A Very Awkward Romance

New Quarry

I looked at her lips. They were so full, and I wondered if those lips had ever touched a man in any way. I looked into her eyes; her stare was blank, but I could see something dark behind them.

"Your wedding night? Then you already have a chosen bride?" She sighed in relief. "Then I will not have to resort to any shenanigans. I can return to my mother, threaten to light my hair on fire if she tries introducing me to anyone else, and go home." She curtsied to him. "Good luck on your wedding night, your highness."

He felt an inexplicable feeling of panic followed by annoyance. He pushed away from the wall, blocking her way. He wasn't done with her yet.

"You have misunderstood. I do not have a bride yet." He felt the need to feel her against him. To trap her. He stepped forward again, forcing her back against the wall, placing his hands on either side of her head.. A thrilling tingle spread through his chest as he watched her eyes go wide.

"Can you please step back, your highness. I really have no interest in anything you have to say." He felt intensely irritated at her dismissal. He leaned back ever so slightly and considered letting her go, but no, she was far too much fun.

"No interest?" He leaned in, her chest almost touching his, and he felt the pressure building in his abdomen just thinking about what she would look like in this very position with much less fabric.

"Tell me something... What would it take to make you interested? Money? Power?" His voice dropped so low she felt it in her soul. "Or perhaps you like men who can make you come undone without even touching you?"

He could not stop staring at her full lips. He wanted to start there, kissing her so hard she would struggle to breathe properly. Would she beg for more? He wanted to hear her beg... He lowered his head until he could smell her floral-scented hair.

"I could make you forget your own name by the time I am done with that pretty mouth of yours..." His mouth brushing against her ear. Her eyes went wide again, and he growled without realizing he was doing it. He bit down on his tongue to make himself stop vocalizing all the physical urges he was experiencing. "I could send you to Nirvana by stretching that tight little cunt of yours with my cock..."

She looked shocked, then slowly he watched her face shift as she processed what he said.

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She felt the bile rise in her throat. Ew, just ew. Was he serious? Then it hit her. This could be the very thing to turn this royal man w***e away for good. She plastered on her dumbest expression.

"I'm confused.... what is a cunt, and why would I want your chicken stretching it?" She looked at him, confused.

"Is that palace slang?"

She watched with great satisfaction as his hungry gaze fell from his face and was replaced with absolute shock. Then he burst out laughing. Real, genuine, unrestrained laughter. He nearly doubled over, wheezing; he was laughing so hard, his hand, still on her hip, took on his weight as he held himself up.

"Chicken?" He managed to wheeze out as he wiped his tears of mirth from his damned deep blue eyes. "You really have no idea what I am talking about, do you?"

Moron. She thought. All she had to do was look at him doe-eyed and deny everything. Men in this world really did think women were simple. She continued to bat her lashes and look at him, all perplexed. He straightened up again, his face now bearing an expression laced with fondness. The kind of look one might give a pet that pet was doing something completely stupid, but still thoroughly entertaining. His hand that had been on the wall moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin.

"A cunt is another word for your pretty little pussy..." He continued to mansplain, "and my c**k would be doing the stretching."

"But I do not own a cat, your highness, but I do believe you can find one around the kitchens or the stables." She batted her eyes again for extra emphasis. She was unsure, at this point, if she felt the urge to vomit more strongly than she felt the urge to laugh in his face. His mouth fell open, and his jaw momentarily flapped like a fish as he struggled to find the words he needed to respond to her 'innocence'. She snickered inwardly. He let out a low groan as he removed his hand from her face to run it over his own. Pinching the bridge of his perfectly sculpted nose as if warding off a migraine, he muttered aloud to himself.

"A cat? Seriously, a cat?" He sighed before moving his hand to her chin, making her look directly into his eyes. "How are you this unbelievably innocent?"

Both his hands dropped to his side and he walked to the opposite wall before turning to face her again, his hand running through his hair in frustration. His earlier, predatory amusement, was now replaced with exasperation.

"I will make this simple for your uneducated, virgin ears." He stated bluntly, carefully, as if teaching a particularly slow child how to write their name. "Your cunt is your f*****g p***y. My c**k is my d**k. When I say I want to stretch your p***y until you are screaming my name....."

She interrupted him, schooling her face to look properly shocked and horrified. "YOU WOULD PUT YOUR WHAT IN A CAT!?"

He stared at her, stupefied, eyes wide, for what felt like an eternity stuffed into a fraction of a minute. Then he let out a loud strangled noise that was a cross between a laugh and a groan of pure frustration.

"I AM NOT STICKING MY d**k IN ANY CAT!" He practically shouted the words in her face. She really had to bite down hard on the insides of her cheeks to keep from laughing as he continued, "For the love of all that is holy, I am talking about your p***y! Your v****a! The hole between your legs that gets wet and tight when you are aroused!"

He turned away momentarily as he breathed deeply, clearly trying to compose himself. While he was not looking she pinched her own arm to keep herself from falling over in hysterics. Instead, she tried to look concerned, confused, maybe a little scared. When he finally turned back to her he almost looked angry. Oh yeah, looking a little scared was the right call. She thought.

"Aroused?" She asked cluelessly. "You know what, never mind. I do not want to know. My mother said v*****s are off limits until marriage. I never plan on getting married, so I do not need to know anything about d***s in v*****s or what arousal is. Not to mention that it is completely inappropriate for a man to discuss such things with a lady."

She felt quite smug as his face twisted into something very unattractive for a fantasy novel crown prince.