Chapter 8
Finn
They throw me down into a damp jail cell and lock the door behind me. I can hear the key scraping in the lock and I groan, knowing this is only the beginning of a very, very long punishment.
"Finn," someone hisses.
I look up, and through the dark, I recognize my old friend, Jake. He and I got into all kinds of trouble together back in the day.
"Jake," I hiss.
"You got yourself into some shit this time, buddy."
"Yeah," I grunt.
"How the hell did you manage to kidnap the lost princess?"
"It's complicated," I mutter.
"Well, you've got a long time to explain it to me," he snorts. "I'm your cellmate."
"Fuck," I groan.
"What did you expect, dude? Murder, kidnapping, and illegal driving... and now you're telling me the princess is yours?"
"She's my wife," I hiss.
"Wife?"
"Soon, anyway," I hiss.
"Holy fuck, Finn," Jake mutters. "You've been busy."
"I guess," I grumble, lying back and staring up at the ceiling.
"So, the kidnapping part was true," Jake muses. "And the murder?"
"No," I lie.
"That's good," Jake says, his eyes widening. "You know, you're lucky they don't know it was you yet. Once the king finds out you kept her hidden, he'll have your head for it."
"My mother is dead," I hiss. "The kidnapper is punished. They should be happy enough with that."
"You think so?"
"I'm her husband," I hiss. "Whether they like it or not."
"You sound certain of that."
"I am," I mutter, thinking of the way Sophie promised she'd marry me.
"So, how the hell are you going to convince them you should be set free, and that you should be with the princess?"
"I have no fucking idea," I hiss. "Maybe you can help me come up with a plan."
"Shit, I'm fresh out of ideas too, man," Jake growls. "I've been down here for a day for getting into a bar fight."
I peer through the bars of the cells. "How long do they usually keep you down here?"
"As long as they fucking want," Jake mutters, and I groan.
1 week later
It's been a shitty of week of shitty food, Jake's shitty jokes and no sight of my girl. Every time I ask for Sophie, I'm told she doesn't want to see me. I've been in a jail cell for a week now. I have no idea how much longer I'm going to be here, and every night I lie awake and wonder where my wife is.
I've heard a lot about the royal family since being locked up. The king and queen are well-liked. Not that I would know. I haven't been around these parts since I was a teen and my mom skipped town. I thought she just abandoned me. I guess she kidnapped the royal kid, though. And then, when she saw me in Sophie's room, she didn't even recognize me.
I had to kill her. It's what the king would have wanted. Even from when I was a kid, I remember how much the royal couple loved their daughter before she was kidnapped. They wouldn't have let her kidnapper off easy. I've been protecting her the whole time.
But Sophie is gone. I don't know where she is or what's happened to her. The last I saw her, she was crying on my lap, her lips pressed against mine, her pussy bouncing on my cock. Fuck, she's so damn perfect. But she's been taken from me. And I'm never going to get her back.
The door opens and the guard looks at me, then nods.
"You've got a visitor," he grunts.
"A visitor?"
"The princess."
"Sophie?"
"Yeah," he mutters.
My heart starts to beat hard as he leads me to a meeting room. It's just a table and chairs and a window. But that's not what I notice. It's her.
"Sophie," I breathe.
"Finn," she whispers, her eyes widening. "You're okay."
"I'm alive," I hiss. The guard handcuffs me to the table and Sophie whimpers at the sight.
"Why are you handcuffed?"
"Because I'm dangerous," I smirk.
"You're not," she says. "You've been protecting me this whole time."
"Yeah," I growl. "That's right."
"They told me you were the kidnapper," she hisses. "Your own mother..."
"She was never my mother," I hiss. "Trust me, I was always just a pawn in her schemes."
"But she was still your mother... And she's dead now, Finn."
"She deserved it," I mutter. "For kidnapping you and keeping you hidden. For skipping on me and leaving me homeless."
"I'm sorry, Finn," Sophie whispers.
"I can't believe I found you," I groan. "But now, it seems like I'll never get to hold you again."
"Don't say that," Sophie whimpers. "Please."
"Is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"Do they know?"
"Know what?"
"About us?"
"We're not married yet, Finn," Sophie murmurs. "But yes, I've told... I've told my parents I love you."
My heart pounds. "What did they say?"
She swallows, looking at me with a twinkle in her eye. "They want to meet you."
"In handcuffs?" I hiss, getting annoyed as I growl at the guard. "You heard the princess. Uncuff me."
"You've broken the law, sir," the guard says.
"He didn't kidnap me," she says. "If anything, it was his mother. If you're going to punish anyone, it should be her."
"She's dead, miss."
"I know," Sophie whispers. "And he's the reason why."
The guard nods, and a moment later, my handcuffs click open. I rub my wrists.
"Better," I grunt.
"Sorry about that," Sophie murmurs.
"It's okay," I say. "As long as I can touch you."
She blushes and her eyes flash.
"I've missed you, princess."
"I missed you too," she whispers. "Come with me now."
We rush up the stairs and I pretend I don't notice the pussy guard following us at a respectable pace. It's a nice house, but not what I'd expect for the King and Queen. Then again, they've spent decades trying to find their long-lost child. That has to be hard.
"Where are your parents?" I ask.
"They're waiting in the garden," she says. "Come with me."
She walks through a set of glass doors and I follow her, my breath catching as I take in the lush garden, the flowers, the fountain. It's like a palace.
"Sophie," I say.
"Shh," she hisses. "Just stay quiet, please."
I look up and find a man and a woman, both middle-aged, staring at me.
"Mom, Dad," Sophie says, walking up to them.
"Is this him?" the king asks.
"Yes," Sophie whispers.
"The man who killed his own mother."
"To protect me," Sophie cries.
"Darling, it's not our place to judge," the queen says, her eyes wide. "But we have a duty to our kingdom."
"Which is why I'm marrying him," Sophie hisses.
"But the laws," the king sighs.
"Who gives a shit about the laws?" Sophie snaps. "I'm a princess. He's the man I love. I want him, and if he'll have me, I want him to be my husband."
"Finn," the queen says. "Do you love our daughter?"
"More than anything," I mutter.
"I suppose we don't exactly have a choice," the king grunts. "Given the circumstances and all."
"We're pregnant," Sophie gasps, and her mother's eyes widen.
"You're what?"
"Pregnant," Sophie whispers.
"Oh, dear," the king murmurs.
"Darling," the queen says, turning to the king. "Maybe we should leave the kids alone."
"Fine," the king grumbles. "But Finn, remember what I said. This isn't over. You still have a lot to answer for."
"I will, sir," I hiss. As soon as they're out of sight, I'm next to Sophie, burying my hands in her hair and swooping her up into my arms next. "Are you really pregnant?"
"Maybe," she gasps.
"We're having a baby, princess," I whisper.
"Maybe," she repeats, her cheeks flushing. "Okay, actually... we're having three."
"Three," I repeat dumbfounded.
"My parents had me take an ultrasound," Sophie mutters, flushing, not quite meeting my eyes. "Triplets. Little girls."
"Three," I whisper again, my brain not working properly.
"Are you mad at me?" Sophie asks.
"Why would I be mad?"
"I thought maybe you'd want a son."
"Princess, I want you," I hiss.
She laughs and kisses me. We're in the middle of the garden, making out like teenagers. My heart is pounding and my hands are everywhere.
"We can't, Finn," Sophie giggles.
"I need you," I growl. "Now."
"Here?"
"Now," I snarl, spinning her around and pushing her against the wall.
"My parents will see."
"Let them watch," I hiss. "Let them see me claim your pussy and fill you with my seed."
"Finn," she hisses. "You can't say things like that."
"Why not? Isn't that the point?"
"No," she gasps.
"Really," I snarl. "Because I can't control myself around you."
"Then don't," she gasps, her eyes flashing. "I know that's what you want."
"Yeah," I hiss. "Fuck, it is. What about what you want, Sophie?"
"I want it," she whispers, and then she's suddenly on her knees, my jeans pulled down to my ankles. Her hand wraps around my cock and she looks up at me, her eyes flashing.
"Fuck," I hiss, wrapping my hands around her hair.
"Give it to me," she hisses, and a second later, her pretty lips wrap around my cock and I lose all control.
"You want this cock?"
"Yes," she gasps, her voice muffled by my dick.
"Take it," I snarl, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her down on me.
She gags, choking on my cock.
"Fuck," I groan.
"Fuck my mouth," she whispers.
"You want that?"
"Yes, Finn. Now!"
"Fuck," I hiss, her pretty pink lips wrapped around me. I grab her head and slam myself inside, filling her throat. She's choking, gagging, and loving every minute of it.
"Fuck," I groan.
She takes me as deep as she can.
"You're mine," I hiss. "All. Fucking. Mine."
"Yes," she moans, and then she's coming, her eyes rolling back as I pump into her.
"Take it," I snarl, thrusting forward.
Her body convulses, her pussy dripping. Her hands cup her breasts, and her legs spread wide as she comes all over herself.
"You're my wifey now," I smirk. "You're going to come when I tell you to come. And I'm not fucking done with you yet."
"Finn," she moans.
"Say it, Sophie."
"I'm your wifey," she gasps, and a second later, she's coming all over again.
I can't control myself. I'm pumping into her throat, coming hard. She swallows me down and I let out a roar.
"Fuck, baby," I groan, pulling her onto her feet. "I need your pussy now. Right the fuck now."
"Yes, Finn," she whispers, and then she's pushing her skirt up, exposing her creamy thighs and her perfect pink cunt.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I groan, spreading her lips and running my fingers over her wet, juicy, delicious slit.
"Please, Finn," she whispers, her body trembling.
"Please, what?"
"I need your cock," she gasps.
"What are you asking for?"
"Your cum," she hisses.
"Yeah? Beg me, princess."
"Fuck," she groans. "Please, Finn. Please."
"You want to be a princess again, do you?"
"Yes," she gasps.
"Well, there's one way to make that happen."
"Fill me," she gasps.
"With what?"
"Your seed."
"My seed, huh? Is that what you want?"
"Yes, Finn. Fill me up. Breed me."
"That's a good girl," I snarl, and then I slam my cock inside of her and we're both groaning and hissing.
"Fuck," she cries, her cunt spasming.
"So. Fucking. Good," I snarl.
"Don't stop," she gasps.
"Never," I groan, fucking her fast and hard.
"I can't stop," she cries, her body quivering.
"Come, Sophie," I growl, my eyes jumping up to the windows above us. I see movement behind the curtain. "Come all over my cock, princess. Come."
"Fuck, Finn," she cries, and her pussy starts to convulse around my shaft.
"Good girl," I snarl, pushing myself into her and holding her tight against the wall. "Fucking take it."
"I want more," she gasps.
"Take what I give you," I hiss.
"More," she hisses. "Give me more."
"Greedy little slut," I snarl, fucking her faster and harder. "This is your last chance to soak my dick in your squirt, princess."
"Fuck," she gasps, and I feel her body shaking, her orgasm building.
"Come, Sophie," I growl.
"Yes," she whimpers, and a second later, her pussy explodes around me.
I groan, holding her against the wall as her body shakes.
"More," she gasps.
"Take it, you greedy whore," I hiss, pushing my cock deep inside of her.
"I can't... hold on..."
I push my tip so deep inside she screams. I can tell I'm past her cervix now. In her womb.
I lean in, smirking as I mutter in her ear, "Let's me paint your insides with more babies, princess."
Her pussy clenches around my length. "Yes, Finn. Please. Make me have your baby. I want it. I need it. I'm fucking craving it."
I pull her against me, pushing her dress up so her big breasts and ass are exposed, and fuck her from behind, my cock buried inside of her. She moans and squeals, her legs quivering as I take her.
"Finn, oh my god," she hisses, her hips shaking. "Yes, yes, yes!"
"Fucking hell," I grunt, my balls twitching as my orgasm pumps into her.
"Finn," she gasps, her pussy spasming around me.
"Take my fucking cum," I growl. "All. Of. It."
Someone starts banging on the window above us and I meet the eyes of the guards from earlier, flushed bright red. I salute him as Sophie falls to her knees before me, eagerly cleaning my cock.