One Shot

The princess slammed the door behind her. Tears spilled from her eyes from frustration. What a travesty her life had become!

Her father had finally found her a husband, who was completely repulsive. He stood barely an inch above her but acted like he was twelve feet tall. He was egotistical in the worst way and had even tried to touch her inappropriately at their engagement dinner! When she had tried to tell her father, the princess was told that she would soon be a queen and to not complain. She “had been given a gift,” her father had said. Was there a way to return it? she thought to herself.

The princess collapsed to her bed, praying her betrothed, Prince Oliver, would not be so stupid to try and see her tonight in her chambers. While the young woman had always been precocious and very spirited, that had only outcasted her more than she already was. She was seen as something of a pariah, her mom having died during childbirth and her father hating her for it.

A few quick knocks hit the door before a voice was heard. “Are you decent, princess?”

She rolled her eyes. “I do not wish to be disturbed! Go away!”

Silence answered her, and she sighed in relief. Thank Heavens somebody listened to her around here.

It only took moments for her to swallow her words, because the silence ate at her and only made her situation that much worse. All she could do was think about it and how awful her predicament was. She quickly stood and picked her skirt up to run to the door.

Opening it quickly, she asked, “What is it?”

Before her stood a guard, although she was taken aback. While he wore the standard uniform of the castle guard, his appearance made him look unique to every guard in the kingdom. Instead of keeping it short and trim, his black hair reached his shoulders. He had these crystal blue eyes that were so deep he could drown her with a look. He stood taller than most, at least above six feet tall, and his build was more slender but still strong.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, your Highness.” His voice was a deep baritone that shook her. “Your father assigned me to guard your room for your few remaining nights. I simply came to inform you before you retire for the night.”

The princess eyed him. “What is your name? Why haven’t I seen you around here before?”

Clearing his throat, the guard answered, “My name is Andrew Biersack. My father is--”

“Christopher Biersack. He’s the head of the royal guard,” she filled in.

He nodded. “I’m very proud to be able to say that I am his son. I’ve recently just completed my training, but because of my father’s status I’ve already become a guard in the castle instead of the outer walls.” He shrugs, and a small smile stretches across his full, pink lips. “It is a little unfair, and I will not deny it. However, I will gladly do my duty as best I can. Especially for a beautiful princess.”

She was surprised again by his forwardness. Never had she met a man who had not feigned being coy around her. It was taboo to be so bold. This didn’t frighten her, however, only excited her.

“Well, I don’t think I’ll need much protection,” she said. “I’m not a poor damsel.”

“I doubt your father thinks of you that way.”

“Do you?”

“Of course not,” he said, flustered. “I simply meant I’m here to protect you as an extra measure. For your new husband, of course.”

The princess rolled her eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

Before the guard could reply, boots were heard stomping along the carpeted wooden floor. The repulsive image of the princess’ fiance came striding down the hall towards her. When he stood in front of her he bellowed, “My lady, I’m sure you are scandalized but thrilled to see me here tonight!”

Biting back unlady-like words, she forced a cordial smile. “Yes, of course. However, I am very tired. I will take my leave for the night.” She began closing the door.

With a foot in the door, Oliver stopped her from taking her leave. “My dearest, I simply will not leave without a gesture of your love! How will I dream tonight?”

She quickly tried to get the point across. “My liege, I’m exhausted. Please, not tonight.”

“Oh, my love,” he said, pushing his way in.

Suddenly, there was a set of structured shoulders in between him and her. “The lady is retiring for the night,” Andrew stated firmly.

Her fiance rose an eyebrow at the guard. “The lady is my betrothed. I wish to--”

“Your betrothed is tired and is trying to retire for the night,” he stated again firmly.

SIlence fell between the three. The princess had very high spirits as her guard protected her the way she wished to be. After a few moments, Oliver looked around Andrew. “Goodnight, my lady. Maybe tomorrow night.”

The two watched her soon-to-be husband storm down the hall. The masculinity Andrew had competed with Oliver’s false bravado and this no doubt irritated the nobleman. When he turned and left the hallway, Andrew turned to the princess again. “I’m sorry your fiance is not the most honorable of men. I will ensure he will not enter your chambers tonight.”

“Thank you, Andrew,” the princess sighed. She gave him a warm smile and a nod before bidding him goodnight. He exchanged one with her and turned his back to the door, standing completely straight as she shut the door.

With flutters in her heart, the princess began to undress. While a maiden usually helped her in the morning to tie her corset and put on her shoes, she preferred undressing herself in the evening. It wasn’t easy, with her large skirts and whale-bone corsets and intricate updos for her hair, but she felt satisfaction in knowing she could undo it all herself. After a few moments of struggling to get out of her outer layer or decorative clothing, the rest was more simple. She could remove her petticoat once the dress was off, and when that was off the whole process was much simpler. She unlaced her corset and took a long, full breath in, untied her shoes and removed her socks, stripped from her shift, and once she was completely naked she stretched her arms out and rejoiced in the feeling. The dress was a symbol, in a way. It was just as heavy and difficult as her responsibilities.

She changed into a thin gown to sleep in (but sometimes would just sleep in the nude), and then she sat at her vanity and brushed her long hair down from its arrangement. This was her favorite part, as having her hair brushed relaxed her in an odd way. Finally, the young girl pushed her covers back from her bed and rested, trying to find solace in her unconsciousness.



Screaming erupted through the princess’ room. She bolted upright, her breath taken from her and her eyes watering. She shook as she tried to grip onto reality, and slowly her brain figured out that her dream hadn’t been real.

The door opened quickly, and a tall figure blocked the dim light from the hallway. “Princess? Is everything alright?” Andrew asked.

The young woman wiped her eyes, trying to find her voice. “Y-Yes, I’m fine,” she said. “It was only a dream.”

After a brief pause, the door shut. However, Andrew was inside her room now. He walked over to her bed and kneeled beside it. “Are you sure you’re okay, your Highness? I’d be glad to offer any assistance I can to--”

“Stop calling me that,” she demanded, wiping her eyes. “I hate being called ‘your Highness.’ It makes me sound important. To everyone in this kingdom that couldn’t be further from the truth.”

Andrew paused again before replying, “I find you important. I do understand the King has never treated you very kindly, and that must have made your royal adolescence quite difficult. However, I value every life that has not wronged me, and particularly those of monarch’s lovely daughters. If you wish for me to call you something else, what shall I call you?”

She looked at him. “Well, not princess either. I don’t know. Nobody calls me by my real name.”

“What is your real name?” he asked.

She shook her head as she sat up straighter. She pulled her long brown hair over onto one shoulder. “My mother died during childbirth and therefore could never name me. My father hated that I killed her. When the nurse asked my name he called me a pariah, and therefore that was my name. I wasn’t given an official one. When I’ve been introduced to other royal families, however, they introduce me as Persephone. What a cruel name.”

“That means something like ‘bringer of death’ doesn’t it? How terrible.” He bit his lip and looked at her. “Well, if I am to call you by something other than your Highness, I will call you Pariah. I don’t find being outside what noble families find ‘acceptable’ to be a bad thing. Royal families have too many rules.”

The princess looked at him for a long moment. “Pariah,” she murmured. She loved it. Truly, she loved the idea of wearing her shame on her sleeve. Her father couldn’t stand her anyway and wanted to be rid of her. It’s not like going by the name he gave her at birth would change anything.

“That is acceptable. Call me Pariah from this day forward,” she confirmed.

“As you wish, Pariah,” he repeated with a grin. “Is there anything I can assist you with? Or would you prefer me to leave so you could continue to rest?”

“Stay,” she said, eager to learn more about this guard. He was certainly the most interesting character in her life, as every person with royal blood all had the same story. “Tell me about your life. Is it exciting outside these walls? I have never been allowed to venture out.”

“Ever?” he questioned. “That is truly remarkable. I could not imagine an entire life inside a castle. I grew up in the village, although my home is more sturdy and better built than most. As a boy I didn’t fit in with the children who were excited to be scholars, so I tried my hand at performing. Have you ever heard of Shakespeare?”

“Of course! He wrote that terrible play ‘Romeo and Juliet!’ What an awful end to an awful play!” she exclaimed.

Andrew laughed. “Believe it or not, as an adolescent I played Benvolio! But my father was a noble knight in the king’s army, and I wanted to make our bloodline proud, so I followed in his footsteps. As a young man I trained harder than any of the men in my camp. I like that I intimidated them a bit.” He smirked.

“You must be very skilled then,” she noted.

“Maybe.” He moved to sit with his legs folded. “What about you? I can’t believe you truly have never left the palace walls! How does a woman survive such torture?”

She giggled but a sigh fell from her lips shortly after. “Well, I’m allowed to ride the horses twice a week, supervised however. I often times walk around this castle and talk to our servants. They too used to live outside of the palace, and they tell me their stories. While I’ve never left, it’s almost like I can imagine it when I close my eyes.” She smiles at her hands. “It is a shame, though, because I am no fool. I’ve read every book I’ve laid my hands on and I’m quite skilled in writing. I’m just not trusted to do any of these things, being something of an outcast.”

“What do you write?” he asked.

She shook her head quickly. “Nothing important.”

“Oh, that must mean something very important,” he teased, grinning. “What is it that you write? I must know.”

She snuck a glance at him before rolling her eyes. “They are simple tales!” she admitted, though not wholy. “I simply write of things I have heard about; I make up stories in my head to counteract the boredom I feel! I have whole journals filled with them.”

It only took a quick scan of the room for Andrew to spot one on a dresser across the room. When he did, Pariah immediately noticed his glance. “Oh no you don’t,” she muttered.

In a flash, Andrew was on his feet and was running for the journal. Pariah quickly leapt from her bed to stop him, but his fingertips gripped the small leatherbound book before her. She tried to tear it away from him, but he held it above his head and read the first page he opened. “...and she knew if someone were to open her door her embarrassment would overwhelm her, but in the moment her thoughts were replaced with waves of sensual gratification that she could not describe.”

Pariah stopped, completely mortified. Andrew lowered the book and continued to read. He had just so happened to flip right to the page filled with some of Pariah’s finest work, a detailed description of a woman in the thralls of self pleasure. She hid her face with her hands.

There was a long minute of silence as Andrew read, and she didn’t know if he had looked at her again or not. Surely he would think nothing but poor thoughts of her, that her mind was perverted and that she was not adequate to write-- particularly matters such as what she had.

“Pariah, please look at me,” Andrew asked softly.

Shy, she peeked at him through the cracks in her fingers.

He looked at the book and back at her. “You are a very talented writer. I will not deny that I am shocked by what you write, but it is written very intricately and concisely. This is not at all a polite question, but if you will allow me: is this based off of personal experience?”

Scarlet filled Pariah’s cheeks. She held her heart to feel it beating out of her chest. “Yes,” she mumbled.

Andrew closed the book and set it back on the nightstand. “So, you’ve had, well... relations with a man then?”

“No,” she answered quickly. “Well, yes I suppose. One of the younger male servants showed interest in me and we did... things, but my maidenhead has never been taken. When my father found out, he almost had him killed. I wasn’t allowed to leave these halls for a week.”

He nodded solemnly, understanding the severity of an unmarried woman, much less a princess, being intimate with a man. The knowledge that the princess was not completely innocent interested him, and when he thought about it he felt aroused. He was glad that his trousers were not tight-fitting and he could conceal himself.

“And you enjoyed it?” he asked.

Despite the humility in this new mysterious guard finding out about her most well-kept secrets, Pariah felt her interest in him grow. He wasn’t afraid to ask such personal questions, of royal blood no less. He was not shy in the least, and this excited her. Most men were often too stuck up for her. Andrew was not on a high horse and didn’t act like it. She loved how open they could be.

“Partially. He wasn’t exactly the most dexterous,” she admitted. “But he taught me things about men and their bodies. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant. I’d even say it was educational.” She paused briefly, rolling her unspoken words around her tongue before she asked, “Have you laid with a woman?”

Andrew wasn’t totally surprised by this question. She would surely be curious too, especially since he was prying. “A few,” he answered. “I’m not one to sleep with women in brothels, but the times I’ve cherished a woman as much as she’s cherished me and they allowed it, I have.”

“Seems like you are a caring person, then,” she noted.

He nodded. “I am. And I plan to protect every person I care for until there is no longer life in my breast. So know that as long as I live, if you choose, I will protect you.” He took a step forward.

Only a small space separated the two now. Pariah could feel her breath hitch as she tilted her head up to face his. Two bright shining orbs gazed back at her, and she almost lost herself in their depth. She noticed his lips were slightly parted, and that there was a small scar beneath his bottom lip. Reaching up, she asked, “What is this from?”

“The only time a man has ever grazed me with his sword,” he answered, his voice a whisper.

Time slowed considerably as their eyes met again. He gently tilted his head to feel more of her hand, and she licked her lips. Seconds passed like minutes, but finally Pariah couldn’t stand it any longer. She stood up to her tiptoes and pressed her lips to Andrew’s.

Andrew was immediately kissing her back, his lips conforming to hers. He placed a hand on her back and brought her closer, endorphins racing through their bodies like lightning. Pariah wrapped her arms around his neck. They broke for a moment, finding each other’s eyes, before kissing harshly again. Tentatively, Pariah reached up and gently pulled on his dark locks, and he in return gently pulled on her lip. When he opened his mouth Pariah was nervous but excited. He was kissing her like a lover! She didn’t at all know how to move her tongue, but the kiss was natural and he made sure to take it slowly. He lightly touched her tongue with his, and once she had this idea their tongues figured themselves out. Pariah could feel herself become aroused. A man was holding her and kissing her in this way!

It was Andrew who pulled away. “I’m not sure I should allow this,” he stated. “I mean, I’m a guard in your father’s castle. You are engaged to another man. It is not right for me to put you in such a position--”

“Oh, shut your beautiful lips,” Pariah shot back. “In case you forgot, I am capable of making my own decisions. My fiance means nothing to me. He’s nothing but a hoity-toity worm. The same goes for my dad.” She closed the gap again. “Do you not want to kiss me? I certainly will not force you.”

“Prin-- Pariah, you have no idea how much I want to kiss you again,” he rasped. “I simply do not want to put you in such a poor predicament.”

With a roll of her eyes, she finished the conversation with a “come here”. Their lips met again, and this time Andrew forgot his inhibitions. He held her tightly to his chest and gripped onto her shift. Pariah ran her fingers through his hair again, loving the silkiness of the strands. Their tongues met again after only a brief moment, stroking and playing with each other.

Pariah could feel her whole body reacting. Her nipples were hardening as they rubbed against the chainmail of Andrew’s armor. His hands on her body ignited her skin. She could feel her sex getting wet with anticipation and thoughts. She knew Andrew’s body was reacting too, as she could feel his erection through his thin cotton pants. She loved knowing that it was her that had given him that reaction.

Abruptly, Pariah felt his large hand on her breast! She made a small noise to indicate that she liked it, and he gently squeezed it before kneading it softly. He parted for a moment to whisper, “If you wish for me to stop, tell me,” before kissing her again with more fervor. His other hand held her hip tightly to his.

Nothing could stop her at this moment. She began lifting her nightgown herself, and once Andrew felt the material lifting he used his own hands to lift it over her head. His eyes devoured her body, glazing over at the sight of her pert breasts, rosy-pink nipples, and the soft lines that created a v-shape to her center. His erection throbbed. He was surprised at how quickly this woman had aroused him, but there was no turning back now.

“You are truly an ethereal sight, Pariah,” he murmured. He pulled at the chainmail, taking the heavy armor off and leaving him in his robes and pants. He couldn’t help himself, though, and leaned in to meet her lips again.

Pariah couldn’t get close enough to him. No man had made her feel this way in her life; she didn’t even know she could feel this way! But the way Andrew touched her made her feel like maybe not everything in this world was as dreadful as she previously thought.

Wordlessly, Andrew slid his hands down her back to her ass, where he easily began lifting her. She wrapped her legs around his waist once he had pulled her up far enough, and once he had he walked her to her bed and set her down. Leaning over her, he began feeling her breasts again as he kissed her. Pariah pulled at his hooded tunic and got it to his neck, where they broke their kiss to remove it. Once it was off, Pariah was shocked to find he was covered in tattoos!

“Oh my goodness,” she muttered. “I’ve never seen one real tattoo, let alone an entire limb!”

He smiled. “I have my ways of rebelling. My father has a few too. No one would guess, though, because he’s so highly regarded.” After a moment, he asked, “Do you not like them?”

Quite the opposite, she thought. Pariah adored his tattoos, and she could feel the wanton need building in her lower belly. “I love them,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

He met her lips with a smile. He moved to sit on the bed by her side, and she sat up so she could be level with him. They grinned at each other before kissing again. Andrew wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her closer, and with his other hand he pulled one of her legs over his. Once that was accomplished, he rubbed his thumb over her right nipple and leaned into her neck.

“Andrew,” Pariah whispered.

He moved his lips down to her left breast and kissed it, carefully taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking. Her back arched forward to him and he grinned, biting down lightly. Gripping onto his thigh, she whispered, “Andrew, you are so naughty.”

He smiled and looked up at her. “Oh just you wait,” he murmured, kissing her. As their lips parted, Andrew slid his hand down her stomach to her snatch. Pariah inhaled sharply through her nose and looked down at his hand. He rested his temple on her shoulder as felt for her clitoris, which he found easily enough.

While Pariah had felt the touch of a man here (not to mention the countless times she’d felt herself), she gasped at Andrew’s touch. He knew immediately what to do, his fingers moving in small circles to stimulate her. She moaned softly as her hips leaned forward, trying to feel more of Andrew’s hand.

“I believe you are the naughty one, my dearest,” he murmured, kissing the top of her breast and her clavicle. As he began kissing just beneath her ear, he moved his hand down and slid one finger into her tight channel.

Pariah lost herself, moaning out to the ceiling. Andrew’s long, thin finger felt much better than her own. He began to move it back and forth, pressing upwards. She squeezed his thigh, letting a curse word slip from her mouth. Immediately she held a hand to her mouth, but Andrew only looked amused. “I don’t find words to hold such importance like being appropriate or inappropriate. Speak as freely as you wish.”

She giggled before repeating herself. “Fuck.”

He grinned back and kissed her tenderly. “You are remarkably the most precious being I have ever met. Come closer.” He moved the arm around her waist towards himself, and she climbed over his lap and sat just in front of him on the bed, her back to his chest. He wrapped his arm completely around her waist as he rubbed more small circles with two of his fingers. “Let yourself go, my sweet dahlia.”

No one had referred to Pariah as something as beautiful as a flower, let alone one like a dahlia. She smiled and turned her head to give him a quick kiss. He returned it and slid his hand back down to her opening, using two of his fingers this time. A small noise left her lips and travelled to his. When she moved her head back to look at his long, tattooed arm leading to her cunny, he leaned into her neck. His lips left small kisses and love bites, though he knew to restrain himself. Any marks he left on her had to be very temporary, because she could not be seen with them outside of this room. She was royalty, and engaged after all.

Pariah’s hips were no longer in her control as Andrew moved his fingers in and out of her, stretching and filling her in a way she could never recreate herself. He was very dexterous, but he was torturously slow. “Faster, please,” she panted.

“What was that?” he asked, knowing full-well what she said but teasing her anyway.

“Please, Andrew, go faster,” she pleaded. She unknowingly tightened around his fingers.

He let out a hot breath before sliding inside her quickly, startling her. Her back arched as his fingers began moving quickly, but also harsher. He licked the shell of her ear before whispering, “I want to feel your orgasm, Pariah. You’re so fucking warm, and tight...” His brain stopped working for a moment and he sucked strongly just below and behind her ear as he finger-fucked her senseless. When he let go, he realized what he did and had a small sense of not caring. The guy she was marrying was probably fucking one of the maids right now anyway. He bit on her ear as he pumped his fingers faster, and with his free hand he started furiously rubbing her clit. “Pariah,” he whispered.

Her name made her wilt, and with one more strong thrust of his fingers she came, moaning loudly as she tightened around his fingers. Andrew couldn’t help but groan at the sensation, his erection more present than ever against her back. She was so sexy to him. Her spine straightened and her hips lifted into his palm, and he rubbed gentle circles into her to ride out her orgasm but not overwhelm her. Once it began to diminish, her body went limp against his.

Andrew removed his fingers, though they were now nearly dripping in her fluids. Weakly, Pariah murmured, “You can clean your hands off with a towel. They’re in the dresser.”

“Never!” He smiled as he took the two of his fingers in his mouth. “Why waste something so delectable?” he asked. He did, however, wipe his saliva off on his trousers.

She giggled. “Which one of us is the naughtier one now, Andrew?”

With a chuckle, he resigned, “Perhaps it is me. If it pleases the lady, however, I will not change my ways at all.”

Pariah pulled her legs up and onto the bed as she spun to face Andrew. He smiled as she rested her legs across his left. “It does please me. Greatly,” she replied before kissing him.

This kiss was softer, and Andrew held her smaller frame to his chest. “My most lovely dahlia, I’m sure you wish to rest now. I will leave if--”

“No! Please stay,” she blurted out. Pausing a moment to compose herself, she continued, “I wish to please you as well, as you’ve been so kind to me and my needs.”

“That is completely unnecessary, but I appreciate the-- oof!” Andrew was cut off as he was pushed back to the bed. Pariah immediately pulled herself off of his lap and began to undo his belt.

“Andrew, while I appreciate your modesty and kindness, it would be my pleasure to serve you in such a way,” she said, her words warm with desire. She could see the outline of his cock through the thin cotton, and she smiled. “Besides, it seems you desire this as well.”

“Of course I desire it,” he retorts. “A sexy maiden has taunted me all night simply by existing and plaguing my thoughts with her beauty!”

She smiled as she began pulling down his trousers. His erection sprung free, and when she took it in her hand part of her confidence wore off. While the last boy had taught her how to please a man, what if Andrew’s desires were different? His penis certainly was! Did not every man desire fellatio such as the servant did?

“You don’t have to be nervous, my pet,” Andrew murmured. He sat up onto one elbow and grasped her hand in his own. He began moving them together, pulling down and exposing the pink-ish crown of his cock. The sight made Pariah’s mouth water. He stroked himself with her, showing her how tightly to hold it and how to twist her hand. He tilted his head back and let her go once she got the idea. “That’s it,” he rasped.

A new sense of excitement filled Pariah’s gut as she realized she was pleasing him! She was doing basically the same thing she’d done with boy, but with a new twisting technique also. When she looked over at Andrew’s face his eyes were shut and his mouth hung open. His broad chest rose and fell in an uneven pace, and the tattoos decorating him only made Pariah want this more. With a resolve of steel, Pariah lowered her mouth to Andrew’s dick.

Immediately Andrew was floored, having not expected something like this from a princess with hardly any experience! Her mouth was so warm, though, and so wet. All it did was make him think of where his fingers just were, and he wondered if he made her suck her fluids off if it would feel the same as her pussy. This thought ended, though, when Pariah began to bob her head, slowly taking as much of him as she could before pulling almost completely away just to repeat. Andrew was going crazy; surely the Lord had put this woman on the face of the planet to tempt him! He wanted her to be his, not Prince Oliver’s, the rakefire!

“Does this feel good?” Pariah asked timidly.

“Yes! It feels like what I imagine Heaven would!” Andrew cried, grinning. He pulled her long hair back and out of her face as he sat up onto one hand.

She smiled and lowered her lips again, trying to take as much of his length as she could. Once he hit the back of her throat she choked and came back for air. The sound, although also unpleasant, was music to Andrew’s ears. She was trying so hard to please him, and it was working so intensely!

“Yes, Pariah,” he murmured, his face tilting back to the ceiling.

Pariah fought a smile, as the last boy had instructed her that feeling teeth when receiving oral pleasure was not recommended. She could hardly help it though, and sometimes she could feel her teeth just barely scratching at the head of his erection, but he seemed to enjoy it! The boy had been wrong! Pariah also knew to try and stroke the parts she couldn’t reach with her hands; the boy had given her the idea although she hadn’t any need to use the technique on him. She began to do that as she began her rhythm again, being mindful of his reactions.

Above, Andrew could feel himself unwinding very quickly. This beautiful woman was pleasuring him in a way most women found taboo and disgusting, and she was enjoying it! It was so erotic! He accidentally pulled on her hair as she desperately tried to take him completely in her mouth, but she seemed to enjoy that also! When she did it again, Andrew moaned, “Yes. Fuck.”

Yes, she was close! Pariah began moving quicker, her lips drawn tightly and her hand working what she wouldn’t reach. Tentatively, she gently held his testes with her free hand, testing the waters for it. It shocked him as his eyes opened widely. What was she doing? he asked himself. But he found it stimulating, and so he didn’t protest as she gently massaged them, knowing they were delicate.

Andrew was worked up, his breathing erratic and quick. He looked at her body, bent over with her buttocks facing up, and his stomach clenched. He was going to come.

“Pariah, let me spend myself somewhere other than your beautiful mouth, please,” he pleaded.

She paid him no mind, instead working him faster. She had heard rumors that some men’s seed tasted incredibly foul, but she also knew it pleased them far more if their partner swallowed anyway. She wouldn’t give this up for anything in the world; she wanted him to know how much she truly cared for him.

“Pariah! Pariah!” he begged, but within seconds his hips lifted from the bed as he spent himself. His orgasm crashed through him, lighting the skin of his thighs and hips as he ejaculated right into her mouth. Fear resided in the back of his mind. What if she hated it, or even worse, was completely repulsed by it and therefore him?! But, he was surprised when he felt her throat constricting, swallowing everything that came from him. He groaned loudly as his orgasm began to finish, and when his semen finally stopped Pariah pulled her mouth back. She was breathing heavy, and a thin line of spit connected her lip with his cock still. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and gently stroked him once or twice before looking at him, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “I made you have an orgasm!”

Breathless, Andrew pulled her face towards his and kissed her. “Of course you did, dahlia. You’re very skilled at that for someone who hasn’t laid with more than a servant.”

“I’ve had a lot of time to imagine how it would go,” she laughed, winking at him. She gave him a light peck on the lips.

He laid back, bringing her with him. She laid close, resting her cheek on his chest and holding a hand above his rapid-beating heart. They laid in silence, calming their breaths and enjoying each other’s company.

Once Pariah had fallen asleep, Andrew rose from the bed and gently moved her underneath the covers. He picked her shift up and threw it in one of her dressers and then dressed himself. With a kiss on her forehead, he left the room and retained his spot just outside her door. Smiling, he went over everything that had just occurred in her bedroom.

Andrew didn’t know what was to become of him and the princess, but he knew that she was his. The thought of her being married to a narcissistic twat like Prince Oliver was nauseating. One thing he knew for certain was that he would never leave her, never let her feel unwanted or unhappy ever again. He was hers as much as he wanted her to be his. He didn’t care if that meant committing treason; he wanted to be with Pariah for good.

Notes

So, like, yeah.

This is my hand at partial fantasy. Obviously this is inspired and written for @smutty pariah because, like, Pear.

This will have a second part, but I have promised my lovely fruit-friend that I will post the first chapter of "Connections" before I post the second part for this one shot! So, I will get to working on it first chance tomorrow!

(it's come to my attention that I'm not the most careful proofreader sometimes but I post these at one in the morning usually so, y'know, whatever)

Andrew's appearance is based off this look he did with the clothing company Dollskill.



He is certainly an attractive creature, hot damn.

Anyway, leave me some feedback. This one's pretty good I think, so, y'know, love it. Do it. Please.

Yours,
~Niki X,,,,,,x