45 what happens

Margaret from past POV:

I didn’t know what was happening to me. It felt like I was no longer in control of my body, like a spirit had taken possession. My flesh burned, and even the clothes I wore felt like a suffocating weight. I pulled them off, the fabric falling away as if it were no longer connected to me.

I heard Erox curse, but his words faded into the background. All I wanted was release, to alleviate the pressure building within me.

I knew this wasn’t the behavior of a princess, but shame had no place in this moment. As I looked at Erox, I saw him as a magnificent piece of meat, something I craved to devour, to taste every inch of him. My body moved closer to him, and I settled onto his lap, my legs wrapping around his waist.

I grinded my body against his, my hips moving with a wild abandon I never thought possible. I could feel the dampness between us, a slick, wet connection that fueled my desire. Every time I felt myself reaching the peak, it was as if I was climbing the highest mountain, reaching for the clouds.

A moan escaped my lips, a raw, desperate sound. I thought it was mine, but as I looked at Erox, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be…sleeping? Ugh. I didn’t care. I would continue this delicious torture, my body a vessel of insatiable desire.

After a moment, I felt something against my inner thighs.


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Erox from the future POV:

“I wouldn’t be responsible for your actions, princess. You asked for this,” I said, my voice a low growl, lost amidst her moans. Her eyes, glazed with desire, mirrored the storm raging within her. Damn, we had been fighting just moments ago, and now…

“Princess, I apologize, I couldn’t take it anymore,” I murmured, my fingers slipping beneath the edge of her panties, finding the center of her womanhood. I moved my finger faster, teasing her clit, and her moans intensified, echoing through the cramped confines of the car.

The car was too small, but I was thankful Ismael wasn’t with us. He had given me time to talk to this stubborn princess earlier, but I guess there was no room for talking now. All that escaped our mouths were moans.

"“Erox, what are you doing?” The princess asked, her voice a mix of moans and a question, her hips grinding against my lap.

“Helping you to have your release, princess. At your service. Good thing you didn’t drink too much of those drinks.” I said, my voice husky with desire.

“Ahhhhh…”

The princess’s moan filled the tiny space of the car, vibrating in my ears and sending shivers down my spine.

“Damn it, princess. You make it impossible for me to fight this part of myself,” I cursed under my breath. My finger moved faster, eliciting a scream of pleasure from Margaret.

I slipped my finger inside her wet flower, and to my surprise, she rode it, her movements mirroring my own, pushing back against my finger.

“Uh… uh… Ah… Ahhh…”

That’s all I could hear from her, a symphony of moans accompanying the rhythmic dance of our bodies.

I sighed, a heavy sound of resignation. Just a few more moments, self. Endure it.

I asked myself, was this really the right thing to do? Was I taking advantage of her weakened state? I didn’t want to fight with her more after she came back to her senses. I just hoped she would forgive me. I was tired of fighting with her, it was like battling the same monster over and over again.

The princess shouted, a final, desperate cry as her orgasm surged through her. I sighed as she leaned her head against my shoulder, her breaths slowing and deepening. She was asleep.

I carefully fixed her dress, making sure she was comfortable, and placed her back in her seat, next to the driver’s seat where I had been sitting. I fastened her seatbelt and started driving home.

Ismael stood up as we entered the car, his eyes widening as he saw me carrying Margaret. I simply nodded, saying she was just asleep. He smiled and nodded in return, understanding.

Damn it, now that it was over, the guilt started to gnaw at me. I shouldn’t have done that, should I? I shouldn’t have taken advantage of Margaret like that. Damn me.

I stared down at her, her peaceful snores filling the air, as I laid her in her bed. She looked so much like my M, yet she was more vulnerable. The sweetness of her aura was a stark contrast to my mother's fierce strength. M’s aura had always commanded respect, forcing anyone who dared to challenge her to take a step back.

The ring of my phone jolted me back to reality. I answered immediately, my heart sinking as I saw my father’s name on the screen.

“You have to come home, son. Your grandma…” His voice was different, a tremor running through it, a hint of weakness I had never heard before.

“What happened?” I asked, concerned about rising in my chest. This was the first time my father had ever sounded so…off.

“Just come home now, Erox. I can’t explain over the phone,” he said, his voice strained.

I cast one last glance at Margaret, her face peaceful in sleep, before turning away. I closed the door behind me, a wave of guilt washing over me once more.

I asked Ismael to keep an eye on Margaret, telling him my father needed me urgently. He assured me he would take care of her, and I said my goodbyes, a knot of worry twisting in my stomach.

My mind spun, trying to make sense of it all. My grandmother had been at the bar earlier, hadn’t she? So, how could she possibly be in danger? What could have happened?

I slipped back into my car, the lingering scent of Margaret filling the air, a reminder of the tempestuous passion we had shared. My body thrummed with a lingering arousal, but there was no time for that now.