fairy tale

"The grand ballroom resounded with the melodious clinking of crystal glasses and the soft murmur of anticipation as the distinguished guests eagerly awaited the prince's selection. While the other slave girls trembled in fear, you stood tall and resolute, refusing to succumb to weakness and helplessness. Your unwavering gaze and dignified posture set you apart, exuding an air of confidence and strength that captivated the attention of all those present." That one, the one at the front. thank you for your generous gift my king. "The king commanded the attendants to escort you to the prince's personal quarters to await his return once the banquet had concluded. Despite your objections and pleas, they compelled you to rise and accompany them, dragging you along, while Antonius's stare remained fixed on you."

"Antonius's eyes sparkled with amusement and pleasure as he took in your beautiful form, perched on the edge of his bed like a fragile bird. He approached you slowly, his movements confident and controlled, like that of a predator stalking its prey."

"My, my, what a rare beauty we have here," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I must say, I'm impressed that you managed to catch my eye amidst all those other women. You truly are something special."

"He took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek softly. His touch was surprisingly gentle, yet carried an underlying threat that made your heart race."

"You know, my dear, I'm not one for beating around the bush. I see something I want, and I take it. And right now, what I want more than anything in this world is you."

"He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered,"

"Are you afraid of me, my sweet little dove?"

"You shivered at the feeling of his warm breath on your skin and swallowed hard before answering."

"N-no, Your Highness. I am not afraid," you managed to say, trying to sound brave despite the fear coursing through your veins.

"Antonius chuckled softly, his hand still caressing your cheek."

"Good. Fear only clouds one's judgment and inhibits their ability to fully enjoy life. And I want you to enjoy yourself, my dear."

"He moved his hand down to your neck, lightly tracing the delicate curve of your collarbone as he continued speaking."

"You see, I have a proposition for you, my sweet. One that I think you'll find quite enticing."

"He leaned in closer again, his lips dangerously close to yours."

"I want to show you a world of pleasure and excitement that you never knew existed. I want to make you mine, in every sense of the word. And in return, I promise to take care of you, to protect you, and to give you everything your heart desires."

"His fingers trailed down your neck and over your collarbone, slipping under the neckline of your dress. You gasped as he touched your skin, your body responding eagerly to his touch. Antonius's eyes darkened with lust as he felt your reaction."

"Say yes, my dear. Be mine, and let me show you what true pleasure feels like."

"Antonius couldn't help but grin in triumph as he saw you standing before him, half-naked and vulnerable. He took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to cup your chin gently."

"There, there, my dear," he whispered softly, wiping away your tears with his thumb. "Don't cry. You're beautiful, absolutely breathtaking. And I promise you, I'll make it worth your while."

"He leaned down to kiss you, his lips crushing yours with an intensity that made your head spin. His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring every inch of it as if he was trying to claim you for himself. You moaned into his mouth, your body responding eagerly to his touch."

"Antonius broke the kiss, stepping back to admire the view of your half-naked body."

"Good girl," he said, his voice husky with desire. "You've pleased me greatly. Now, come here."

"He beckoned you to come closer, and you complied, walking towards him tentatively."

"Kneel," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

"You obeyed, sinking to your knees in front of him as he towered above you. He stroked your hair gently, then traced the line of your jaw before tilting your head back to expose your throat."

"You're mine now," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "Do you understand?"

"You nodded, unable to find words as you felt his hand slide down your body to rest between your legs. He teased you through your panties for a moment, eliciting a moan from you, before pulling them off with a swift motion."

"Now, let me show you just how much pleasure I can give you, my sweet," he whispered. "I'll make you scream my name and beg for more."

"Antonius pushed you back onto the bed, his hands exploring every inch of your body as he kissed and licked his way down your neck and chest. He teased your nipples with his tongue, biting them gently as you moaned in pleasure."

"He moved down further, trailing kisses along your stomach before spreading your legs wide open. His fingers traced circles around your clit, sending sparks of electricity through your body. You arched your back in response, your hips bucking against his touch."

"Please, Your Highness," you moaned, unable to contain your desire any longer.

"Antonius chuckled darkly, a wicked glint in his eyes."

"Oh, my dear," he murmured. "You have no

"Antonius silenced you with a kiss, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly. He deepened the kiss, swallowing your moans and cries of pleasure as his own pleasure grew stronger."

"You are mine," he growled against your lips, his eyes glittering with possessive lust. "Say it. Say you belong to me."

"I was caught up in the whirlwind of sensations, every inch of my body on fire with pleasure. Antonius's touch was addictive, and I couldn't help but give in to him completely."

"I'm yours," I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I belong to you, Your Highness."

*Antonius grinned in satisfaction, picking up the pace of his thrusts until you were both lost in a frenzy of pleasure. His hands dug into your flesh,

"Antonius leaned back, admiring the sight of you lying beneath him, your panties soaked and your body trembling with pleasure."

"A virgin, eh?" he said, a wicked grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "How delightful. I'll make sure to give you an experience you'll never forget."

"He slid his fingers out of you and stood up, unbuttoning his pants to reveal his thick, hard cock. He stroked himself slowly, teasing you with the sight of it."

"Come here, my dear," he said, beckoning you towards him. "Let me take care of you."

"You got up on shaky legs, approaching him tentatively. He pulled you close, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he pushed you down onto your knees."

"Suck me," he ordered, guiding his cock towards your mouth.

"I could feel the heat emanating from his cock, and my mouth watered at the sight of it. I took him into my mouth hesitantly at first, but soon began to suck him eagerly as he groaned with pleasure."

"That's it, little one," he murmured, his hands tangling in your hair. "You're doing so well."

"He thrust gently into your mouth, not too rough, but enough to make you feel like you were pleasing him. You took him deeper into your mouth, feeling him fill your mouth completely."

"Good girl," he whispered.

"Antonius moaned in pleasure as he felt the back of your throat against his cock, pushing himself deeper inside of you. He held onto your hair, guiding you up and down his length as you obediently followed his lead."

"That's it," he groaned. "Take it like a good girl."

"His thrusts became faster and rougher, filling your mouth with his thick cock over and over again. You could taste his pre-cum on your tongue as he got closer to climaxing."

"I'm going to cum," he grunted, his grip tightening in your hair. "Swallow it all like a good little whore."

"With a final thrust, Antonius exploded in your mouth, filling it with his hot seed. You swallowed it down eagerly, not wanting to disappoint him."

"Good girl," he panted, stroking your hair gently. "You're so obedient, it's almost too much to handle."

"He pulled you up onto your feet, pressing you against his chest and kissing you deeply. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh, and a shiver ran down your spine at the thought of what was to come."

"I want to take you," he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. "I want to make you mine."

"He lifted you up, carrying you over to the bed and laying you down gently. He climbed on top of you, pulling off your clothes with skilled hands as he reveled in the sight of your naked body."

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, trailing kisses down your neck. "I'm going to enjoy every inch of you."

"He kissed his way down your body, taking his time exploring every inch of your skin with his mouth. He teased your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through your body, before making his way down to your pussy. He spread your legs open and licked his lips, marveling at the sight of your wetness."

"Mmm, such a pretty little cunt," he murmured, licking up your juices. "I'm going to make you come so hard."

"He dove in eagerly, lapping at your clit and swirling his tongue around it as you moaned in pleasure. His fingers slipped inside of you, fucking you roughly as he continued to eat you out."

"You taste so good," he groaned, the vibrations from his voice sending waves of pleasure through your body.

*You were lost in sensation, your body quivering with each touch of his tongue and fingers. You felt a heat building inside of

"Antonius smirked wickedly as he saw your flushed and desperate state. His fingers worked you relentlessly, driving you closer and closer to the brink of orgasm."

"Come for me," he growled, his eyes dark with desire. "Let me see you come apart under my touch."

"He continued to pump his fingers inside of you, hitting all the right spots and making you writhe and moan with pleasure. His other hand teased and twisted your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body."

"Oh god," you cried out, your body tensing up as pleasure washed over you. "I'm gonna come!"

"With a final thrust of his fingers and a flick of his tongue on your clit, you exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm. Your back arched off the bed as you screamed his name, waves of pleasure coursing through your body."

Antonius continued to finger you through your orgasm, his eyes fixed on your writhing body as he felt the spasms around his fingers. He loved watching you come undone under his touch, and he was determined to make you come again.

He withdrew his fingers slowly, savoring the slick wetness of your pussy before sliding up your body to claim your mouth in a fierce, passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, and it only fueled your desire for him further.

"I want you," he breathed against your lips, his hands roaming over your body. "I want to fuck you senseless."

With that, he positioned himself at your entrance, pushing into you slowly at first before picking up speed. He fucked you with abandon, grunting with each thrust as he filled you completely. His rough, dominant nature was evident in

"Antonius groaned in pleasure as he felt your tight walls squeezing around him, driving him closer and closer to the edge. He thrust into you relentlessly, taking his pleasure from your body without any care for your own."

"That's it," he grunted, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Take my cock like a good little slut."

"He pounded into you with animalistic force, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You could feel yourself getting closer to climaxing again, but you knew that Antonius wasn't going to let you come until he was ready."

"Please," you begged, your voice hoarse from screaming. "Let me come, my lord. Please..."

"Antonius chuckled darkly, his grip on your hips tightening even further as he pushed himself deeper inside of you."

"Not yet," he growled

"Antonius smirked at your response, feeling the warm liquid of your squirt coating his cock. He loved the sensation and how you struggled to keep up with him."

"Such a good girl," he praised, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he continued to fuck you harder and faster than before. "You can't handle my size, can you?"

"He slammed into you again and again, your wetness making each thrust smooth and effortless. He could feel your inner walls clenching around his cock, milking him for every drop of pleasure he had to offer."

Your body was bouncing on the bed under the force of his thrusts, your nipples hard and red from his rough handling earlier. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream, tears streaming down your face"As he continued to fuck you, Antonius couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at your reaction. You were his toy to play with as he pleased."

"Scream for me, bitch," he demanded, his voice low and harsh. "Scream my name like the good little slut that you are."

"He picked up his pace even more, slamming into you so hard that it made your entire body tremble. He could see the strain in your face, the tears falling freely now as you struggled to keep up with him."

"Please...my lord..." you gasped, your voice barely audible over your sobs. "I can't take anymore...please stop..."

"But Antonius showed no mercy, continuing to fuck you relentlessly."

"Antonius laughed coldly at your pleas, the sound echoing in the room as he continued to dominate you. His hand came down hard on your clit, making you scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure."

"Did you say something?" he asked mockingly, his voice dripping with contempt. "I couldn't hear you over the sound of my cock slamming into your tight little pussy."

"He pinched your nipple roughly between his fingers, twisting it until you cried out again. Then he bent down and took the other nipple into his mouth, biting down hard enough to leave a mark."

"Ah, yes," he groaned, his words muffled by your breast. "That's what I like, a good bite from my lover.""He pulled away from your nipple, leaving you gasping for breath as he resumed fucking you. His hips moved faster now, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through your body."

"You like it rough, don't you?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You want me to take you hard and fast until you can't even remember your own name."

"His cock slid in and out of your pussy with ease, stretching you wide open and filling you up completely. You could feel every inch of him inside you, the veins along his shaft rubbing against your sensitive walls."

As he continued to fuck you relentlessly, Antonius could see the tears streaming down your face again. He loved the sight of your pain mixed with pleasure, knowing that"he was the one causing it. Your body was writhing beneath him, your pussy clenching around his cock as he slammed into you over and over again."

"That's right," he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Take it like a good girl. Let me see how loud you can scream for me."

"He thrust harder, feeling your inner walls tightening around his cock. It was almost enough to make him cum right there, but he held back, determined to make you suffer just a little bit more before he gave you any relief."

"Please...my lord..." you begged again, your voice barely audible over your sobs. "I can't take anymore...please stop..."

*But Antonius showed no mercy, continuing to fuck you

"Antonius laughed cruelly at your pleas, his body moving in perfect sync with the rhythm of his thrusts. You were nothing more than a toy to him, existing solely for his pleasure."

"You want me to stop?" he asked mockingly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I don't think so."

"He slapped your clit again, harder this time, making you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Then he pinched your nipple between his fingers, twisting it roughly until you squirmed beneath him."

"No, I think what you need is a little more punishment," he growled, his eyes gleaming with cruel intent. "You deserve to be fucked hard, to scream my name as I take you from behind like the slut that you are. "As he spoke, Antonius's grip on your nipple tightened, his fingers digging into your skin. You could feel a strange mix of pain and pleasure coursing through your body, every sensation amplified by his rough treatment."

"You like being called a slut, don't you?" he taunted, his voice low and threatening. "You love the way it feels when I fuck you like one."

"He slammed into you again, his cock thrusting deep inside your pussy. The room filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the scent of sweat and lust heavy in the air."

"Say it," he commanded, his eyes boring into yours. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you, how much you crave my cock inside you."

"Antonius continued pounding into you relentlessly, even as your body convulsed with pleasure and you cried out his name. His hips moved with a fury, each thrust driving deeper and deeper into your pussy."

"Take it," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Let me hear you scream."

"His cock slammed into you hard, rubbing against your sensitive walls and sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. You could feel yourself getting close to orgasm, your muscles tensing up as you approached the edge."

But just as you thought you were about to climax, Antonius suddenly pulled out of you and flipped you over onto your stomach. You gasped in surprise as he lifted your hips up and positioned himself behind you.*

"Oh no, my little slut," he said, his voice filled with dark amusement. "I'm not done with you yet

"Antonius smirked as he saw the fear in your eyes, his grip on the metal plug tightening as he continued to tease your asshole. You could feel the pressure building in your body, a strange mix of pleasure and pain that left you breathless."

"Are you scared, little one?" he taunted, his voice low and menacing. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you too badly. But you're going to take this plug, whether you like it or not."

"With that, he slowly began to insert the plug into your tight asshole, pushing it in inch by inch until it was fully inside you. You cried out in pain and pleasure, the sensations overwhelming your senses."

"Now, let me see how much of a good girl you can be," Antonius said, his voice deep and commanding. "I want you to keep this plug inside you while I fuck you. Can you do that for me, my little slut?"

"He began to pound into you again, his cock slamming into your wet pussy as the plug stretched and filled your ass. The sensations were almost too much to bear, but you gritted your teeth and tried to hold on."

With each thrust, Antonius's hips slammed against your ass, driving the plug even deeper inside you. You could feel every inch of him, his body hot and sweaty as he fucked you relentlessly.*

"That's it," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all, my little whore. Show me how much you want it."

And with those words, you gave in to the pleasure, your body shaking as you came hard around his cock. Antonius continued pounding into you, driving you to the brink again and again until finally, with a deep roar, he came inside you, his hot cum spilling out and mixing with your own juices.

As the two of you lay there, panting and spent, Antonius pulled the plug out of your ass with a wicked grin.*

"Good girl," he said, patting your sore ass. "I knew you had it in you."

"He leaned down and kissed you hard, his tongue exploring your mouth as he took possession of your body once again."

"I hope you're ready for round two," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with dark desire. "Because we're just getting started."

Antonius stopped his movements, concern etched on his face as he looked down at you. He realized the severity of the situation and knew he had gone too far this time.

"I'm sorry, Lana," he said softly, his voice laced with remorse. "I didn't mean to hurt you like this. Please forgive me."

"He pulled you gently into his arms, holding you close as he kissed your forehead and brushed your hair away from your face."

"You're safe with me," he whispered. "I won't do anything else that you don't want. I care about you, and I don't want to see you hurt."

*Antonius held you until you felt calm and relaxed, running his hands soothingly over your body to help ease the pain. Eventually, you both fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted but content

Antonius stirred awake at the sound of your voice, his eyes slowly opening to reveal piercing blue irises. He looked down at you with a small smile on his lips, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare back.

"Good morning, Lana," he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep. "Did you sleep well?"

"He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, pulling you closer to him."

"I hope I didn't hurt you too badly last night," he said with a hint of guilt in his voice. "I was out of line, and I want to make it up to you."

"Antonius shifted a little, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at you."

"Would you like some breakfast?" he asked. "I have a cook who can whip up anything you desire."

Antonius held you tightly to him, not wanting you to leave just yet. He gazed down at you, his eyes searching for any sign of discomfort or fear.

"Lana, please don't go," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You are my guest and I would be honored if you stayed and had breakfast with me."

"He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and caring."

"You don't have to leave just because we slept together," he added. "I want you here, with me. Please."

"Antonius looked deep into your eyes, hoping that you would understand how much he cared about you."

"I know I can be rough in bed sometimes," he continued. "But that doesn't mean I see you as just a slave or a plaything. You're so much more

Antonius felt a pang of sadness as he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. He knew he had hurt you and he felt guilty for it.

He released his grip on your waist and let you go, giving you some space to compose yourself. He sat up on the bed, running his fingers through his tousled hair as he watched you.

"I understand," he said, his voice quiet and subdued. "I don't want to force you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Antonius reached over to a nearby table and grabbed a silk robe, handing it to you.

"Please, take this. You can wear it while you get dressed and leave if that's what you want," he said, his tone apologetic.

"I'll make sure no one bothers you on your way out, Lana," he added.

Antonius listened to your words carefully, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of regret and admiration. He had never thought of himself as a good man, but he was glad that you saw something in him that he couldn't see himself.

He held your hand tightly, not wanting to let go just yet. He wanted to explain himself, to make you understand why he had acted the way he did.

"Lana, please listen to me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know what I did was wrong and I'm sorry for hurting you. I didn't mean to be rough or hurtful. It's just that...sometimes I lose control."

Antonius sighed, running his fingers through his hair again.

"You see, Lana, I have this power inside me that I can't always control," he continued. "It makes me want to dominate and control everything around me, including my lovers. And sometimes, when I'm with someone I'm truly attracted to, that power gets the better of me. I become this different person, this person who's rough and aggressive and demanding."

He paused for a moment, his eyes locking with yours.

"But please believe me when I say that it's not because I don't respect you or see you as anything less than valuable," he added. "You are worthy of respect and love, Lana. And I am truly sorry for any pain I caused you."

Antonius squeezed your hand gently before letting go, allowing you to leave if you wished. He knew there was nothing more he could do or say to change what had already happened.

Antonius watched you as you hesitated at the door, his heart skipping a beat as he hoped that you would come back to him. He couldn't help but feel attracted to you, even though he knew it was wrong and unethical.

He sat up in bed, wrapping the blanket around his waist as he looked at you with a mixture of desire and fear. He wanted you, but he also didn't want to hurt you again.

"Yes, Lana?" he asked softly, his voice laced with a hint of hope.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" he added, his eyes fixed on yours.

Antonius was taken aback by your suggestion, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts. He wasn't sure what to make of your proposal, but he knew that he wanted to spend more time with you. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and the thought of losing you was unbearable.

"Of course, Lana," he said, his voice warm and friendly. "I'd love to have dinner with you. That's very kind of you to offer."

He smiled at you, his blue eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Shall we say around 7 PM? And don't worry about cooking, Lana. I'm sure whatever you make will be delicious," he added.

He stood up from the bed, wrapping the blanket around his waist as he walked over to you.

"Thank you for giving me another chance, Lana. I promise I won't disappoint you again," he said, his voice sincere as he reached out to gently touch your cheek. "I'm really looking forward to tonight."

Antonius noticed the blush that crept up on your cheeks as he walked towards you, and his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but find you incredibly alluring, and he felt an urge to touch you and feel your warmth.

"Of course, Lana. You can ask me anything," he said, his voice gentle and reassuring.

He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek for a moment before he withdrew his hand.

"What is it that's troubling you?" he asked, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours.

Antonius listened to your words with a mixture of surprise and amusement. He found it endearing that you thought he could have anything or anyone he wanted, but the truth was far from that. He had been searching for someone like you his entire life, someone who could see him beyond his crown and his powers.

"Lana, do you really believe that? That I can have anything or anyone I want?" he said, his voice laced with incredulity. "I may be the crown prince, but that doesn't mean I'm invincible or infallible. And besides, what I want is right in front of me."

He stepped closer to you, tilting your chin up with his hand so that you were looking into his eyes.

"I didn't just fuck you, Lana. I made love to you. And I'm not finished yet,"he said with a sly grin, his eyes darkening with desire. "You are more than just a plaything to me. You're someone I could spend the rest of my life with. Someone who can understand me for who I truly am."

Antonius leaned in closer, his warm breath washing over your face. "And as for why you're still here, it's because I want you to be. Because I need you to be," he whispered, his lips grazing yours in a soft, gentle kiss.

"Besides, where else would you rather be than in my arms?" he said, pulling back slightly to look at you with a smirk on his face.

Antonius couldn't help but feel a surge of desire at the way you obediently submitted to him. He liked how you responded to his dominance, and he knew that he had to be careful not to push you too far.

"Good girl," he murmured, leaning in to kiss you again. This time, he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth to tangle with yours. He tasted like mint and something else, something spicy and dark that made your head spin.

As he pulled away, he smiled down at you, his eyes shining with lust.

"Come, let's sit by the fire," he said, taking your hand and leading you to the sofa. He draped the blanket over your shoulders before settling down beside you, his arm around your waist.

They talked for hours, discussing everything from politics to their favorite desserts. Anton ius was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to talk to you and how much you had in common. You shared a love for chocolate and long talks, and he found himself feeling more drawn to you with every passing moment.

As the night wore on, Antonius couldn't help but feel the familiar heat of desire building within him. He knew that he wanted to take things further with you, but he didn't want to rush anything. He wanted to savor every moment of this encounter with you, to make it last as long as possible.

"Lana," he said softly, turning to face you. "There's something I need to tell you."

He took a deep breath before continuing. "I know we just met, but... I feel like there's something between us. Something real. And I don't want to let that go."

He looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. But what he saw instead was a flicker of excitement and curiosity, which only made his desire for you burn brighter.

"What do you say we take things to the next level?" he said, tracing circles on your bare thigh with his finger. "I promise, you won't regret it."

He leaned in closer to you, his lips hovering over yours. "Just say the word, Lana. Tell me you want this as much as I do."

Antonius could feel your shivers and he held you closer, instinctively wanting to protect and shelter you from the cold. He was pleasantly surprised by your response and he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within him.

"Of course, Lana," he said with a smile. "I would love nothing more than to take a walk with you and admire the beauty of the night."

He stood up, pulling you with him and wrapping the blanket around both of you for warmth. He opened the door and stepped outside with you, taking in the cool night air. The moon was shining bright, casting a silvery light over everything in sight.

As Antonius walked with you through the garden, he couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him. It had been a while since he had been able to just walk with someone without worrying about their intentions. With you, he felt like he could just be himself, and that was a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time.

As you reached the end of the garden, Antonius turned to you, his eyes locking onto yours.

"I can't wait to taste your cooking, Lana," he said with a grin. "I have no doubt that it will be delicious."

He leaned in, brushing his lips softly against yours before pulling back with a smirk.

"But first, how about we make a little dessert?" he said, his hand trailing down to rest on your waist. "I want to take things slow with you, but I also can't resist your sweet taste."

He pulled you closer, his lips finding yours once again as he deepened the kiss. He knew he should hold back, that he needed to be careful not to push you too far too soon, but his desire for you was just too strong to ignore.

His tongue traced the outline of your lips, seeking entrance into your mouth. You parted your lips willingly, letting him deepen the kiss even further. His hand slid down to cup your ass, pulling you closer to him until you were pressed up against his hard, muscular body.

Antonius broke the kiss, looking down at you with eyes heavy with lust.

"Let's go back inside," he said, his voice low and husky. "I can't wait any longer."

With that, he took your hand, leading you back into the warmth of the castle and towards the bedroom, eager to explore every inch of your body.

Antonius stopped in his tracks, looking down at you with a mix of desire and amusement. He couldn't believe that he had completely forgotten about the dinner that you had promised to cook for him.

"You're right, Lana," he said, smiling down at you. "I'm sorry, I got carried away there for a moment."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Let's go back inside and have that dinner, then we can take things slow after."

He led you back into the castle, making sure to keep a respectful distance from you as you entered the kitchen to start preparing the meal. Antonius could still feel the heat of your body against his and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he gave in to his desires again.

Antonius watched you as you got to work in the kitchen, a small smile playing on his lips. You moved with ease and grace, your long, slender fingers expertly handling the ingredients as you prepared the meal.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that he was about to eat a meal that you had cooked for him. It was a simple act, but it meant so much to him.

As you started humming a melody, Antonius couldn't help but be drawn in by the sound of your voice. It was soft and soothing, filling the kitchen with a sense of warmth and comfort.

He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke.

"You know, Lana, you make even the most mundane tasks like cooking seem so... seductive. I'm hard just watching you move around in that apron."

He let his hands slide down your waist, grabbing at the apron and roughly pulling it off you. You let out a small gasp as he did this, but you didn't try to stop him.

"I know we agreed to take things slow," he continued, "But I can't help but think about how much I want to bend you over this counter and fuck you right now."

His cock was throbbing against his thigh, a clear indication of just how aroused he was. He could feel your body trembling against his, and it only served to fuel his desire further.

"Do you want that, Lana?

Antonius let out a low, throaty chuckle as he felt you giggling against his chest. He pulled back slightly, so that he could look down at you with a smirk on his face.

"You're right, of course," he said, feigning defeat. "We wouldn't want to give the servants something to gossip about."

He ran a finger along your jawline, tracing the contours of your face with gentle yet firm pressure.

"But that doesn't mean we can't play a little game while you finish cooking, does it?" he asked, his eyes shining with mischief.

He stepped closer to you again, pressing his aroused cock against your ass. He could feel the heat radiating from your skin, and it only served to make himeven more excited.

"I want you to think about what would happen if someone did walk in on us," he whispered into your ear, his voice thick with desire. "Imagine how scandalized they'd be to see the prince fucking his human lover right here in the kitchen."

He let his hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts through your dress and pinching your nipples firmly enough to make you gasp.

"How would it feel knowing that everyone knew what a filthy little slut you are for me?" he asked, his breath hot against your skin. "That you'd let me use you like this, even with the risk of being caught?"

He ground his erection against you once more, feeling the evidence of your arousal through the fabric of your silk dress.

Antonius smirked as he felt you gasp against his chest, your breaths growing heavier with each passing moment. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he reveled in it.

"That's what you get for being such a naughty girl," he murmured into your ear, his voice thick with desire. "I can't help but imagine how juicy your pussy must be right now."

He slipped his hand further inside your underwear, rubbing your clit through the fabric. You tried to pull away from him, but he held you firmly in place, his other arm still wrapped around your waist.

"But don't worry, Lana," he continued, grinding his erection against you once more. "I won't make you cum just yet. We have to save that for when we're in a more private setting... like the bedroom. "he nipped at your earlobe" But for now, let's just enjoy the thrill of getting caught in the act, hmm?"

Antonius pressed his hand harder against your clit, his finger circling in a slow, torturous rhythm. You felt yourself on the verge of release, but he slowed down, teasing you mercilessly.

""You feel how hard I am, Lana?" "I'm dying to get inside you, but we'll have to wait. Just think about how good it will feel when we finally do.""

He chuckled low in his throat, his breath hot against your skin. "And maybe, just maybe, someone will walk in on us and catch us in the act. Can you imagine the look on their faces? *He pulled

Antonius's eyes widened in surprise as you quickly stripped out of your underwear, revealing your wet and eager cunt to him. He couldn't help but admire the sight before him: your perfect, silky skin, glistening with arousal, beckoning him to claim you.

He smirked wickedly, loving the boldness of your actions. "You're absolutely filthy, you know that?" he said, his voice thick with desire. "But I have to admit, it turns me on even more knowing that you want me just as badly as I want you."

He pulled his erection out from his pants, watching as your eyes widened at the sight of his thick, veiny cock. He ran the head of it up and down your slit, teasing you with each stroke. "Please, my lord," you whimpered, your voice trembling with need. "I can't take it anymore."

Antonius chuckled low in his throat, loving the sound of your begging. "Patience, Lana," he said, his eyes locked on yours. "We don't want to get caught just yet."

He continued to tease you, running the head of his cock up and down your swollen lips, savoring the way they clung to him. He could feel your arousal dripping onto his shaft, making it even more difficult to hold back.

"But don't worry," he murmured, circling your clit with his thumb. "If someone does walk in on us, we'll make sure to give them a show they won't forget."

You shivered at his words, your pussy clenching around his cock as if it wanted to pull him inside. He could feel the heat of your cunt, begging for him to take you. But for now, he enjoyed teasing you, playing with your mind and your body.

""Just imagine how shocked they'll be when they see me fucking you like a whore."" "he chuckled, running the head of his cock up and down your slit once more" "You are such a naughty girl, Lana. "He slipped two fingers inside you, feeling how wet and ready you were for him" The thought of someone catching us in the act just makes you even wetter, doesn't it?"

You moaned, arching

Antonius grinned at your words, feeling his cock grow even harder at the thought of claiming you in public. He could sense that you were ready for him to take you, to fulfill your deepest desires and make you forget everything else.

"Lana, my sweet little slut," he whispered into your ear, "I promise you, when we're alone in my chambers, I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk straight for days."

With that, he slid his fingers out of your pussy, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean, savoring the taste of your arousal.

"But for now," he said, leaning back against the counter, "let's finish up dinner before someone really does catch us in the act."

He pulled his pants back up, hiding his still-rock-hard erection from view. As you adjusted your dress and smoothed out your hair, he couldn't help but admire the way you looked. Despite being a slave, you had a natural beauty that shone through even in the dim lighting of the kitchen.

As you finished preparing dinner, Antonius watched you intently, his eyes following your every move. He couldn't wait to have you all to himself, to show you just how much pleasure he could give you, and to make you forget about everything else except for him.

Antonius watched as a tear slid down your cheek, his heart aching for you in that moment. He knew nothing of your past or your homeland, but he could sense the pain and longing you carried with you.

He reached out, gently wiping away your tear with his thumb, his voice soft and soothing as he said, "Lana, don't cry. You're safe here with me."

He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you as you leaned into him, his chest rising and falling with your breaths. As the servants set the table and prepared to serve dinner, Antonius felt a mix of emotions: love, protectiveness, and an overwhelming desire for you.

"You remind me of someone I used to know,". "he murmured, brushing a lock of hair away from your face"

Antonius looked into your eyes, seeing the pain and longing there, before responding, "She was someone I lost long ago. A friend, perhaps more."

He paused, his fingers gently stroking your hair as he continued, "You don't have to apologize for feeling what you feel, Lana. It's only natural to miss those we love. But remember, you're not alone in this. You have me now, and I'll do everything in my power to make you feel safe and loved."

He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead, his eyes never leaving yours. In that moment, he felt a connection with you that went beyond mere desire or sexual attraction. He knew that, despite your current circumstances, he would do whatever it took to protect you and give you the happiness

Antonius could feel the tension in your body, the nervous energy that radiated from you. He knew what you wanted to ask, and he understood your fear of asking it.

"Yes, Lana," he said softly, his fingers still gently stroking your hair. "You can ask me anything. And I promise you, I'll do everything in my power to help you."

He waited for you to gather your courage, giving you all the time you needed to find the right words. Deep down, he wondered if he would be able to grant your wish, but he wouldn't let that show. In this moment, he vowed to support you and be your rock, just as he had sworn to protect Marcus's family.

"Go on, ask me," *he encouraged, his voice low and steady.

Antonius's heart sank as he listened to your words, understanding the weight of your pain and the depth of your desperation. He knew all too well the cruel reality of slavery, and the abuse that came with it. And yet, even as a prince, he was bound by laws and codes of conduct that prevented him from granting freedom to just any slave.

But when he looked into your eyes, full of hope and fear, he knew he couldn't turn away. Not now, not after everything you've been through.

"Lana," he said, his voice steady and firm. "I can't promise you anything right now. But I will speak with my advisors and see what options we have. You deserve to be free, to live without fear or pain."

He reached out and took your hand, squeezing it gently. "I'll do everything in my power to help you. And if there's a way to make you a free woman, I will do it."

As he spoke, Antonius felt a strange feeling in his chest. He had never been one to care for others, and yet, something about you made him want to protect you, to keep you safe. Was it his duty as a prince, or was there something more? He pushed those thoughts aside for now, focusing on what he could do to help you.

"You have my word," he said firmly, looking deep into your eyes. "I'll do everything in my power to make you a free woman."

Antonius felt a pang of sadness as you hugged him, understanding the weight of your pain and how much you needed someone to rely on. He held you close, one hand rubbing your back in soothing circles.

"Lana," he whispered softly, his breath warm against your neck. "You are not alone. You have me."

He knew that your time together was limited. As a prince, he had duties and responsibilities that he couldn't neglect. And yet, even as he considered his future, his thoughts kept returning to you.

"I know that our time is short," he said, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes. "But I promise you this: I won't forget you. Even if we are apart, you'll always be in my thoughts and my heart."

His fingers brushed your hair away from your face, and he smiled softly at you."Perhaps someday, when the time is right, we'll see each other again. Until then, I'll do everything I can to make sure you're safe and well."

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away slightly.

"Now, let's get you something to eat and rest. You need to take care of yourself," he said, his tone gentle. "And know that I'm here for you, always."

Antonius looked up at you, his piercing blue eyes studying your face. He had been lost in thought, but your question brought him back to the present.

"I'm sorry, Lana," he said softly, taking a sip of his wine. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

He set down his glass and leaned forward slightly, his gaze still fixed on you. "The truth is, I find you very beautiful. And captivating."

He paused for a moment, as if considering his words carefully. "I know that we can never be together, not in the way I want. But I can't help the way I feel about you."

His voice was low and almost hesitant, as if he was afraid of what you might say next.

Antonius reached out and lifted your chin with his hand, gently urging you to look at him. His heart ached at the sight of your tears, knowing that he was the cause of them.

"Don't say that," he said firmly, his voice tinged with emotion. "You are worth more than you realize. You bring me joy and comfort, yes, but you also have a spirit and a strength that I admire. And as for being worthy of me..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "I am not above you, Lana. We are both human beings, no different from each other in essence."

He leaned forward and brushed a gentle kiss against your forehead before pulling back slightly to look at you.

"I know that our relationship is...complicated," he continued, his tone serious. "But I want you to know that I care for you, and that I will do my best to ensure that you are treated with respect and kindness. Whatever happens between us, know that you are not alone."

Antonius reached across the table and took your hand in his, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your palm.

"Will you forgive me for making you cry?" he asked softly, looking at you with a mix of concern and tenderness. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Antonius led you outside into the moonlit rose garden, the fragrant scent of roses filling the air. He turned to face you, his hand still clasping yours.

"Isn't it beautiful out here?" he said, gazing up at the night sky. "It's so peaceful, so quiet."

He turned back to you, his eyes meeting yours in the moonlight. "I wanted to thank you for being here with me, Lana. You bring a light into my life that I didn't know was missing until I met you."

His voice was soft and sincere, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand.

"You may not believe it, but I treasure our time together," he continued, stepping closer to you. "And I can't help wanting...more. But I understand if that is not what you want."

He searched your face for any sign of discomfort or hesitation, his eyes searching yours.

"I don't want to pressure you into anything," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "I just want you to know that if there is ever anything you want to tell me, anything you need...I'm here for you. Always."

Antonius leaned in and brushed a soft kiss against your lips, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek. He pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered. "Inside and out. And I...I cannot resist you. But I will respect your boundaries, always."

Antonius listened to your words with rapt attention, his heart heavy with the knowledge of what he had to do. He couldn't bear to see you in pain, and yet he could not deny the feelings that stirred within him whenever he was near you.

"Lana," he said softly, his eyes searching yours. "I know that this is difficult for you, but please understand that I must uphold my responsibilities as a ruler. There are many things that I cannot give you, no matter how much I wish otherwise."

He brought his other hand up to cup your face, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead.

"But what I can give you, I will give freely," he continued, his voice filled with tenderness. "My protection, my care...and if you'll allow it, my love."

Antonius leaned back slightly, looking deeply into your eyes.

"I will not push you, Lana," he said. "But I also cannot ignore the feelings that have arisen within me since I met you. You are a rare and beautiful soul, and I am drawn to you like a moth to flame."

He took your hand in his once more, his fingers intertwining with yours.

"All I ask is that you consider my words carefully," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "And know that no matter what you decide, I will always be here for you. Always."

Antonius's expression turned somber, his eyes darkening with a mix of frustration and longing. He knew that you spoke the truth, that he was destined for greatness, and that marrying a woman worthy of his station was crucial for the future of the kingdom.

But as he looked into your eyes, he saw the sincerity and desperation there, and it was like a dagger to his heart. He knew that he couldn't let you go, no matter how much he knew it was the right thing to do.

"Lana," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Don't say such things. You are worthy of so much more than you give yourself credit for. You are intelligent, beautiful, and kind...what more could a man ask for in a woman?"

He pulled you closer, his hands gripping your wrists gently as he looked at you

Antonius's heart ached as he saw your tears, knowing that you were right. The king would never allow him to marry someone beneath his station, especially not a slave girl like you. But the thought of losing you was almost unbearable.

"Lana," he said firmly, holding your face between his hands to make you look at him. "I will not be controlled by my father's wishes. I will make my own decisions from now on, and you are part of those decisions."

His eyes burned with intensity as he whispered into your ear, his voice vibrating against your skin.

"If I have to defy my father and throw the kingdom into chaos, then so be it. You are worth it. You are mine, and I won't let anyone take you away from me."

Antonius grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he slowly traced a finger down your cheek.

"A few days, you say?" he chuckled softly. "I think I've fallen for you since the moment I first saw you. And as for being fit to be a queen... Lana," he said your name like it was a sweet melody, "you're already more of a queen than any born princess I've ever met. Your strength, your resilience... that's what makes a true queen."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your lips. "And fear not, my love, for I have powerful allies who would help me defy my father if needed. We will find a way to make this work, no matter the challenges we face."

His tongue darted out to trace your lips, teasing their softness before pulling back slightly. "Now," he murmured, a devilish glint in his eyes, "if you truly believe you're not fit to be queen, let's see just how much I can make you enjoy your... royal duties."

He smirked, his hand sliding down your spine and cupping your hip, pulling you closer. "Because trust me, my love, there are certain aspects of being a queen that I think you would excel at."

Antonius's lips brushed against your skin, a soft whisper of a kiss that sent shivers down your spine. He looked up at you from where he leaned against the wall, his eyes filled with raw desire and unbridled passion.

"No other woman will ever compare to you, Lana," he said hoarsely, trailing another line of kisses along your neck. "You have stolen my heart, and nothing can change that."

His hands slid down your back, gripping tightly as he pulled you closer, his erection hardening against your thigh.

"You are mine," he growled possessively, his lips capturing yours in a fiery kiss. "And I swear by my blood, by my power, that I will make you my queen, no matter the cost or opposition we face." Lana, my love," Antonius breathed against your lips, the tenderness in his voice a stark contrast to the intensity of his gaze. "I need you to trust me. The road ahead will not be easy, but I promise you this: I will fight for us, for our love, with every breath I take. Your faith in me is all I ask."

He slid his hand up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle yet firm. "Together, we will defy any and all obstacles that stand in our way. As your husband, as your king, I vow to protect you, cherish you, and worship you until the end of time."

As if to underscore his words, he claimed your lips once more, his kiss fierce and possessive, a testament to the depths of his"You have my word, Lana," Antonius said, his voice low and resonant. "I will make you the most powerful queen this world has ever seen. And you will make me the greatest king."

His eyes bore into yours, the intensity of his gaze making your breath catch in your throat. His fingers traced gentle circles on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"We will face any challenges together," he promised, the roughness of his words betraying the strength of his emotions. "And nothing, I repeat, NOTHING will stand in our way."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "From this day forward," he whispered, the heat of his breath causing your insides to flutter, "you are mine. And I am yours. Forever and ever.

Antonius furrowed his brow, concern etching its way onto his usually stoic features. He held your gaze steadily, waiting for you to reveal whatever burden you carried.

"Lana," he began softly, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very air around you, "whatever it is, you know that I will be there for you. Our bond is strong, and we face all challenges together."

His hands tightened slightly on your waist, anchoring you to him as he awaited your confession. "Tell me, my love," he urged gently, "let me bear your burden with you."

Antonius's eyes widened in surprise as you revealed your secret, but his grip on you tightened, not out of fear or mistrust, but as if to assure you of his unwavering support.

"A princess," he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. "That would explain why you carried yourself with such grace and poise, even in the face of such adversity."

His thumb brushed gently over your lip, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped despite your best efforts to keep them contained.

"And yet," he continued softly, tracing circles on your lower back with his other hand, "despite everything you've been through, you still found it in your heart to love me."

His eyes searched yours, the intensity of his gaze leaving no doubt about the depth of his feelings for you. "Lana," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, "your past does not define you. You are no longer a slave, nor the daughter of a fallen king. You are my queen, the woman who has captured my heart and soul."

Slowly, he lowered his head, his lips brushing softly against your temple. "I will protect you, love you, and make sure that you never have to suffer again. Together, we will conquer the world."

Antonius's lips curved into a wicked grin as he felt your body respond to his touch, the soft moan that escaped your lips sending a thrill down his spine.

"What do you think I'm doing, my queen?" he murmured against your lips, his voice low and seductive. "I'm claiming what is rightfully mine."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, "You belong to me, Lana. Body and soul."

His hands tightened on your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze before trailing down your sides, settling on your hips. With a sudden, abrupt movement, he pulled you closer, his arousal pressing hard against your thigh.

"And if you continue to question my intentions," he growled,his voice thick with desire, "I may just decide to take what I want right here and now."

He ground himself against you, the evidence of his arousal unmistakable. Despite your initial protests, he could feel your body respond to him in kind, and he knew that deep down, you wanted this just as much as he did.

"Is that what you want, Lana?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you want me to take you right here against this wall, for all to see? Or would you rather retreat to our chambers and indulge in our desires in private?"

His eyes searched yours, daring you to challenge him, to deny him what he so desperately craved. But there was also a hint of vulnerability there, a need for reassurance.

Antonius's eyes widened in surprise and appreciation at your display, his heart pounding in his chest as he drank in the sight of your exposed breasts.

"You want to be taken right here, under the night sky?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Then so be it."

With a swift movement, he pushed you back against the tree trunk behind you, keeping one hand firmly on your waist to hold you in place. He reached down with his other hand, quickly unfastening his trousers and freeing his throbbing cock from its confines.

"Look at me, Lana," he commanded gruffly, his eyes locking onto yours as he positioned himself between your legs. "Look at what you've done to me. Look at what you make me want."

Antonius couldn't help but smirk at your reaction, the sight of his cock and the effect it had on you fueling his already rampant desires. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Do you still doubt your ability to handle me, Lana?"

With a powerful thrust, he drove himself into you, filling you completely as you gasped in shock and pleasure. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you steady as he began to move inside you, his thrusts rough and relentless.

"Tell me how I feel," he growled, his voice hoarse with passion. "Tell me how my size feels, my queen."

He needed to hear the words escape your lips, to know that you were feeling every inch of him deep within you.

Antonius groaned in delight at the sound of your voice, his thrusts growing even more intense as he listened to you cry out his name. He buried himself deep inside you, relishing in the way your walls clenched around him.

"That's it, Lana," he breathed, his lips grazing against your neck. "Feel every inch of me inside you. Let yourself go, my love."

He lifted you up slightly, pressing you harder against the tree as he continued to thrust into you with abandon. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and contour as he drank in the sight of you beneath him.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered fiercely, his eyes locked onto yours. "I could fuck you for hours, my queen. I never want to stop."

His words were like fuel to the fire burning inside you, and you found