Chapter 6
Finn
It's two weeks later. I don't know how, but I've successfully kept Sophie waiting around for an audience with her parents that I never even set up. I don't know how I'm going to get out of the death penalty hanging above my head just yet, so I'm stalling for time.
"Are you still mad at me?" she whispers, her head resting against my bare chest.
"Mad at you for what?"
"I don't know," she sighs, her eyes closed.
"You haven't done anything wrong, princess," I whisper.
"I thought maybe you were avoiding me," she whispers.
"I'm not," I mutter.
"It feels that way," she mumbles.
"How?" I laugh. "You're in my arms right now. I held you while you slept."
"Yeah, but we haven't had sex in like a week," she whines.
"We have sex every day."
"But not the way I like," she mumbles, pouting.
"The way you like," I laugh.
"You know what I mean."
"No," I growl. "I don't."
"Finn," she gasps, my fingers trailing along her collarbone.
"Tell me."
"I need more," she whispers. "I need you to fuck my pussy again... I need you to come inside me like you used to."
I suppress a growl. I've stopped relentlessly breeding her because I don't want our baby to be my ticket out of death. I will not let an innocent child bear that price.
"It's been too long," she whispers, her cheeks flushing. "I can't resist it anymore, Finn."
"Sophie," I warn.
"Please," she hisses, her hand reaching down and cupping my cock.
"We can't," I growl.
"Why not?"
"I need you to beg me."
"I'm not begging."
"Then I can't fuck you."
"Why not?" she hisses.
"I'm saving myself," I snarl. "Until I deliver you home."
"When's that going to be?" she asks fearfully.
"Tonight," I decide on the spot, pulling myself up. This has gone on for long enough. I need her parents to know she's okay. "I'll make a call."
"Wait," she hisses, grabbing my arm.
"What is it?"
"I-I can't go yet," she whispers.
"Why not?"
"I just... need a little more time with you."
"What?" I frown, sitting down next to her.
"I need you, Finn," she whispers. "I just want one more night with you before I meet them."
"You'll have a lifetime, princess."
"I don't know that," she whispers. "You don't either. What if they try to separate us?"
"That won't happen," I snarl.
"Promise?"
"They can't have you," I hiss, wrapping my arms around her. "Not unless I say they can."
"Good," she nods, her cheeks flushing pink. "I like being yours, Finn."
"That's because you're a naughty girl," I smirk.
"No," she blushes.
"Yes," I snarl.
"Finn," she whispers, her fingers playing over my arm. "Please... Just once?"
As tempted as I am, I shake my head. I walk out of the room, ignoring her pleas as she cries out my name.
I walk through the house we've been staying in. This is my home and has been my whole life. It belonged to my mother before. The house is old and run down, but spacious. And most importantly, it's a sanctuary. I've been hiding out here, but tonight, it's all going to change.
I dial the number I haven't called for years - her dad's.
"Hello?"
"Your Majesty," I say, my voice hard.
"Who is this?"
"Finn O'Reilly."
"Finn."
"That's right," I mutter.
"What do you want?"
"I've found your daughter," I hiss. "And I'm ready to bring her home."
"She's alive?"
"Alive and well."
"How is she?"
"Perfect."
"I want to talk to her."
"I'll do you one better," I hiss. "Come by my house and see her. I'll wait in the barn."
With that, I end the call. I figure the king will recognize his own daughter. There have been imposters in the past, but I know Sophie is the long-ago kidnapped daughter the King and his wife have been looking for.
"What did they say?" I look over my shoulder to find Sophie standing there, watching me intently.
"They'll be here soon," I grunt, turning away.
"Finn, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," I growl.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No."
"Don't lie to me," she whispers.
"Fine. I'm angry."
"At me?"
"I want to breed you," I growl.
"What?" she gasps, her cheeks flushing pink.
"Your body wants it," I hiss, staring at her. "I want it. You want it."
"Then why can't we?" She pleads with her eyes.
"Because, princess," I hiss. "It's a game-changer."
"I don't care."
"Your parents would."
"What if they already have a grandchild?" she whispers, her eyes locked on mine.
"Don't."
"Finn, you can't resist me forever," she hisses, stepping closer.
"Sophie," I hiss, feeling the last remnants of control slipping away.
"What if I'm already pregnant?" she taunts. "You've fucked me so many times like that... I could be carrying your child already."
"That's not what I want."
"No?" she hisses, her fingers sliding up her dress.
"Not right now," I growl, feeling the beast in me awakening.
"Then when?" she whispers.
"I don't know."
"You're a liar," she hisses, and her fingers pull her panties aside. My mouth waters at the sight of her gorgeous little cunt.
"I'm a monster," I hiss, grabbing her arm. "You don't want to piss me off, Sophie."
"What are you going to do?" she hisses.
"This," I snarl, slamming my fist against the wall.
"Are you crazy?" she gasps.
"Yes."
"Finn," she hisses, and suddenly her eyes flash. "Do it."
"Do what?"
"Fuck me," she snarls. "If that's what you want."
"I can't."
"Liar," she hisses.
"I'll hurt you," I groan, her cunt dripping against her thighs.
"You'd be doing me a favor," she hisses.
"Shut the fuck up."
"Fuck off, Finn," she cries, tears pooling in her eyes.
"Shut your fucking mouth, Sophie," I snarl.
"Why?"
"Because-"
"Because what? You can't fuck me, because it might be too much for me?" she hisses.
"Maybe."
"Don't," she mutters.
"I'm sorry, Sophie," I whisper, and for a second, I really mean it. Then she makes a move to get away from me, and I catch the scent of her ripe, juicy little cunt begging for my attention.
"Stay still," I hiss.
"I'm not going anywhere," she mutters.
"Then let me look at you."
"Pervert," she whispers.
"Slut," I hiss, pushing her against the wall.
"Is that the best you can do?" she hisses.
"Don't fucking tease me, Sophie," I growl.
"I'll tease you all I want."
"Not right now," I hiss, my hands curling into fists.
"Then when, Finn?"
"Just not now," I hiss.
"What's the problem? Don't tell me you've fallen for me," she whispers, her eyes flashing.
"I have," I snarl.
"Oh, wow," she groans, her hands curling against her hips.
"What's wrong?"
"I didn't expect that," she hisses.
"You wanted me to say it, didn't you?"
"Yes," she whispers, her eyes wide. "I... I want you."
"Then be happy," I growl. "You got what you wanted."
"You're right," she mutters, and her face breaks into a smile. "I'm so happy, Finn. I love you too."
"You don't have to say that," I hiss, feeling my dick throbbing.
"I'm not lying," she whispers.
"Good. Then take this fucking dress off."
She blinks, and her lips curl into a smile.
"Okay," she whispers, pulling her dress off her body. It pools at her feet. "Come in my pussy on the stairs, Finn."
Her father is about to walk in here any moment. I really shouldn't. But that's not going to stop me. I told Sophie not to fuck with me when I'm in this mood. Now her poor royal Dad is going to have to watch me pound his grandchild into Sophie's cunt...
"Fuck," I groan, taking her wrist.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to show you what happens when you disobey me," I growl, pulling her behind me as I storm through the house.
"What's going on, Finn?" she whimpers, her eyes wide.
"You're getting bred, Sophie," I hiss. "You wanted my cock so bad? Fine. Take it. Now."
I slam the front door open and carry her across the yard.
"What are you doing, Finn?"
"You'll see," I hiss.
I take her into the barn and lay her down in the hay.
"What are you doing?"
"You're not getting my child in a fucking motel, princess," I hiss. "We're making his kid right here. Right now."
"On the hay?" she gasps.
"Where else? On the bed? Are you really such a princess?"
"No, that's fine," she blushes, her hands reaching up and cupping her breasts.
"Prove me you want this," I hiss, unbuttoning my jeans.
"What?"
"Show me your cunt," I order.
"You've seen it."
"Show me," I hiss, dropping my pants to the ground.
Her fingers slide between her thighs and her legs part. She pushes her panties aside and spreads her pretty pink lips open for me.
"That's right, baby," I hiss. "You're getting exactly what you wanted."
"Fuck, Finn," she hisses. "Just do it."
"No," I hiss. "Spread it wide open and hold it like that for me. Beg for me to glaze you with my seed."
"Fuck," she groans, her hips pumping.
"Good girl," I groan, stroking my cock. "You like to watch me stroke myself?"
"Yes," she moans.
"You're a dirty girl," I growl.
"For you," she gasps.
"Fuck," I groan, watching her.
"Please, Finn," she begs.
"Say you want it."
"Please come on me," she whimpers, her pussy leaking all over the hay and wood. "Fill me with your baby."
"You sure, princess?"
"Yes," she hisses, her eyes flashing. "I'm yours."
"Say it again."
"I'm yours," she gasps.
"Forever," I hiss, and then my orgasm rushes through me. I pump my seed onto her cunt, coating her with it. She whimpers and writhes, her fingers playing with her clit as my load shoots into her. I keep pumping.
"Do you want a boy or a girl?" I hiss against the shell of Sophie's ear.
"I don't care," she cries, her body trembling. "I just want you."
"You've got me," I hiss.
"Good," she gasps.
"But you'll have me forever," I groan, stroking my seed into her. "Whether you want me or not."
"Finn," she cries, her body clenching as she comes, her orgasm spilling out of her.
"You're so fucking gorgeous when you come," I groan, feeling my cock throbbing again. "A boy or a girl, Sophie?"
"A girl," she whispers, smiling through moans. "Give me a little girl, Finn."
"Good," I hiss, my seed spurting all over her cunt.
"Yes," she gasps. "More."
"As much as you need, princess," I hiss, stroking myself against her.
"So good," she gasps. "So fucking good."
"Yes," I groan. "Fuck, Sophie."
"Fill me up," she cries, her back arching. "Fuck, I'm coming, Finn."
"Yes, Sophie," I hiss, my eyes darting to the door where a man in his fifties is watching, a horrified expression on his face. "Come for me."
Sophie screams, and her orgasm rushes through her.
"Daddy!"
"Shh," I whisper, covering her mouth. "Not right now."
My heart is pounding as I watch the man turn and run off.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!