The Dragon's Obsession

Chapter 5

Lynah's Pov

My entire body trembled at his words. I wondered if I was afraid of this man or if he was turning me on. I have to admit I was confused. My inexperience was apparent.

I was sure he was used to women with more experience in this area. But I was determined to do whatever was asked of me despite my lack of experience.

My knees were next to my stomach while my other half lay on the floor.

"Lay your head on the floor and raise your bottom. That way you won't see me."

I did exactly as he asked. My heart rate started increasing, and I could practically hear it like it was right next to my ear. The trembling had gotten worse instead of better.

With my ear to the ground, I could hear every single step he took, which only served to increase my anxiety. What was he waiting for?

I wanted to glance behind me to see what he was up to, but I stopped myself. I heard rustling behind me before I saw a piece of cloth on the ground.

My panties were yanked down suddenly, and I almost crawled away. However, I remembered who I was dealing with, so I stayed silent.

Even though I was inexperienced, I could feel his gaze on my butt. It left a trail of warmth, and I wondered if every woman he had been with felt the same way.

His gaze felt like it was burning into me, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. The cold air against my exposed skin contrasted sharply with the warmth of his presence. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on my breathing to calm myself.

His hand trailed up my thigh, sending shivers down my spine. He paused for a moment, and I felt his breath on the back of my neck.

"You truly are inexperienced, aren't you?" he said, almost to himself.

I nodded slightly, unable to form words. His fingers brushed me gently, exploring, teasing. My body reacted to his touch, and I bit my lip to stifle any sound.

"You will learn," he whispered, his voice both a promise and a threat.

Something about him wasn't right. I couldn't quite explain it, but it felt like he wasn't into it. It was as if he was merely attending to a duty, an exercise he wasn't looking forward to.

I felt his member on my butt as he rubbed slowly, trying to get himself hard. What made him this way? I wondered.

He rubbed my opening with a slow, steady motion that made me feel hot. My womanhood clenched in excitement.

Suddenly, he thrust forward without any warning. It felt like I was being ripped into pieces as his member pushed through my tight walls. My insides burned, and he didn't give me a second to compose myself. He thrust hard and deep inside me. The pain was unbearable, like someone was shoving a sword inside me.

Soft whimpers escaped my tight lips. Was this s*x? It felt horrible.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I held them back. The Crown Prince's movements were relentless, driven by a mix of frustration and something else I couldn't place. Each thrust seemed to echo his inner turmoil, and I couldn't help but wonder what had made him this way.

The pain began to dull, replaced by a strange mix of discomfort and a new sensation I couldn't quite identify. My body, despite my mind's protests, started to respond to his rhythm. My whimpers grew louder, and I could feel his frustration grow with each sound I made.

He paused for a moment, breathing heavily. "Quiet," he ordered, his voice rough.

I bit my lip harder, trying to stifle the sounds escaping my throat. He resumed his thrusts, slower this time, as if trying to regain control. The change in pace brought a different kind of sensation, one that was slightly more bearable.

His hand gripped my hip tightly, and I felt a shiver run through me. He was powerful, and his touch commanded obedience. I focused on the cold floor beneath me, grounding myself as he continued.

"Go and tell the Queen," he ordered, thrusting deeply. "Every detail about today!"

I kept silent, fighting to suppress any sounds.

"Answer me!!" he demanded, thrusting even deeper.

"Yes... Your Highness," I managed to reply, trying to keep my voice steady despite the tears threatening to escape.

"It seems you are enjoying yourself," he muttered.

His thumb brushed against my n****e, pinching it softly and sending a jolt down my spine. What was initially only pain was now blending into a strange, hazy warmth. What was happening to me?

He paused for a moment. Was it over?

Finally.

Just as I released a sigh of relief, he grabbed my ponytail, pulling my head back painfully.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, his tone cold and accusing.

Was he angry with me?

"Nothing, Your Highness," I replied, trying to stay composed despite the turmoil inside.

His grip tightened on my hair, pulling my head back painfully. I winced, trying to focus on his voice instead of the throbbing pain.

"Are you thinking of someone else?" he asked, his voice cold and accusatory.

"No, Your Highness," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pain and fear.

He released his grip slightly, but his movements remained harsh. The discomfort was relentless, and the mix of pain and unexpected pleasure made it difficult to think clearly.

"I don't want any thoughts of another," he said, thrusting harder. "You belong to me tonight. Remember that."

I nodded as best as I could given the position. Each thrust was a reminder of his dominance and control. I focused on enduring the moment, hoping it would end soon.

"Bear with it."