My Prince From Another Time

Prologue - Part 2

My eyelids separate bit by bit creating an opening for my eyesight to discern a crowded mass of people with uncanny appearances around me. Mumbles surround my ears from every angle. Their accent is dissimilar from mine but the utterance is distinctly enough to give me a hint that we speak the same language.

“Can you believe it?! This girl just fell from the sky out of nowhere!”

“How did she do that? It's a miracle that she's still alive after that sort of impact!”

“Don't tell me she's a divine daughter of our Almighty God from the heaven who dispatched here to save us from a fatal catastrophe?”

“Or mayhap she is just a spy that was sent here from the other realm to monitor our state's military and economy?”

“Save your speculations later. More importantly, we must inform the royal guards without further ado about this incident. I'm certain they know how to deal with this accordingly.”

“Yeah, I concur.”

“The same for us.”

What are they chattering about? Me, a divine being? A spy? Ridiculous. And why are they mentioning about calling the royal guards? Do they hit their heads and forget that these individuals do only exist under the rule of a monarch a long time ago? More crucially, where am I? What is this place? How did I get here?

There are so many questions whirling in my mind and comprehending each one of them wouldn't be easy to do so. Nevertheless, leaving this unsolved won't do any good to me. I have to find the answers before insanity swallows me whole.

I commence to get my limbs in motion and regain my standing posture. As what is presumed, my body receives minor damages from the fall which puts me in a teetering condition for a while. It's a mystery that I only get a slight numbness and bruises with no internal injuries or broken bones. Keeping my questions later and gathering necessary information are the wisest moves to be made first, looking around to get some clues ought to be my prime concern and must be conducted at once. I advance to the scene of the happening as these folks steer away from me making sure of a safe distance. While drawing near the site, a food stall comes into view under a disintegrated state on the ground with grubby edibles in complete disarray that is more likely my fault. Taking accountability and making amends for the inconvenience that I have done to the owner should be undertaken by me with the intent of clearing my name from this freakish mishap. Unfortunately, it is too late to keep myself here any longer as those men in a clanky-armored suit yell at me to stay still with a man, tramping along their side, points his forefinger and glares his furious eyes straight at me as if I did something terrible to him. Probably he is the owner of this stand of nosh that I'm searching for and apparently denotes the intimation of no room for negotiation based on his incensed look. This sets my feet into a rush as a gut feeling of extreme threats intensifies within regarding my safety.

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This is the last thing I remember before putting myself into a run-and-chase scene with these pursuers. Everything comes to light and my goal becomes clear. Finding my way out is not far from reality since I've got something up my sleeve now. It's time to make a move and proceed to my plan's execution.

I grab the mantle from the store without hesitation and put it on in a hurry. They attempt to catch up with my speed then I try to double their exertion but being in poor shape gets in the way of pulling this off. It's almost a close call of merging myself into the throng but I run out of luck as my efforts go in vain.

A midsize wain laden with fruits obstructs me from achieving my aim when it abruptly crops up ahead of my route impeding my course of action which forces me into a tad static position to avoid the expected collision. My anxiety of getting caught arises as the tension causes my skin to glisten due to the irregular secretion of perspiration.

What I am suppose to do now? If this is my fate, accepting it is the sole option since there's no escape from it. After all, I'm just a nobody with no path of living. There's nothing for me to hang on, either a purpose to prolong my existence. Perhaps this is a perfect opportunity to end my futile life.

As despair suffuses all over my bones impairing every nerve that I have to stave this adversity off along with my spirit being tremendously dropped, a man's figure comes to my aid, lunges towards my arm, and manages to seize it tenaciously right after a cart appears at my rear side shielding my view from those people behind me. My body goes with the flow of its force since I've been enervated due to exhaustion while being hauled into the narrow alley which hides my presence. Screaming out loud becomes my sudden reflex from his alarming deed but a palm presses hard on my mouth preventing me to squeak even the slightest sound. I roll my eyes up and catch sight of a face covered by a textile mask with his liquid eyes being fixed on the motions of the royal guards as my bones stop to act with a response trying to break down how dire my current situation is.

How strange, why does an improbable impression flustering my mind that my safety is assured in his clutch? My head refuses to think of a struggle as the heat of comfort invades the resistance throughout my body. This is not a normal reaction, he's just a complete stranger posing a threat to my security so why I'm acting up like this?

After ensuring the guard's egress from this area, his warm yet rather rough callous palm gets a hold of my hand and drags me vigorously but I apply pressure against his tug engendering him to halt.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this?” I query with a suspicious look head-on.

“Is that your way of giving your gratitude to the person who helps you?” He responds rather coldly.

“This is not the perfect place to discuss this. It's only a matter of time before they reappear with auxiliaries to find us, is that what you want?”

I avert my look away from his eyes. His words make sense, but making even a single step is impractical now. The damage that I have received has taken effect, the worst case is it might inflict a severe fracture in my body as there's still no certainty of not having a lethal injury inside me. Plus, a feeling of oddness unsettles me every time I take a glance into his eyes, prolly it's a sign that giving him my trust shouldn't be done.

“Sorry, but you can go now. I can handle this myself.” I speak while disengaging my hand away from his.

“Hmm... stubborn one huh.” He grins like crazy as if he's up to something.

“Oh, look! The royal guards are coming back!” He yells, pointing a finger at my back.

“What?!”

I spin my head around checking if the words that come out of his mouth are true, but how witless I am to be duped by his simple trick.

“Sorry for this, Miss.” A disconcerting whisper travels in the air till it lands in my ears from behind causing me to make a sudden flinch.

“W-wait, what!”

My forearm receives a forceful clasp from his hand then he tugs the other one the same way and gets it wrapped both around his neck while showing his back at me, crouching his body to level his shoulder under my chest. Afterward, a powerful lift has been given to my legs by his brute strength, bends my knees a little while interlocking his fingers underneath to support our balance, and lastly, tightens his hold between his upper and lower arm to give me a piggyback ride. An unconscious grasp from my hands crosses down to his collarbone as a result of my fear of getting a fall.

“Hey! Let go of me! This is plainly harassment. If you don't let me off this instant, I'll make sure to put you into jail.” I warn as he starts out to progress his tread now.

“Let you go? Then what? Leave you here alone to be caught by them unsure if they're going to spare your life? Not under my watch. I'll bear the consequences after we get this over.” He persists and keeps on going despite my reluctance.

What an impressive and compelling words to say. He probably thinks that I would fall into his manly trap by just acting up like a hero in front of me. Tsk, a man is always a man, he's no different. It's beyond doubt that there's an unethical motive behind his act but application of force is meaningless now since he's my only way to flee from this danger. If he wants to play, fine. I'll let myself get along from the time being and give this scoundrel a good beating until I recover from these mild wounds, then plan a thorough getaway in due course.

“Hmph, just be definite that you have a clean intent and are not taking advantage of me or else I will slit your throat wide open.” I convey with extreme caution.

“Are you really able to do wicked stuff like that?” He taunts with a mocking snigger of provocation.

“Tsk, wanna test me out huh? Very well then, forgive me for what is going to happen to your neck here.” I point the razor-sharp tip of my nails at his squishy skin, giving him a cue that it only takes one wrong move for his life to get a horrible death.

“I'm just kidding, don't take it to the heart, haha.”

Oh, this kind of threat works for him, huh. Then, I guess making this womanizer my toy to burn some time while being together will be more fun than a barrel of monkeys.

“Hmph, stop your bullsh*t chatter and just concentrate on the road.” I scowl and drift my eyes off of his irritating face.

“You know what, I kinda like that fierce attitude of yours and the way you glower your face when you are mad. I find it too cute.” I steal a glance back at him as he exhibits a familiar simper on his lips.

A tingle of exhilaration disturbs the tranquility of my heart as my pale cheeks turn beet red. Flattery from a man isn't enough to move me, but the nature of being a woman is sometimes hard to counteract. I undeniably hate it when it activates subconsciously in a random circumstance.

“I see, you like hitting on girls that much huh? Let's elucidate this subject, I'm not that “type” of woman that you think I am. So you better put an end to the lecherous thoughts inside your head and just focus on getting away from this place.”

“Then, I want to tell you this as well. If you keep running your mouth like that, I might end up putting you down at this moment and kiss you on the spot right away.”

Have those words irrupt into my ears clear and correctly? He has the audacity indeed to give such condition while being hostage by my hand at this point. How brave.

“Say it again?” I squeeze his neck by my enraged fingers firm enough to scare the h*ll out of him.

“Ahh! H-hey! D-don't choke me, it's just a jest!” He implores for clemency realizing how frightening I am.

“Know your place, you perv,” I suspend the gagging process out of sympathy and give him his very last chance.

“Alright, calm down.”

As we carry on, my body gets a heavy feeling of extreme tension as an alarming inkling of peril sends butterflies in my stomach. The good air of atmosphere at my rear suddenly turns into a drastic alter as suspicion hits my head that there's definitely someone enshrouding himself/herself in the crowd behind is having an appalling stare at me which renders myself insecure about my safety, so I envelop my face in total concealing and never dare to look at my back for additional protection. Am I just exaggerating my hunch? We better move faster, any minute from now and I may faint out of terror.

“By the way, where do we go? How long should I wait for me to get off of you? It's exceedingly discomfiting to linger over this arid ride and I can't stand receiving a lot of attention from those censorious eyes. Seriously, are your feet just made for nothing? C'mmon! Move your a*s a little brisk!”

“You've already enfolded your whole face with that mantle of yours, why still bother? As for our destination, I'm afraid that it is a dark, lonesome, and isolated place where no one is able to witness a vicious crime that will betide once I bring you there, haha.”

“Stop messing with me, remember your neck here.”

“Rest assured, I'm not the kind of man who takes advantage of a woman, especially under a poor state. My father built a small hut situated between the entrance and the center of the forest, that's our target location. Have no fear as I'm wholly aware of its surroundings so your safeness is guaranteed. There's no prospect of me bringing you to my home because my mom will definitely suspect you as my girlfriend and then force me to get married soon.”

“Who would like to marry you? A pervert? I doubt that there's a woman out there who's willing to submit herself to someone like you even if you are the last man living on earth.”

“You're so mean, are you always like that, acting like a mad old hag?”

“So what? It's none of your business. You better shut your maddening mouth up or my temper will go wild at you.”

“Yes ma'am! As you wish.”

Finally, serenity emanates from all sides. It's been a while now since my ears experience this sort of quietude. However, this perverse guy shows zero sign of having no intention of getting off my nerves.

His impish fingers, slithering up and down my legs, recognize by my body. A rousing prickle permeates in every part of my skin as a weird flush on my cheeks re-emerges.

“Hey! Watch your hands down there!” I wrestle with his inappropriate behavior in rather discomfiture.

“It couldn't help, your legs are too soft and my hands become slippery out of sweat, they're getting loose from my grip.”

“I swear, you're dead after we get this through!”

After a lengthy process of waiting, we've ultimately reached the hut that he mentions as the caliginous sky of dusk comes to pass. I've been laid on a bed made up of bamboo canes as well as the walls while the roof is filled with palm leaves. It's retribution time, I badly want to land a solid hit on his vexatious face but my body is unable to heed any of my commands now. Lethargy signals my bones due to fatigue from that tedious ride on his back. Maybe, having some rest first might be a better option though I couldn't be ascertained that this guy won't do anything silly to me once I take a nap. How should I treat this matter? This irritating feeling of weariness hampers my brain's functionality to generate a solution, so it's helpless to hold back my drowse in this condition. I-I can't maintain my vigilance anymore, I'm... going to take a slumber now.

“Sweet dreams, little bunny.”

W-what's going on?! A weight of discomfort presses hard against me awakening my body in full alert. I raise my upper lid with cognizance trying to figure out the source of this detrimental sensation that is diffusing all over me at present.

My peepers perceive a clear view of the image of that perverted guy which somewhat resembles the portrait of the prince in my world as I get a sight of myself lying under his figure engendering my body to make an alarming response of rebellious motion. I produce an intense aggressiveness of breaking free but his indomitable power far surpasses mine and pins me down against the bed extinguishing my faintest hope. A chill runs down my spine as he pushes me into a corner forcibly witnessing his immoral act of fiendish deportment right before my eyes.

“N-no! You said you're not this kind of man, liar!” I utter with my heart racing in trepidation.

He draws his head closer to mine and speaks, “My apologies, but my manhood can't keep its composure in front of a beauty like you.”

He shifts his course toward my left ear and mumbles something softly into it rendering my body to shudder in horror, “It's too late to throw a tantrum now. Just be submissive and we will finish this in just several moans. Since I'm a refined lad, I would like to prepare you beforehand. Get ready to be sprayed by me all night, my dear. What do you prefer, a sweet savoring or hot and spicy? Or... would you rather choose both?” His agitating yet enticing voice vibrates internally as he advances his bazoo to my earlobe and takes a gentle bite which constrains me to produce a delightful moan.

“Aah... That hurts...”

He runs his fingers smoothly from my jowl onto my lips, parting it slowly as he leans his libidinous mouth over mine. I gulp in tense while a puff of perturbation escapes from my chops that is now clashing against his breath, my bones freeze.

“Tonight, you are mine. Don't you think of me letting you go because when I lock my eyes upon someone, I never, ever, let her go until I bare my fangs of affection and sink it deep into her flesh, a mark of being an official property of mine.” He vocalizes with a menacing tone.

An uncontrollable stream of liquid fills up my body as a burning sensation of heat inside amplifies. It's getting hotter and hotter like water being boiled in a kettle with an uprising temperature.

“W-wait, what are you planning to do?!” I ask in fright.

“Isn't it obvious, sweetie? Of course, men always do their thing, I'm no different.” He responds with a daunting look.

“Y-you can't do it, a*shole! I haven't given my permission, I-I won't allow some random stranger that I met just a while ago to get my chastity. I refuse! Let go of me or you are going to regret this, there's always a consequence from every action you make.” I fume and endeavor to provoke the goodness of his heart, just in case he owns such a thing.

“I can handle whatever consequence it is. Having a taste of you is more important to me. Don't fret, I'll be considerate since this is your very first. I'll ensure to bury this unforgettable night into your memory and guarantee your utmost ecstasy after making our bodies as one.” He replies with his lascivious ogle scanning all around me.

“Sc*mbag!” He really hits a bad nerve in my interior outraging an irate outburst of movement which gives the control back to me once again. I seize the opportunity to lift my right arm aiming to clout and shove him away but he captures it in the process then pinions my limbs down the bed anew as he places his face inches away from mine.

“Don't make this hard for me, little kitty. You know making yourself scarce is infeasible under my watch, so why don't you just go with the flow? Besides, your body seems to contradict every word that is coming out of your mouth. Be honest to yourself, you long for this, right?” His eyes stick against mine.

“As a woman, of course, lustful desire lies within me, the same with your kind. However, for my dignity, I want to do it out of love, with someone who shares the same amount of tenderness and warmth with me. I'm willing to link myself to someone who fully knows my in and out, who's always there for me through thick and thin. The one that will cherish my very existence no matter what until the end of our lives even in the afterlife. So, surrendering my body to someone I don't even know just for pleasure and bodily contentment will be the biggest remorse of my life.” I answer with a daring outstare opposing his.

“Hmm... Interesting. A unique rodent like you shouldn't go to waste. I am getting more awakened because of what you've said, awfully admiring! As a reward, I'll give my best performance and techniques to meet your satisfaction. And as you wish, we will do it out of love.” His fingers are now pinching my chin, gradually pulling it and pausing near his lips. Too close!

“A-are you insane?! What kind of love are you talking about? There's no way that it could occur for only a short period of time. It's as clear as day that your purpose of doing this is to quench your unvirtuous body.” I fume in repugnance as I turn my head to get off his grip.

“Just let our action decide whether this will be a product of genuine endearment or not instead of running our deceitful mouths. How frustrating, you have really forgotten me, do you?” He withdraws his countenance and shoots a sullen gaze at me.

“What do you mean? Do I know you? Have we met before? Please clarify your statement as it's hard to apprehend that perfidious words of yours.” I catechize him in total bewilderment.

“Nevermind, it's useless now. I can't earn your trust regardless of what I say, so I will just convey my feelings for you through my actions.” He approaches his face near mine once more and takes a securable clutch on my hands.

“If you really like me, use a proper method to make me fall, not this kind of bestiality.” I attempt to refrain him long enough for me to accumulate every last whit of my strength and perform a final effort to bust out.

“It's too late for that.”

His moist and titillating tongue lands on my neck, softly glides up back and forth, and moves across my nape as I struggle with uttermost force but not sufficient to forbear him. A secretion of watery fluid sticks throughout leaving a dampened trace.

He pauses momentarily to remove his upper garment as my eyes behold an apparent sight of his broad shoulders and eight-pack abs that set my body on fire a bit in spite of my defiance. I receive a bite on my ear one more time but it's much harder than the previous, an ineluctable moan of self-gratification breaks out of my mouth subsequently.

Before my brain processes a word, his lips travel toward mine and strike into it in a flash like a ferocious predator devouring its prey, I clench my fist in vexation. A contact of suction takes place over and over then he spares no effort to infiltrate my loath inner mouth by his soaked tongue that is presently twisting against my own, coaxing it until a trickle of foreign liquid fills up my lingua. A stimulating sensation dominates thoroughly wiping out all the opposition within myself then multiple gulps of arousal reach down my throat as my body completely falls under his spell.

He begins to unbutton my blazer and white blouse one by one until the voluptuous figure and t-shirt brassiere of mine reveal in front of his sight. His lewdness drives him to tear up my lingerie while battling against my countermeasures. In the end, my vitality runs out of fuel since he has the higher advantage of being a man and I fail to quash his humiliation as a result, rendering my C-cup knockers to be entirely exposed into his salacious peepers. My extremities are still under his control as my bones immobilize in dread, currently unable to defend myself from his savage act. A blush of embarrassment manifests on my cheeks as he throws my apparel away after completely unclothed my upper body.

Here comes his tongue again, spreading his stomach-churning fluids over my abdomen up to my chest along with various sniffs turning on my skin sensitivity of alien touch. My heart throbs in disquietude as I make a heavy breathing of despair. His both hands crawl up my torso and grab my melons with a gentle squeeze then grope them in a circular motion, while his lips go back to mine and perform another suction.

My mind turns wholly blank as the process of molestation continues. His thumb and index fingers locate the core of my b*obies in two shakes then execute a bunch of nips and fondles causing my t*ts to erect due to an inexorable sensual response. Inevitable moans come out from time to time in addition.

He's done with my mouth now, leaving sticky substances in every corner. However, based on the course of his look, the next target will be my bre*sts. His tongue dives into my chest while his grope activates its aggressive behavior. He licks my n*pples in a spiral pattern then s*ck them like a vacuum with a little pull. My body creates multiple unnecessary movements in a subconscious manner due to the rising heat of tension inside as the pitch of my moans escalates dramatically.

His wickedness becomes acute when his amorous hands take off my skirt sinfully, leaving only the underwear to obscure my intimate part. His fingers dancing like a worm on my thigh, across the hamstring, and under my bum hit my senses making my focus to shift down there.

“H-hey...” My body trembles in fear.

He pays no heed to my goad of talking things out first and just carries on pleasing himself. Juices unconsciously squirt out of my innocent feminine hole damping my pink undies which cause my untouched vag line to be visible at the center. His eyes are now locked upon there while displaying a lubricious smirk on his face.

He slides my panty laying bare my wet chaste v*lva having a gush of erotic liquid that is unstoppably running down like a river flow.

“I'll drill you up first to widen your p*ssy for my D to fit in using these two naughty fingers of mine. But I doubt that you can bear this both so I'll be kind and go for one for a while. Here I come!” His left-hand fingers advance aiming to prod and rub my c**t while his right hand is in the process now of inserting its middle finger into my tight, virgin box.

“You uncultured swine! N-no... Stop!”