The infamous cousin who helped my princess find me, turned her against me, made her want to leave me again. He told her that I was seeing someone else and that I wasn't being faithful. Princess believed her, she believed that I could not be trusted, with the "looks" I possess, I could have anyone I want to have she thought. But truth be told, I'm merely average, with not much to offer, but she thought different and sided with the one enemy of our togetherness. She wanted to walk away. I could not let her, I loved her, I love her, I begged her to stay and love me back. She came around. We tried again and fought for us. We wanted us to work, at least I wanted us to work. I didn't want to let her go. She showed me love that I don't think I have experienced before, sparing nothing at all. Proving to me with every sun rising and every moon that she loved me. She booked the finest of places for us to spend the night and get intimate. I'm head over heels, I'm in love, I'm smitten. I wanna make her happy, regardless of the cost, I agreed. Through the fights and disagreements, I want to be with her. We will get better with time, I convinced myself and went. We got intimate. I gave my body to her to govern and do what she desired with it, not because I was being naive but because I trusted her and I am in love with her. I allowed myself to be an object of pleasure and I had no regrets, because I made her happy and I made her cum
and smile though I was in pain and uncomfortable, it did not matter, my princess was enjoying herself. Making her happy was the objective, what I felt did not matter, her joy and pleasure was all that mattered to me.
I made her food after that tiring exercise of her clitoris developing a heartbeat and then generating a fluid of pleasure, surely she must have been tired from that. From the pleasure she experienced while my gut and my feelings had to take a back seat from. She has to eat and get more energy, I told myself while preparing her a meal and trying to work an oven too modern for me to understand but I had to figure it out, so she could eat and be comfortable of course.
She ate and dozed off...
As a self-appointed wife, I fixed the bed for her, so she could rest. That's what you do for those you love. She went in and slept. I couldn't sleep. I felt hot. Being burnt by the fact that I let myself do what I didn't want to do because I wanted to make a lover happy, I thought I just felt hot but it was my soul punishing my body for not protecting it from bonding to a soul that was there for a short period of time. I had created a bond that was too strong to set free from.
