CHAPTER TWO: REBEL PRINCESS

Elara's POV

“Get her!” A gaurd screamed as soon as I started running but I heard my father’s voice telling him to not waste energy.

I didn’t stop , until my legs finally give out. I lean against a rough wooden door. It's a club; it's where people go to drink and forget. I push inside. The air stank with beer and sweat, laughter as bodies crammed together in sinful poses.

The big guy at the door put an arm to stop me from going in. I pull off the gold chain around my waist ,iy was under my panties, so the guards didn't catch it. I hold it out. “Get them out” I say, voice trembling and shaky but still firm. “I want the place empty. You can keep this.”

He seizes the chain, real wide-eyed at the real thing. “You serious?” he grunts.

“I am very serious.” I push past him.

He takes one good look at the gold chain and sniffs it. “Out! Everybody out! Place is closed!” He yelled. People complain but they all move out. The door slams shut behind the last one. It gets quiet, except for the fire.

I find a table in the corner. There are bottles everywhere. I grab one with dark liquor and pour some into a mug. It burned my chest so bad and made me cough violently , but I drink more, faster. Pour another. The room starts shifting, and my head felt like it was floating. I want to forget about the throne room, the king's anger, Mother's crying and the guards grabbing me.

I stand up, legs shaky. The club suddenly became broken bigger. My legs feel so heavy. Stumbling, my mug still in hand, I walked past doors after opening them only to find empty rooms. At the end, near the bar, I see someone . A man sits all alone drinking from a mug. His shirt is stuck to his shoulders and his pants are tight. His hair falls over his eyes. He looks like he fits in here.

I was dizzy from the drink. “Sex workers are as common in spots like this.” I slurred.

“Since father is ashamed, I might as well do something to make him feel that way.” I mumbled and smirked.

I walk over to him, heart racing. Without a word, I let my underwear drop to the ground. The fabric lands at my feet. The air touches me, and my nipples get hard. My slightly hairy pussy was in his full view.

I pull the other gold chain from around my waist. It hangs in my hand. “Here,” I say, dropping it in his lap. “Fuck me. I want it rough.”

He looks up from his drink, then pauses. Eyes wide, then narrow. He sets it down slow. “What the hell? I'm not a sex worker. Get that away from me.” He said in a deep , angry voice. He stands up, towering over me, but doesn't touch the chain.

My skin burns with shame. "Sorry, sir. I just want to forget. Show me the real world. I don't know how much time before it all goes wrong anyway." I'm shaking, but I look him in the eyes. The alcohol made me braver than I should be.

He stares at me, bringing his jaw tight. “Do you not wish to talk? About that which made you run here?”

“No.” I shake my head. I want to fuck. My hands start moving, like I've seen servants do at the palace when they thought no one was looking . His belt, I tug at. And since he did not stop me, I took a step forward and pull his pants open. His cock springs out, thick and all ready hard. It twitches; his veins pulse. I dropped down on my knees on the dirty floor, not caring what it is. My mouth is watering because I haven't tried this, but I have to.

I wrap my lips around his cock, moving my tongue. He tastes salty. I suck softly at first, then harder. My cheeks pull in as I move my head, saliva dribbling down. His cock gets bigger in my mouth, hard against my tongue.

“Damn,” he groans, his hands tight at his sides. “Stop... you shouldn't... shit.” But he doesn't stop me . His hand is tight in my hair, pushing me deeper. I gag a little when he goes too far, but I keep going, sucking. My pussy tightens, gettin wet.

He pulls me up fast, rough. “You want it? Fine.” He He turns me around, bending me over the table. My breasts press against the wood, ass up. I spread my legs, showing my virgin pussy. “It’s wet, ready.” He mumbled as he spat on his palm and rubbed it all over my pussy, his rough palm rubbing against my already erected clit making it twitch.

He spreads my feet. His cock teasing my entrance. “You need this?” he growls.

“Yeah. Fuck me. Please.” I push back, eager to enjoy what the servants had been enjoying.

He pushes deep inside, without warning. Pain breaks me open. I scream; blood comes out with the liquid, but the burn quickly turns pleasurable. He's huge cock deep inside me.

“Tight,” he says, holding my hips. “Virgin, huh?” He pulls back slowly, then slides in again. The table creaks.

“More. Don't stop.” Each thrust shakes me, his cold balls slapping my clit. The pain goes away and it's pleasure now. I'm gripping the table like my life depended on it.

“Do you like that? Is that real enough?” His hand pulls my hair back,making me face the ceiling. I arch my back .

“Yeah! Oh god, yes!” I shout.

He finds my clit. He rubs it in harsh rough circles, making me move.

“I wanna pee, please stop.” I cried out in ecstasy.

“Thats not pee, Come for me,” he says, thrusting deeper.

“I'm losing it,” I mumbled as I felt my pussy tighten around his cock. Heat rushes through me, and my legs shake.

He groans. “Damn, I'm close.”

"Release inside," I screamed the exact same words I heard maids speak, and I felt his cum fill me.

He moved back and sat back on his chair and I tried to stand, but my legs felt like jelly.

His face was the last thing I saw before my darkness enveloped me.