Chapter 92

[20 years later] [Story of Trina, Yora's daughter, and Prince Fragon]

"Stop! It's weird!... Nghh....!"

As he curled his tongue around my pussy, I moved away from him, elevating my legs and curling my toes in frustration. Because he had already taken his robe off, I had believed he was going to place his cock into me, but I was incorrect.

In the midst of licking my vixen, he moves his hand to my left chest and squeezes it. If he hadn't intervened, I would have had my orgasm. I'm already close to him and grasping his table because, no matter what I say, he doesn't seem to care what I have to say.

He sat up straight and released my bottom, but tears flowed down the side of my eye as he swiftly snatched my breasts from under it. He pinched my nipples and put his cock grind on my pussy like he was doing exercise.

My body is already tingling with anticipation, and I want him to enter in, but he doesn't seem to want to. It's almost as if I'm enjoying myself while being greedy here.
"Ehh... Your nipples are stiff," he muttered, drawing them out and seemed to be removing them from my body.

As a consequence of what he was doing, I had the sensation that my body was on fire. Where I'm going to turn my head is a complete mystery to me right now. Taking a step back and opening his drawer table, he mumbled again, "It's no good."

I calmly studied his every move, and when he was through, I saw that he had taken some medication and put it into my mouth before I realized what he had done. I took a deep breath and returned my attention to him.

When it reached my neck, it was as if my brain had thrown a switch, and I became even more wet than before.

The moment he said that, he opened my genitals, and an electric shock ripped through my body like a lightning bolt. My body is not in this state, but the medicine he gave me led me to leak more more than usual. I sat there watching his thumb rub my clit as the sticky liquid flowed there.

"Take a look at how your pussy is begging me to not let it go. Do you want to take a position on something? Please notify me as soon as possible while you are still here in my court." His nail got caught in my clit and a considerable quantity of water spilled out, dripping over the floor and onto his desk. As I looked at him, tears flowed down my cheeks as I realized how much I had embarrassed myself.

My mom wants me to have a position here in palace! The Majesty itself and Ladyship agreed but this wicked man doesn't let me!

As soon as I squirt, the table I'm seated on is immediately flooded with water. My patience had run out, so I took the drastic measure.

However, in some reason, my voice saying is opposite.

"Fuck me. Fuck me, please." I opened my legs and elevated them so he could have a better look at my pussy.

When he moved, he slapped his dick in my hole as if he were asking for permission, and when he entered the tip of it, my nail nearly sunk into my legs. I'm drunk as I gaze at him, and I'm incredibly tempted to kiss him.

"All right, here you go. Take good care of yourself."

"It's amazing..." Ahhh! I had no idea I had this kind of tone in my voice. Because of the wonderful sensation I was experiencing, I arched half of my body. I rubbed my clit to relieve the pain since his cock was too large and I felt like something was tearing inside of me, so I stroked it. Because of the groans I produced, my voice is also starting to go away.

"Fuck me even more, my Prince! Fiddle me with that thick cock of yours a little bit more." I clutched my buttocks together because his movements were becoming more rapid, and I was becoming more overwhelmed by what he was doing. If I were to be kicked here tomorrow, I would have some kind of recollection of him that I could use to justify my actions. As his fingers proceeded to my breast for the second time, my neck became quite red.

He kissed me on the lips as he leaned closer. Everything that occurs is as if it were a dream.

"I'll fuck you as hard as you want," he said.

Because of what he stated, I clench my pussy a little more. He lifted my legs and pinned them to the desk, and I was on the verge of turning around because of what he had done to me. He is so deep.

"Your pussy is becoming more tight, and it's grabbing at my cock. I think I should put some pressure around it." He pounded me hard in the stomach, and I saw his cock swelled there, so I stroked it. “I have to pull your pussy out and put it back in because it is so tight that it makes my dick grow even larger. You're putting me in a bad mood. I'm going to stuff you with my semen. Please take all of my cum."

When something erupted inside of me, I turned to look at our private section, which was connected. Prince Fragon cun lives inside of me. I don't want to get rid of that part of myself; I just want it to be a part of me for the time being. I pinched my legs together so that his sperm wouldn't leak out of my pussy while I was sleeping. That is something I would want to maintain. However, I was in a state of weakness when he cleansed my body with a damp cloth pulled from his drawer.

Some of my grins were wishing to be taken away. Prince is the one that cleans my body. Isn't it all a dream, this whole thing?

"I have an offer for you that I believe would be beneficial to both of us," he added, raising his eyes to mine. Then he finished wiping me and went on to his dick, at which point he drew his robe up around him. My eyes was diverted away from him as he tightened his belt robe while I waited to hear what he was going to say next.

"Would you be interested in being my court Lady?”

"W-what are you talking about?" Then I walked down to the table, still without wearing my covers, though I'm not sure where I'd hidden my underwear or tobe the whole time. In order to see whether I had left anything outside, I merely peeked out his door without lifting my head, but I couldn't because he grabbed my chin and elevated it to meet our gaze. It seemed as if I could see two faces as I looked into his multi-colored eyes, which had previously been a combination of red and brown but had now become gold due to his proximity to mine.

"I don't like it when I speak, but no one pays attention," he said, putting his face closer to mine and licking the side of my cheek. I could feel his hot breath squeezing on the side of my face. My eyes were only paying attention to his every move because the force of my heart's beating looked to be bursting out of my chest. I couldn't look away. "Please direct all of your attention completely to me and no one else. Also, you're witch and I am werewolf. We can't be mate but could be lovers.”

When I stood up, I was on the verge of collapsing because he stroked his fingers over my pussy, which has since become quiet. Because I was weak, I gripped his arm so tightly that his clothes crumpled, and it was in that crumpled state that I found comfort. It seems as if my eyelids are slow, and I bite the bottom of my lip, which appears to be tearing from the power of my bite. Even worse, I had no idea what we were talking about, and everything he did just contributed to my befuddlement. I became acutely aware of the presence of moisture in my vaginal area.

"It seems that you need some training since you are not paying attention to what I am saying," he said as he moved me away from his body and he turned his back on me. He forced me to follow me by placing his hand behind my back and pulling me out. Because he had already turned down the lights in his room, I approached him from behind and asked him the question.

"Can you tell me where you're going to take me, Prince Fragon? You see, servant might see me naked." I was just thinking about it when we came to a complete stop. Because my hand was with him and entangled in his grip, I couldn't reach my sensitive areas.


We came to a halt near where I saw my robe and where I had left them. However, as he picked up my underwear and elevated it to have a closer look at it, all I wanted to do was hide under the table and refuse to come out of hiding.

As soon as he released his grip on my hand, he gave them over to me. I took it from his grip and gathered my clothes as quickly as I could. He glared when he saw what I done, but I raced back to his room to put on the clothes. As I was putting them, the room light came back on; I'm not sure why he was still following me when he could have waited for me in the corridor outside. Just as I was about to turn away from the door, I felt him coming from behind me.

It was his steady tone that reminded me to hurry up. "We still have much to accomplish," he mumbled.

In response to his words, I accelerated my movements even more, and when I completed, I hastily glanced at him without removing the wrinkle from the corner of my eyes.

"Can you elaborate on what you mean?"

Suddenly raising the hem of his robe and revealing his cock to me again gave the impression that something was alive in my body, which I had before believed had completely calmed down. I felt compelled to go down on my knees and touch it. As he was attempting to hold my head down, I inserted it in my mouth. With the time I turned my focus back to him, his frosty stare had gone and been replaced by eager eyes. As I sucked on his cock, he tenderly brushed my hair with his fingers.

"The medicine's impact on you hasn't gone away yet, I figured that since you stopped ejaculating and squirting, the effect would have gone away, but it hasn't," he said as he helped me to my feet with his arm.

Upon rising, we returned to the table, but this time he did not place me down, but instead unlocked a drawer and pulled out the rope.

In the process of leading me into his seat, he seized my hand in his and taped my lips together before I could say anything. My hand was taken from behind his chair and I'm not sure how he tied it there after a few minutes, then he knotted my body and the corner of my boobs together to make it swell.

"MmMmmp...!" As he suddenly jerked my leg, I screamed despite the fact that my mouth was closed and my tongue was tied. Then he tied my legs together, which he hooked to my ankle, forcing my legs to expand and my bodily fluids to pour out. He kept a close eye on me as my body tensed up as I struggled to keep moving forward.

My clothes were still on, but he had already tied me up, so I'm not sure what the purpose of tying me up was if I was still wearing them. When he tied me up because it was so tight, I couldn't breathe, so I simply ignored him as he walked. I barely saw him walking towards me from behind, and the next thing I knew, I'd lost my soul forever.

“Oh. This should be a source of concern for you, but why is your pussy becoming wetter?" His voice was gentle, yet it carried a lot of weight.

No way was I going to look at the knife he was carrying, which he used to tore the robe on my shoulder. Tears welled up in the corner of my eye, not because of what he had done, but because I was becoming frustrated with him.

What am I doing? Getting turn on when a knife is pointed at my chest?