Slay The Princess Rule 34 の小説・ストーリー

The last time I was the center of attention, I was banished. They all looked at each other and even before mother spoke, I knew that I could not escape from this welcome party. This was required of me as their daughter. I was no longer Sophia the maid but Sophia the daughter of the Lycan king and queen of the North. I was now a princess and I must behave like one and fulfill my duties. It was a burden I have to live with for the rest of my life.

“Did you sleep well? He asked and I nodded. “I crave for my morning kiss” he started kissing my rims. We kissed each other like we were craving ourselves for a long time. “I want to suck them baby,” he pleaded for permission and I smiled. “Princess.. you are beautiful,” he responded, opening the buttons of my shirt. “So pink…like cherry,” he murmured, licking my hardened nipples. “Ohhh…,” I said, arching my back, giving him more of me. “Princess, you don’t know how long I have waited for this moment.” He said switching the nipple.

Prince Arthur opened his mouth to continue, but I stopped him, "If you would excuse me, I was on my way somewhere when you met me." I tilted my head to signal Adrian, turned back to look at Prince Arthur, gave a small smile and then brushed past him. I walked to the garden with Adrian following closely. "My Princess...if I'm allowed to speak freely....", he looked to me for approval. "Continue." I confirmed "Its just an instinct, but I'd like my princess to be careful with the Prince. I feel like there's more to him". He continued

But it was too late. "If you want to kill me, just kill me already," I told them. I wasn't scared anymore. After all, this life wasn't even mine to begin with. I wasn't the real Abby. My name was Greya, as what Zhask had told me. Yes, I might be a princess, but that title was not something I was borne with. It was something I earned, by accepting an Alpha Prince as a mate. They could always change me, find a new mate, and make her a new princess. A part of me thought it was better to die right now, considering I might save the throne and title for Zhask. If I make that sacrifice, I would be able to help Zhask secure his position as the next Alpha King.

Jasmine swiftly answers, her eyes now locked on the stage. “What rules?" Clara asked, still confused, and Jasmine hummed. “The three sacred rules for slaves are; one, to never steal from their masters or try to harm them. Two, never try to escape and lastly, never get yourself marked. Once any one of these rules is broken, death would be inevitable," she answers. “And what do you think is her offense?" I asked, my jaws clenched tight, the same as my fists. She was about to answer when Zane's voice cut through the air.

My face squeezed up in anticipation as his fingers rolled down to my panties, touching me from outside only to break the kiss and stare at me with a devilish grin. "You're wet for me already, princess," "Just get on with it!" I cried out teasing desires, burning out the woeful soul inside of me. The grin on his face grew wider as he backed away from me. Instead of me to shy away from his hot gaze on my half-naked body, it only fueled the desire in me. I clenched my thighsagainst each other, rubbing them together to generate more wetness. "You're such a great actress, Princess. With me, you're just a slut, and with my brother, you're a charming princess. Don't you think we need to change the

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

You’re going to see, princess. I rise to my knees, my hands trembling. A grip yanks my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my face. A slap cuts through the air, leaving its burning imprint. A metallic taste floods my mouth, the familiar taste of blood. — Beg us, darling, whispers the third, the one with the smile twisted by cruelty. Come on, beg. Say we are the queens, and you are nothing. Not even a dog. Less than nothing. Their voices blend, cackling, merciless. They don't strike to kill. They strike to break slowly, savoring each crack.

The Prince said with a pause “I want the girl and I will have the girl, or is the request too much for you.” “N-n-no your highness it just wasn’t expected that’s all.” The request surprised him too, he never came here with the intention of going back with a slave, it was a mere chore visiting the blood bank system but after seeing the strange violet eyed girl and tasting her blood, he knew he had to have her for himself.

"I just saw the Alpha King. He was berating a woman for some trivial mistake. The slave owner didn't lie when he said he was cruel." Alice nods. "He's known for his cruelty. There's much I've heard. Are you ready to hear it?" I nod. "I was talking to other slaves. It seems everyone here is willing to give away information, and you don't need to ask twice. There was another ruler before this King, a Queen. She was the wife of the previous King. Everything was running smoothly until an exiled prince returned to this land a month ago, killed his stepmother, and carried out many brutal rules. Can you guess who it is?"