The Dark Prince

The Dark Prince pt. 6

Jungkook couldn't sleep. The entire night he was up battling against the darkness that pushed its way forward. He was still himself, but this new anger made him want to be careless. He could feel it creeping up through his blood down to the tips of his fingers. He pondered on all these lost years and how he'd been promised a cure that he now knew would never come. His father was always desperate and it seemed his desperation took him to desperate measures.

Jungkook couldn't believe that he had actually been replaced. He had so many questions, but one thing was certain, he'd get the answers he sought once out of this tower. He questioned whether he would even kill anyone with his eyes since you hadn't been affected, but at this rate he didn't care. The curse was battling with him and it was slowly winning. All the things he's gone through, all the loneliness, the abandonment...all of the emotions had officially reached a boiling point.

Glancing over, he admires how angelic you look as you sleep. In a way he was jealous that he could never know this type of peace. You lived your life with some trouble, but you have never been abandoned by your own family. He was happy that you came to him when you did. Tenderly he runs a finger over your cheek, tucking your hair back behind your ear and smiles. You really were the miracle that came to save him when he needed you most. He doesn't know why you weren't affected by his curse, but he was eternally grateful that you weren't. If anything were to happen to you he'd no longer want to live. He knew this to be true in the deepest part of his soul. You were his life, happiness...his everything. He loved you and he would make things right for you and for him. You shouldn't be damned to serve him forever in solitude while his father went ahead and made a new kingdom for himself with some fake prince.

You had a way about you that stilled his anger and made him want to be a better man. Your love kept him sane, and now looking upon your vulnerable state, he couldn't help but admire how the sun's rays rolled over your body. Part of the blanket was off your frame revealing a hint of your hip and belly. Your breasts were hidden behind yours arms, your hands neatly tucked under your chin-you were so beautiful. Even with all of his enraged feelings, you managed to simmer his heart to a calm. He rolls the blanket off slowly indulging in the way it glides over your skin raising goosebumps along the way. Fascinated, he tilts his head, only stopping when it reaches the top of your pubic bone. Your belly moves with your breathing as you slumber, completely unaware you're being observed. He turns towards you, laying down so that he is on his side facing you. One arm tucked under his head, he lets the other skim over your curves in featherlight touches, his mind running wild with all the things he still hasn't gotten to do to your body. He swipes over the marks he's decorated over the ticklish areas of your ribs down to the crevice where your hip bone meets your thigh. He presses on one particularly dark purple mark with his thumb and you stir slightly. He made these, you were his. Every mark he left behind, every bruise, was his way of making sure you belonged to him and only him.

Scooting closer, he cuddles into your body heat, paying close attention to how you breathe. His hand moves from your hips down over your curves to dip in between your thighs. Wickedly he runs his finger over your slit amused by the soft skin there. Women really were such a treat. He knew it might be considered improper behavior, but he couldn't help himself when his fingers made their way up to his nose. Sharply he inhales, his cock stirring at your addictive scent, and then slips two fingers past his lips to wet them thoroughly. Lifting up your leg carefully, he places it over his hip and then presses the tips of his fingers against your entrance. He massages the area, slowly building up your arousal, smirking when he begins to feel the first signs of wetness.

You fuss slightly, small delightful sounds of pleasure making their way to Jungkook's ears. When he knows you're more than ready, he moves his hips forward and pushes his tip past your entrance, remaining there without movement. You feel so warm, so welcoming, and you have yet to open your eyes. "Such a sleepy baby.", he murmurs to himself. You don't resist even in sleep, your cunt welcoming his thick head easily. He glances down to watch as he slowly pokes his round and swollen tip in and out of you. He doesn't push further, he doesn't need to. Your hole squeezes around him, and you're now a bit more vocal in response to his ministrations, but your eyes remain closed. Perhaps you thought you were in a dream, Jungkook thought to himself-what better way to wake up? After a few minutes of teasing himself, he hikes your leg up higher over his hip and pushes himself the rest of the way in. This wakes you instantly and all you can see are his dark and red eyes peering at you intensely.