She Dreamed The Monster First

Chapter 32

"The air in Princess Lynna's chambers was thick, not with the usual scent of lavender and incense, but with the raw, musky odor of desperation.

She paced the length of the room, her bare feet silent on the plush rugs, but the storm inside her was deafening.

Vaelith's rejections burned hotter than any fire.

Every "no," every cold dismissal, every time he had turned those silver eyes away from her, had only fed the hunger twisting in her gut.

It wasn't just desire anymore; it was a need to be filled, to be used, to feel something other than the agonizing frustration of being denied by the one man she couldn't command.

Her body was a mess.

Her p***y throbbed, a wet, aching void that demanded attention.

Her n*****s were hard, painful points rubbing against the thin, translucent silk of her gown, betraying her state to anyone who looked.

She could hear them, she knew she could.

The guards outside.

The whispers in the corridors about the Princess's insatiable appetites, about the dark, desperate things she did when the court was asleep.

Fine.

Let them whisper.

Tonight, she would give them a show that would make their whispers turn into screams.

She stopped pacing.

Her chest heaved as she stared at the heavy oak door.

With a trembling hand, she yanked it open.

The two guards outside snapped to attention, hands on their sword hilts, eyes widening as they found themselves staring directly at the Princess, her face flushed, her eyes wild.

"You.

And you,

" Lynna barked, her voice cracking with a mixture of royal command and raw lust.

She pointed a shaking finger at the two men.

They were large, armored, their faces obscured by helmets she couldn't see through.

Good.

She didn't want to see their faces.

She didn't want to see anyone but him, and since he wasn't here, these faceless bodies would have to do.

"Inside.

Now.

"The guards exchanged a quick, confused glance.

Protocol dictated they stay at their post. Protocol dictated they never enter the Princess's private quarters uninvited.

But the look in her eyes—dark, desperate, and commanding—broke their resolve faster than any direct order from the King could have.

They stepped inside.

Lynna slammed the door and locked it with a sharp, final click.

"Strip," she ordered, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

She didn't wait for them to hesitate.

Her hands flew to the ties of her gown, pulling the silk over her head in one frair tic motion.

The fabric pooled on the floor, leaving her naked, her full breasts bouncing with the force of her movements.

She spread her legs slightly, letting them see the glistening wetness coating her inner thighs, the swollen, pink flesh of her p***y exposed and inviting.

"Both of you.

Now. I want your c***s out and hard.

Do you understand me?

"The men didn't need to be told twice.

The sight of their naked Princess, her body glowing in the candlelight, her eyes blazing with a hunger that terrified and aroused them in equal measure, shattered any remaining discipline.

Armor clattered to the floor as they stripped off tunics and trousers.

Their c***s sprang free, already stiffening, thick and heavy.

Lynna didn't hesitate.

She dropped to her knees between them, the rough floor biting into her skin, but she didn't care.

Her hands reached out, wrapping around each shaft.

They were hot, hard, and pulsing under her touch.

She stroked them in firm, steady pulls, feeling them thicken and grow even harder in her grip.

A moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unfiltered need.

"Good," she murmured, her voice trembling.

"So good.

"She leaned forward and took the left guard's c**k into her mouth.

She didn't tease.

She sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salt and sweat of him.

Saliva coated the shaft as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper, her nose pressing against his pelvis, gagging slightly but refusing to pull back.

At the same time, her hand pumped the other guard's c**k, twisting her wrist on each upstroke, her nails digging into the sensitive skin.

She switched, sucking the second guard while jerking the first.

Spit ran down her chin, dripping onto her breasts, mixing with the sweat on her skin.

The guards groaned, their hips twitching involuntarily as she worked both c***s with a hungry, desperate enthusiasm that bordered on madness.

They had never been touched like this, never been wanted like this.

The Princess of the realm was on her knees, servicing them like a common w***e, and the power of it made their heads spin."

Enough,

" Lynna gasped, pulling back.

Her lips were swollen, her chin slick with saliva and semen.

She rose, her legs shaking, and climbed onto the bed on all fours, raising her ass high, her p***y exposed and dripping.

"One of you f**k my p***y.

The other use my mouth.

Now.

"The first guard moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh.

He lined his c**k up with her dripping entrance and thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

Lynna cried out, a sound of pain and pleasure that echoed through the room.

At the same time, the second guard grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and slid his c**k into her mouth.

She gagged but took him, her throat working as he f****d her face.

The room filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, the sound of her being used, of her body being taken in ways she had never allowed before.

The guard behind her pounded into her, each thrust rocking her forward onto the c**k in her mouth.

She moaned around the shaft, pushing back to meet every thrust, her p***y clenching around the man inside her, juices running down her thighs.

The guard behind her reached under, his rough fingers finding her c**t.

He rubbed in tight, fast circles, and Lynna's legs shook.

Pleasure, sharp and blinding, shot through her.

"Harder," she gasped when the guard in front pulled out, allowing her to speak. Her voice was hoarse, broken.

"f**k me like you mean it.

Make me forget everything.

"They switched.

The second guard slammed into her p***y while the first fed his c**k back between her lips.

Lynna sucked greedily, hollowing her cheeks, taking him as deep as she could while her cunt was pounded from behind.

Every thrust rocked her forward, forcing her to take him deeper, to choke on him, to feel every inch of him.

She was close.

Too close.

The pleasure was building, a tidal wave ready to crash over her.

She came first, her p***y spasming and gushing around the shaft inside her, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.

A muffled scream vibrated through the c**k she was sucking as her body shook uncontrollably.

The guard behind her groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate.

He buried himself deep inside her and flooded her with hot c*m, filling her, marking her.

Moments later, the guard in her mouth pulled back with a grunt and painted her face, her tongue, and her lips with thick ropes of seed.

Lynna swallowed what she could, then licked her lips clean, tasting the salt and the shame and the pleasure.

She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide.

Cum leaked from her well-f****d p***y, mixing with her own juices on the sheets.

The room was silent except for their heavy breathing.

The guards stood there, panting, looking down at the Princess, naked, covered in their fluids, her eyes still burning with that same desperate hunger.

Lynna stared up at the ceiling, her chest heaving.

It wasn't enough.

It would never be enough.

Vaelith's face floated in her mind, his silver eyes cold and distant.

"Again," she ordered, her voice hoarse, broken, but still commanding.

"I'm not done with either of you yet.

"The guards exchanged another glance, this one filled with a mixture of fear and awe.

But they didn't hesitate.

They couldn't.

Not when the Princess looked at them like that.

Not when she was offering herself up like this.

They moved to obey.