When Prince Alec decided to prank Princess Alice once more to vent the gnawing anguish left behind by the deaths of his loyal subordinates, something unexpected shattered his focus.
Just as he crept near her private chamber, ready to enact his mischief, he suddenly froze in place.
Muffled moans, clearly carnal and unrestrained echoed from behind the ornate door to Princess Alice's private quarters.
His feet halted as if chained to the stone floor.
A cold, instinctive dread coiled in his gut.
He didn't understand why, but something deep inside him screamed not to look, not to shatter whatever fragile illusion he had left of her.
And yet… a sick, clawing curiosity pulled him forward.
Peering through a narrow gap in the door, Prince Alec's eyes went wide. His breath caught sharply in his throat.
What he saw slammed into him like a lightning strike to the gut.
There she was—Princess Alice, the woman he had quietly yearned for, fantasized about, placed on a pedestal of purity and grace—on all fours like a bitch in heat.
Every trace of her proud, noble demeanor was gone.
Her dress was shoved up around her waist, her undergarments torn and discarded beside her.
She was getting wrecked from behind, ridden like a fucking animal by some unknown man, some beast of a man, his hips crashing into her with raw, unrelenting force in a savage doggy-style rhythm.
The guy didn't fuck her with affection or care.
No, this was something else.
Primal.
Ruthless.
He yanked her golden hair like reins and rammed into her with brutal intent, each thrust making her entire body jerk forward as she choked out moans and gasps.
He didn't give her a second to breathe, didn't let her rest.
He gave her no quarter, no moment to breathe or recover—just a relentless, pounding rhythm that dragged orgasm after shuddering orgasm out of her until she was shaking, drooling, utterly overstimulated and mindless.
"Aah...! Urgh...! Aaah...!" Her voice cracked, trembling and incoherent under the weight of raw pleasure.
She couldn't form a single sentence; her mind clearly reduced to nothing but flesh and sensation.
Prince Alec's cock throbbed painfully hard in his pants.
He didn't know if it was rage, jealousy, lust or all three twisted together, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.
From beginning to end, he watched, entranced and humiliated, as the girl he crushed on reveled in pure, unfiltered debauchery.
And then, just as Alice shifted her head, almost turning toward the door—panic surged through him.
His body moved on instinct.
He bolted, ashamed, overwhelmed, emasculated.
He had never felt so fucking pathetic in his life.
Still, even as he ran, Prince Alec etched the stranger's face into his memory.
That smug, arrogant bastard. That guy. Alec swore he'd make him pay—pay for stealing what should've been his.
For defiling Alice. For showing him just how outclassed he really was.
Back inside the room, Chad glanced toward the doorway with a cocky grin, knowing full well Alec had seen everything before fleeing like a coward.
"You're wicked, Princess Alice," Chad muttered with a satisfied smirk, running his tongue across his lips.
"Same as you, my king," she replied, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement as she smiled back at him.
They were both still panting, the air in the room thick and humid with the smell of sex and exertion.
They knew. From the very beginning, they knew Alec would come. They planned the entire thing, a twisted performance, carefully orchestrated to break him, to humiliate him, to drive the dagger deep.
This wasn't just sex. This was war.
And now, the real showdown was coming. The war between the Campione would ignite right here, on the ashes of pride and lust.
"Are you sure your body's gonna be fine?" Chad asked, concern edging into his voice.
He knew well her physical condition wasn't in top shape after what they'd done.
"You underestimate me, my king," Princess Alice replied with a smirk, voice filled with fire. "I'll be fine. As long as I get my revenge on Alec, there's nothing I wouldn't do. A little soreness? That's nothing. Besides... it's probably the best thing I've ever done in my life. I never imagined sex could feel that good."
Her lips curled up in satisfaction. "If only I had a body as fit and strong as yours, we could go at it more often... and harder too."
"You will," Chad promised, his voice firm and absolute. "I'll make sure of it."
That simple promise made something stir deep inside her.
She let herself collapse into Chad's broad chest, sighing contentedly.
The scent of sweat, thick and heavy in the room, clung to their skin—testament to how hard they had just gone at it.
Her legs were trembling, her body spent, but she felt safe in his arms.
With her cheek pressed against his chest, she closed her eyes, heart still racing.
Chad gently stroked her hair, his fingers slow and soothing.
He shut his eyes too, letting the warmth between them carry them both off into a well-earned sleep.
...
Next Day
By the time Chad cracked his eyes open, he was already being pulled awake by a hot, wet, sucking pleasure so intense it dragged a low groan from deep in his chest.
He didn't even have to look—his mind registered the sight before his eyes fully opened.
His cock was buried to the hilt down Princess Alice's throat. Her lips were stretched tight around his thick shaft, and he could feel the slick, expert swirl of her tongue massaging every inch of him, as if her sole purpose in creation was to worship him like this.
The heat of her mouth was a perfect, wet vice, and the sounds of her sucking him off—wet, sloppy, and desperate—filled the quiet room.
She was giving him a full-blown morning service, and not a half-assed one either.
Her head bobbing in a relentless rhythm, taking him deep until the head of his cock nudged the back of her throat before sliding back with a lewd pop.
She repeated the motion again and again, her hands gripping the base of his shaft and his balls, milking him with a determination.
His hips jerked up involuntarily, fucking upward into that hot, willing mouth as the pressure in his groin coiled to a breaking point.
With a final, ragged thrust, he erupted.
A thick, heavy stream of cum shot straight down her throat.
She didn't flinch.
She didn't stop.
She swallowed instinctively, her throat working around him, taking every last spurting pulse until he was completely drained, his cock twitching against her tongue.
Only then did she finally pull back, a thin strand of saliva and seed still connecting her glossy lips to his tip.
She licked them clean slowly, a wicked, triumphant gleam in her eyes, ensuring not a single drop was wasted.
"Did that make you happy, my King?" she asked, her voice husky and teasing.
She was dressed—if you could call it that—in nothing but a thin, practically transparent naked apron that clung to every curve of her body, hiding nothing and emphasizing everything.
The sight alone was enough to make his arousal surge back, hard and demanding.
Chad growled low in his throat, a raw, primal sound. "Do you even realize what'll happen if you keep provoking me like this, Princess?"
"I do," she said with a confident smirk, already moving.
Without another word, she straddled him, her wet, dripping pussy hovering just above his throbbing cock.
She didn't wait for him to take control—she took it herself, sinking down onto him in one smooth, deep motion that drew a moan of pure satisfaction from her lips.
Then she began to ride him, hard and hungry, like a woman possessed.
Her hips moved with a demanding rhythm, squeezing him tightly inside her as if she was trying to draw another release from him right then and there.
It wasn't just lust anymore, there was something more. Every time Chad degraded Alec, every time he humiliated that so-called wannabe prince, Alice's obsession with him deepened.
Her loyalty turned into something hotter, darker—addiction.
And it wasn't because of some system quest or magical condition.
It was real. Raw. She wanted Chad with every fiber of her being.
And what was Chad supposed to do when a princess with a tight body, soaked pussy, and hungry eyes threw herself at him begging for a proper fuck?
The answer was simple.
Enjoy the hell out of it.