ONE | HER SWEET MOANS

[POV: Milian]

She actually said no.

The sheer absurdity of it tasted metallic on my tongue. I, Milian, the kingdom's most coveted nightmare, was accustomed to women who crawled, begged, and bled just to warm my sheets. Yet this creature—born in the filthy corners of a pleasure house—dared to refuse me.

I had summoned her to my chambers to break her. A simple punishment for yesterday's pathetic disobedience.

"Please, sir... I will send my sister instead." Her voice was a fragile tremor. Tears blurred her eyes, painting me as the monster of her worst terrors.

I snapped. In half a breath, I had her pinned against the stone wall, my forearms caging her in. The scent of her fear—wild and intoxicating—mixed with the faint aroma of jasmine. She stood rigid, terrified that even a breathless graze of her skin against mine would sentence her to death. Her pathetic resistance only made the blood rush southward. I was rock-hard.

"Look at me." The command left no room for hesitation.

She flinched, raising her chin. Her lips quivered. Delicious, plump lips that begged to be bitten until they bruised.

"It takes less than a minute to shatter you, Sera Seraphina, or whatever nothing-name you go by."

Her breath hitched.

"Drop the 'untouched saint' act. It will hurt less."

"Why... why me?" she whimpered. "You have everyone."

I leaned in, brushing my nose against her damp cheek. "Everyone isn't here, are they? You disrespected your Prince."

She squeezed her eyes shut, turning her face away. I dragged my lips along the delicate shell of her ear, feeling her violent shudder. "Tears are cheap. They don't melt me."

"I didn't think... I didn't think you'd even notice," she stammered.

"I notice everything." I ground my hips slightly forward. "Your little hobbies outside these walls? I don't care. But when I want you in my bed, you appear."

"I don't... I don't want those painted women to train me!" she burst out out of nowhere, her voice cracking with raw defiance.

"Are you yelling at me, Sera?" I closed the gap, crushing her softness against my rigid frame. She twisted like a caught bird, but the moment she felt the unmistakable jut of my erection against her thigh, she froze. Her wide eyes mirrored absolute terror.

I grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, yanking her head back, then guided her small, trembling hand down to cup my arousal.

"You drive me insane," I murmured against her trembling mouth. "And I will have you. There is no other outcome."

"If I... if I use my mouth, will you let me go?" she bargained, her eyes desperate.

A dark chuckle escaped me. I threw her onto the mattress. "I don't want your mouth. I want to feast on you until your throat bleeds from screaming."

"No!"

She scrambled backward, but I caught her ankles, dragging her underneath me. My hand bypassed the fabric of her skirt and tore her panties down.

Fuck.

She was drenched. A slick, hot mess. Every primal instinct roared to tear her open and bury myself inside her until she couldn't remember her own name. But I didn't want a rape. I wanted her to shatter her own pride and beg.

"Let me go!" She slammed her tiny palms against my chest.

"When you cum, you leave."

Before she could scream, my hand clamped over her mouth. I buried my face into her throat, my thumb flicking the swollen bud of her clit. A muffled sob vibrated against my palm. She arched off the mattress, fingers clawing at the silk sheets as I slid two fingers deep inside her tight core.

I dropped to my knees, hauling her hips to the edge. My tongue traced the soaking folds, lapping at her juices while my thumb kept up a relentless rhythm. She let out a jagged moan that sent jolts straight to my groin.

If she sounded like this just from my tongue, what sounds would she make when I finally spread her thighs and broke her hymen?

I dragged my lips up to her stomach, licking the sweat off her skin before diving back into the wet heat. She screamed, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. Just as her hips started to spasm, I pulled away.

She snapped her eyes open, staring at me with a breathless, desperate agony.

"Will you come when I call?" I traced the pink petals with a lazy index finger.

"Y-yes! Don't stop!"

"You'll join the group sessions?"

"I don't want to..." she sobbed.

"Say it."

"I want it!"

"What do you want?"

"Eat me! Please, just don't stop!"

I plunged my fingers back in, catching her overflowing juices with my tongue. Her body instantly convulsed, legs locking around my shoulders as she rode my mouth with wild, jagged thrusts. A high-pitched, shattered wail echoed through the room before she melted into a boneless puddle of bliss.

I licked my lips, tasting her essence, a dark euphoria settling in my chest.

When I restrained her wrists above her head, her cheeks were flushed crimson.

"Can... can I go now?" she panted.

"You're blushing." I bit her cheek hard enough to mark her. "Get out. And tell your sister to bring a whip."

If she thought this was the end, she had no idea what kind of monster she had just awakened.