The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride

WARNING: SKIP IF YOU'RE UNDERAGED OR UNCOMFORTABLE. [SEXUAL CONTENT INCLUDED]

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Harold looked at his finger, which was wet. He carefully observed the liquid. It didn't look or feel like sweat at all.

Alicia's patience was running thin. But for some reason, just watching him was still fun for her.

He raised the wet index finger to his lips and dipped it into his mouth while looking at her.

Her breathing hitched, and she blinked at him again. He removed his hand from his mouth and gave her a coy smile before biting his lower lip.

He leaned down, but this time, he lay beside her. Very closely and looked at her face while his hand slid down again.

He could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as his hand went down until he dipped another finger and she made the same sound again, but she wasn't done with the moan when he crushed his lips to hers again while his finger moved in and out and the noises she made just kept echoing into his ears.

He liked the sound.

Alicia's hand also said down to the waist of his trouser band. She knew that if she didn't make any moves, he was going to spend all night probably exploring, and they didn't have the time for that.

Thankfully, the access was easy, and she was able to slide her hand inside and cup his erection.

He let out a moan into her mouth, and so did she. The tales about Alphas had been true. Very true. And it almost made her scared. It felt long, and it had a solid girth.

His finger moved faster, and she tried to use the same energy on him, but his actions kept distracting her, especially since he had returned to being aggressive with not only his finger but his kisses as well.

She felt liquids come out of him and drop to her hand. This just made the movement very easy for her, and he temporarily broke the kiss as he let out a deep guttural growl, but his finger didn't stop, and neither did her hands.

He opened his eyes to look at her, and as she panted and tried to take in enough air, she saw the gaze in his eyes flicker and a larger shade of red appear, making her breathing stop at once.

He leaned down to her shoulder at once, and as he gave her a strong bite that made her scream in pain, he inserted a second finger inside of her.

Now, she was torn between pleasure and pain for her, but the pain from the bite had hurt, and she looked at the bite and the blood all around it with wide eyes.

The one who had done it raised his gaze to meet hers.

"You've been with someone else like this before." He said with a deep, annoyed voice as his fingers continued to pump in and out of her.

His probing gaze remained on her face. As though he was waiting for an explanation and, at the same time, not wanting to get one.

She remembered when she casually told him about it a long time ago. Why was he so... unforgetful?

However, Alicia could not even talk if she intended to. Not only because he looked scary and arousingly scary, but because of what his fingers were doing to her. So all she could do with her mouth was moan, and it was getting louder and louder.

"W-Wait..." She tried to reason with him as she felt the familiar sensation of wanting to pee, but he ignored her and looked down at her blood.

He took a lick and muttered, "Bitter," but he still took another lick. His tongue trailed the entire bite mark and just kept moving down until he got to her right nipple and took it in his mouth.

Her eyes rolled back, and she turned to the side to face him, her hand wrapping tightly around him and throwing a leg over his waist to grant him better access. She tried to stifle her moans by biting down on his shoulder while her other hand took out his member from the pant.

He stopped and let out a long growl. This time, it wasn't guttural, but he let it out. He seemed not to care who they were disturbing, but she did, so she quickly sealed their lips to muffle it.

He temporarily gave her breathing space by taking his fingers out of her.

But before she could rest from it, she realized that their position right now was bringing both their genitals into direct contact, and this time, without any piece of clothing between them.

With a hand in her butt, he pulled her closer to him, and as soon as both their glands met, gasps escaped their lips.

He stopped again. And sat up. His eyes got a clear view of her entire body, and that same wicked smile formed on his face. He quickly kicked off his boots and stood away from the bed as he dropped his pants, standing naked before her.

She looked at him from where she lay, and her eyes widened as she saw all of him. One hand unconsciously went to cover her mouth. He pushed his hair out of his face and slowly returned to the bed.

Alicia wasn't sure how he did it, but she found herself flipped on the bed until she was lying on her stomach, and then he leaned down on her body, angling their genitals to meet.

She let out a sharp gasp when he pushed for the first time, and her hands clutched the bedsheets.

He didn't get into her.

He leaned even closer, and his lips were right on hers as he whispered,

"I may mark you."

"W-Wh-at?" She stuttered, sounding muddleheaded.

"It's forbidden to do such." He quietly explained.

She still could not fathom what he was talking about with his member still pressed against hers, rubbing erotically.

"You are... very tiny." He whispered. "I'm trying not to rip you apart. But... I can't promise not marking," he said before giving her a solid push and breaking into her.

Alicia buried her face into the bedsheet, and her grip on it tightened as she tried to muffle the pain, but she could not still help it.

He didn't move as soon as he entered. His hands found hers, and he covered them with his. He also used his tongue to lap at the sides of her face and neck, as a dog would do for its owner. His breathing was strong and ragged in her ears.

She felt hot all over. Especially down there.

She also felt full. She felt pleasure. She also felt pain.

But she needed more. So when she pushed herself back into him, he didn't need any further encouragement. He began to move. But he did so slowly. And with every move, he kissed and licked her body.

She cried out with every movement. Even though he was being slow for her, it didn't change the fact that he was quite big for her. He hadn't joked when he said she was very tiny.

However, with how easy his romping was, the pace increased, and his strokes became harder, longer, and faster.

She could feel his entire girth as well as the tip tapping her cervix.

There was an intense war inside of her between pain and pleasure.

And it seemed like pleasure was winning.

For both of them.

She unknowingly clamped around his member, and that just sent him even wilder as his pace grew intense. Her screams were less muffled now, but she was still conscious of the environment and bit hard into the bedsheet.

She wasn't the only one feeling such intense pleasure. The Alpha, who had never had anything to do with a woman in his entire life, felt even more pleasure than she did.

And just as she was sent over the edge, squirting out more liquid than Harold could fathom, his eyes went completely red, and his teeth sank into the back of her neck.

'WE DID IT!' She heard a loud voice, which was not from Harold.

The intense pain sent electric shocks of pleasure through her body, and as she cried out while also releasing more liquids, he growled loudly in her ear and reached his climax. Shooting rope after rope into her while he gently lapped at her body and the blood from the mark with his tongue. As she fell into sleep, she heard Harold say something that sounded like they should get married.

Alicia wasn't sure what happened next. When she came to, she slowly opened her eyes groggily and found Harold cleaning her with a towel, his eyes still laced with desire, but he let her sleep.

"You should rest," she said weakly, making him look up at her face. "Isn't tomorrow busy?"

He nodded. "King Cedric would be arriving at dawn. There is going to be an assembly in the morning."

She nodded and began to fall back into sleep.

"He... may be executed."

He sounded like he was asking for her opinion, and she opened her eyes faintly to look at him.

"Sing for me," she said instead and began to fall back to sleep.

He let out a short laugh and shook his head.

"I know not how to sing." He whispered as he watched her return to sleep.

The smile on his face slowly faded as he knew that he may never get to see her like this again.