The Royal Affair 👑 | Part 12: Inside the Prince (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.

The pleasure came on so suddenly it made me gasp, a ragged sound that broke into Damian’s mouth as he kissed me. My whole body clenched around him, the fullness shifting from unbearable to intoxicating, like lightning running through my veins.

“Gods,” I moaned, shuddering, “I… I feel you.”

His chest heaved against mine, his face tight with control, his hands gripping my hips as if to keep me steady. “Elias,” he groaned, “you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

But I did. I could feel it in the way his cock pulsed deep inside me, thick and unyielding, filling me so completely I could hardly breathe. And yet all I wanted was more.

I rocked against him again, my thighs trembling, my voice breaking into a sob that turned into a moan halfway through. “Damian..oh gods”

He kissed me fiercely, almost desperately, like he was trying to pour all his restraint into that kiss. “Slow,” he rasped. “Ease yourself, prince. You’ll hurt yourself if you push too hard.”

But I couldn’t stop. The pain was melting, blurring into a deeper hunger. I rose shakily, my body clenching as I pulled off him, then sank down again with a moan that echoed against the chamber walls.

The stretch was brutal, yes, but gods…iit was everything.

His cock dragged against that tender spot inside me, and my eyes rolled back as my body clenched tight, milking him. “Damian,” I whimpered, clutching at his shoulders. “I need—ah—”

“You’re not ready for all of me,” he warned again, his voice trembling, but I could hear the way it frayed at the edges. He was close to breaking too.

I leaned down, kissing him hard, swallowing his protests. My lips brushed his ear as I whispered, “Shh. Let me. Please, Damian. Let me take you all.”

He groaned like a man damned, his grip faltering just enough for me to push further. Inch by inch, with ragged sobs, I sank lower, the stretch splitting me wide open, until with a final gasp I took him to the hilt.

I froze there, stuffed full of his seven inch cock, trembling violently. My ass fluttered around his cock, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The burn was unbearable, the fullness overwhelming but underneath it all, a wave of ecstasy surged so strong it made my vision blur.

“Fuckkkk,” Damian cursed, his head falling back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling in sharp, desperate heaves. “Elias, you’re killing me. You’re so tight… so fucking tight.”

My nails raked down his chest, tracing the ridges of his abs as I panted against his mouth. “I did it,” I whispered, half-disbelieving. “I took you… all of you.”

His eyes opened, blazing with equal parts awe and hunger. “You shouldn’t have been able to. Not so soon. But fuck…look at you… breathe now”

The words sent a shiver through me, my cock twitching helplessly where it was trapped between our stomachs, hard and dripping precum onto the planes of his abs.

I shifted experimentally, lifting myself an inch before sinking back down. A broken moan tore from my throat, the sweet ache of it spiraling into pleasure so sharp it made my toes curl.

Damian’s hands tightened on my hips, his voice hoarse. “Careful. You’ll—”

But I was beyond careful now. My body had found its rhythm, hungry, shameless. I rose again, higher this time, then dropped down onto him, the impact jarring through my body. I moaned, the sound raw, unrestrained.

“Gods, yes,” I moaned, my voice echoing off the chamber walls. “More, Damian. More.”

His restraint shattered. His hips bucked up into me, meeting my descent with a rough thrust. My body jerked, my cock smearing precum across his abs as I sobbed into his shoulder.

He kissed me fiercely, devouring me as I rode him, our mouths colliding between ragged breaths. His hands guided me now, no longer holding me back but urging me faster, harder.

The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room; the wet slap of skin, the gasps, the moans, the broken cries torn from my throat every time his cock slammed deep into that spot that made my vision go white.

I was riding him now with abandon, my thighs quivering, my nails digging into his chest, my head thrown back in ecstasy. The fullness, the stretch, the way he filled every inch of me…it was too much, not enough, everything.

And then—“Ah—Damian—!” I cried out, my voice breaking as the pleasure ripped through me. My cock, untouched, flopped against his abs, twitching violently as hot ropes of cum spilled across his stomach and chest. The release was blinding, tearing through me with such intensity I collapsed against him, trembling uncontrollably.

He caught me, holding me tight even as I shook in his arms, his cock still buried deep inside me, still throbbing with need. “Beautiful,” he groaned against my hair. “Prince…, Elias, you’re so beautiful like this.”

But he wasn’t finished.

Even as I trembled through the aftershocks, he shifted, rolling his hips upward, driving himself deeper inside me. My body convulsed around him, oversensitive, every thrust making me whimper and gasp.

“You came just from riding me,” he rasped, his voice low and rough. “Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

I could barely answer, my voice broken, my body pliant in his hands. “F-fuck me, Damian. Please. Harder.”

His groan was guttural, his control snapping completely. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider, and he thrust up into me with deep, powerful strokes that made my entire body jolt.“Aahh.. Aahh.. Ahh”

I clung to him, sobbing and moaning with every thrust, my cock already twitching again despite the mess I’d spilled across his chest. Damian’s face was tight with passion, sweat beading across his body, his jaw clenched as he drove into me. “Elias,” he gasped, “I can’t…, I can’t hold back—”

“Don’t,” I begged, my voice ragged. “Please, Damian, don’t hold back. Cum inside me. Fill me.”

His eyes blazed, his thrusts faltering as his body stiffened beneath me. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep, pulling me down onto him as he spilled inside me.

I felt it..hot, pulsing, flooding me and the sensation made my hole clench desperately around him, milking him through every spurt. The thick warmth spilled deep inside, each wave of it stretching the moment, coating me from the inside out. It was like fire and silk at once, a molten heat that spread through me, seeping into places I hadn’t known could ache for him. My body trembled around his cock, greedy, unwilling to let him go, every pulse binding us closer.

His face twisted in ecstasy, his groan muffled against my neck as he held me tight, chest pressed hard to mine, every muscle rigid as he emptied himself into me. I could feel his heartbeat hammering through his chest, wild and frantic, matching my own.

Slowly, the tension bled out of him. His groans softened into rough breaths, his lips dragging open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, damp with sweat. I shivered at the tenderness, at the aftershocks rolling through my body with every twitch of his cock still seated deep inside me.

I cupped the back of his head, pulling him to me, kissing him messily, hungrily. My lips tasted his sighs, my tongue brushed against his, and the world outside the chamber ceased to exist.

When we finally broke apart, our foreheads pressed together, I whispered against his mouth, my voice unsteady. “Damian…”

His eyes met mine, dark and unreadable in the candlelight, his hand stroking down my spine. “Prince,” he rasped, “what have we done?”

I swallowed hard, my body still trembling, the warmth of his cum heavy inside me. “What we wanted,” I said softly. “What I’ve wanted. For so long.”

He searched my face, his thumb brushing across my cheekbone, his expression torn between desire and guilt. “You don’t know what you’ve asked of me. What it means to have me inside you like this.”

I pressed a kiss to his lips, silencing him. “I know enough. I know I needed it. Needed you.” My words broke into a shaky laugh, half-delirious with afterglow. “And you gave me more than I ever thought I could take.”

His chest shook against mine with a low, rough chuckle, but the sound was tender, reverent. “You’re reckless, Elias. Reckless and brave.” His fingers curled against my hip, holding me tighter, as though he still couldn’t believe I was really here, wrapped around him.

I shifted slightly and gasped, the motion pressing his softened but still thick cock against my oversensitive hole, and the wet mess of his release spilled out of me around him, sliding down my thighs. My face flushed hot at the sensation. “Fuckk,” I whispered, hiding my face in his neck. “I can feel your cum… dripping out of me.”

He groaned low in his throat, his grip tightening possessively. “Don’t say that,” he murmured, his voice rough with renewed hunger. “Or I’ll take you again before you’ve even caught your breath.”

I laughed weakly, kissing the hollow of his throat. “Maybe I wouldn’t stop you.”

His lips found mine again, slower this time, lingering, like he was trying to memorize every line of my mouth. The kiss deepened, and with it came that unspoken acknowledgment…this wasn’t just lust, wasn’t just recklessness. This was a bond that neither of us could ignore anymore.

When we finally pulled apart, our breath mingling in the quiet, Damian’s voice softened, almost breaking. “You’re the prince.. If anyone knew…”

I silenced him with another kiss, firmer this time, my hand cupping his jaw. “No one will know. This—” I pressed my forehead to his, my body still wrapped around his, “—is ours. Just ours.”

His thumb stroked my lower lip, his eyes burning into mine. “Then gods help us both, Elias. Because now that I’ve had you…” He kissed me again, fierce and consuming, “…I’ll never let you go.”

I melted into him, the weight of his words sinking deep, heavier than crowns, heavier than duty. And yet, for the first time in my life, I felt light.

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