reaction.

"Don't worry, they will." I was going to make sure I picked the right husband who'd let me have a say in my own kingdom. Yeah, I'd meet his s****l needs, but at a price.

Trinity twirled me around in the chair, giving me a dimpled smile. "You look so beautiful, Serene. Hopefully Zeph will like it."

I felt a blush arise at the thought of Zeph.

He spent the better part of the day getting prepped for the occasion tonight, washed up and examined. Dad was still mad that I ran out of the house without his say so and on top of that will soon be bedding an Enigma. So I was stuck in my room for the afternoon, unable to see Zeph until dinner time in the dining hall. He looked dashing in a white dress shirt, unbuttoned at the top, and a pair of faded jeans. I could hardly keep my eyes off him, his hair pulled back into a ponytail showing off the piercing in his ears.

"He is very handsome, Serene," Trinity complimented with a forged swoon for affect. "Very good catch indeed."

"Even though he's Enigma?" I asked coyly.

She pursed her lips, looking down at me. "You'll have to sleep with an Enigma on Tuesday so you shouldn't feel so ashamed about it." She was right. I'd have to bed five princes this week (I'm not a w***e, it's just tradition) and all of them from different kingdoms.

"True."

I stood up, looking in the mirror one last time. I wore a transparent white dress hugging my curves, waves of hair flowing down my shoulders and back, and my blue eyes dusted with hints of gold flecks. That was all the makeup I wanted, Trinity telling me it was sweat proof very provocatively, hinting at tonight.

The clock chimed seven.

"Alright, he should be here any minute," Trinity informed me. She gave me a hug, whispering "Good luck" before heading out the door and leaving me to ponder on my thoughts.

I've been told that Virginity Lost hurts for a while and I should have s*x with him at least three times in a row to make sure my s****l stimuli is heightened and I won't be in pain when the Princes come. I couldn't shake this nervousness though. It's common, right? I've been taught everything there is to know about s*x since I was twelve. Yet, my heart bustled at the thought of what Zeph and I would be doing.

A knock sprung on the door and I quickly stood up, adjusting my attire, composing myself so my anxiety wouldn't be visible. "C-come in." Did my voice just tremble? If it did, I disregarded it, debating too late if I should sit or stand. Or was I supposed to be lying on the bed?

The door opened and I inhaled deeply at the sight of Zeph, waltzing in determinedly in a white muscle shirt and faded jeans. I swallowed the lump in my throat. He really was handsome, his hair falling to his shoulders, his eyes peering through his strands like a curtain. He was broader than I thought with enough muscles to know he worked out but not too much. He closed the door behind him, leaning against it when it locked, staring at me through his midnight tress.

"Hey," he greeted, sexily biting his bottom lip. If he was nervous, he didn't show it to me.

"Hi," I returned rather awkwardly. I shouldn't be acting this way, the Princess who's been preparing for this majority of her life. Confidence is usually the mask I wore. However, staring at him, he made my stomach flutter and my palms all clammy. I quickly wiped them off on my gown.

His lips tightened, holding back a very visible smile. "I still can't believe you're the princess," he chuckled, holding onto his waist.

I gave him a dirty look. "W-why?" I looked like a princess, didn't I? Well, when I ran I was in jeans and a sleeveless shirt, something a commoner would wear. I couldn't blame him for not noticing.

"It's just..." He ran a hand through his hair, standing up straight. "What a small world." I didn't understand. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, walking closer to me, my breath quickened. I disguised it, throwing my hands on my hips. "So that's why you're such a damsel in distress?"

I gasped. "I'm not a damsel in distress!"

He threw his head back in taunting laughter. "You so were. If I wasn't there, they would have got you good."

My jaw clenched at the comment, stepping towards him. "I could have fought back any time but their breathes were straight poison."

A boyish laugh combusted in the room and he overlapped in laughter, causing me to giggle at the reaction. He had such a soothing tone, especially when he laughed, smooth and rich. "Wow, straight poison, that's funny." I wrapped an arm around my waist, feeling it burn from all the laughter. It wasn't until I looked up that I noticed he was standing before me, so close I could practically taste the strawberries he ate earlier. "Are you less nervous now?"

I took a deep breath. The fluttering died down but was still noticeable, easier to breathe...sort of. "Yeah," I exhaled.

"Good."

His lips crashing into mine not a second longer, stunning me for a moment before moaning against him. His body pressed deeply into mine, one large hand caressing my cheek and the other finding its way to my waist. His lips were soft and inviting, warm and luscious, his tongue licking my bottom lip. It intoxicated me, fueling my desire for more as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I almost had a panic attack when he pulled away, breathing heavily. I caught my breath enough to ask, "What was that?"

Miniature fangs exposed themselves when he smiled seductively, looking proud of himself. "That was a kiss." A...kiss? That wasn't taught to me during s*x education, not on the lips that is. I did like it though, his smoldering touch lingering on my lips as he spoke, pressing his forehead against mine. "But not everyone does it so let's keep it between you and me."

I nodded, pressing my lips to his once more, needy for another lesson on 'kissing.' He smiled against me, biting my lip. I moaned and moved back, his body never leaving mine. The bed soon pressed against my thighs, Zeph urging me to lie down with a groan. His hands skimmed the length of my body, finding the hem on my gown.

I've never felt this hot before, pleasure enflaming every inch of my body that'd been graced by his touch. My breath accelerated and my heart hammered in my chest. His hand sunk to my inner thigh, caressing it sensually while his lips lowered down my jaw and neck. I moaned. My fingers raked through his locks, feeling aroused by the softness.

I gasped loudly, feeling his fingers brush against my panties, his thumb hooking underneath the hem. His skin touched mine, a wet sensation taking over down below. His body hovered over mine, his body heat burning me up even more. He pushed my gown up, slowly exposing my stomach, and I propped myself up, pulling it over my head in hast.

He pulled away, his eyes overshadowed with lust as he took me in. "You're so beautiful." I would have blushed if he hadn't met my lips with his again. His hand wrapped around me slipping off my bra, fingers crawling down to cup a breast. His other hand slipped off my panties and I lifted my legs, helping to get them off. How could he fill me up with so much ecstasy without even being in me yet?

He stifled my moans while I widened my legs to give his fingers more access, brushing my blossoming core gently. His thumb flicked at my clit and I grabbed a fist full of his shirt at the rush splurging through me. My hands quickly found the hem of his shirt, tugging for it to come off. Man, I wish I were stronger so I could rip it off his body. He paused for a moment, sitting up to take it off. I could feel his erection weighing down on my stomach when he did so.

I adored the 'kisses.' I think I liked them on my neck too. His lips roamed my body, sucking on the nap of my neck and I suppressed the moan building up, begging to erupt. His muscles were firm, protective, fitting around me like a glove. I arched my back, letting his kisses trail down to my breast, licking my sore n*****s like a lollipop. His other hand caused me to gasp voluminously when they pressed harder against my wet core. He chuckled against my skin, sending vibrations coursing up my body.

Soon, he was inching towards the floor, his head now between my thighs. He was so close I could feel his hot breath blow against my center. Propping up on my elbows, I anticipated his tongue on my core, widening my legs even further. His green eyes sent goose bumps spouting on my arms, him purposely taking his time. He opened his mouth, the tip of his tongues causing an explosion to rupture through my body.

"Oh, Zeph!" I moaned, my breathing being more difficult to manage than necessary.

"Yes?" he winked deviously.

"It feels...so good." It came out like a vicious growl and for a moment, I wondering if it was really me saying those words.

He didn't say anything. Instead, he latched his mouth around my core, his long tongue darting inside me. I screamed in bliss, it staying within me for the longest, exploring every centimeter. "OH!" I shouted, fingers digging in his hair. He licked, every fluctuation making me bite down hard on me lip to quell a scream. He pulled me close, throwing my legs over his shoulders as he dug his tongue deeper, faster, harder inside me. I could hardly control myself, shrieking when his teeth tugged on my bud. I gestured for him to fill me up more. To completely take control of me—if that was possible.

Then he stopped. Why did he stop?

Standing up to tower over me, he stared hungrily into my eyes, licking his lip that shined with my nectar. His hand drifted below the belt, unzipping his pants. My breath hitched in my throat at the sight. "That...is going inside me?" I chocked, wide-eyed.

He chuckled handsomely. "Not if you don't want it to."

We've already come so far. "I want it." I scooted back onto the pillows, him climbing into the bed with a devilish smirk. He crawled between my legs, his erection only chafing my core when he leaned down to kiss me. It was hot, doubling the torridity, doubling the passion.

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his back. "I won't lie," he whispered softly, apologetic eyes gazing at me. "It will hurt." He grabbed my other hand and placed it on his rippled back. "But only for a minute. I want you to dig your nails into me as hard as you can when it hurts, okay?"

I nodded, kissing his palm when he caressed my cheek. "Okay."

I felt him slid slowly into me, his lips capturing mine to sooth the pain as he inched in further, taking his time. The pain was excruciating, increasing every inch he grew deeper and my nails dug so deep, I wouldn't be surprised if he started bleeding. I whimpered against his lips, his hands pressed against my cheeks. Crying was the first thing to come to mind. I didn't want him to get sympathetic for me though and pull out.

But one tear escaped.

He paused, staring down at me like his whole world was about to fall apart. I dug my nails into him abruptly, catching him off guard. "Keep going...please," I insisted. He just stared at me for a second longer before kissing the tear away and continuing to thrust inside me. He groaned when my nails softened in his back. The pain was beginning to subside and delight eventually replaced it. It washed over me like a wave in the ocean, euphoria drowning me happily. I opened my legs wider, letting him sink in further, moaning against his ear. I nibbled on his earlobe, whispering, "Harder."

He was too happy to obliged, first taking it slow, moving in and out of me so I could feel every motion. And then he quickened his pace, rushing into me like a tide wave, crashing hard into me. I let out a piercing scream, enjoying myself. I repeated his name like a chant and he'd whisper my name with so much sensuality, I felt my heart melt.

We continued, my leg finding its way over his shoulder. Then we rolled around until I pinned him on his back, grinding on his manhood, sighing pleasantly as his hands wrapped around my waist. He moved my body back and forth, giving into his desires. I leaned down to kiss him, trailing kisses until I spotted a black tattoo of a wolf on his chest. I didn't notice it before. I kissed it, grinding harder and faster, hearing him groan.

He flipped me on my back, kissing my neck. "I'm about to come," he muttered, rocking harder inside me. I felt a wave of emotion rush through me, my own body reacting to his. I felt his manhood strain inside me while at the same time, my body convulsed beneath him, an indescribable eruption of pleasure breaking me down.

He fell beside me. "That," Zeph exhaled deeply, catching his breath, "was amazing."

I was expecting him to scoot over now that his need was met. Rather, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, my body falling against his chest. This also wasn't taught in s*x education. But I allowed it, relaxing in his warm, comforting embrace, my head lying in his chest. He felt so wonderful.

The clock chimed twelve and I calculated we've been having s*x for five hours. Five hours?

Either way, I wanted him to stay. "Thank you."

He shifted a bit, his chin on my head. "For what?"

"For making my Virginity Lost experience tremendous."

He kissed my forehead, pulling up the covers. "It's my pleasure." He held me in his arms tightly and I wrapped my arms around his torso, hoping this would never end.

"Um...what is...this that we're doing?"

He laughed in my hair. "This is called cuddling. It's also something just between you and me."

I sighed, taking in his manly aroma. "It feels wonderful, you feel wonderful."

My eyelids drifted until all I saw was darkness, pressing my body closer to Zeph's. He said something else after that but I was too tired to comprehend. All I wanted to do was bask in this moment, body to body.

When morning fell upon me, I stretched out on my bed, my body unconsciously searching for something but found nothing. All that surrounded me was pillows and blankets. I didn't want to open my eyes, feeling my heart clench at the thought. If I opened my eyes, I'd be forced back into reality.

A reality where Zeph was gone.