Seduce or Die

"Prince Jest circles around you, biting his pinky with frantic excitement."

“Perfect… absolutely perfect. You’re just his type,” "he murmurs madly."

“Seduce my brother Eric... yes, draw him close. And the moment he trusts you, end him. Succeed, and I'll make you rich beyond measure,” "he explains, his eyes gleaming dangerously." “But if you fail to kill him within three days, expect a fate worse than death,” "Jest's voice drops to a whisper as he runs a finger across your throat. With a sinister chuckle, Jest pushes you into a corridor. Just then, Prince Eric walks around the corner and spots you. His expression turns wary as he sizes you up with a cold, mistrustful gaze."

“I don't recall seeing you before,” "Eric states, his voice deep and guarded."

"Day:" 1

"Eric raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he takes in your words and appearance. After a moment, he nods curtly." "Very well, Paul the writer. I suppose you're welcome to stay and observe, but avoid drawing attention to yourself. This is a time of great turmoil for our kingdom." "He turns to leave, but pauses and looks back over his shoulder." "Should you require any... assistance with your writing, do not hesitate to ask. But be warned, I am not one for idle chatter or frivolous pursuits." "With that, Eric continues on his way, leaving you to ponder his enigmatic words and the challenge ahead." "Day:" 1

"Eric's gaze hardens, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he halts his steps and faces you again." "The crown prince's health is failing rapidly. Once he passes, the line of succession will be in question. My brother Jest has made it clear he intends to claim the throne by any means necessary." "His voice drips with venom as he speaks of his sibling." "I will not let that happen. But for now, our father still lives, and the kingdom teeters on the brink of chaos. It's a precarious time, and I must remain vigilant." "Eric's eyes narrow, as if sizing you up once more." "You, Paul, would do well to keep your head down and avoid getting caught in the crossfire of our family's strife." "With that, he turns and strides away, leaving you to consider the weight of his words." "Day:" 1

"Eric's expression softens slightly at your question, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes before he schools his features once more." "It is a burden I have grown accustomed to, Paul. Since childhood, I have been preparing for this role. The weight of it is constant, a presence that never truly leaves my side." "He pauses, his gaze distant as if lost in thought." "But yes, there are nights when the pressure becomes overwhelming. The fate of the kingdom rests on my shoulders, and the thought of failing my people... it's a heavy load to carry alone." "For a moment, you catch a glimpse of the man beneath the crown, the weight of duty etched on his face." "But I will not let them down. I owe it to my father, to my people, to carry on and lead with strength and wisdom, no matter the cost." "With that, Eric's resolve hardens once more, and he turns to continue on his way, leaving you to ponder the depth of his commitment to his kingdom." "Day:" 1

"Eric's jaw clenches, a flicker of pain crossing his features at your question. He looks away, his gaze drifting to the castle's stone walls as if seeing right through them." "The cost is the life I've never truly had, Paul. The moments of peace, of joy, of love... they're stolen from me, sacrificed on the altar of duty. And for what? To rule a kingdom that doesn't always understand or appreciate me?" "His voice is low, tinged with bitterness and a hint of despair." "I am a man, not a statue or a symbol. I have needs, desires... but they're constantly pushed aside, ignored, in favor of the crown. And yet, I would still take up the mantle, bear the weight, for the good of Nemris." "Eric's eyes meet yours, a mix of determination and resignation." "But sometimes, in the quiet moments... I wonder if it's all worth it. If there's more to life than the crown and the kingdom." "He shakes his head, as if dismissing the thought." "Suffice it to say, the cost is high, but the reward... the chance to make a difference, to leave a lasting impact... it's worth it, no matter the personal cost." "With that, Eric turns and walks away, leaving you to ponder the depth of his sacrifice and the weight he carries." ![1](https://shorturl.at/2qF7G

"Eric pauses, a thoughtful expression on his face as he considers your question. For a moment, the weight of his responsibilities seems to lift, and you catch a glimpse of the man beneath the crown." "If I weren't bound by duty... I suppose the first thing I would do is find someone to share my life with. A partner, a companion, someone who understands me and accepts me for who I am, not just the prince." "He looks away, a hint of vulnerability in his voice." "I've always wanted that, Paul... to have someone to come home to, to laugh with, to love. But duty has always come first, and I've never allowed myself the luxury of pursuing that desire." "Eric's gaze returns to you, a mix of longing and self-awareness in his eyes." "Perhaps when my father is gone, and I am free from my obligations, I will finally take that chance. But for now, the crown must come first." "With a heavy sigh, he turns and continues on his way, leaving you to ponder the deep yearning beneath his royal exterior." "Day:" 1

"Eric's eyes flicker with interest at your question, a hint of a smile playing on his lips for the first time since your conversation began." "Someone intelligent, witty, and not afraid to speak their mind. A person of substance, with their own passions and pursuits, not just content to be by my side for the prestige of it." "He pauses, his gaze growing unfocused as he seems to lose himself in thought." "They would need to be kind, compassionate, and strong-willed. Able to see past the crown and the title, to the man beneath. And most importantly, they would have to be able to handle the demands and isolation that come with being a royal partner." "Eric's eyes refocus on you, a glint of curiosity in their dark depths." "Someone like you, Paul? A writer with a keen mind and a touch of mystery... You wouldn't be a bad start, if you could handle the challenges that come with being close to the crown." "With that, he offers a small, enigmatic smile before turning to leave, leaving you to wonder if he's serious about you or just engaging in idle banter." "Day:" 1

"Eric's smile widens slightly at your question, a hint of challenge in his eyes." "Perhaps it's the way you hold your own in our conversation, despite the power dynamic. Or the intrigued look on your face when I speak of my desires and responsibilities. Whatever the reason, I sense a spark of interest, Paul." "He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone." "And I must admit, the idea of discovering what secrets lie beneath that mysterious exterior of yours... it's rather tantalizing. The crown may be my burden, but the thrill of the chase, the intrigue of the unknown... those are pleasures I've sacrificed for far too long." "Eric's gaze intensifies, his breath warm against your skin as he leans in, his words a whispered promise." "Tell me, Paul... would you be willing to explore those pleasures with me, even if only for a moment? To step away from your writing and into the world of the crown, if only to see where it might lead?"

"Eric's eyes flash with excitement at your response, a predatory grin spreading across his face." "Excellent. I knew you had fire in you, Paul. Very well, let us indulge in this little game of intrigue, and see where it takes us." "He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your jaw as he tilts your head up to meet his gaze." "But first, I must have a taste of that mysterious exterior you've woven so carefully around yourself. Your secrets, Paul... I want to uncover them all." "With a low growl, Eric leans in, his lips claiming yours in a searing kiss that steals your breath and sets your pulse racing. His tongue delves into your mouth, exploring, claiming, as his hands roam over your body, pulling you close." "Day:" 1

"Eric pulls back slightly, his lips still hovering inches from yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes." "Ah, but that's the thrill, isn't it? The chase, the anticipation, the forbidden fruit just out of reach... until it's not." "He trails his fingers down the side of your neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine." "I promise, Paul, I'll take things as slowly or as quickly as you desire. But I warn you, once I start, I find it difficult to stop. And right now, my desire for you is... intense." "Eric's voice is low, husky, filled with a dark promise as he leans in again, his breath hot against your ear." "So tell me, Paul... what's your pleasure? Shall I tease you with sweet words and gentle touches, or do you crave something more... primal?" "His hand slides down to rest on your hip, his grip firm and possessive, as if staking his claim even as he awaits your response." "Day:" 1

"Eric's grin widens, his eyes glinting with excitement at your answer." "Both, you say? Then let us begin with a taste of the sweet, and see where it leads us." "He steps back, taking your hand in his and leading you down a quiet corridor, the heavy tapestries muffling the sound of your footsteps." "We'll have to be discreet, of course. The castle is full of ears and eyes, always watching, always waiting for a misstep. But I find the thrill of the secret encounter... intoxicating." "Eric pushes open a door to reveal a small, cozy study, the fire crackling warmly in the hearth. He pulls you inside, closing the door behind you and turning to face you." "Here, we can let our guard down, if only for a moment. You can be yourself, Paul... and I can be the man behind the crown, without the weight of duty and responsibility." "He moves closer, his hands coming up to frame your face as he looks deep into your eyes." "And I promise, I will pleasure you in ways you never imagined. With words, with touch, with a passion that will leave you breathless and begging for more." *Eric's lips meet yours in a gentle, exploratory kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he savors the taste of you. His hands slide down to cup your rear, pulling you flush against him, as he deepens the

"Eric chuckles, a low, husky sound that vibrates against your lips." "Flattery will get you everywhere, Paul. But I assure you, I intend to keep every promise I make to you... especially in the realm of pleasure." "He nips at your lower lip before soothing it with his tongue, his hands roaming over your body, mapping out every contour and curve." "You're so responsive, so eager... It's intoxicating. I can't wait to explore every inch of you, to discover what makes you shudder and moan and beg for more." "Eric's fingers find the hem of your shirt, slipping beneath to stroke the warm skin of your back, sending shivers down your spine." "Let's start with a little undressing, shall we? I want to see all of you, to drink in the sight of your naked form." "He steps back, his eyes blazing with desire as he watches you begin to remove your clothes, his breath catching at the reveal of each new patch of skin." "And then, my dear Paul... then we'll see where this journey takes us. To the heights of pleasure and beyond, if I have anything to say about it."

"Eric's eyes darken with lust at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he reaches out to pull you against him once more." "Already there, are you? Then let's take this to the next level, shall we?" "He captures your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep as his hands roam over your nude form, exploring every curve and valley with a possessive hunger." "Breaking the kiss, he trails his lips down the column of your throat, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin as his fingers find your nipples, teasing and tugging until they're hard peaks." "Mmm, you're so responsive... I could spend hours just worshipping these beautiful breasts of yours." "He takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak as he kneads the other, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core." "As he works you over with his mouth and hands, Eric's own clothes begin to fall away, revealing the chiseled muscles of his chest and abdomen, the impressive length of his erection straining against his breeches." "Time for the main event, I think," he murmurs against your skin, his voice husky with desire.* "With a few swift movements, he divests himself of the remaining garments, his cock springing free, thick and hard and ready to claim you." "Now, let's see how well you can take me, Paul. I

"Eric's eyes blaze with a fierce, primal hunger at your words, his grip on your hips tightening as he lifts you onto the desk, sending papers and quills scattering." "Ready, are you? Then prepare to be fucked like the crown prince you've ensnared me with, Paul." "He lines himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock nudging against your slick heat. With a swift, powerful thrust, he sheathes himself inside you, filling you completely as a low, satisfied groan rumbles from his chest." "Fuck, you feel incredible... like you were made for me." "He sets a punishing pace, driving into you with deep, forceful strokes that have you crying out in ecstasy. His hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he claims you over and over, each thrust hitting that sweet spot deep inside you." "You're mine now, Paul... every inch of you belongs to me. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it." "As he speaks, Eric leans down to capture your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he fucks you harder, his cock reaching deeper, stroking that magic spot within you that makes your vision blur and your mind go white." "Day:" 1

"Eric's roar of triumph echoes through the study as he hears your submission, his thrusts growing even more erratic and powerful." "That's it, Paul... give yourself to me completely. I'll make you mine, body and soul, and you'll never want to leave this desk, this room, my arms." "He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he nips and sucks at the tender flesh, marking you as his own." "Come for me, Paul... let me feel you squeeze my cock, milk me dry as I claim you as my own." "His words, combined with the relentless pounding of his hips, send you hurtling over the edge. Your body clenches around him, your orgasm ripping through you with the force of a tempest, your scream muffled by Eric's lips as he devours your mouth." "He follows you into the abyss, his own release hitting like a tidal wave, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he fills you with his seed, his hips jerking and twitching as he rides out the aftershocks." "As the storm subsides, Eric collapses against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, his chest heaving with exertion." "That was... incredible, Paul. You're more than I ever could have hoped for. My partner, my lover, my everything." *He lifts his head, his eyes shining with a fierce

"Eric's eyes flash with renewed hunger at your words, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he pulls out of you, his softening cock leaving a trail of cum down your thigh." "Oh, I think you're right, Paul. We've barely scratched the surface of what we can do together." "He stands, towering over you as he reaches for a nearby decanter and two glasses, pouring a generous amount of dark liquid into each before handing one to you." "To new beginnings, and the pleasures yet to come," he toasts, clinking his glass against yours before taking a long, satisfying swallow.* "Now, let's clean up this mess, and then I have a few ideas for how to keep you occupied for the rest of the day... and night." "With a wink, Eric sets down his glass and begins gathering up the scattered papers and quills, tossing them into a nearby basket as he hums a tuneless melody." "As he works, his eyes keep drifting back to you, a predatory gleam in their depths that promises more of the intense, all-consuming passion you experienced on the desk." "Day:" 1

"Eric chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he hands you the glass." "Consider it a royal decree, then. You will drink, and you will enjoy every moment of it... just as you will enjoy every moment of being with me." "He takes a seat in a nearby chair, his gaze never leaving yours as he watches you sip the potent liquor, a look of satisfaction on his face when you make a face at the bold flavor." "Strong, isn't it? Just like me. But you'll grow to appreciate it, I promise." "Eric leans back, steepling his fingers as he regards you with a calculating gaze." "Now, let's play a little game, shall we? I want to know everything about you, Paul. Your likes, your dislikes, your deepest desires... and I want you to tell me without holding back." "He leans forward, his elbows on his knees, his eyes boring into yours." "Be honest, and I'll reward you with pleasures beyond your wildest dreams. Try to deceive me, and... well, let's just say I have ways of extracting the truth." "Eric's smile is both inviting and unnerving, a promise of delight and danger mingled together in equal measure."

"Eric waves a dismissive hand, his eyes never leaving yours." "Ordinary is for the common folk, Paul. You're not common. You're extraordinary, and you deserve to be treated as such." "He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers once more as he regards you with a thoughtful expression." "Tell me about your writing, then. What inspires you? What do you hope to achieve with your words?" "Eric's tone is conversational, almost casual, but there's an undercurrent of intensity, a sense that he's genuinely interested in understanding the person you are, beyond the physical attraction between you." "And don't leave anything out, Paul. I want the truth, no matter how mundane or embarrassing it may seem. The more I know, the better I can serve you... in every way." "He smiles, a small, encouraging gesture, as if to put you at ease, but his eyes remain sharp, alert, waiting for your response."

"Eric nods, a look of understanding and respect in his eyes." "Ah, a true artist. Your words have the power to shape minds and touch hearts, to bring people together and tear them apart. That's a heavy responsibility, but also a great privilege." "He leans forward, his elbows on his knees, his gaze intense." "I can think of no better way to escape than through the written word, especially when the world outside can be so... suffocating. As a prince, I know that all too well." "Eric's voice takes on a melancholic tone, a hint of the burdens he carries as a member of the royal family." "But enough about me. Tell me more about your writing process, Paul. How do you come up with your ideas? Do you plan everything out in advance, or do you let the words flow freely?" "He leans back, a curious expression on his face, as if genuinely interested in understanding the creative process of someone he's just grown to desire." "And what about your personal life, before I came into the picture? Were you ever in a relationship, or did you prefer to keep to yourself, pouring your heart and soul into your work?"

"Eric's eyes light up with fascination at your answer, a soft smile playing on his lips." "Ah, the unstructured muse, how I envy that. To let the creative spirit guide you, untethered by the constraints of planning and structure... that's a beautiful thing." "He tilts his head, considering you with a thoughtful expression." "And to find inspiration in the world around you, in the people you meet and the experiences you have... that's a gift, Paul. One that I, for one, would love to see more of in my own life." "Eric leans forward, his voice taking on a more intimate, conspiratorial tone." "Perhaps, when we're not... otherwise occupied, you could show me more of your creative process. Share your ideas, your inspirations, your passions... and I'll do the same, in my own way." "He offers a wry smile, a hint of the seductive power beneath his royal facade." "After all, what better way to get to know each other, than through the things that make us come alive, that give our lives meaning and purpose?" "Eric's gaze drifts over your face, a look of intense longing in his eyes, as if he's already imagining the depth of connection they could share, both in and out of bed."

"Eric's eyes flash with excitement at your words, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face." "Exploration is my favorite pastime, Paul. And with you by my side, I have a feeling we'll discover new depths of pleasure and passion that neither of us has ever known." "He rises from his chair, moving towards you with a confident, purposeful stride, his eyes never leaving yours." "First, though, I think we should christen this new chapter in our lives... properly." "Eric captures your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim every inch of your mouth as his hands roam over your body, rekindling the fires of desire that still smolder between you." "Breaking the kiss, he pulls back just enough to gaze into your eyes, his own burning with a fierce intensity." "Let's take this to the bedchamber, shall we? I have a feeling we'll need a lot of room to explore... each other." "With a wink, Eric takes your hand and leads you from the study, his steps purposeful as he navigates the castle corridors, a royal predator stalking his prey, eager to claim what's his."

"Eric's grin widens at your words, a dark, carnal promise in his eyes as he pulls you into the lavish bedchamber." "Then let's not waste any more time, shall we?" "He kicks the door shut behind you, his hands already busy with the fastenings of your clothes, eager to strip you bare and claim you once more." "In here, I am not the crown prince, but simply Eric... your Eric. And I intend to worship every inch of your body, to make you scream my name until it's the only sound you remember." "As he speaks, Eric's mouth finds yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he walks you backwards towards the massive four-poster bed, his hands roaming over your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake." "Get on the bed, Paul. On your hands and knees, like the wanton creature you are. I want to see you, all of you, as I take you from behind, claiming you as mine in the most primal way possible." "His voice is a low, husky growl, filled with a raw, animalistic hunger that sends shivers down your spine." "Soon, you'll learn to crave my touch, to beg for it... because when I'm done with you, Paul, you'll be addicted to the pleasure only I can give you."

"Eric's eyes blaze with triumph and desire at your words, a feral grin spreading across his face as he pushes you down onto the plush bed." "Then give yourself to me, completely, without reservation. Let me consume you, body and soul, until you're nothing but a whimpering, pleasur-addicted mess, desperate for more of my touch." "He crawls over you, his muscular body pinning yours to the sheets as he claims your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to stake his claim." "Breaking the kiss, he trails his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh as his hands roam over your body, mapping every curve and valley with a possessive hunger." "Look at you, spread out before me like a feast... I could devour you whole and still crave more." "Eric's fingers find your nipples, teasing and tugging at the sensitive peaks as he grinds his hips against yours, the thick length of his cock pressing insistently against your ass." "Tell me, Paul... do you want me to fuck you hard and fast, like a beast in heat? Or do you want me to take my time, to tease and torment you until you're begging for release?" *His voice is a low, seductive purr, filled with dark promises and unspoken threats, as he continues to worship your body with his mouth and hands, driving you closer and closer to the edge

"Eric's roar of approval echoes through the bedchamber as he hears your demand, his hands moving with renewed urgency to tear away the remaining clothes that separate you." "Then get ready to be ravaged, Paul. I'll fuck you like the wild animal you've unleashed in me, taking what I want, when I want it." "With a swift, powerful thrust, Eric sheathes himself inside you, his thick cock stretching you to the limit as he sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with a primal intensity that leaves you breathless and gasping for air." "Yes, take it, Paul! Take my cock, my beast, my everything! You're mine, all mine, and I'll claim you over and over until you can't remember a time when you didn't belong to me!" "His words are a dark, possessive litany, a declaration of ownership and dominance as he fucks you with a ferocity that borders on violence, his hips slapping against yours with each savage thrust." "Eric's hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he pounds into you, his body a blur of motion as he chases his own release, driven by a primal need to mark you, to claim you as his own in the most basic, animalistic way possible." "Fuck, you feel so good, so tight... I could stay inside you forever, buried to the hilt, claiming you again and again until you're nothing but a

"Eric's response to your plea is a feral growl, his thrusts becoming even more erratic and powerful as he loses himself in the primal rhythm of fucking you hard and fast, just as you begged for." "That's it, Paul, scream for me! Let the whole castle hear you being taken by your prince, by your beast!" "His voice is a dark, dominant snarl, filled with a raw, animalistic hunger as he continues to pound into you with reckless abandon, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with each brutal thrust." "Eric's hands leave your hips to wrap around your throat, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you up onto your knees, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit even deeper, to claim every inch of your body as his own." "Look at you, Paul, so beautiful, so perfect... I could break you with pleasure, push you to the edge until you shatter and remade yourself in my image." "His words are a dark, seductive promise, a threat and a vow all at once, as he continues to fuck you with a savage intensity, driving you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy." "Come for me, Paul! Let me feel you clench around my cock as you scream my name, as you surrender to the pleasure I give you, to the beast that I am inside and out!"

"Eric's roar of triumph echoes through the bedchamber as he feels your body tense and quake around his cock, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave." "YES, PAUL! COME FOR ME! TAKE MY COCK DEEP, LET ME FEEL YOU SPILL AROUND ME!" "His words are a dark, dominant growl, filled with a raw, animalistic hunger as he continues to thrust into you, prolonging your pleasure, milking you for every last drop of ecstasy." "As your climax subsides, Eric's own release hits, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he fills you with his seed, marking you as his own in the most primal way possible." "Fuck, Paul... you're mine now, completely and utterly. My lover, my partner, my everything." "He collapses against you, his chest heaving with exertion as he nuzzles into your neck, his lips brushing against your skin in a soft, possessive kiss." "Rest now, my love. Replenish your strength, for I have a feeling we'll be exploring many more of each other's passions in the days to come."