46. Rosalina
Rosalina
They use me until I’m spent, nothing but a withering, trembling mess.
Cas ties me up in thorns and fucks me fast and hard.
I desperately clutch the bars of the cage as Keldarion stretches me within an inch of my life.
Then I’m sent back to Cas, wobbly legged, only to have him throw me on the ground and shove his cock down my throat.
Off to Kel after that, who tosses me around like a rag doll.
I’m dripping with the evidence of their love. It’s over my lips, my pussy, my ass. I descend into a haze of blissful delirium. And the only thing that would be better is if my other mates were here to see me, to love me too. Oh, what they would think.
I love every second of it.
And thankfully, so does the audience. Their eyes are on us. No one’s paying attention to the rose.
I’m riding Caspian’s cock on the throne, fully on display for the court as he runs his fingers along my body.
This time, he says, I’m not going to come, and you’re going to briar yourself away.
It’s really time? I reply, almost sadly.
He kisses my neck. We’ll play later when we’re all safe.
I sigh as he reaches forward and circles my swollen clit.
“One more time, Princess. I want to feel you come around my cock one more time,” he says, then spears me deep.
It’s enough. I cry out, blissful waves of pleasure coursing through my spent body. “C-Cas.”
“That’s it, you dirty girl,” he cries out to the crowd, tossing his head back as if in ecstasy. Then he throws his cloak around me. “Now, the Winter Prince will use you like the animal you are.”
But it’s not the briars of Caspian’s and Kel’s bargain that break through to grab me. No, I take control of his purple ones, wrapping them about myself and dragging me far away from here.
It’s time for the plan to begin.