By: StormHerald


Chapter 6

A stream of sunlight landed on my face and I smiled, stretching awake.
It took a moment to realize where I was but once I did I stretched my
arms out to my sides and found Damien not there. I sighed and got up
rubbing the tops of my sore arms before heading into the bathroom
and taking a hot shower.

I found a black towel and wrapped it around me drying myself off as
best as I could. I opened the door and realized that the room was a lot
warmer than earlier. I padded into the living room to see a large fire
burning away and a plate of eggs and toast waiting for me on the table.
I opened the note and smiled at the beautiful script on it.

I am sorry that I cannot be with you for the remaining of the time I have
you. I was spirited away due to a conflict in the North. I will make it up to
you when I return. I already took Desmond with me, so you needn’t worry
about her threat. Isadora should be arriving shortly. I will see you soon.
Prince Damien

I closed the letter and grabbed a piece of toast and bit into it, holding it
in my mouth as I grabbed the handle of the knife I had noticed still in
the table and yanking hard, pulled it out. I touched the edge of the
blade then set it in my lap as I finished my breakfast. My Aunt stormed
into the room just as I was finishing looking around furious.
“He has some nerve to skip out on almost half of the time with you, and
taking that little tartlet with him.”

I smiled at her, “Don’t worry about it, he said he would make it up, and
I’m glad she’s gone.”

“Yes, well…” She looked around the place her eyebrows shooting up
and staying up in surprise. I followed her with my eyes as I drank the
last of the orange juice, “He really accommodated you, didn’t he?”
I stood up and walked to her, “What do you mean?”

“Well, all the blankets for one thing. Most of the time vampires don’t
have pillows or blankets on anything other than the bed, the fire, and
he even put in a television.”

I laughed and shook my head, “We didn’t watch it.”

She suddenly turned and grabbed my hand, worry marring her features,
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t expect him to pick you first. Are you
alright?”

She looked me over, noticing the faint bruising on my upper arms but
seemed satisfied that I was unharmed, “I am just fine, just would like to
get dressed, honestly.”

She smiled and grabbed the plastic bag she had set on the couch when
she had walked in, “Care to divulge some details?”

I shook my head as she unzipped the bag revealing a dark blue satin
dress, “Nope.”

She laughed and helped me into the dress and picked through my hair
as I brushed my teeth. She started to pick up the room and picked up
the scraps of the lace corset holding it up, “Oh my.”

I blushed as she continued to hunt around finding the ripped panties

 
shortly after. She giggled and put them in the top drawer of the night
stand, “We’ll just leave these here for him.”

I covered my face with my hands and ran out of the room, too
embarrassed to say anything. My aunt followed me laughing as she
gathered a few remaining things in the room and left.

*******

The next few days were uneventful, whatever was happening in the
north kept the Prince away for the rest of the week, Desmond arrived
as Yuki left, and I made it a point to avoid being alone in any of the
halls. I explained to my aunt the knife and then Desmond’s threat,
manufacturing a story that she would possibly believe, she seemed to
be thoroughly impressed, as she made it a point to strap it to my thigh
in every single dress I wore.

Eventually the Prince did return, and upon his return there was a huge
ball thrown, Elizabeth had already been back for three days and the ball
was not only to commemorate the Princes return, but to also
commemorate the beginning of the courtship. I had asked my Aunt
how I would go about courting the Prince and all she could tell me was
that I needed to be proactive and seek the Prince out as often as I
could, rather than waiting for him to find me.

The night of the ball she dressed me in a form fitting, midnight blue,
velvet dress. It had a slit up to my hip on one side, and on the other my
knife was strapped. My hair was pulled up into a French twist with blue
diamond encrusted combs pinning it into place. The front of the dress
dipped into a low scoop, and thanks to a strong push up bra, my
cleavage held center stage. Sitting on my collar bone was my blue
diamond necklace and long diamond earring dangled from my ears.
 
My aunt left shortly after getting me ready, telling me she had to meet
with the family over a few things, and left me to find my way to the
ball. I decided then, that it would be a wise idea to be proactive and
instead of making my way to the ball I made my way to the Princes
chambers. I lifted my hand to knock but saw that the door was cracked
open and I sighed, thinking that either someone was already with him,
or that he had already left.

I had missed him, and still hadn’t seen him since his return, so I entered
quietly, hoping to catch a brief glimpse of his face, if nothing else. I
heard a groan coming from the room and my heart beat faster realizing
that I may not have been the only proactive betrothed in the castle. I
debated whether to leave, but the desire to see his face was
overwhelming and I couldn’t help but to peek around the corner into
his room.

What I saw stunned me, the Prince was alone, wearing nothing but a
pair of pants fallen to his ankles. He was sitting on the bed and one
hand was working up and down on the glorious member I’d had
multiple dreams about. But it was what was in the other hand that
stunned me, in his other hand were the panties my Aunt had left him,
he had them pressed to his face and was breathing them in deeply as
he worked on his hard member.

I stepped forward and with no thought what so ever knelt down in
front of him and stopped his hand. His eyes flew open as he jumped
startled until his silver eyes landed on my face. He lowered the panties
from his face and I stood up enough to capture his lips with mine. He
grabbed me and ravenously pressed my body to him, our mouths
ravishing each other, saying with more than words how much we had
missed each other.

He broke the kiss and I pulled back sinking back to my knees and
moving his hands away from his beautiful cock. I licked the glistening
head, closing my eyes and tasting the sweet liquid that had pooled
there. I licked down his member until I was to its base, and then I pulled
away to look at the large, heavy testicles hanging from him.