Dirty Prince

by Sky Corgan

  A smile crosses my lips, not because I've suddenly managed to ascend to royalty, but because my plan last night backfired. Fynn had me, and he still wants me. Not only that, but my feelings for him have grown by leaps and bounds in just this short time that we've been together. I don't like imagining being parted from him.

  He kisses me on the shoulder. “Do thoughts of all of the pretty dresses you're going to get to wear make you happy?”

  I snort. “Not hardly.” Clothes have never been particularly important to me. I bought the vast majority of my wardrobe before the war from thrift stores and dollar stores, more concerned with fit than style. “I'm happy because I'm with you.” I rub the top of his fingers.

  “I'm glad.” He leans over me for a chaste kiss before sitting up. “But unfortunately, I can't stay in bed with you all day. I have work to attend to. Even a prince has a job.” He smirks at me over his shoulder, and I frown from the loss of him.

  “It's hard work being a tyrant.” I inch over to curl around him.

  “A tyrant?” His eyes widen with surprise, but there's no real offense in his expression.

  “That's what you are.” I pout. “Enemy. Invader.”

  “Yeah.” He brushes a few loose strands of hair away from my face. “I invaded between your legs last night.”

  My cheeks burn from his crude words, but my clit pulses in remembrance. Over his thigh, I can see his cock still pointing up toward the ceiling. My body hungers for more of him.

  I reach to stroke his cock, my hand circling his thick shaft, and he lets out a hiss. For a moment, he seems to surrender, but then he opens his eyes and gently brushes my hand away.

  “Not right now. I already slept in longer than I should have,” he tells me. I whimper needily, giving him begging eyes. He chuckles. “Don't look at me like that. You know I would stay if I could.” Fynn stands and gazes down at me. “I need to take a shower.”

  “Then I'll join you.” I throw my legs over the side of the bed, feeling sticky from our coupling last night. More than that, though, I just want an excuse to put my hands on his body.

  “Alright, but you've got to behave.” He gives me a warning look.

  Moments later, we're under the hot water, our hands all over each other, our mouths moving in time as we kiss. It's nice to know I can make him cave like this. There's a disciplined side to him, the part that made sure we were both lathered up with soap before he let his hard cock take control of him. But now he's giving in to lust—giving in to me.

  I love the way my hands glide over his skin effortlessly thanks to the soapy water. This is way sexier than I ever thought it could be, and I'm eating up every moment of it. The walk-in shower is big enough so that we can both move around easily, and there are three shower heads angled down at us, so neither of us has to be cold.

  Fynn turns me around and pushes me up against the wall. I seductively look back at him, my pussy clenching as his hands slide between my legs from both sides, squeezing my ass while he rubs my clit. I can feel his cock resting against my ass cheek. I angle my hips so that it slips between them, and I move slowly, rocking up and down to give it a little attention.

  “You're not going to let me leave without fucking you first, are you?” he asks, his eyes dark with need.

  “Not a chance.” I grin, pushing back against him even harder.

  “Aren't you sore from last night?”

  I turn around and grab his cock, giving it a few quick strokes. The answer is yes, but my desire for him trumps any pain I might feel from him spreading me again.

  “I thought we needed to work on getting me pregnant.” I drop to my knees, licking up his length.

  His eyes roll to the back of his head, and he bites his bottom lip. He looks so sexy with the water trickling down over his chiseled abs that I can barely stand it. The flavor of his skin has been washed clean with the soapy water. Now, he tastes like nothing at all. I think I prefer his saltiness.

  Fynn fists his hand in my hair, gently pulling me up to my feet. That warning look is there again, but it's marred with desire. “If you want me to breed you, then you need to save all my come for that pretty pink pussy of yours.”

  Once I'm back on my feet, he turns me around and presses me to the wall again. I arch my back, ready for him, but he has other things in mind. He kisses a trail down my spine, slowly descending until he's crouched behind me. He then kisses my ass cheeks, burying his face between them. I blush from how close to my asshole he is. It feels dirty, even though I know I'm clean down there. He made sure of that when he bathed me earlier.

  I squeal as his lips touch my pucker, his tongue burrowing into it for half a second before he moves lower, covering my pussy with his mouth. He licks me from cunt to asshole several times, gazing up at me with the most seductive look I've ever seen. I moan unabashedly, resting my face against the cold tile wall. His grip on me is firm, controlling, with one hand on the small of my back and the other wrapped around my thigh. He holds me in place while he pleasures me.

  I pant against the wall, my breath steaming on the tile. It's as if I can see my climax building with each exhale. Fynn's tongue works feverishly between my legs, lapping at my clit before plunging into my cunt. I wonder if I have more of a flavor than he did, but the thought is stolen from me when he slips two fingers between my legs and massages my clit. My mind goes blank from the intense orgasm. All I can do is hold on for dear life while he pleasures me to completion.

  “That's my good girl,” he whispers against my ass. “Come for me.”

  Hearing him call me his good girl makes my stomach swirl with heightened enjoyment. It sounds like something you would say to a dog, so I'm not sure why I like it so much. Maybe because I know that I'm pleasing him. Whatever the case, I decide to soak in the words and drown in the afterglow of my orgasm.

  “And now is your reward for being my good girl.”

  I expect him to enter me from behind, but instead, he flips me around. My back hits the wall with so much force that air leaves my lungs. The carnal look in Fynn's eyes makes me weak in the knees. Weaker than an orgasm ever could. He has the look of a man who will not be denied, not that I would ever dream of denying him.

  I feel like putty in his hands as he hikes my leg up and surges forward. He grabs his cock with his other hand, pressing it between my pussy lips. My back arches when he fills me. The height difference makes him feel too deep. He wraps his arms around me, drawing me to him. One falls to my ass to hold me in place while he begins thrusting at a rapid pace.

  This is nothing like last night. There's more need than gentility to Fynn's actions. He's fucking me with unbridled passion, and I'm loving every minute of it.

  I hook my arms around his neck to keep stabilized because I feel like at any moment my grounded foot might slip from the floor.

  Fynn bends to suck on one of my nipples while he fucks me, and I cry out, tossing my head back and savoring all of the combined sensations. The hot water pouring over my skin. Fynn's fingers digging into my ass. His cock buried so deep within me that I can feel every amazing inch of him. His mouth teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves in my nipple. It's all so much that I can already feel my clit pulsing and my cunt ready to squeeze around him from another climax.

  “Oh, Fynn,” I'm barely able to finish saying his name before my body gives way again.

  He kisses me while I climax, his fingers tugging and tweaking one of my nipples while he continues to pound into me. Every time our lips part, I hear him groan—music to my ears. I can't wait to feel him come, that intoxicating swelling of his dick as his balls shoot their baby batter into me.

  “Are you ready for me to fill your little cunt?” he asks as if reading my mind.

  “Mhm.” I nod quickly.

  He pulls my leg up even higher, forcing it over his shoulder. I can't help but giggle, surprised I'm even able to bend this way. The muscles in my thigh ache from nearly doing a standing split, but if this is what he wants, I'll endure it
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  I'm all smiles until he pushes into me again. The position makes my body feel compressed. It's as if he's forcing his way through my inner flesh. The fullness of it causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

  Fynn rests his forehead against mine as he pounds into me. I focus on that spot between my legs where our parts collide. The heat there is immense. I wonder if he feels it, too.

  He stops supporting my body and clutches onto my face. I cling to him like I fear I might fall. There's no chance of that, though. My upper back is pressed against the wall. My ankle is hooked over his shoulder. And if my other foot happened to give way, I have no doubt Fynn would catch me.

  I whimper and moan, trying to hold on as the pressure about drives me insane.

  “Your greedy little snatch is going to take all of my seed,” Fynn hisses into my ear before he pushes up into me a final time.

  I feel my supporting foot leave the floor, only the big toe keeping me in place as Fynn lifts me while his hot come sprays inside of me. It's like he's pushing straight up into my womb, demanding its subservience. My cunt squeezes around him, pulsing and milking him. I'm so full of his cock and his seed that I can barely breathe.

  I open my eyes and let out a shuttering sigh as I watch him climax. His eyes are closed. His lips are slightly parted as he pants for breath. His muscles are rigid as my hands slip to his shoulders. He's 100% hard, like a statue frozen in place, the only part of him moving is his cock as it surges with its juices.

  Finally, his entire body exhales and relaxes all at once. He doesn't pull out of me, though.

  “That was intense,” I tell him, sliding my leg down over his shoulder because I don't think I can physically handle maintaining the position anymore.

  His cock slips from between my thighs, and I feel a wave of heat follow it out, his seed no longer held in place.

  “We should have done this on the bed,” he tells me, though he doesn't seem truly disappointed.

  “Tonight.” I stand on tiptoe to kiss him.

  “Tonight.” He smiles, holding me in his arms. “And every night thereafter.”

  “Until there's a baby in my belly?” I look up at him questioningly.

  “Even after that.” He rubs his nose against mine.

  I swoon at how affectionate he is. Definitely the man of my dreams.

  Despite probably being late to meet with his men, Fynn takes his time toweling me off when we finally leave the warmth of the shower. He then wraps me up in a towel and his arms, and we teeter awkwardly together into the vanity area, which makes me giggle.

  “You're too silly,” I tell him before he finally lets me go.

  “A man can't be serious all the time.” He smirks at me.

  There's a slightly uncomfortable disconnect between us as he leaves me to start getting dressed. I feel lost, unsure of what I'm supposed to do while he's away.

  “What's my assignment while you're gone?” I ask as he pulls on a pair of boxers. Every inch of him that he covers with clothing makes me less happy, not just because I like seeing him naked, but because it's a reminder of who we really are.

  “Stay here, primarily.” He slips into a pair of navy blue slacks and buttons them up. It's his military uniform slowly coming together. I hate seeing him in it. “You can explore or do whatever you want. Just don't leave the estate. It won't be safe for you out there.”

  I make my way to the bed and sit on it naked, hoping to entice him back into my arms. As if knowing my plan, he makes a conscious effort not to look at me.

  “Are you going to handle the sweep of...” I can't recall what he called it, “where my camp is today?”

  “No.” He shakes his head. “That's Daniel's thing. I already made it clear to him that I want no part of it.”

  I frown, wondering if my people were smart enough to move. Surely, when they found out that Fynn himself had come to warn them, they knew it was serious.

  “I hope everyone is safely gone by the time he sweeps through.” I hug myself.

  Fynn pauses midway through buttoning his shirt to look at me. “You really care about those people, don't you?”

  “Not really.” I shrug. “They were just people I was staying with. I wasn't particularly close to any of them.”

  “Not even that little bald fuck that was covering the door.” His jaw visibly clenches.

  It takes me a moment to realize he's talking about Jak.

  “What would ever give you that idea?” I give him a queer look.

  Fynn's shoulders relax. “Thank God. That guy said you were his woman. I thought I was going to have to kill him.”

  “Ew.” I wrinkle my nose. “Not a chance in hell. That guy used to perv on me when I was in the shower.”

  Anger returns to Fynn's expression. “Then he's dead.”

  My eyes widen in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

  “Any man who looks at what is mine inappropriately is dead.” He finishes buttoning his shirt with agitated motions and then stomps into the closet to find his shoes.

  “What is mine,” I mock him playfully.

  “You are mine,” he tells me in all seriousness.

  “Fynn.” I lean over the bed to try to see where he's standing in the closet. It doesn't work. “You can't kill a guy just because he looks at me wrong. Besides, Jak never made a move on me. He was just...feeding his perverted delusional fantasies.” The mental image of that creeper pleasuring himself to thoughts of me makes my skin crawl, but I still don't want him dead.

  “I'm a prince. I can do whatever I want.” He reemerges with his shoes and then goes to the chest of drawers for a pair of socks.

  “Now you just sound like a brat,” I chastise him.

  He sulks, glancing back at me. “I don't think you understand how much you mean to me.”

  “Enough for you to kill a man for no good reason. That's endearing.” I give him a sarcastic look.

  He smiles. “Well, it looks like you'll be keeping me grounded. I suppose that's a good thing.”

  “The ying to your yang. That's how it's supposed to be.” I edge up behind him when he sits on the side of the bed and massage his shoulders while he puts on his socks.

  “You don't have to do that,” he tells me. “In fact, I should be the one doing that for you.”

  “Oh, please. I enjoy it. I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to.”

  He reaches over his shoulder to squeeze one of my hands before continuing to put on his shoes.

  “What will happen if Daniel finds my people?” my voice is laced with concern. Fynn might have compassion for them, but it was apparent by the brief confrontation in the dining room last night that General Daniel Hansson does not.

  “Who knows.” Fynn shrugs.

  I exhale, trying not to care. The odds of them still being there are slim to none. Still...

  “I'd feel better if you went,” I blurt out, knowing I have no authority to suggest it.

  “Your people are probably gone already.” Fynn glances back at me.

  “I know.” I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling guilty for making this request of him. “But I know you. I don't know him. He seems a little vicious. I'm worried about—”

  “You do care,” he cuts me off with a grin.

  “I don't.” I fold my arms over my chest.

  Fynn turns to me, taking my hands in his. “If it would make you feel better, I'll go do the sweep myself.”

  “You would do that?” My face lights up.

  “Anything for my princess.”

  “Thank you, Fynn. It would really put my mind at ease.”

  He caresses my cheek before his eyes fall from mine and he stands. “I'm afraid there's no time for me to have breakfast with you. You can ask Lova to make you whatever you want. She's the one with the curly brown hair who has been around the most. She handles most of the household delegating.” I nod in understanding. “If you want to sleep some more, that's fine. Like I said, you can do pretty much whatever you want.

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nbsp; “I know it sucks that you don't have any clothes to wear right now, but you can wear anything of mine, minus my uniforms, until your new wardrobe arrives. I had Lova make procuring clothes for you a priority, so we should get them in tonight.”

  “What would happen if I wore one of your uniforms?” I wiggle, not really liking the idea but wanting to push Fynn's buttons a little.

  He gives me a warning look. “Don't. I haven't set many rules for you, so I think you should be able to follow the few I do have.”

  I sulk, feeling like he's talking down to a child. “I was just joking.” I huff at him.

  Fynn leans in to kiss me on the cheek, pinching one of my nipples and making me squeal. “I'll be home this afternoon. Behave while I'm away.”

  When our eyes meet, he's smiling at me. I cover myself with my hands, playfully glaring at him.

  “Don't get killed while you're away,” I say teasingly, then immediately regret it. For as short a time as I've known him, I would be incredibly sad if he died. And saying something like that out loud just feels like testing fate.

  “I don't plan on it.” He salutes me before heading for the door.

  I lie back in bed, exhausted from our lovemaking in the shower. Today it really wasn't lovemaking. Today it was just fucking. Last night was lovemaking. I'm not sure it really matters. I enjoyed both. I'd happily take more of either as long as it's with Fynn.

  I find it strange that I miss him as soon as he's gone. Is this love—what love feels like? Do I really love him? I care about him greatly, that's for sure. And there's no doubt in my mind that I could love him eventually. Will love him eventually, I tell myself. Not far into the future, if all goes well, he'll be my husband. My husband and the father of my kids. And I'll be royalty. The thought is absolutely dizzying.

  I spend about another hour in bed before finally forcing myself to get dressed and go downstairs. I can't imagine that Fynn's servants truly approve of me, so I make sure to wear my own clothes instead of his. I don't want to add insult to injury, especially when he's not around.

  Lova smiles at me warmly when she sees me come down the stairs. She seems like a motherly type, and I try to engage her in conversation to learn more about her history working for Fynn, but she keeps her answers short and doesn't seem much like talking. It's then that I realize her niceties are just politeness—that she doesn't really like me being here. Thankfully, she doesn't give voice to her disapproval.