The Royal Affair 👑 | Part 11: Prince’s Submission (Patreon)

All characters are 18+ and this story is entirely fictional.Everything that happens is safe, sane, and consensual.

Author’s Note: This part of the story is written from Elias's point of view.

“I wanted him inside me.”

The thought rang through me with a terrifying clarity. My chest rose and fell against his, my breath shallow, unsteady, the weight of centuries of tradition pressing down on my shoulders and yet none of it mattered. Not with his mouth on mine, not with his hands gripping my body like I was his lifeline.

I broke the kiss, gasping, trembling. “Damian,” I whispered, my lips brushing his jaw, my voice nothing but raw need, “I want… gods, I want you to fuck me.”

His body went taut beneath me. For the first time since this began, I felt him falter. His hand stilled at the small of my back, his chest heaving. He pulled back enough to look at me, his eyes dark but flickering with concern.

“Elias,” he breathed, shaking his head slightly, his thumb brushing the side of my face like I was glass. “Do you even understand what you’re asking me? It’s your first time. You’ll feel me, every inch. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I swallowed hard, heart racing, gripping him tighter as if my need could anchor me to him. “I don’t care,” I said, though my voice broke halfway through. “I’ve thought about it. About you. About this. I want to feel you in me. Please.”

His eyes squeezed shut, as if my words had torn something open inside him. When he looked back at me, all restraint was burning away, leaving only raw desire and a tenderness that almost undid me. “Prince…”

I kissed him again, desperate, trying to silence the doubt trembling at the edges of his voice. Between gasps I whispered, “I want it to be you. No one else. You.”

That broke him.

His hands slid lower, cupping the swell of my ass firmly, kneading like he’d dreamed of it for years. His mouth devoured mine, hungry, reckless, and I whimpered against his lips when one finger teased at the tight ring of muscle that had been aching for him.

The first push of his finger made me jolt, my body clenching around nothing, my breath ragged. “Ah—Damian—”

“Shh,” he murmured, kissing along my neck, his voice a low growl against my skin. “Easy, prince. Just my finger for now. Let me get you ready. You’ll take me better this way.”

The gentleness of his tone made my chest ache. My back arched as he pressed slowly inside, my hole fluttering tight around him. The intrusion burned at first, sharp and overwhelming, but his lips stayed on mine, his free hand stroking my hair, grounding me through every inch.

“You’re so tight, my prince,” he whispered, his voice breaking with awe. “Elias, relax. Breathe for me. That’s it. Let me in.”

I whimpered, my thighs quivering around him, but I obeyed. With each shaky exhale, my body softened, the burn easing into a deep, unfamiliar pressure. His finger moved gently, curling just enough to make my hips jerk.

“Does it hurt?” he asked quickly, his forehead pressed to mine, his eyes searching me.

“Yes,” I gasped, then caught his wrist before he pulled away. “But I want it. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

His breath hitched. “Gods help me, Elias…”

He kissed me again, pouring his soul into it as his finger slid deeper, stretching me, coaxing my body to yield. I clung to him, moaning softly into his mouth, the sting melting into a strange, aching pleasure that spread through my core.

When he added a second finger, I moaned out loud, breaking the kiss, my nails digging into his shoulders. He hushed me with soft kisses to my forehead. “I’ve got you. Just a little more. You’ll take me soon. I promise. Just breathe….”

His words lit fire in my veins. I ground down onto his hand, needy and shameless, chasing the friction even through the sharp stretch. “Damian,” I whimpered, “I can take it. I want you. Please.”

His jaw tightened, his self-control unraveling. “Elias, if I give you my cock right now—”

“Then give it to me,” I cut him off, desperation roughening my voice. “I’m begging you. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

He groaned like a man breaking, withdrawing his fingers only to grip my hips firmly, guiding me upward until I hovered over him. His cock, hard and flushed, pressed between us, thick and daunting against my trembling entrance.

For a moment, fear flickered sharp in my chest. My body was still tender, still resisting the inevitable. He saw it in my eyes instantly.

“Look at me, my prince,” he whispered, cupping my face, his thumb brushing my lips. “You can stop anytime. I’ll never push you further than you want to go.”

I kissed his thumb, meeting his gaze, my voice hoarse but certain. “I want to go all the way. With you.”

His groan was guttural, desperate. He positioned me carefully, the broad head of his cock nudging at my hole. My breath came in frantic, shallow gasps as I slowly sank down on his cock.

The stretch was brutal. My body clenched tight, resisting the thick intrusion. I whimpered into his shoulder, nails scraping down his abs as tears pricked at my eyes.

“Elias, relax,” he urged softly, his voice trembling with restraint. “Breathe… You’re so tight around me already. Let me in slow.”

I forced myself to inhale, to exhale, to lean into his steady hands as they guided me lower. With every inch of his cock, the pressure built, burning, splitting, until suddenly…my body gave way, and the head slipped inside.

I leaned down and moaned into his face, shaking violently, clinging to him as my body struggled to adjust.

He kissed me feverishly, murmuring against my lips, “That’s it. That’s my brave prince. You’ve got me now.”

I could feel him trembling too, fighting to hold still, his chest heaving beneath mine. “You feel… good, Elias, you feel unreal.”

Every nerve in my body was aflame, torn between pain and overwhelming fullness. My hole stretched tight around him, pulsing, learning him. My voice shook when I whispered, “More. Please, Damian. I need more.”

Slowly, carefully, he guided my ass further down, my body swallowing more of him, the stretch unbearable and in-tox-icating all at once. I sobbed into his neck, half pain, half pleasure, until finally I sank halfway onto him, stuffed full in a way that stole the air from my lungs.

He stilled me there, his hands gripping my hips firmly. “Enough,” he panted, his face tight with control. “You’re not ready for all of me yet. Let your body adjust.”

But even through the ache, a spark of pleasure bloomed, sharp and shocking. My cock, pressed hard between our stomachs, throbbed helplessly. A broken moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

Damian froze, then groaned low, his head falling back. “Fuck… that sound… do it again.”

My hips twitched without thought, and another strangled cry tore from me, this one edged with something sweeter, something dizzy’ing. The pain was ebbing now, replaced with a dangerous heat that coiled deep in my belly.

I looked at him, wide-eyed, breathless, my voice barely a whisper. “It feels… gods, Damian, it feels good.”

His eyes darkened, his jaw clenched, and I felt his restraint fray as his hands guided me gently, urging me to move.

The first slow lift and drop was agony…burning stretch, raw fullness but threaded with sparks of pleasure that made my toes curl. My voice broke into sobs and moans, half hurting, half craving.

He kissed me, frantic, devouring. “That’s it, Elias. Take me. Ride me slow. Let me feel you.”

My body obeyed, rocking in tentative bounces, and each movement sent waves of sensation crashing through me. The pain dulled further, drowned out by the growing sweetness of being filled, claimed, stretched around him.

And then it shifted. The angle, the depth, the way my body clenched just right. Pleasure bloomed hot and sharp, stealing my breath, dragging a cry of shock from my throat.

Damian cursed against my lips, gripping me tighter. “Yes..fuckk, yes. You feel that? That’s me inside you, making you mine.. My prince..”

I moaned, my head falling back, my hips finding a slow, desperate rhythm. The fullness, the heat, the pressure against that tender spot deep inside…it was unbearable in the best way.

I was riding him now, not just enduring but seeking, my body betraying my need as I sank down and rose again, the sounds escaping me raw and shameless.

He held me through it, eyes blazing, passion breaking through his concern, kissing me fiercely as if nothing else in the world mattered.

And for the first time, despite the burn, despite the fear, despite everything…

I was enjoying it.

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