a slight miscalculation

Chapter 2: Book One: Chapter 2

Notes:

Warning: Forced blowjobs.

Jennie shivered as she stared around the large, luxurious room, huddling into the circle of her own arms. Being naked normally didn't bother her, but all alone in the infamous Crown Princess Lisa's bedchamber, she felt incredibly vulnerable. This was all wrong. She had been performing at the Royal Palace for years—once every year, in fact, since she had run away from home to join the circus. Never once had Lisa looked twice at her before. At first, the Princess's flattering attention had filled her with confidence. Now, she found herself wishing she hadn't put on quite such a good show.

Everything's going to be okay, she told herself, breathing deeply. The door's locked, the guards took my clothes, and the Princess is probably going to show up any minute, but I'm sure I can find a way out of this. She glanced around the room again, trying to think, but she couldn't focus. Her thoughts were in splinters. Lisa's brief, possessive touch had shaken her to the core, and the effects of her heat were already starting. Her skin burned hot, and she could feel an uncomfortable pressure growing between her thighs. Soon, it would turn to aching emptiness.

"Everything's going to be okay," she said again, needing to hear the words aloud. "I've been through this before plenty of times. It's just a heat, right? How bad can it be?"

But she already knew this was no ordinary heat. It hadn't come upon her naturally like the others she had endured. Instead, something about Lisa had awakened it. The dominant alpha's voice, her smell, her possessive touch had drawn it out of her. Each time she thought about their brief encounter in the throne room, her heart rate increased and her breathing became labored. No one else's pheromones had ever been strong enough to take control of hers before. Despite the positive attitude she was struggling to maintain, it terrified her.

"Everything's going to be okay," she said for a third time, pacing to work out some of her restless energy. She couldn't bear to stand still, and there was plenty of room to move. Lisa's chambers could fit an average bedroom ten times over. "If I can't escape, I'll talk my way out of this. She wouldn't be selfish enough to force me to mate with her, would she?" Her voice wavered at the end of the question, betraying her doubt. Part of her feared that Lisa was that selfish, and an even larger part of her feared that the Princess wouldn't have to force her at all. She didn't want to mate with anyone, least of all the Crown Princess of the Fire Nation, but her body had other ideas.

The sound of footsteps outside the door made her freeze. She curled in on herself again, crossing her arms over her breasts. Unfortunately, there wasn't much she could do about the rest of her body except hunch forward. A little gasp slipped from between her lips as a familiar, tempting scent hit her nose. The Princess! Oh Spirits, she's right outside. Her scent is so strong I can smell her through the door. She tried not to breathe in, but she didn't have much choice. The mixture of jasmine perfume and raw sex seeped into her very pores.

After a moment, the door clicked open. Lisa strode confidently into the room, clad in the same formal attire as before and still sporting an impressive swell at the front of her pants. There were no guards with her, and Jennie's heart leapt. Maybe there would be a chance for escape after all. Lisa was a powerful firebender, a prodigy from what everyone said, but she wouldn't be expecting a surprise attack. If she waited for the perfect opportunity, the chi blocking strikes she had practiced could paralyze the Princess long enough for her to make a run for it...

"Why aren't you kneeling?"

The low scrape of Lisa's voice made her forget all about running. A shudder raced through her entire body and the pressure between her legs turned to liquid heat. Slickness she didn't want spilled from somewhere deep inside of her, running along her inner thighs. It was a completely involuntary reaction, and her stomach churned as her softest parts pulsed. "I—I'm sorry, Your Highness," she stammered, deciding it would be safest to obey. At least, she pretended it was a decision instead of the overwhelming urge to submit as she dropped to her knees. In her current state, all her instincts were screaming at her to surrender to Lisa's dominance.