The sounds of my cries of pleasure mixed with the prince’s wild panting echoed throughout the bathroom as we continued mating. The prince’s thick shaft pounded faster and harder into my flooded love tunnel while I moaned and cried out in complete ecstasy. The louder I cried out; the rougher the prince’s thrust became. His heat filled and stretched me, and I was certain that his cock had grown thicker and longer as he rammed it against my womb. “It’s…so deep…inside…” I whimpered in between my lewd moans.The sound of our bodies slapping against each other echoed loudly as he continued giving it to me like he could no longer control himself. The prince wrapped his arms around my waist and pumped his cock deeper into me as he groaned my name. I could feel my pussy getting wetter as it wrapped its wall hungrily around the prince’s cock. “Mila…” the prince groaned my name.I felt his breath close to my ear before his hands reached up to massage my breasts. His cock moved relentlessly ins
I woke up the next morning alone in bed with my lower abdomen aching from the intense mating ritual that I went through with the prince last night. For a moment, I felt slightly relieved that I didn’t have to face the prince immediately when I woke up. That feeling of relief was only fleeting and short-lived before it was replaced with an overwhelming sense of worry and then embarrassment. I shouldn’t have begged the prince to cum inside of me last night. No matter what I thought, I knew very well that it was already too late. What was said was said and what was done was done. At least, that was how it was supposed to be. I would have been a lot less embarrassed of what I had said had there been resulting actions that actually went my way. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case and that only made me feel like I was fighting a losing battle no matter how hard I tried. In the end, the prince never came inside of me, and the result was the awkward atmosphere between us the following morni
“It’s not just that…” I began talking but suddenly the car came to a stop. “We’ve arrived,” the prince announced. With such bad timing, we arrived at our destination and the conversation that I was having with the prince had to be put on hold. Prince Leonard got out of the car before extending a hand my way to help me out. “This place…” I murmured as my eyes widened in shock.All my worries and the conversation that we shared had absorbed all of my attention and I didn’t recognize where we were headed until we had arrived. My hands flew to cover my mouth as I tried to stifle my cries of shock. My face and then my entire body suddenly felt numb from shock as my mind struggled to come to terms with the fact that I was truly back where it had all started.“I can’t believe this…” I muttered as I turned to look at the prince while demanding silently for an explanation. It was true that we didn’t always get what we wanted when we wanted it. Despite all the times I prayed and wished that
I wanted to call out the names of all the girls, but my lips wouldn’t move, and I felt muted. The truth was that I was scared that if I were to call out their names, I wouldn’t get a reply. The place wasn’t at all large, so I could already tell with a sinking feeling in my core that none of the girls were there anymore. “There’s no one here…anymore…” I murmured as I felt tears welling up in my eyes.What happened to the girls? Where did they all go?The sight of little dear Sally chained and locked in a cage when she was brought up on the stage at the auction house immediately came into my mind. Although I didn’t want to think of that, I couldn’t help but fear that the same thing might have happened to all the girls that used to live here. “Mila…” the prince called my name calmly.“Prince Leonard…Leo…where did all the girls go? Please tell me, where did all the girls go? There were so many girls living here…with me…” I asked as I stared up into his face. I could feel tears swimming
“Is this your room?” the prince asked as he followed me into the small room.“It’s small, isn’t it?” I asked shyly. “It feels cozy in here,” he replied as he looked around.There wasn’t much to see to begin with and I was certain that he was just saying that to ease my worries. Old memories came flooding back and soon enough I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes as I started to feel even more emotional than before. I turned to conceal my face from the prince as I pretended to look around the room. I thought that I wanted to return to the orphanage but now that I was here, I felt a strange urge to escape from the place. Although I was happy to have the chance to return, I also felt uncomfortable at the same time. It was such a strange mix of feelings that left an empty feeling in my chest. “Thank you for bringing me back here, Prince Leonard,” I thanked him formally. “You’re welcome. I just thought that you might be missing home,” he replied tenderly. “It’s hard to explain what
It wasn’t a passionate hug, but I felt his compassion more than all the times that he held me in his arms before. My entire body shook as I wept in his arms. So many emotions overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t do anything as they all seemed to burst out. It was a very bittersweet moment. While I was relieved that everyone was saved, I couldn’t help but feel hurt about the situation that the girls had to go through. Then I started hoping that everyone involved would get the punishment that they deserved.Most importantly, I prayed that no one else would have to go through what we had to go through. I prayed that girls growing up in other orphanages wouldn’t have to be sold into slavery like this in any shape or form. Prince Leonard held me in his arms as he patted my back comfortingly. I knew that everything turned out much better than I could have ever hoped for and that was thanks to the prince stepping in and sorting everything out. Despite knowing that, I couldn’t bring myself to stop
“Let me try that again. Did you know or did you think that I was worried?” I asked.“What are you trying to get at, Mila?” he asked without beating around the bush.I wasn’t trying to play games with him, and my question was just as it sounded. I wondered if he just guessed that I would be worried and that I wanted the girls to be saved or did he actually know with absolute certainty that that was what I wished for.“I…wonder if you could have read my mind…” I replied softly.The way the prince’s eyes stared deeply into mine told me that he understood the true meaning behind my words. I didn’t mean it in the metaphoric sense but in the literal sense. It did occur to me that the prince may have somehow read my mind and figured out what I wanted. Prince Leonard had a slightly conflicted look on his face as if he was debating what he was going to say to me next. That was enough to let me know that I must have guessed correctly.As far as I was aware, all we were able to do was communicat
“So…what kinds of memories of mine did you see?” I inquired. “I guess, I saw the ones that you wanted me to see,” he replied after a moment of thought.“What does that even mean?” I asked as I frowned at him. I had no idea what he meant. If I didn’t even know that he could see my memories, then could I have possibly selected the ones that I wanted him to see. Even now that I thought about it, I had no idea which memories I wanted him to see. If I could choose, then the decision would be really simple. I didn’t want him to see any of my memories at all. I wondered how memories are perceived when seen by someone else other than me. Did the prince see my memories the way I saw them?I wondered if he could feel the emotions that I felt at that moment when he saw my memories. Perhaps, what he saw was something similar to what I saw when I got a peek in on that one particular memory of his. Did I see that memory because he wanted me to see it? Why? “At first, I wasn’t quite sure what