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inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 · 1 year

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2. The cruelest prince (Dark! Balekin Greenbriar x reader)

*I am sorry for the inappropriate use that this text can present in English, I have translated it on google.

TW: NON-CON/DUB-CON, mentions of murder, unhealthy tendencies. Remember that it is fiction, do not apply to real life.

You sputtered at your king's request. You were part of the visiting party for the kingdom of Elfhame that was apparently undergoing a crisis and nothing was more attractive than seeing the disaster among the fairies. Not that you complained too much, you knew all the rumors in the place and you also liked the crumbling of a government. After all, it was in your nature, you were a fairy.

“All ready?”

You nodded. Besides, you were a spy. Your plan was to blend into the crowd, sipping wine while flirting with some and following orders from others. Your gray clothes looked like silver sights, you had worn a suit that didn't give you away as a selkie because that way you avoided suspicion. However, you had a great fear of losing your second skin.

You felt a chill.

Luckily, there are always second plans.

You met with your group of allies, all of them dressed in clothes for the occasion to the point that it generated a little envy. They looked dazzling as princesses and that was the point: to pretend they were part of a minor noble's entourage.

“Roseiea, you first.”

The one named her fluttered and linked her arm close to Sir Genoui, the false noble. Both were the most experienced in court affairs and in secrecy, they were practically the teachers of the others. You were the last, the seductive but harmless glass lady. That is the impression you wanted and had to achieve.

When everyone finally entered, just as you expected, the party was reaching its peak. A group like yours was practically invisible with the media circus that was going on. Several dancing rounds, glasses filled to the brim with drinks and the classic amber scent that stunned even the strongest were the welcome they received. There was such a buzz that after a vague introduction, you started to join the crowd. You went to the west wing, presumably to fool around with some courtiers and to secure access to Tulip, practically the second woman in command with blue skin.

“Precious.”

You smiled at the compliment. There was your first step; a young man with long, brown hair and green eyes, you quickly made sure that he was a nobleman and not a simple villager.

It never hurt to be suspicious.

"What a party," you commented, moving your hips toward him, stunning him with the beauty of your body. “And I with no one to dance with”

The game of masks began without you noticing after a couple of songs, you had exchanged partners a couple of times as usual and you were beginning to fear not finding the space for Tulipán.

When a tall gentleman with black gloves asked you for accompaniment.

“Why not?” You quickly shut up, your tongue could endanger everything. That is the curse of fairies, telling truths without being able to avoid them.

Out of nowhere, you felt that stinging gaze again. Every time you approached someone, you could sense that someone was staring at the back of your head. Sure it was Sir Genoui, making sure you followed the plan.

—

It was almost three in the morning and luckily, you had reached the pass to Tulipán, who with her water magic managed to attract the so-called minor king. You sighed relieved, you only had to make time up to a couple of hours and sneak through the secret path and then with a dark float, get out of there.

You looked at the dance again, if you could do what you want, you would go to the dark slippery corridor and recover your skin to leave at once. Being a selkie had its drawbacks.

Bored, you decided to go down a checkered path. When you were a certain distance away, you frowned strangely, feeling again the strong pang of being watched. It made no sense, you had already fulfilled your part completely and according to the terms, you had the freedom to walk around the place when Tulip was carrying out his mission.

You walked fast, the wine you drank triggered your anxiety that someone would catch you without your skin. After about ten minutes, you breathed a sigh of relief and allowed yourself to admire some valuables, definitely royalty.

"So you are a curious little mouse."

You frowned angrily at the nickname. The effect of the mask prevented you from seeing his face and distinguishing his voice clearly.

“What are you doing here?”

"The real question is…what do you plan to do outside of the environment?" he approached you with commanding steps

You were not afraid. If the going came down to it, you had a dagger strapped to your right leg and a small knife in your bodice, you had trained assassins before and bigger beings than the intimidating guy in front of you.

"I don't understand your question, sir.”

And it was true, you had misplaced his question.

“Mister? You should call me by a title.” His arrogant tone of him seemed like he enjoyed your fear.

"With what title?" You chose your words wisely.

According to the information they had given you, the beings of great importance were King Cardan and his spies, added to some nobles with whom you previously greeted through your companions, who, added to this, some successfully cajoled the spies... If King Cardan was with Tulip... then who was he?

"I am often called the true King of Elfhame."

You couldn't let out a surprised sigh. The man could be none other than Balekin, the violent firstborn of the already dead Eldreld.

"W-what are you planning to do with me?"

You were paralyzed. The same rumors that made you proud to know all about the different bloodlines that kept ice cold.

Your team had no backup plan for Balekin, he wasn't supposed to be here for the world.

“So many things…” The door closed. “And with so little time...”

You tensed up even more, you were sure that there was no presence for at least two hundred meters, such was your desire to get away from the dance that it put you in danger.

Quickly he removed his mask. Prince Balekin manly and dangerously handsome face did nothing more than cause a slight tremor in your mundane legs.

You couldn't survive a fight with him.

"Please…" you begged without knowing why.

Perhaps to the wish that he would let you live.

"What is your wish, little mouse?"

His dark eyes seemed to absorb you into nothingness, he had a dangerous smile on his lips and you didn't have to be a fortune teller to know that his intentions weren't good.

“Set me free.”

He made a denial sound.

“Impossible. You belong to me now”

“How?”

"Your own little spy crew sold you, little mouse."

“What are you talking about?”

He let out a cold, lifeless laugh, causing your hair to stand on end.

"You think I don't know espionage? Did they think to take me for an idiot? They were able to fool my brother, but not me. When I found out what they orchestrated, they quickly begged me for forgiveness and benevolence.” He rolled his eyes. “As for you, let's just say you were the price for an act of mercy.”

“Me? Why me? I have no real power, no family. I don't have anything!”

Moving closer to your body, he placed a hand on your neck, but without any pressure on it.

“We'll see that.”

Before you could say anything else, he kissed you. His lips were rough, but not painful to taste, as much as you tried to avoid it a moan escaped your lips. If you hadn't been trained, you'd practically be trapped by now. However, you slid an arm up to your thigh, ready to attack.

You raised the weapon, ready to at least be able to free yourself from the grip.

It was useless, one movement was enough to leave you with a cut around your arm and destroy the dagger.

"I knew you'd be worth it."

The gleam in his eyes increased with your attack and you let out another moan as he out of nowhere placed a leg between your lower limbs. The friction between his suit and yours left few words.

Neither slow nor lazy, he began to kiss your neck. The heat invaded you with each attack, you felt the future marks that would form and the possessiveness in his grip. You tried to push him away, but that caused nothing more than getting closer and better access to your neck, finally he bit you and the shoulder. You were stunned to feel pleasure at it, you were not supposed to end that way. Balekin didn't stop, he caught you on his lips again and you practically gave in to him, but you didn't want to show that you enjoyed it. So, you tried to overpower yourself and deny him access to your mouth, causing only more struggle and finally, he charged at you. As the evil tongues whispered, he was the strongest of the princes and he showed it when he left you on the nearest table.

You felt like a soft doll.

You tried to kick him away from you again, but his lack of patience caused you to spread your legs. You felt deep fear, but his grip was hard as steel. He lifted the skirt of your dress like a beast, he practically ripped it off. And he buried his head in the place between your legs.

You let out a gasp of pleasure and surprise.

Balekin had a great experience in that sexual act that he left you with red cheeks. His tongue licked your clitoris and you could feel his sharp teeth that did nothing but stimulate the area, against your will, you moaned over and over again. Feigning indifference was useless, not when you had the most satisfying experience in your immortal life. You felt the slight tremor in your knees as a sign that you were about to climax, Balekin did not stop, skillfully took your breath away and devoured your liquids as if it were the most delicious drink known.

You were recovering from the event when he looked up, making eye contact. He was proud to have left you like this, after all you recognized the look of a hunter.

However, he did not finish his attack on your intimate part and he sank his head again, you moaned louder and you felt the air leave your lungs. Why was he so good at this? You felt the saliva leave your mouth due to the intense pleasure before his act of him with you of him, he followed with the paralyzing speed of him, when you felt his fingers enter. You hardly even noticed it, he had adapted you in such a way that you were completely engulfed before him. He started to speed him up and with the help of his fingers, you felt the second orgasm coming. Your legs trembled and you let out a deep moan. At this point, you had tears of pleasure in your eyes.

He took a while to admire you.

You had your skirt torn, the straps of your dress ruffled and useless to hide the knife that had long been thrown away, hickeys and bites on your neck, added to your red lips due to his possessive kisses. And he looked pleased at this.

He attacked your lips again and his agile hands undid you of the pieces of clothing that you had left, the nakedness of your chest allowed him to bite your collarbone and lick your chest, while his hands explored your legs. You could feel what was coming next, but coherent thinking had long since abandoned you.

"Are you all right, little mouse?" he teased you.

He quickly removed the costume part of him. Now you could admire his masculine chest, he pulled your hand to his abs.

"All yours" he continued scoffing.

He kissed you again and this time, followed by bites. You moaned again and almost without realizing it, he sank into the warmth of your private part.

"You're all mine...”

You held on to his shoulders because he was taller than you, and definitely beefier.

First his pace was fast, you couldn't blurt out anything coherent no matter how much you wanted to, he wasn't that far away either because you could hear his growls.

His left hand was holding tightly on your waist. The fingers on the right of him were responsible for stimulating your clitoris, making your pleasure increase more and more. Again, you could feel the orgasm coming, but the speed of it slowed down.

"Are you enjoying it, little mouse?" His face was still proud, albeit with slight beads of sweat that did nothing more than add to his attractiveness. “Tell me or I'll stop.”

A fairy never lied.

“Y-yes…”

He kept moving slowly.

“What do you say? I hardly hear you.”

“Yes!” You blurted out humiliated, the pleasure was too much to even deny.

Satisfied with your response, he gave your right shoulder a quick bite and began a hypnotizing sway, you heard the table squeak against the wall, but you didn't care.

Finally, you felt yourself come with a thunderous gasp, and with totally weak legs, Balekin kept pushing until he let out a grotesque grunt and stopped. He slipped out of you easily due to the liquid seeping between your legs. And he looked at you again.

"You're going to be a good wife."

You kept trying to breathe properly, trying to analyze his words.

“What do you say?”

He walked away a few steps to behind a painting, to your surprise, there was your seal skin.

“No…”

Your heart seemed to stop in your chest. When a selkie lost her skin at the hands of another, she was doomed to be their wife.

“Hey, don't direct your disappointment at me. Remember that it was your own allies who betrayed you, but don't worry...” and there was the danger that Balekin so much boasted about, “I avenged you. They asked for an act of mercy and I put an end to them that way.”

Before your face of horror, he approached trying to keep your skin in a kind of special pocket in his dance pants and kissed your forehead.

"I won't let anything bad happen to you, little mouse."

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