Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
I have to keep a grip on the notion that this is not entirely real. There’s something make-believe about all of it, the darkness and the light, the good and the bad. I am able to stay sane because I know somewhere in the universe, there’s a place where ramen is better with an egg, and I’ve probably missed finals. Somewhere in the universe, I’m a dropout and fired babysitter. Or a missing person. I wonder if anyone is looking for me. I might be on a milk carton, if they hadn’t stopped doing that before I was born.
“You’re not paying attention,” Charming says, frowning at me.
“I’m just… there’s a lot to think about.”
“The only thing you need to think about is the dragon.”
“The dragon is the only thing I don’t know about,” I point out. “I’ve met him once, and he didn’t seem to want to hurt me, so I don’t really see why I should want to hurt him.”
“Because the dragon must be slain for the Happily Ever After to happen,” he says. I hear faint echoes of Chip Taunton in that sentence. There are rules to this kind of world, rules that even a child understands. Maybe children understand them better than I do. Maybe I’ve taken too many classes, and educated myself past the point I can connect to the fundamental properness of the narrative I find myself wrapped in.
CRACK!
That is the sound of a bamboo cane being brought down across my ass. Hard.
“The fuck!” I gasp, shocked.
Charming is giving me a hard, stern stare. “I told you to pay attention.”
He strips off his fencing jacket, apparently in a display of being very serious and meaning what he says, but now he is naked from the waist up, his torso rippling in a very engaging way. I am not supposed to become distracted, apparently. I am supposed to be the perfect sword-student. There’s nobody on any planet who could be in the presence of this alien and not feel absolute raging desire.
“That hurts,” I complain. “And I’m sorry, but there is a lot going on right now, so maybe you can fucking chill for a second.”
He becomes scowlier, sterner, and somehow even hotter. “Did the dragon fucking chill for a second when it crashed our wedding?”
“I guess not, but hey, maybe it wanted an invitation. Remember, this creature saved my life within the first hour of me being here. I’m not going to stab it with what has to be like a toothpick to it. I’m humoring you by learning this stuff, but this isn’t going to be how this all goes.”
“You’re humoring me,” he says in a way that suggests I should be more careful about choosing my words.
“Yeah. If I’m being honest.”
“So kind of you to humor me,” he growls, taking another swing at me with the cane. I dash out of the way, avoiding the direct stroke of the stick, but not the tip. The very whippy, stinging, and cruel end of the cane catches my thigh, making me shriek.
“Dick!” I curse. That’s even less respectful, but I have to admit I no longer care. I was abducted to this world to be married as a princess, and that hasn’t worked out. So now we’re playing with swords and planning to kill the thing that saved me because it has bad wedding etiquette. I don’t know exactly what is going on here, but I know it is not as simple as Charming is making it out to be.
“Do you want cock, princess? Is that it?”
He drops the cane and advances on me, hands outstretched. Now there’s a little smirk at the corner of his mouth, and I get the sense that he intends to take this out on me in a new way. I try very hard not to giggle with excited glee.
“Naughty princesses who will not learn their fencing forms will inevitably find themselves impaled another way,” he lectures me as he begins to strip me of my clothing piece by piece, my bra covering the empty sockets of some unfortunate person passed on before. I’ve never asked who the skulls belong to, or why they’re arranged in a sort of tumbly way, almost cheerfully.
I notice this as I tumble myself onto the bed, naked across black silken sheets as King Charming follows me down, his cock rampant with dominance. I feel my thighs being parted, and my hips lifted up. He is maneuvering me and positioning me as if I am little more than a toy to fuck.
The king’s cock surges inside me in a single stroke, taking me deeply. I let out a long moan of completion. This feels so good, so right. This feels like what I deserve, and what I have always needed.
He begins to fuck me with powerful, long strokes, making me take every inch of him. I am face down on the bed, and that means I cannot see his expression as he ravages me, but I can imagine the expression, disciplinary and dominant, and…