She's mine forever

The Royal Suite was a testament to surface opulence. A massive four-poster bed dominated the room, draped in heavy gold curtains and piled high with down pillows. The balcony doors were open, letting the cool sea breeze mix with the scent of lavender and anticipation.

I was already there. I had slipped in through the shadows of the balcony, melding with the darkness in the corner of the room. I leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed, invisible and silent.

The heavy oak doors opened. Ariel backed into the room, pulling Prince Eric by his lapels. She was giggling, a light, bubbly sound that was entirely manufactured.

Eric was stumbling after her, his face flushed, his eyes glazed with a mixture of disbelief and rampant desire.

"Ariel," he stammered, his hands hovering uncertainly near her waist. "Are you sure? I mean... we haven't even been properly courted! It’s... it’s rather fast!"

"Don't you want me, Eric?" Ariel purred, backing him toward the bed. She reached up and unbuttoned the top of his tunic. "You waited so long for me on the beach. Why wait now?"

"I... I do want you! More than anything!" Eric confessed, his resistance crumbling under her touch. "I just want to be honorable."

"Honor is boring," she whispered.

She pushed him. Eric fell back onto the soft mattress, sinking into the down. He looked up at her, helpless and enamored. Ariel crawled onto the bed over him, her blue velvet dress riding up her thighs, exposing the milky skin of her legs.

She straddled his hips. Eric groaned, his hands gripping the bedsheets.

"In my world," Ariel lied smoothly, leaning down until her lips brushed his ear, "we have a custom. The male... surrenders completely."

"Surrenders?" Eric squeaked.

"To prove his trust."

Ariel reached for the gold silk sashes that held back the heavy curtains of the bed. She untied one with a swift tug.

"Give me your hands, Eric," she commanded softly.

Eric hesitated for a fraction of a second. He looked at her beautiful face, the fire in her hair, the promise in her eyes. He thought he was about to experience some exotic, passionate ritual.

"I trust you," he whispered.

He raised his hands above his head, grabbing the mahogany headboard. Ariel moved quickly. She wound the silk sash around his wrists and the bedpost, knotting it tight. Then she grabbed the other sash and secured his other hand.

He was spread-eagled. ****. Bound.

"Is this... tight enough?" Eric asked, laughing nervously, a thrill of excitement running through him. "It’s very... stimulating."

Ariel sat back on his hips. She smoothed her dress. She looked at his bound hands, then down at his hopeful, smiling face. The smile dropped from her face instantly. The playful, giggling princess vanished. In her place was the creature who had learned sexuality from a shark in a dark grotto. Her expression went cold, vacant, and hungry.

"Ariel?" Eric asked, his smile faltering. "Is... is something wrong? Aren't you going to... kiss me?"

Ariel ignored him. She looked past him. She looked straight into the dark corner where I stood.

"He's secured, Master," she said, her voice dropping to a submissive, reverent tone. " The prey is caught."

Eric frowned, twisting his neck to look. "Master? Who are you talking to?"

I stepped out of the shadows. My boots made no sound on the plush rug. I walked into the pool of moonlight at the foot of the bed. I loomed over them, my silver hair gleaming, my eyes locked on the bound Prince.

"Me," I said.

Eric went pale. He yanked at his bonds, but the silk held fast. "Lord Ray? What is the meaning of this? Unhand me! Ariel, get off the bed! He's dangerous!"

"I know," Ariel murmured, running her hands up her own body, cupping her breasts over the velvet. "That's why I'm wet, Eric. And it's not for you."

Eric stared at her, his brain unable to process the betrayal. "But... you said... the custom..."

"The custom is true," I said, walking to the side of the bed. I reached out and ran a finger down Eric’s cheek. He flinched violently. "The weak surrender to the strong. You did well."

I looked at Ariel. She was practically vibrating on top of him. She wasn't looking at Eric anymore; she was looking at my crotch, at the bulge in my trousers.

"Please, Master," she begged, panting. "I've been good. I walked on the sand. I used the fork. I caught the Prince."

"You have been very good," I agreed.

I reached for my belt buckle. The metallic clink echoed in the silent room.

Eric’s eyes widened in horror. "No. No, you can't! This is my room! She is my princess!"

"She is my pet," I corrected, unzipping my trousers. "And you are the furniture."

I released myself. My erection sprang free, heavy, thick, and demanding. Ariel let out a low moan at the sight of it. She scrambled off Eric’s hips, moving to the edge of the bed right in front of me. She didn't stand up; she stayed on her knees on the mattress, positioning herself between Eric’s spread legs.

"Look at her, Prince," I commanded, grabbing a handful of Ariel’s red hair and pulling her head back. "Look at the woman you wanted to marry."

Eric watched, paralyzed, as "his" Ariel opened her mouth, her tongue lolling out, her eyes rolled back in devotion, waiting for me.

"Please," she whimpered to me, ignoring the man bound inches behind her. "Fill me. I need the Anchor."

I stepped forward. I drove into her mouth. She took me deep, humming with pleasure, her hands gripping my thighs. The sound of her wet, enthusiastic service filled the room.

Eric squeezed his eyes shut. "Stop! I don't want to see this!"

"Open them!" I roared, grabbing his jaw with my free hand, forcing his face toward us. "Watch! Watch what she really wants!"

Eric was **** to witness it. The slurping sounds, the bobbing of her red hair, the absolute, abject submission of the girl he loved to the man he feared.

I pulled out of her mouth. Ariel gasped for air, a string of saliva connecting us. "Turn around," I ordered her.

She spun on her knees. She planted her hands on Eric’s chest, right over his pounding heart. She arched her back, lifting her dress, presenting her naked, wet pussy to me, right in Eric’s face.

"She’s presenting," I mocked the Prince. "Do you know what that means, Eric? It means she’s ready to breed."

"Ariel, please," Eric sobbed, tears streaming down his face. "Don't do this."

Ariel looked down at him. Her eyes were hazy with lust. "I have to, Eric," she whispered breathlessly. "He's the Apex."

I grabbed her hips. I didn't hold back. I thrust into her from behind. Ariel screamed—not in pain, but in pure, unadulterated joy. She bucked back against me, her fingernails digging into Eric’s chest, scratching his skin.

I hammered into her. The bed frame creaked rhythmically. The Prince shook with every impact of my body against hers. He was literally the platform for our union.

"Yes! Yes! Master!" Ariel shrieked, drool dripping onto Eric’s white tunic. "Deep! Deeper! Break me!"

I leaned over her back, staring right into Eric’s tear-filled eyes while I plowed his dream girl.

"You offered her a kingdom," I grunted, slamming into her. "I gave her this."

Ariel climaxed, her inner walls clamping down on me. She collapsed forward, burying her face in Eric’s neck, biting him in her frenzy, stifling her screams against his skin while I poured my seed into her.

We finished together, a tangle of limbs and fluids on top of the bound, broken Prince.

I pulled out slowly. Ariel slid off Eric, curling into a ball at my feet, shivering. Eric lay there, staring at the canopy, his soul hollowed out. He was crying silently.

I zipped up my pants. I looked down at the Prince.

"You can keep the dress," I told him casually. "She won't need it where she's going."