The Crown Prince's Runaway Bride

VI

"Human..."

"Hm?"

"What did you call me before?"

Ah. Cale looked at his little dragon, who seemed pleased with the name he'd come up with out of nowhere. He honestly hadn't considered giving him a name, but he can't keep calling the little dragon a black dragon forever, can he?

"Raon."

He observed the dragon happily flapping its wings and wagging its tail.

"I haven't decided on a surname yet... but I think this fits you... sorry for naming you."

"No! No! I like it! I'll use it! Let me know whenever you come up with a surname!"

Cale nodded.

After kicking the prince out of bed and destroying the Palace windows, they had already arrived at the villa.

He also did not expect the Count and Countess to come to the Capital right after Hans reported what happened to him.

"So you like black beauties?" Count Deruth said.

He frowned but nevertheless, honestly answered, "He's the exception."

Violan looked at Deruth and him.

"The Crown Prince has sent a betrothal letter, expressing his desire to marry you."

"I prefer to marry the black beauty."

When he said that, the couple pretended to gulp. At the same time, Ron, who was supposed to be on leave, arrives with that terrifying lemon tea with a sour scent.

Ugh. I thought I'm free with this for a year.

"Didn't you leave?"

"No, My Lord requires me to do more than chase rabbits."

Ah. My golden plaques.

"If you want, you have to decline by yourself."

"Can't the county do that?"

"You know that we marry for love."

Cale sighed.

"It concerns you. Whatever your answer will be, we'll wholeheartedly support you. You choose for yourself, Cale."

"Alright..." He took the letter and said, "I'm going to meet his crown prince to discuss some matters..."

"Will you be alright?"

"I'll take some medicine before meeting him."

"Alright..."

Cale rolled on the bed for a little longer that night. The kittens and the dragon were each in their basket, leaving him alone on the bed. He could feel the heat rising within him.

His heat was supposed to be gone by now, but it's still there.

He saw himself excited as he peered into the blanket. He can feel his back dripping with juices, and his scent has become unbearable. He stood up and took a cold bath, but it made no difference. He started fapping his cock, irritated that he couldn't cum even after such a long time.

[Slam you... do you all night.]

That voice again. He quickly fapped himself and shot his entire load. As he stood there, flushed and lost in thought, the cold water washed his body.

When he looked into the basket, he noticed a shirt that did not belong to him. He reached out and sniffed it blankly.

Sandalwood with a green forest scent.