The Five Princes [COMPLETE]

Monday Part Two

In less than ten minutes I would be sleeping with Ethan. Before I returned to my room to get ready, he instructed that I meet him at the library. I was actually a bit nervous about it all, especially with Zeph hanging around me all day, making it obvious that he wanted to win me. I eventually got mad at him when he'd always interrupt me when I was speaking to Ethan and end up telling him to go to his room until tomorrow.

In the end, I know very little about Ethan.

"Oh, it's alright, Serene," Trinity comforted, swooping my hair down my shoulders. "It's only for one night and none of the Princes are mind readers, you can always pretend he's Prince Zeph. Just don't say his name."

I wasn't sure I could. When I slept with Zeph, there were no limits, no restrictions. I just wish I hadn't fallen asleep so I could have basked in it longer. At least I had tomorrow to look forward to, it being Zeph's night with me. I suppress the need to bounce happily at the thought. No, Serene, I chided myself, tonight is Ethan's night.

"It'd be rude to think of another man in bed," I told her. It didn't mean I wasn't going to take her up on that offer if the time came.

She sighed distressingly, pulling me up to stand. I wore a silk white dress, not transparent like last time but it'd feel awkward walking all the way to the library showing so much leg. "This is your choice, if you want to think about another man, so be it. They can just leave, one less room to clean up—for me."

I laughed. "True. I wouldn't want you overexerting yourself."

She nudged my shoulder and winked. "I wouldn't want you to do the same if you catch my drift."

Ethan being from Knowledge, it was between he knew exactly what he was doing or he would be telling me the functions of the body. Trinity wrapped an arm around my waist, leading me out the door when my feet didn't want to move. Zeph's words were still hanging over my head. I don't want to let you go. I wish he told me that when we were having s*x, it would have made it ten times enjoyable—not that it wasn't enjoyable.

She led me down the stairs and towards the library, the moonlight guiding us down the hall. Since I'd be in this section tonight, everyone was told to depart until we were through and I was glad about that. I didn't want people listening in, there was enough gossip going around.

The clock chimed seven.

"Good luck," Trinity whispered when we caught sight of Ethan, waiting by the open door. A ball in my gut squeezed within me, making my nerves go ballistic. He was handsome, like all the other Princes, but he still wasn't equivalent to Zeph. Would I compare every guy after him? Well, he was my first so I have to have something to compare them to. Trinity left when I approached Ethan, disappearing into the darkness and us, into the library.

"How are you tonight?" he asked, closing the library doors. There were three large tables for studying and a dozen floor-to-ceiling bookshelves surrounding them in a circle.

I took a deep breath and smiled, walking around with him. "I'm fine," I lied. My heart was beating out of its chest and I swore he could hear it as he laughed, knowing it was a lie. "How are you?"

"Quite well." We rounded the bookcase, my eyes darting around at the thousands of books, getting my mind off this nervousness. I've had s*x before, why was I nervous? In s*x education, they say the first couple of times I'd feel jittery about it. The problem is they never explained when it would stop. "You look beautiful, Serene."

"Thank you." I examined his attire, no glasses, a blue short sleeve shirt, and a pair of dark jeans. His blond hair tousled like he just awoke from a nap, strands hanging in his face. His smile was tamed, not wide and playful like Zeph's. "You look nice yourself."

"What do you like to do in your spare time? I know so little about you."

My fingers trace the spines of books, walking past them. "Actually, I like reading."

He looked astounded at the statement, not figuring that I'd be interesting in such a thing. The truth was books were like my best friend, reading something day and night in the library, sometimes even falling asleep. "Really? What's your preference?"

"Anything I can get my hands on." I gestured towards all the books in the room. "I've read a majority of these, working my way from the bottom to the top. My favorites are ones about evolution and the solar system."

He smiled in a new light I'd never seen before as if he finally noticed me. "I would have never guessed."

I gave him a sly smile. "What did you expect me to do on my spare time? Paint my nails?"

"Not read."

"Well, what do you like to do?"

He stuffed his hand in his pockets, now peeking through the closed curtains. The lights were dimmed at night so if you wanted to read, there were private lamps by the tables. "Experiment." I lifted a brow, beckoning for him to continue. "I like chemistry so I experiment with tons of things, solids, liquids, gas, psychological, physics, anything I can get my hands on." There was a seductive underlining on the last part, reminding me why we were here. Talking with him cleared my mind for a minute there.

"What's your latest experiment?" I asked, hoping he didn't notice my fingers trembling.

He gave a cunning expression, his smile stretching. "I'm glad you asked." He slipped something out of his pocket, presenting two small blue pills. "It's supposed to enhance the s****l stimuli and pressure points by forty-two point three percent. So, even the slightest touch on your arm will feel like I just touched your most sensitive areas, sending your nerve endings to catch every fiber of it." He handed me one while he threw back his head and swallowed the other.

It fell into my palm and I stared at it suspiciously. "Will it hurt if I can feel every touch?"

He shook his head. "It numbs the nerves that feel pain so, no. All you'll feel is the pleasure." He gave me a confident smile then shivered, the pill probably activating.

Taking a deep breath, I threw my head back and felt it slide down my throat, swallowing some saliva along with it so I wouldn't chock. I felt it fall into my gut, keeping my eyes trained on his, waiting for it to activate. I could see the excitement in his eyes, the thought of his experiment in motion enough to give him a jolt of pleasure itself. Instantly, a surge of electricity coursed through every vein in my body, cold shivers spiraling down my spine.

"You ready?" he asked.

I didn't have time to ask what for before he touched my arm, a waved of heated pleasure rushing through the placement of his fingers. It was so intense that if I could think straight, I could possibly calculate how many ripples were on his fingerprints. A moan escaped and when I looked down at his hand, they were slowly traveling down my arm, each movement taking my breath away. I absolutely enjoyed the feeling, every pulse of him on my body. Without notice, I leaned in further wanting more than a hand on my arm.

I heard him groan when my hands touched his arm, knowing he was feeling the same pleasure I was. Intoxicated by it, his hand traveled straight to the hem of my gown and touched my bare thigh, causing me to scream in pleasure. He pressed my back to one of the bookshelves, his chest against mine, his eyes now filled with lust. We were barely having intercourse, the anticipation weighing on me like a brick house. The feeling was too good and I wanted more.

I didn't care that he wasn't Zeph. I really didn't care!

His lips gripped my neck, the suckling resembling a wet massage, the pressure causing my muscles to relax and my eyes to roll back. My fingers tangled in his hair, a loud growl roaring from deep within his throat, vibrating again my neck, causing me to shriek. It felt so right feeling so much intensity, every fiber, every caress.

"More," he growled lustfully, tugging at my gown. His hand brushing against my body trying to remove it over my head kept me moaning in ecstasy. Once it was finally off—thank goodness—his mouth licked my collarbone, making me have to grasp the bookshelf when my knees became jelly. Then his hand began massaging my breast and I bit my bottom lip, whimpering. All I could think about was feeling the ripples of his fingerprints caressing my pointed n*****s, my breath heavy. I closed my eyes, trying to will my heart not to jump out.

I gasped aloud when his mouth touched my breast, screaming each time he flicked my n****e with his tongue. Pleasure like this shouldn't exist because if it did, I'd want it all the time for the rest of my life. I bit my finger hard the longer he licked, nibbled, and tugged on my breast with his teeth, massaging the other with his hand. Then he'd alternate, my back sliding down to the ground with him following until our bums were on the carpeted floor.

He paused, catching me off guard as he looked deeply into my eyes, breaths hot and heavy on one another. "I want to hear you scream as if you've never screamed before," he whispered darkly. I gulped, clawing at the carpet.

Still staring me down, his hands touched my inner thigh, the contact making me bite my tongue when the sensual touch amplified. He widened my legs, the rubbing of the carpet doing nothing compared to the hold of his hands on me. And then his finger hooked the lining of my panties without even making contact with my core, the sound of ripping material rupturing in the silent room.

With one tiny flicker of my clit, he sent an earthquake of pleasure tumbling through me, a startled moan escaping me. He frowned, displeased it wasn't loud enough. My heart raced at what he'd do next, excited and scared at the same time.

"I said scream," he barked, thrusting a finger inside me. A piercing scream filled with so much fervor left my body, the feeling of his finger causing me to cream vigorously, every pulse making me tremble. It was so indescribably good! I'd never felt something like that, every fragment within me burning with his touch. When I looked at him breathlessly, I could see he was pleased, keeping his finger lodged within me.

With his other hand, he slipped off his shirt in one swift motion and my hand immediately made contact with his chest, causing him to groan loud, his body shaking at the excitement. For that, he wiggled his finger inside me. I cried, "oh, oh, oh, oh" so many times I thought I was singing a song in different keys. Forcing myself to make him feel what I was feeling, I leaned closer and claimed the nap of his neck, licking it viciously.

"Oh, damn!" he growled, grabbing a fist full of my hair to keep himself up. I licked and nibbled down his neck and to his chest, hearing him groan in zest. The touch of his skin beneath my fingertips was burning up, making me wonder how hot things could get. My fingers explored down to the hem of his pants, just touching his hip bone making him grit his teeth.

He pushed me away, panting heavily until he got his breathing under control. He gave me menacing look and before I knew it, he was pulling my legs closer to him. His fingertips broiled my skin. Another whimper escaped me. His head dipped, tossing my legs over his shoulders and not another second went by before his tongue was on my core.

Another piercing scream filled the room and immediately lightheadedness struck me like lightning. His tongue laved my nectar, convulsions rushing through me like constant waves. This only encouraged him to lick deeper, harder, making me moan loudly. Each stroke, each nibble on my lips or clit, every slurp was felt, making me dizzy yet yearn for more. I clamped my hand over my mouth, muffling my scream when he jerking his tongue inside me hastily. It felt amazing!

I needed more. I had to have more.

Stopping, he looked up at me, giving me a wicked grin like he just read my thoughts. Without notice, he got up, wrapping an arm around my waist and underneath my legs to pick me up. I shivered when his fingers touched my skin, suppressing a sigh.

"There's so much room, wouldn't want to waste it all," he stated, sitting me down on the table. My body arched on its own towards him when I saw he was unzipping his pants. When I saw it, I immediately thought of Zeph, about what I said when he showed me his manhood. Let's just say, Zeph won the round for the largest. Why was I thinking about Zeph at a time like this? A stirring in my stomach made me long for him for a moment before Ethan touched me again.

My mind clouded with thoughts of s*x with Ethan, falling into his sinister embrace.

His hand was caressing the back of my neck, moaning at the ripples of his smoldering fingerprints. My naked bum was on the edge of the table, Ethan looming over me, inching his erection towards me. When it skimmed my core, I yelped loudly, grasping onto the edges of the table. It felt like I was already exploding with fervor but it was only the beginning.

"You want us to feel the full effect?" he whispered in my ear. His warm breath was a caress all its own. Shivers dripped down my neck. He playful rubbed his manhood over my core and drenching it in my nectar, his moan cutting into my ear. His voice sounded so wonderful. I knew it was killing him to wait for my response, moaning as it went up and down, listening to my whimpers.

"Oh, yes—" I moaned then was cut off.

He jabbed it inside me and the loudest of all screams we had ever made ruptured through the library, my mind hazing over in pleasure. The walls inside me tightened around his manhood, the muscles in my gut tensing to keep him in place. I could literally feel every nerve in my body jolt at the intensity, gushes of euphoria rolled through my body, growing heavier when he pulled out then in again.

My throat burned and swelled at screaming for the umpteenth time as he now pumped himself into me at a rapid speed. I couldn't pinpoint where the last pleasure stopped and where the next begun. So my voice was gone, not even having the energy to scream anymore. I relished in the sensation, holding onto his shoulders.

At some point, my whole body lied on the table and he hovered over me, pumping in and out. The intensity making me weary and at the same time, crave more, for it to never end, for him to never stop. My mind was in a whirlwind of emotions and although there was a tiny crack trying to reclaim my sanity, the more he thrust, the more it disappeared.

More! More! More!

"Harder," I begged. The feeling was like a drug, molding me to ecstasy, the feeling of his manhood pumping inside me repeatedly overwhelming my senses.

He cursed in my ear, feeling every drop of my nectar on him driving him crazy. The table was large enough for him to roll me over to where he was under, his pumping never wavering, holding my hips to pump harsher. There wasn't a piece of pain that'd hit me since I took the pill, every pinch, every rip inside me was replaced with pleasure.

Then I felt it coming, the ripples of fire exploding from my stomach to my core, inflaming all my senses. Ethan felt it too, his own deadly inferno now breaking through his barriers and he pulled out quickly. We came together, the last rupture of ecstasy giving us back our sanities.

We breathed heavily, my body now lying on his in exhaustion. I'd never felt that much pleasurable insanity rush over me at once and...I really wasn't sure if I wanted it to again. It felt like my mind had been controlled by a primal s****l being. And I could only feel the aftermath of it, leaving only thoughts of "more" and "harder" and "faster" in my mind.

My willpower against s*x was completely gone.

After a minute, I captured my strength and pushed myself off of him, needing to get away. The rules stated that I needed to sleep with them but they never said for how long. He was still trying to catch his breath by the time I found my gown. Once I slipped it on, I marched to the door then looked back at him over my shoulder. Should I say something? What do you say after a situation like this?

So I said nothing, opening the door to leave and head upstairs to my room. The heat was still embracing me and I increased my speed so some wind would hit me on the way. I felt all tingly inside and I wondered if it was the pill wearing off.

Opening the door to my room, I walked in more exhausted than when I started running, pressing my back to the door after closing it behind me. I couldn't get off of it and decided that sleeping on the floor for the night wouldn't hurt.

"Was he good?"

The voice startled me awake, heart racing at the familiarity of it. Except now, it sounded hurt and angry. In the moonlight shining, I could see the shadowy figure of Zeph sitting on my bed, a slither of light shining on one green eye.

Heart hammering in my chest, I chocked, "Zeph!" What was he doing here?

"You sounded like you liked it." I pushed myself up using the door as support feebly, my head throbbing with pain. It seems so long since I felt it. "Did he hurt you?" Now he sounded concerned.

A headache was arising and all I wanted to do was lie down and not deal with this. Not now, in the morning...maybe. He got off the bed and walked to me, my vision so hazy that I swear there was two of him approaching. The pill used up all my energy. But I had some to spare when he grasped my elbows, leading me to the bed.

My bed never felt so good, the comforter conforming into my body shape and the pillow fluffed underneath my head. Now that my body was supported, I put all my exertion into answering him. Now getting a good look at him, he looked like he was the one about to break apart and not me.

"He didn't hurt me," I denied tiredly. The bed dipped when he crawled beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist. I liked this natural feeling of his body lively and caring, not at all experimental and drug induced. I missed him. "It...it was the pill."

"The pill?" he asked worriedly. "What pill?"

"The pill Ethan gave me. He said it was to...enhance s****l stimuli...it's making me tired now." I could barely hear my own voice.

Through the fog of drowsiness, I could see Zeph's brow furrow madly, his arms shaking me awake. "Serene, why'd you take the pill? That was really dangerous and stupid."

Was he scolding me while I was half awake? "Ethan took it first. So he's going through this withdrawal like I am. Happy?"

"Not in the slightest." I could see his jaw clench in frustration, taking his hand off my waist to rake through his hair. "Serene, never do anything like that again, you hear me?" My eyes drifted close but he shook me awake again, his green eyes dead serious. "Promise me!"

"Yes, sir," I muttered. "I'll never take it again." And I was for real. I'd never touch it again because that clouded mind feeling made me feel like s**t after it evaporated.

Zeph sighed, his body digging closer to me and I embraced it like a long lost friend, resting my head on his chest. "Good. I'll just remember to kill Ethan tomorrow." I would have laughed if I didn't think he was serious.

"Be a good boy." He chuckled and held me tighter, kissing my hair.

The clocking chiming for midnight put me to sleep.