“Make me come,” she groaned. “I’m so fucking close.”
“You want to come?” I whispered. “You fucking ask for permission.”
“Please. Make me come.”
“Tell me I’m your fucking king. Tell me you’ll bow to me whenever I ask.”
“Yes,” she groaned, my cock slamming deep inside her. “Oh fuck yes, I’ll bow. You’re my king, Trip. Please, fuck me.”
I held her tight and fucked her mercilessly, unflinching and rough. She took my thick cock like a good girl, knowing she needed it, knowing she needed my big fucking cock. I kissed her lips, stifling her moans, and worked my cock.
I felt her coming before she began to moan it. Her whole body tensed and her fingers grabbed at my hair, pulling it back. I grunted, grinning, as I fucked her pussy, pleasure rolling through me, desire and intensity filling me.
She came hard, her whole body into it, twitching and out of control. I pushed myself deep inside her, groaning, and realized I was about to come.
I fucked her deep and fast until my cock came hard, deep inside her pussy. It was a sweet intensity exploding through my veins as I fucked her. Bryce was fire for me, fire and heat and flames all tearing through my core. I fucked her deep and came inside that tight pussy, knowing I needed it.
Slowly our orgasms passed. I lifted her off and slowly she slid down to the ground.
I collapsed next to her. We lay there on the forest floor, and I couldn’t help but grin. I felt so damn good for the first time since that night with her, before that asshole tried to kill us both. I felt perfect and light and right. This was why I needed her. She made me feel this way even when I wasn’t fucking her, and that was so incredibly rare.
I held her tightly against me, breathing the cool morning air.
“I don’t want to get up,” I said.
“Good,” she whispered. “Stay here with me.”
“Fine. Fuck being a king, at least for a few minutes.”
She nuzzled her lips against my neck, and I held her.
27
Bryce
That was the magic I had been looking for, ever since I came to Starkland.
In my mind, when Dad got the invitation in the mail, I couldn’t help but envision an ancient land full of princes and princesses. Of course, Starkland was ancient, and it did have princes, but it wasn’t a fairy tale. It was real life with real modernity butting up against the idealized image I had stuck in my head. I wanted it to be a storybook, but of course it wasn’t.
It was real and gritty and dirty and terrifying. But that afternoon in the forest was my first true moment of magic since we went on the vacation. I couldn’t deny it, and I wouldn’t even bother. Trip’s body against mine, his muscles tense as he lifted me into the air to fuck me deep and rough, that was what I wanted.
Sure, that sort of thing wasn’t exactly in Disney princess movies. They didn’t often show the prince’s bulging muscles as he slammed his thick cock inside Cinderella. But you know he did, and you know she loved it.
Just like I absolutely loved it when Trip took me and made me his. That was what I wanted from a king, all strength and raw power. His body was incredible as he worked me, fucking me rough and hard, making me come so deep that I could barely think afterward.
That was my real magic moment. There were no flying birds or magic pumpkins or creepy dwarves. There was just flesh and blood, Trip in his family’s ancient forest, surrounded by real magic and real history. I didn’t need the Disney crap anymore. I was beginning to realize that the real stuff was so much better than anything they could draw up in cartoons.
Real bodies, real sweat, real skin. That was what I wanted. And Trip gave it to me, more and more.
Life at the estate was simple. I didn’t see Trip much for a few days after that time in the forest. I spent my afternoons walking the grounds, hanging out with my father and sometimes Lucy, and basically trying to entertain myself. It wasn’t like I was bored, exactly, but there was no conflict, no real goals.
The estate was essentially the opposite of the rest of the country, though. As we spent our days in paradise, the rest of the country was getting worse and worse. The war in the south was intensifying as Trip moved his troops in and attacked the rebels. They kept getting foiled, though the rebels never actually won any battles or anything like that.
Meanwhile, Stehen itself was going through some stuff. During the day, people were protesting the use of a curfew and the Secret Police were blamed for several bad things. Trip publically denied that the Secret Police were doing anything illegal, but I wasn’t so sure. He had seemed so torn about using them to begin with, which had to mean that he knew they were capable of doing some pretty intense and bad things.