I woke up to warmth and for a fleeting second,I thought maybe the palace had finally hired some kind of magical central heating, because the room had been freezing when princess Charlotte had left and I drifted off.
My eyelids twitched,too heavy to open, but my body..my body knew something was wrong.
That warmth wasn't around me. It was on me.
Something pressed against my lap, right where it shouldn't. Pressed and moving. A slow drag back and forth, the kind of motion that sent a dangerous tingle racing up my spine
I mumbled,half-asleep, shifting weakly. My mind tried to rationalize it away. A dream maybe. Just another humiliating dream where I was at the mercy of my cursed imagination. Except this wasn't fading like a dream. The heat, the pressure,the friction…it was all too real.
And it felt..good,too good. My chest rose in a shaky breath as the sensation pulsed through me, stronger with every roll of whatever was grinding down against me. My body betrayed me instantly,traitor! Blood gushed South as my trousers strained.
A dream. Please let it be a Dream.
Then my eyes snapped open alarmed.
Moonlight filtered through gauzy curtains, painting the chamber in sliver. The ceiling glittered with embedded crystals, soft light shimmering across the polished walls. My vision dropped to the weight pinning me down.
And then I saw her. Princess Charlotte. And she was Naked.
Her scarlet hair spilled around her shoulders like fire set loose. Her golden eyes were half-lidded, glowing with lewd satisfaction. She straddled my hips, her body gleaming in the pale light,her chains discarded carelessly on the floor. She ground herself against me in slow,steady motions, moans spilling from her lips without shame, each one leader than the last.
My soul left my body.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" My voice cracked so loud it could have woken the entire palace. I thrashed under her,panic flooding every nerve.
Charlotte didn't even flinch. She caught wrists easily, pressing them into the mattress with humiliating strength. My arms shook uselessly against her grip. She was stronger than me,way stronger. Maybe it was just the moment… or maybe she was always stronger.
"Shhh,little virgin," she whispered, her voice husky with delight. " Don't fight.. this is all I want tonight."
Her hips rolled again, grinding against me harder, dragging across the bulge she'd already forced from me. My back arched without permission.
"Y-You can't…stop…this is..' my brain scrambled for words as I panted under her weight.
Charlotte moaned, louder this time, head tilting back as her scarlet hair tumbled down her back. The sound sent a shiver straight through me, equal parts terror and something worse… something that made my thighs clench helplessly.
"Don't worry," she breathed, leaning closer,her lips brushing the edge of my ear. "I won't take everything. Not yet,just this much. This much is enough for now."
Her words melted into another shameless moan as she pressed down harder on me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the heat flooding through me.
"Please..pleasee stop…I can't.."
"Don't pretend," she crooned, her voice a wicked purr. " I can feel you. You're trembling for me." She ground down once more, and a humiliating sound tore from my throat. "Mmm. You're mine already."
Tears of frustration pricked at my eyes. "I.. I'm not.."
And then, like the devil had been waiting for the perfect moment, Alma's voice shrieked into my skull.
"OH..MY..GODDDD!"
My eyes bulged. "NOT NOW!" I screamed inwardly
Alma cackled so hard I could feel static fizz in my brain. "Master, this is priceless! A princess is riding you like an alarm clock and you're squeaking like a guinea pig. Your face..ahhh, I wish I could screenshot it!"
"HELP ME!"
"Help you? Why would I stop this? You're stiff enough to use as a lance. This is comedy gold."
Charlotte didn't notice…or maybe she didn't care that I was half-yelling at myself. Her moans grew ragged, desperate,louder as she lost herself in her own rhythm. Her nails dug into my chest through the thin fabric as she rocked harder, chasing her release with zero shame.
My own body reached it breaking point. My muscles clenched,my breathing short and frantic, my thoughts dissolving into panic. "Charlotte…I..I can't.."
Her voice broke into a cry, sharp and lewd, filling the chamber with a sound that would haunt me forever. Her whole body trembled above, her moans spilling until she collapsed forward, shuddering against my chest.
At the same instant, the unbearable pressure inside me snapped. Heat tore through me, my back arching,a strangled gasp escaping my throat as humiliation and reluctant pleasure crashed together.
It was over seconds..too fast, too shameful,too real.
Charlotte sighed, rolling off me with the grace of someone who'd claimed a victory she never doubted. She sprawled across the sheets, one hand trailing lazily down her body as she giggled, touching herself again, dragging out the final sparks of her climax. She didn't even look at me.
Alma, however, materialized in shimmering light at the end of the bed, bouncing like an excited child.
"WELL,WELL,WELL," she sang, clapping her hands together. "My Master just shared his first climax with a princess at dawn. Without even taking his pants off! Ohhh,if only your gamer buddies could see you now."
"I…it wasn't…I didn't.." My voice broke into pathetic fragments.
Alma wagged her finger. "Tsk tsk. No excuses. I felt it. You enjoyed it, Master. You can deny all you want, but your system logs don't lie."
My face burned hotter than the sun. "There's a log?!"
Charlotte moaned softly beside me, still teasing herself lazily as she stretched out like a cat. "Mmm," She purred, eyes half-shut in smug delight. "Don't worry, pet. That's all I'll take…tonight."
Alma squealed, rolling midair. "Listen to her! So casual! So filthy! She treats you like a midnight snack and you're too weak to fight her off. I could die laughing."
I pressed my palms to my eyes, trembling. My body still.buzzed with unwanted aftershock, my dignity in tatters. I was terrified. Humiliated. And worse… I knew Alma would never let me live this down.
The silence stretched for only a few heartbeats before the universe decided to mock me further.
A roar split the night. Deep, guttural, ancient. The sound shook the palace walls, rattling the chandeliers, reverberating through my bones.
The white fire dragon had awakened.