Victoria was here, and I was too weak even to argue. My thoughts were cloudy, with Isabelle licking me off her face. That image has been in my head for thirty minutes now, and I can't understand what she's saying. Victoria, I mean, I don't care if she got hot. I just somehow need to hear Isabelle scream my name while I'm buried deep inside her sweet tight pussy. I know she wants that because I could see her touch herself while she sucked on her knees."Kyler?" Isabelle whispered, her breath fanned against my neck, shivering me back to reality."Your Majesty, I hope you can spare me a room in the royal palace?" Victoria said. I leaned backwards and grabbed Isabelle's hand, kissing the back of her hands while my brain could finally process what she was saying.I turned to Isabelle, and she smiled brightly, waiting for my reply. I chuckled, but not because of her smile but her lipstick; she barely managed to adjust. It was still smeared, and I'm sure people must have seen it. She frowned

"How dare him?" I scream, pushing everything down the table. This wasn't what I had in mind: marriage?? I laugh continuously until I fall to my knees, exhausted. Three hours gone, and I hate myself for coming down to the palace. I set my house on fire and made a plan to make it look like I was robbed."You must get married. I'd I would be the one who picks your husband," His words are stuck in my head like a favourite song, and I can't stop humming. I clench my hands around my head, sitting in the dark, cold corner, my hands wrapped around my legs. Make it stop! Make it stop! Declan Hill, "You must get married. I'd I would be the one who picks your husband, Declan Hill," I know it. He is keeping an eye on me. He is— my skin is turning pale from the harsh cold. Stella isn't here to turn fire, and I can't. It's too cold, and I don't want to die either."My—" Stella barges in, startled. She quickly rushes to the lamp and takes it, turning it on. Once the light is on, her eyes widen, s

It was morning; by the time I opened my eyes, the rain had stopped falling, and the sun shined bright. Kyler still lay beside me, asleep.I had the craziest night of my life last night. I rolled to his sides and watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful until his brows thinned, and his calm expression turned into sadness, his breath heavied."Hey," I tapped his cheeks slightly, and his eyes opened, catching my wrist most tightly. It burned where he held onto me, "You're hurting me," I said. He blinked, probably trying to recognise who it was, "It's me. It's Isabelle," I said, scared for my life."Shit, I'm sorry, love," he said, releasing me. "It's fine," I paused for a while, our eyes locked. I rested my forehead against him, and he smiled, holding me. "Was that a nightmare?" I caressed his head gently."Just a bad dream," he said, his voice rough and hoarse."Does it happen often?" Kyler wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me. He took a deep breath, our forehead pressed aga

I walked out of the bathroom, wet, and drops of water from my body made trails. A moment later, he walked out. It's like his body was made perfect— perfect for me. I can feel my arousal dripping from just staring at him. I want him so bad. "You okay, love? You're breathing so hard," he said, and I licked my lips. "Isabelle, relax, okay?" I giggled. He made his way to the couch, wetting it with his wet, naked body. "You're about to fuck me and you're telling me to relax?" I asked, laughing."Well, if that calms your nerves down, I wouldn't hesitate, love. Now, come here, let me taste you," I stood right where I was, and two seconds later, his smile turned into a smirk, a silly one. "I see what we are doing, playing hard to get?" He asked. Honestly, I love it when Kyler talks like this. It's so erotic and lovely.Kyler stood up and strolled the short distance over to where I was. He reached around me, pressing his body into mine to close the door behind me. When he rocked back on hi

"Oh my goodness, Thanks Nash, I'm sorry for having you come back here," I said. Kyler seemed to have the time of his life today."It's fine, anything for His Majesty," he says. Standing feet away from the bed. To be honest, I did enjoy the show, not like it's a show. However, I am glad Kyler tool me along. it was fun."If you excuse me," Nash bowed and swiftly moved back until he left the chambers. I turned back to Kyler on the bed, and he smiled with his eyes open. I thought he was sleeping, whoever gave him this idea, I appreciate, because he looked like he was stressing."You look happy, Mr Castiel," I teased, and he smiled more, caught my wrist, and pulled me to his body, rolling over."You've been everything these days, now you're calling me Mr Castiel?" He says, his breath pouring against my face, and all I can smell is beer cause that's all he had, and I had. "Yes, right now, you're not the king of Yodora. You're my husband," I caressed his face, my eyes dancing around his fac