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"Harlot? You mistake me, I am the princess" She said it, but felt a thrill of pleasure as his hands caressed her ass.

"And I am your conqueror, princess." His grope turned painful and Liandra winced. She felt her being wiped out of her feet, and found herself in his arms. Some people looked angry at the noise, but the royal couple was already leaving the room.

Liandra heart was beating frantically, wondering what insanity was transpiring. Once they reach the hallway Mortimer pressed her against the wall and savagelly pressed his mouth against hers, in a beastial fury that could hardly resemble a kiss. She could feel his gropping hands hurting her body, and was going to cry for help as soon as he let go of her lips

"Ooow" Liandra moaned, her dress was hiked to her waist and her legs couldnt embrace enough of his body. He marked her neck with his teeth, and her flesh with his fingers. She was a little prey to him, and to her horror she realized she could barely wait to be devoured.

She felt his hand around her neck, and his command directed all her attention "No. The princess wouldnt surrender so quickly" She saw his angry eyes and all harshness the royal prince carried.