Day 1 Hour 19 Minute 35 Second 04
A pitch-black raven circled above the white forest. Its powerful wings flapped in the warm sun as it sailed through the air, diving toward the white forest to cool itself against the summer's heat. The bird smoothly descended onto a snowy branch, its dark claws instantly gripping the icy limb. Its obsidian eyes surveyed the world below with cold scrutiny.
The White Forest was a tempest of snow and biting wind, a perpetual, freezing chamber. Against the blinding white, the princesses were islands of color and fur, their every sharp, white plume of breath easily visible in the frigid air. Their noses were tipped red from the chill, yet their focus remained sharp.
Daniela, centered and unnaturally still, held her obsidian bow loosely in her grasp, its etched surface cold against her gloved hands. The dark gems of her choker and bracelet hummed faintly—filled with Jasper's energy, generating an almost invisible thermal barrier. While the other princesses' hair whipped chaotically about in the gale, Daniela's remained unnaturally calm. Her maids battled the wind next to her, their flowing locks threatening to blind them from the path ahead.
"We have been walking for so long! This is starting to feel like a waste of time," Bella complained for what felt like the thousandth time. She extinguished the fireball crackling in her palm, only to reignite it again, her boredom getting the better of her.
Princess Jaden watched the tranquil stillness of Daniela's hair, utterly unaffected by the whipping wind, and wondered what trick the woman was employing. The rest of them were forced to cup their hands before their faces to shield their eyes. The only other person faring as well as Daniela was Princess Fox, but this was her domain; she was an Ice Conjurer after all. "The snow is deeper than I thought it would be. Should we turn back?"
Princess Fox's head was held particularly high as she directed her power, making the snow swirl around her instead of directly into her face. She glanced back at the other princesses struggling to see, only to pause when she saw Daniela's tranquil form. It was as if Daniela were the Snow Queen, and Fox merely her minion. Snorting in disdain, Fox turned away, leading the group deeper into the white forest. Her shoulders rolled dismissively as she muttered, "I didn't beg any of you to come. It's not as if you'll be any help."
A horrifying chorus of guttural screeches pierced the whistling wind. The sound ripped through the air, momentarily stunning the group. From the swirling snow, thirty ghostly white Amorok materialized.
"I thought they would be bigger. Like sasquatches," Daniela said to her maids.
They were large but surprisingly thin, she quickly noted, moving low to the ground on four legs. Their fur was utterly white, ensuring perfect camouflage. A long tail lashed behind each one, ending in an ice blade, sharp, jagged, and shaped like a triangle. As one creature shrieked, she saw the glint of needle-sharp teeth that came to deadly points. Their eyes were a vibrant, glowing blue, but she watched as one hunkered down into the drifts, its eyes snapping shut completely, making the animal virtually impossible to spot.
The three maids exchanged a confused glance, unsure of Daniela's meaning. They had grown accustomed to her saying things beyond their comprehension. "They seem to be the regular size, my princess. I am not well acquainted with the cysquatch you speak of," Josephine spoke up for the group.
"Deeper into the white forest, there are mature Amorok. Quite a bit larger than most men," Lola promised. Ida nodded in agreement.
Bella, ever reckless, grinned. A ball of pure, incandescent flame ignited in her palm, casting a warm, dangerous glow across her face. She wound her arm back, then snapped it forward in a powerful throw. The fiery comet slammed into an advancing Amorok. The creature shrieked, singed badly, and immediately retreated—harmed, but not killed.
"You nearly burned my face!" Heather screamed. Her arm snapped out, and thorny whips burst from her fingertips, lashing out at the approaching beast. The thorny whips latched onto the Amorok's fur as she pulled, tearing its fur and injuring its skin superficially. "Another one of your fireballs comes near me, and I'll rip your face off!" She vaulted forward, launching herself into the fray.
"Watch it!" Ashley yelled, stressed. She struggled, pulling her hands together as if tearing the air itself, attempting to conjure a focused gust of wind, but it was immediately weighed down by trapped snow and ice, turning her attack into a heavy, inaccurate spiral that missed its target entirely. The Amorok she aimed at didn't even bother to move. Its eyes followed her ill-aimed attack, the beast almost looking intelligent as it tilted its head in confusion.
Jaden moved slowly, lethargically. The solidified water around her magic made every move taxing. When she managed to release a blast of ice-laden water, it moved with the speed of frozen molasses, completely ineffective against the swift Amorok. She dropped her arms to her sides in defeat and focused on defending herself. "Do you plan on helping, or just enjoying our protection?!" Jaden couldn't understand why Daniela stood as still as a statue, completely unconcerned or unperturbed by the growing chaos around them.
"It's every princess for herself! Why would I need to contribute!" Daniela said dismissively. She had intended to hunt, but she wasn't trying to be in a life-or-death battle. She'd learned how to use firearms in her previous life, even shot a bow and arrow at camp. It was more than enough to make her confident. But they weren't acting like a team, so she didn't intend to break up the status quo.
Fox, in her elegant, exposed ball gown, moved with chilling grace. Her white hair billowed slightly, but her skin radiated the cold, keeping her warm. She pulled back the string on her steel bow, her fingers pressing against her cheek as she slowly blew out a stream of air. A long arrow formed along the path of her breath. She was freezing the air around her, solidifying and shaping it into a perfect weapon. She released the string, letting loose a flurry of ice spears, her aim unnaturally precise, catching one Amorok mid-leap and pinning it against a thick, frost-covered tree. The spears reformed instantly as cuffs, holding the Amorok prisoner, freezing it in position.
"First kill is mine!" She grinned triumphantly, walking toward her prey. Once closer, she used the frozen ground beneath her to raise an ice prison around the animal, leaving it to freeze or suffocate to death, whichever came first. Her magic still couldn't pierce its thick hide enough to deliver a death blow.
The Amorok thrashed, its desperate screeches muffled by the thick ice, visibly suffocating. Fox dropped her bow, a triumphant, smug look settling on her face.
"No one's impressed you can smother an Amorok! Make it bleed if you want my adoration," Heather said uncaringly. As it stood, none of them had made these creatures bleed.
But before the ice could claim its prey, a huge, amber-eyed Amorok burst from the drifts and slammed its powerful head into Fox's barrier. The ice exploded into a thousand glittering shards, freeing its comrade. Fox instinctually stopped the shards, holding them suspended in the air. She snarled, then launched the crystalline fragments outward in a vicious flurry. Fox's eyes widened slightly in anger. "Fuck!" she hissed at the escaping creature. She stomped her booted foot on the snowy ground, making the ice crackle, irritation taking over her form as she cussed incessantly. This had been her plan, her idea to come out and hunt these animals, and she couldn't even kill one.
In that moment of chaos, an Amorok saw its opportunity and prepared to spring onto Bella's exposed flank.
Daniela was already moving. With a deep, deliberate breath, she drew back her obsidian bowstring. The black onyx arrow, swirling with the shadows of Jasper's magic, hummed with lethal potential. Her eye narrowed; her body was a pillar of still, deadly focus. She aimed with cold, unhurried precision. The arrow whistled through the wind, finding its mark in the right side of the beast's chest. The Amorok let out a horrifying shriek, collapsing in a painful, writhing heap, wounded but not slain.
The scream of pain was a shock not just to the creature but to everyone warring around it. The princesses all looked in Daniela's direction as they noticed the obsidian arrow and the way shadows seemed to swirl from its tip as it dug deep into the Amorok's flesh. Even its own kind paused in shock that one of them could be injured. Even with the White Forest on the castle grounds, the creatures were very rarely ever hunted. They remained in their frozen oasis, the uncontested top of the food chain for years.
Slowly, Daniela walked toward the downed beast, her steps crunching deliberately in the snow. She stood over it, placed the tip of her arrow between its eyes, and fired at point-blank range. The creature instantly went limp.
Daniela looked up, giving Bella a pleasant, yet undeniably playful, smile.
"You're welcome for your life! Are you not glad I am here!" Each word from Daniela was laced with open condescension. She had been mocked when she decided to tag along, and now she had saved that very woman's life.
"This one is mine," she stated, her voice clear above the storm. She turned her focus to the recently freed Amorok that had broken Fox's ice barrier, which was now moving to retreat. With the same cold precision, she raised her bow and shot it through the neck. The beast fell instantly. She made a mental note to thank Jasper for these bows infused with his magic. From what she knew, killing these beasts would not just help her, but also feed Jasper's beastly hunger.
"My princess is quite the shot," Lola spoke up, her voice carrying across the sudden quiet. The other beasts had already run away into the forest, and once hidden, they were impossible to find.
"Help me carry the Amorok!" Daniela commanded, her voice dry as the winter air. Josephine and Ida both wrapped the beasts in cloth before hoisting them onto their backs as if they were large sacks.
Princess Fox glared at Daniela, her hands clenching at her sides. "You are an infuriating parasite!" Frost began to coat Princess Fox's body as her anger radiated outward in a show of power.
"And yet I still saved you! You must train more!" Daniela laughed, her voice carrying across the snow with a musical tone.
"If it was not for the benefits given to you by Prince Jasper, you would be useless," Ashley huffed, feeling as if they were all embarrassed again by a cripple. As much as Daniela was reasonable and made sense, it didn't make it any easier to take a defeat from someone so low.
"Is it my fault that I am wise enough to seek assistance? Are your princes so negligent?" Daniela raised her brow as she turned back in the direction of the castle. "They let you enter the White Forest unarmed, considering your magic is useless against a beast like the Amorok. It is as if they wish you dead." The comment was thrown over her shoulder. She looked back at them with a feigned pity, as if she couldn't comprehend their poor position.
As Daniela and her maids made their way back from the forest, her forward momentum abruptly ceased. Her eyes widened as a familiar yet profoundly strange pulse began inside her. A sharp, intense pressure—a cold, alien presence—suddenly filled her anus. She grimaced as a wave of discomfort, sharp and immediate, washed over her form.
"Is something the matter, Princess?" Ida asked, noticing the way her princess's face flushed and her features scrunched up as if she were in pain.
Daniela waited a moment, fighting for composure, before beginning to walk again. Only to have the same sensation pulse into her—a feeling of being impossibly full, stretching—as another wave hit her tight ass.
"I'm going to fucking kill him!" Daniela hissed, instantly storming back toward the castle. Her pace renewed into a general's march until the sensation began again, this time relentlessly. It was a rhythmic, unyielding intrusion: in and out, in and out, as if someone was thrusting into her ass with a steady, punishing pressure.
Her breath left her in shallow gasps as she held her eyes closed, biting back a moan that coiled at the tip of her tongue. She refused to be embarrassed.
Daniela's mind raced back to this morning before she left Jasper's room. He had warned her she would be punished because his plans needed alterations given this new three-day timeline. She hadn't expected him to somehow be able to fuck her ass when he wasn't even near her.
Her lower lips clenched over nothing as her body felt full and empty all at once. A hot, sickeningly sweet flood of slickness began to flow down her inner thighs from her aching core, which was painfully unsatisfied. She soon became accustomed to the throbbing, as it was unyielding in its motion. Every step was a thrust; every muscle clench was a grinding friction against the unnameable fullness.
"Jesus!" She groaned, her nails digging into the bark of a tree as she rested against it, feeling sweat coat her brow. Her breath hitched—a small, broken sound. She bit her lip, tasting blood, hoping he would stop soon. "Ida, find Hermes, bring him to me." Daniela dropped to her knees. Her skirt gathered around her, muffling the intimate slide of her wet thighs, as she felt the relentless build in her body. She knew this was not Jasper's actual length. She had felt his cock more than enough times to be well acquainted with his size. This was small, like an anal plug of some sort—only this one she couldn't touch. It was just a visceral, phantom sensation that was driving her mad, blurring the line between torment and ecstasy.
The cold snow felt good against her flushed body. Her head hung forward, her body aching for release. As if he knew she was incredibly close, the sensation suddenly stopped. But she could still feel the fullness in her backside. Her anal sphincter pulsed, clenching desperately around the invisible, lingering essence.
Getting to her feet, she ignored the questioning looks of her maids and guards, who all stared at her in confusion. She took this opportunity to rush toward the castle. The quicker she got there, the quicker she would give that bastard a piece of her mind.
As they broke through the tree line of the white forest, the beating sun above warmed their bodies. Daniela could see Ida running toward her with Hermes quick on her tail. The demon looked concerned, but as aloof as always.
"Princess Daniela, I'm at your service!" Hermes said politely as he bowed deeply to her. As he bent forward, the long, dark tendrils of his hair fell away, momentarily exposing the skin of his mostly bald head. Daniela noticed this detail as he spoke, his voice deferential. He knew his place with her, and he would not question any of her orders.
"Bring me to him now!" She yelled, the sound catching all of them off guard. None of them had ever heard Daniela raise her voice before.
"Of course!" Hermes bowed, before turning in the direction of the castle. They had to take the carriage back up the long, winding road that would bring them to the back of the castle. Once inside, Hermes led her to Prince Jasper's study, understanding that the princess was in no mood to stand on ceremony. Hermes threw open Prince Jasper's doors with a resounding bang as he stepped aside so Daniela could enter the room. Unlike normal, she didn't close the door. Her pace didn't slow as she saw Jasper. She practically ran to his side, her arm cocking back before slapping him with every piece of hot, frustrated anger that had been growing in her body since the intrusion in her ass.
Jasper's cold black eyes dilated as his head snapped to the side from her vicious slap. It wasn't enough to truly harm him, but enough to be a bit of a pinch. He slowly turned his head back to her, his smile still in place. He knew exactly why she found him.
"It's a bit early for such games," Jasper whispered coolly, thinking of how she'd slapped him the other evening. Only the circumstances were far different.
Daniela huffed in irritation and she crossed her arms over her chest, momentarily forgetting how hard it was to punish someone like Jasper. "Whatever you did, undo it now!"
"I'm helping you!" He reached out to touch her green hair. Her hair was always so silky, and he liked the feel of it between his fingers. But before his fingers could even touch a strand, she snatched her head back and slapped his hand away.
"I do not need your type of charity!" She screeched.
The two had not noticed the growing crowd that stood just beyond the open door, who held looks of shock and bewilderment, witnessing a princess slapping a Crown Prince. An offense worthy of death. It was treason to harm a sovereign, and she had done it openly, without remorse or care.
"I knew they couldn't be as in love as everyone said!"
"That is what love can be!"
"Do you think she'll be beheaded?"
"I will tell the king what she has done!"
"Which king?"
"His King father, he'll surely kill the princess."
Daniela sighed as she heard the chatter drift into the study. Her sharp eyes turned to Hermes as if he were the biggest idiot in the world. She jabbed a finger in his direction. "Close the damn door!"
Scrambling, Hermes was caught off guard by her vulgar words. He'd never been spoken to that way by any woman, let alone a princess. Born to be mild-tempered and soft in her words, the vulgarity felt extra intimidating coming from Daniela, knowing that she was not stingy on threats. He rushed to the door, pulling it shut with a decisive click.
Holding her waist with her hands, she tilted her head back as she took a deep breath, creating distance between her and him. She was close enough to him she would still want to strike him. "Please! Take it out!"
Pushing back his dark, curly hair, Jasper sat back down on his chair as he shuffled through his papers. "No."
"Why?" She was still trying to be civil, but he was making it quite hard.
"I'm preparing you for the wedding, which will be happening soon. There is only one more challenge you need to conquer. When we are married, the first thing I will do is shove my cock in your ass. I'm preparing it."
His words were spoken as if he was talking about anything—the weather, how he liked his eggs—not his physical, internal intrusion into her ass. She staggered back a step, her face paling slightly. "You expect me to keep this inside of me for weeks?" Daniela couldn't help pacing the room. She tried to control her growing rage.
"I'll give breaks!." Looking up from his papers, he smiled at her. He wasn't just punishing her for messing with his plans. He was feeding himself. Every time she squeezed the coalescence of dark energy that he had deposited in her backside, his Beast would groan in delight. It had been too long, and his cravings hadn't disappeared yet. So he had to get creative, at her expense. But it would help her in the long run. He always kept his promises, and this was not one he intended to shy away from.