The Chosen Pervert

Chapter 18: The Princess's Chamber

I couldn't sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again—the Dragon God's claws tearing through Rue, her blood pooling beneath her, her golden eyes staring at nothing.

It was just a dream, I told myself for the hundredth time.

But it didn't feel like just a dream.

It felt like a warning.

I sat up, running both hands through my hair, exhaling slowly.

The guest quarters were quiet. Grok's snoring rumbled from the other side of the room. Borin muttered something in his sleep. Aldric was still, his breathing steady.

Everyone else was resting.

Everyone else could sleep.

Lucky them.

I stood, pulling on my trousers and tunic, and slipped out of the room as quietly as I could.

The castle corridors were dimly lit by torches that cast flickering shadows on the stone walls. My footsteps echoed softly as I wandered aimlessly, trying to clear my head.

Tomorrow, we go through the portal.

Tomorrow, I go back to the demon continent.

Tomorrow, I might die.

The thought should have terrified me.

And it did.

But more than that, I was terrified of not finding them.

Of going through all of this—surviving the demon continent once, forming a party, traveling for a year and a half, infiltrating a castle, nearly getting executed—and still coming up empty.

What if they're not there?

What if they're already dead?

I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away.

No. They're alive. They have to be.

I turned a corner—

And stopped.

There was a door ahead, cracked open just slightly.

Soft light spilled through the gap, warm and golden.

I hesitated.

I should keep walking.

I should go back to the guest quarters.

I should—

But I didn't.

Instead, I moved closer, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Through the crack, I could see inside.

It was a bedroom—large, elegant, with a massive four-poster bed draped in silk. A vanity sat against one wall, covered in bottles and brushes. Candles flickered on the nightstand, casting soft light across the room.

And sitting on the edge of the bed was Princess Seraphine.

I froze.

She was awake, her long dark hair falling loose around her shoulders. She wore a gown—thin, almost translucent in the candlelight.

Very translucent.

I could see the curve of her body beneath it. The swell of her breasts. The line of her waist. The shape of her hips.

Fuck.

My brain short-circuited.

I should leave.

I should definitely leave.

But I didn't move.

She was beautiful.

Painfully beautiful.

She reached up, running her fingers through her hair, and the movement made the gown shift, revealing even more.

Stop staring, I told myself. You're being a creep.

But I couldn't look away.

And then she turned her head.

And looked directly at me.

Shit.

I froze, my heart hammering.

She saw me.

She's going to scream. She's going to call the guards. I'm going to get executed after all.

But she didn't scream.

Instead, she smiled.

A slow, knowing smile.

And then she gestured toward the door.

Come in.

I blinked.

What?

She gestured again, more insistently this time.

She's... inviting me in?

Is this a trap?

Is she going to stab me?

But her expression wasn't angry. It was... amused.

Curious.

I hesitated for another moment, then slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside.

She watched me as I entered, her blue eyes sharp and intelligent.

She tilted her head, studying me. "You were watching me."

"I—uh—I wasn't—" I stammered. "I mean, I was just walking, and the door was open, and—"

"It's alright," she said, her smile widening. "I don't mind."

She doesn't mind?

What kind of princess doesn't mind being spied on?

"I couldn't sleep," I said, trying to recover. "I was just... walking."

"Neither could I," she said. She patted the bed beside her. "Sit."

I hesitated, then crossed the room and sat down, keeping a respectful distance between us.

She turned to face me, tucking one leg beneath her. The gown shifted again, and I forced myself to look at her face.

Focus, Wyatt.

"You're nervous," she said.

"Yeah," I admitted. "Tomorrow's... a big day."

"You're going back to the demon continent."

"Yeah."

"That's brave," she said. "Or foolish."

"Probably both."

She laughed—a soft, musical sound. "I like that answer."

We sat in silence for a moment.

"Why are you doing it?" she asked. "Going back, I mean. My father said you've already survived it once."

"I'm looking for someone," I said. "Two people, actually. My mother and... someone important to me."

Her expression softened. "The fox-folk girl."

I blinked. "How did you—"

"I heard the guards talking," she said. "They said you mentioned her when you were interrogated."

"Yeah," I said quietly. "Rue. Her name is Rue."

"You love her."

It wasn't a question.

"Yeah," I said. "I do."

Seraphine studied me for a long moment, her expression unreadable.

"What was your life like?" she asked. "Before the Calamity."

I hesitated, then shrugged. "Quiet. Simple. I grew up in a small village. My parents were... good people. My mother was kind. My father was... complicated."

"And Rue?"

"She was my closest friend," I said. "She's been with me since I was five. We grew up together."

"And now she's gone."

"Yeah."

"And you're going to find her."

"Yeah."

She smiled. "You're determined."

"I have to be."

"Most men would have given up by now."

"I'm not most men."

Her smile widened. "No. You're not."

She shifted closer, and I felt my pulse quicken.

"Can I ask you something?" she said.

"Sure."

"Are you afraid?"

I hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. I'm terrified."

"Of dying?"

"Of failing," I said. "Of not finding them. Of going through all of this and coming up empty."

She reached out and placed her hand on mine.

"You won't fail," she said softly. "I can see it in your eyes. You're not the kind of person who gives up."

I looked down at her hand, then back up at her face.

"Thank you," I said.

She didn't move her hand.

And neither did I.

"Can I ask you something?" I said.

"Of course."

"Why did you invite me in?"

She tilted her head, considering. "Because you looked like you needed someone to talk to. And because I was curious."

"Curious?"

"About you," she said. "You're... different. From the men at court. From the nobles and knights and advisors. You're real."

"Real?"

"You don't hide what you're feeling," she said. "You don't play games. You're just... you."

I didn't know what to say to that.

She leaned closer, her eyes searching mine.

"Can I ask you something else?" she said, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Sure."

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

My brain stuttered.

What?

"I—uh—" I stammered. "I mean, once. A long time ago. It was... not great."

She smiled. "Not great?"

"It was bad," I admitted. "Really bad."

She laughed. "At least you're honest."

"Yeah, well," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "Honesty's all I've got."

She studied me for a moment, then said, "I've never been with a man."

I blinked. "Never?"

"Never," she said. "I'm a princess. I'm expected to remain... pure. For my future husband."

"Right," I said. "That makes sense."

"But that doesn't mean I'm not curious."

Oh.

Oh no.

"Curious?" I repeated, my voice cracking slightly.

"About men," she said. "About their bodies. About... everything."

Fuck.

This is happening.

This is actually happening.

"I've never seen a man's body before," she continued, her eyes locked on mine. "Not like that."

I swallowed hard. "Uh... okay."

"Would you show me?"

What?

"I—uh—" I stammered. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Because you're a princess," I said. "And I'm... me. And if anyone finds out—"

"No one will find out," she said. She reached out and placed her hand on my chest. "Unless you tell them."

I stared at her, my heart pounding.

This is insane.

This is absolutely insane.

But I didn't stop her.

She moved closer, her hand sliding down to the hem of my tunic.

"May I?" she asked.

I nodded, unable to speak.

She lifted my tunic slowly, her fingers brushing against my skin. I raised my arms, and she pulled it over my head, tossing it aside.

She stared at my chest, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"You're... strong," she said, running her fingers over my abs.

"I train a lot," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled. "I can tell."

Her hand moved lower, to the waistband of my trousers.

"May I?" she asked again.

I hesitated.

This is a bad idea.

This is a really, really bad idea.

But I nodded anyway.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband and slowly—agonizingly slowly—pulled my trousers down.

I lifted my hips, and she slid them off, tossing them aside with my tunic.

And then she stared.

Her eyes widened, her lips parting slightly.

"Oh," she said softly.

I felt my face burn.

Great. Now she's going to laugh.

But she didn't laugh.

Instead, she leaned closer, studying me with genuine fascination.

"You're... bigger than I expected," she said.

"Uh... thanks?" I said awkwardly.

She reached out, her fingers brushing against me, and I sucked in a sharp breath.

"Does that hurt?" she asked, pulling back.

"No," I said quickly. "No, it doesn't hurt. It's just... sensitive."

"Oh."

She touched me again, more confidently this time, wrapping her fingers around me.

Fuck.

I closed my eyes, my breath coming faster.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said, my voice strained. "Yeah, it's okay."

She started moving her hand slowly, experimentally, watching my face for reactions.

This is insane.

This is the most insane thing that's ever happened to me.

But it felt incredible.

"You're trembling," she said, her voice soft.

"Yeah," I said. "Because it feels really, really good."

She smiled. "Good."

She continued stroking me, her movements becoming more confident, more deliberate.

I gripped the edge of the bed, trying to hold on, trying not to lose control.

Don't come yet.

Don't come yet.

Don't—

And then she lowered herself.

Oh f**k.

Her mouth closed around me, warm and wet, and I nearly came right then and there.

Holy s**t.

Holy s**t, holy s**t, holy s**t.

She moved slowly at first, tentatively, learning as she went.

But she was a fast learner.

Her tongue moved against me, her lips tightening, and I felt my control slipping.

I'm not going to last.

I'm not going to—

"Seraphine," I gasped. "I'm—I'm going to—"

She didn't stop.

And I couldn't hold back anymore.

I came hard, my entire body tensing, a strangled sound escaping my throat.

She pulled back immediately after I was finished, her eyes wide, and turned to spit into a chamber pot beside the bed.

I collapsed back onto the bed, my chest heaving, my face burning with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I'm so sorry. I tried to warn you, but—"

She laughed.

She laughed.

"It's alright," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I didn't mind."

"You didn't?"

"No," she said, climbing onto the bed beside me. "It was... interesting."

"Interesting?"

"Educational," she said with a smile.

I stared at her, still trying to catch my breath.

"You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?"

"Because I—because that was—"

"Because you finished quickly?" she said, her tone teasing. "You warned me. And besides, I think it's sweet."

"Sweet?"

"You were nervous," she said. "It's endearing."

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "I'm never going to live this down."

She laughed again, pulling my hands away from my face. "Stop. It was fine."

She nestled against my side, her head resting on my chest.

We lay there in silence for a moment, the only sound our breathing.

"Why did you do that?" I asked quietly.

"Because I wanted to," she said simply.

"But why me?"

She was quiet for a moment, then said, "Because you're real. Because you're not trying to impress me or win my favor. Because you're about to walk into danger, and I wanted to give you something to remember."

I looked down at her, my chest tightening.

"Thank you," I said softly.

She smiled. "You're welcome."

We stayed like that for a while, her body warm against mine, the candlelight flickering softly.

And then, in the distance, I heard it.

The sound of the castle waking up.

Footsteps in the corridors. Voices calling out orders. The clatter of armor.

Dawn.

Seraphine sat up, her expression shifting to something more serious.

"You should go," she said.

"Yeah," I said, sitting up and reaching for my clothes.

I dressed quickly, my hands still trembling slightly.

When I was finished, I turned to her.

"If I survive this," I said, "can I come back?"

She smiled. "I'd like that."

"Then I'll come back."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

She stood and walked me to the door, her hand lingering on mine for a moment.

"Good luck, Wyatt GreyFox," she said softly.

"Thank you."

And then I left, slipping back into the corridor and making my way back to the guest quarters.

Breakfast was... awkward.

The party gathered in a large dining hall, the table laden with food—bread, cheese, fruit, roasted meat.

The King sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable.

And beside him sat Princess Seraphine.

I froze when I saw her, my heart skipping a beat.

She looked up, her eyes meeting mine, and smiled.

A slow, knowing smile.

Fuck.

I sat down across from her, trying to act normal.

But it was impossible.

Every time I looked up, she was watching me.

And every time our eyes met, she did something.

A slight bite of her lip.

A slow, deliberate sip of her wine.

A knowing glance.

She's doing this on purpose.

Aldric, sitting beside me, leaned over and whispered, "You alright?"

"Yeah," I said quickly. "Fine."

He raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

"Positive."

He didn't look convinced.

Kira, sitting across from Aldric, was watching me too, her expression curious.

"You look nervous," she said.

"I'm fine," I said again.

"You don't look fine."

"I'm fine."

Seraphine smiled again, and I felt my face burn.

This is torture.

Finally, mercifully, breakfast ended.

We were escorted to the lower levels of the castle.

The corridors grew darker, colder, the air thick with mana.

And then we saw it.

The portal.

It was massive—a swirling vortex of light and energy, humming with power. The air around it shimmered, distorting reality.

The guards stepped back, their expressions wary.

The King stood at the entrance, his arms crossed.

"This is it," he said. "Once you step through, there's no turning back."

"I know," I said.

He studied me for a long moment, then nodded. "Good luck, Wyatt GreyFox."

"Thank you."

I turned to the party.

Aldric. Kira. Lyra. Borin. Grok. Sszareth.

They were all watching me, waiting.

"Ready?" I asked.

They nodded.

I looked back one last time.

Seraphine was standing at the edge of the room, watching.

Our eyes met.

She placed her hand over her heart.

I nodded.

And then I turned and stepped into the portal.

White light engulfed me.

And everything disappeared.