12|| A Reoccurring Nightmare 🔞

A week passed in the blink of an eye, but to me it felt like I had been living in limbo.

For the most part, things had certainly changed since the day I taught Head Maid Smite and her little clique a well-deserved lesson. Overnight, everything shifted.

My quarters had finally started to resemble a place where a human being could live. The heater was replaced with a new, fancier model. My fireplace was stocked with enough wood to last me the rest of the year, and for once, I didn’t have to think about the fact that I might get sick from the cold. I also had warmer clothes in my wardrobe, and food appeared regularly enough that I no longer had to worry about going hungry. I’d been able to recover properly, without the constant ache in my whole body.

Even though I still only had Popoy, who was trying her best to handle everything on her own. My life in the palace had become bearable. Even quiet and peaceful.

So, I should have been happy.

But I wasn’t.

Because as crazy as it sounds, I had become so used to pain and torture that the comfort scared me. Every time I ate something good, or I laid in a comfortable position in my bed, I felt like a leash was wrapped tight around my neck dragging me so tight I couldn’t breathe.

Especially since I now knew, without a doubt, that someone in this palace wanted me gone.

I barely passed through the first Seduction Trial, and after that I could only hear radio silence. No one came to call me, I got no feedback or no instructions on when or how the next trial would come, or what kind of soul-crushing torture it would be. The anxiety was killing me Every day I woke expecting some cruel new test that I’d have no choice but to do.

And then there was him.

I hadn’t seen His Majesty since that night. Not even a glimpse of his mask. His quarters were in the main house, but Poppy said His Majesty doesn’t walk about the castle and just stays in his throne room and his quarters.

That didn’t make me feel better at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about what was taking him so long. What was he doing? Why hadn’t he summoned me? Why hadn’t he fucked me yet?

I was terrified that maybe he’d forgotten me. That everyone had. And that I was really doing to die in my quarters and no one will even remember I existed.

But the worst of it, killing me the most were the dreams.

The same recurring nightmare since the day I first fainted of myself in that strange, endless space and of a voice whispering in my head.

It didn’t feel like a dream anymore. When I woke, my body was heavy, as if someone had pressed rocks on my chest. A chill would run down my back so much I’d shiver and my heart was beating so violently it felt like one day it would stop. Then I’d feel like I was falling off a cliff over and over.

Until I thought it was going to drive me insane.

And…

“Oh—fuck~” My whole body trembled as I threw a shaky hand over my mouth trying to muffle the needy sounds spilling out. Saliva slipped from the corner of my mouth, trailing down my cheek as I tried hard to keep myself quiet, scared that Poppy might hear me while she worked in the house.

I was laying flat on my back with my legs spread wide and my lower body was naked. My fingers plunged between my pussy folds, dragging against the desperate heat that had been tormenting me since I fainted.

Ever since then, it’s like a fire has been set deep in my bones. My skin felt like it was too hot for me to handle and I felt every nerve in my body aching so much I couldn’t breath.

I can’t think. I can’t stop.

My hips started bucking against my hand, trying to get more pleasure, like my fingers weren't enough for me. My thighs shook and clenched, my juices dripping down to stain the sheets, and still it wasn’t enough. No matter how hard I rubbed, it would never be enough.

“Oh my fucking—ahhh!” My hips lifted off the bed, jerking like I’d been possessed. My hand was soaked with my fingers moving so fast and sloppy making me uttering drunk with pleasure. It was slipping over my drenched pussy but still it just wasn’t enough. My eyes rolled back until I saw white, sweat sticking my hair to my face as my body trembled like a ravaged animal.

I’m in heat. For the first time in my miserable fucking life, I’m in heat.

The burn was crawling up my skin, licking through my veins like fire and venom. Every part screamed and clenched even though it made no sense at all. It shouldn’t have been possible, not for a wolfless omega. I’d never felt this way before, Not when Elias fucked me for the first time, not when he said we were mates, not when he swore he loved me enough for both of us.

But now—fuck. Now I can’t stop. .

My fingers weren’t enough. And I knew they were never going to me. They pumped in and out of me, squelching wet, dirty sounds filling the room, but it wasn’t the hard thickness I needed. I needed a dick, I needed a hard cock in me really bad.

“F-fuck, fuck—please, more, I need more—” I gasped, choking on my own words as my toes curled, my laps spread wider with my legs digging into the sheets. My clit throbbed under my thumb. It was so swollen and was throbbing under my fingers but every time I tried to cum it would send me spiraling and still didn’t push me over the edge.

I slammed my palm against the mattress, groaning. “Oh god, it’s not enough—fuck, my fingers aren’t fucking enough!” My voice cracked into a whine, mew like a moan, like a whimpering dog while my pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for anything to rip me open and fill the emptiness.

Then I did something I swore I’d never do. Something filthy, something that made my chest twist with shame even as my pussy clenched around my own fingers.

I thought of him.

His Majesty.

Those piercing, soul-shattering eyes burned into my mind, mercilessly. I pictured his sculpted body towering over me, his frame almost swallowing me whole. His broad chest would be pressing down on me if I was nothing but prey pinned under a terrifying predator about to be eaten alive.

I imagined his strong veined hands forcing my thighs apart, with his rough palms spreading me wide while his mouth devoured me like he owned me. His tongue would be shoved deep and curling inside me, making me sob and thrash as he drank every drop of juice pouring out of me.

“Ah! Mhm~”My free hand went to my tits, squeezing them hard, desperate, but it wasn’t enough. Gosh if it were his hands, his sexy hands would be gripping me, kneading my perky breasts like they were his to ruin, leaving bruises and bite marks across my chest, across my throat, down to my belly.

He’d leave me covered in his mark. He’d claim me as his property. .

“F-fuck—” I gasped out, trying hard to catch my breath as my fingers slipped deeper inside me.

I pictured him grabbing me by the neck, dragging me back against his chest and snarling into my ear “Mine. You’re my sex slave.”

The thought made my pussy gush out, it made my thighs tremble uncontrollably. My clit throbbed under my thumb as I cried hard, finding it impossible to keep quiet.

Then I imagined his cock slamming into me so hard the bed would shake. His weight would be pinning me down as his hips pounded into mine. Every thrust would be going deep into my bones. Every time his waist hit mine I’d be sinking into heaven.

In my head, he fucked me like he hated me. Like he’d break me apart and rebuild me to his taste. He fucked me like a dorminant Alpha, like the monster king he is.

“Y-yes, harder, please—fuck me harder!” I moaned out loud, tears spilling out from the corners of my eyes as my body thrashed on the bed uncontrollably.

My walls clenched tight around my fingers pulsing like a heart beat as hot orgasm gushed out of me, running down my thighs and soaking into my sheets. My thighs shook uncontrollably, trembling as wave after wave of pleasure hit me like a truck. I slapped a hand over my mouth, biting down on my palm as I screamed, shutting my eyes tight.

Until my hand slipped out of me, falling back on the bed as I panted, trying to catch my breath. You were really growing crazy, how could I…how dare I…

I pressed my head in my pillow in shame, I wanted a man like you would want air and he hasn’t even touched me yet.