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I was not born of royal blood.
I was no princess, no noble's daughter. I was a stray girl the king took in when I was barely old enough to understand what "duty" meant. They told me I was chosen, blessed, saved. They dressed me in silks, fed me from golden plates, and whispered one truth into my ears again and again:
You are to be their bride.
Three princes. Cousins. Each one carrying the weight of the crown, each one bound to me. Whoever I chose, whoever I opened myself to, would rise as king. For years, that fate hung over me like a chain and a crown all at once.
And now here I was—on my back in the royal bedchamber, moaning against silk sheets, my body straddling Prince Roku as if I had been made for him alone.
His hands gripped me like he had waited his whole life for this moment. Large, rough palms sliding down to cup my ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise. The shock of it made me arch, my fingers digging into my own hair as I threw my head back, gasping out a moan that filled the chamber.
"Roku…" My voice trembled, half plea, half hunger.
He only grinned beneath me, his sharp jaw tilted up as he rocked his hips into mine with steady, claiming thrusts. Each movement sent a hot shiver through my body, made me grind harder against him, chasing the heat building in my core.
I wasn't supposed to feel this way. I wasn't supposed to crave him, to let myself unravel beneath his touch. But the truth was cruel—I had been raised to be theirs, all of theirs. And in that moment, with Roku's grip bruising my flesh and his rhythm driving me wild, I felt myself giving in.
His fingers dug deeper into my curves, dragging me down harder against him, making my breasts bounce with each hungry grind. I moaned louder, hair falling wild around my face, eyes locking on his—those storm-dark eyes filled not with duty, but with raw, male lust.
The princes thought they would conquer me. But as my body trembled above his, I began to realize… every thrust, every moan, every sinful touch might be something else entirely.
The start of my conquest.
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Roku's hands tightened on my hips as I rode him, his breath hot against my collarbone, his teeth grazing as though he wanted to mark me. Every thrust of his hips met the grind of mine, making my body tremble with sinful delight.
Then—
Ding!
A whisper shimmered across my mind.
> [Royal Lust System Activated.]
Quest: Lead his hands to your breasts.
Reward: +2 Charisma, +1 Seduction. Buff: [Moaning Grace] – Your cries will weaken his resolve.]
My lips curved into a sly smile. The system had only just revealed itself, and already it was telling me how to turn his lust into power.
I slid my hands down, covering his wrists, and tugged them higher. "Here," I breathed, guiding his palms upward until they cupped the fullness of my breasts.
Roku groaned low in his throat, his fingers instantly curling around the heavy swell, thumbs brushing over my stiffening peaks. The jolt made me cry out, my back arching as my hair spilled behind me.
"Gods…" His voice was hoarse, reverent and hungry. He kneaded harder, rolling my breasts in his hands like he wanted to consume every inch.
The system purred inside me, each squeeze sending not just pleasure, but power flooding my veins.
> [Condition Complete.]
Reward Granted. Buff Active: [Moaning Grace].
And when the next moan left my lips, it wasn't just a sound. It was a spell. Roku's eyes darkened, his hips faltered, his control slipping as he clung tighter, lost to me.
I gasped and rocked harder, pressing myself into his hands, reveling in the way he obeyed every silent command of my body.
"More," I whispered, tangling my fingers in his hair, tugging his head back so he was forced to meet my eyes. "Don't stop touching me."
His answer was a desperate groan, mouth latching to my throat as he squeezed and rolled my breasts, pinching my nipples between calloused fingers until I whimpered.
The heat coiled in my belly, sharp and urgent. I could feel him deep, feel my body betraying me, soaking him, dragging us both closer to that dangerous peak.
And then—
> [Quest Complete.]
[Royal Lust System Notice: You may stop now. Reward Unlocked: +3 Willpower. New Buff: [Queen's Composure] – You may end encounters without penalty.]
The voice was clear, commanding, final. It cut through the haze of lust like a blade. I was panting, trembling, yet suddenly, I wasn't enslaved by the desire anymore. I could choose.
I slowed my hips. Roku blinked up at me, confused, his grip still firm on my breasts.
"Wait—why…?" His voice cracked with hunger, his chest heaving.
I leaned down, brushing my lips against his ear. "Because I wanted to," I whispered, letting the words drip with sultry power. I kissed his cheek, then pulled back, slipping from his lap with a slow, deliberate roll of my hips.
He reached for me, but I caught his wrist, pressing it back against the sheets. "Not tonight, Roku."
His jaw clenched. Desire still burned in his eyes, but something else flickered there—frustration, even a spark of respect.
I stood, adjusting the silk straps of my thin gown back over my shoulders. My body still thrummed with heat, with the aftershocks of what we'd done, but the system's gift was clear: I held the leash now, not him.
He raked a hand through his hair, sitting up on the bed, shirtless and still hard, glaring at me like a man denied both victory and release. "You drive me insane," he muttered.
I smirked, running a hand through my own tangled hair. "Good. Perhaps insanity will make you fight harder for me."
"Is that what you want?" His voice was low, dangerous, as though he wasn't sure if he should worship me or curse me.
I turned toward the door, glancing over my shoulder just long enough to let him see the wicked curve of my smile. "What I want…" I said softly, "isn't something you'll understand yet."
The torches along the hall flickered as I walked back to my chambers, my body still slick with desire, my skin tingling with phantom touches.
And deep inside me, the system whispered again:
> [Royal Lust System Reminder: Your path to the throne begins with lust. Feed, grow stronger, and soon… they will kneel.]
My fingers brushed my lips as I pushed into my chamber, the taste of Roku still on my tongue. Raised to be a bride… but with every sinful act, I could feel it more clearly.
I was becoming something else.
Something greater.
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