Bab 4: Chapter 4 Make Love to me

Even Devile was surprised at how bold she was all of a sudden. He didn't expect that she was going to act that fast. Could it be that she was motivated by his words?

"So what now? Would you like me to pleasure myself in front of you as well? Or no... Maybe you would tell me to rip my heart off and present it to you." The pitch of her voice was increasing and Devile could tell that she was upset. He had never in his life seen a woman act like her before -- maybe he was wrong after all. She was definitely bold; she only needed a little push to activate it.

Seeing that she was unnecessarily harsh to him, she let out a long sigh, slapping her palm on her forehead and then turning back to face him wearing an apologetic look.

"Look I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me and as a matter of fact, I didn't know what I was saying. Please forgive me." Mira had now become too bold that she even forgot that she was naked. She looked at Devile who didn't seem to be angry at her reaction. But he was not even concentrated on what she was saying, he was concentrated on her. Her nude body -- her perky breasts and pointed nipples, her curvaceous body and flat belly and that clean shaved cunt area. She was already beautiful and he wasn't in denial of it but her body was a discovery. He was so tempted to stand up and walk up to her and touch her but swallowed hard instead while trying to sip from his wine in order to distract himself.

Mira walked up towards the bed and climbed on it without an invitation. She knew that even she was attracted to this man -- he was handsome and attractive and what not, so why should she act childish and resist him? She knew for a fact that she wasn't going to stay in that room forever and sooner or later, her reality was going to catch up with her -- that she would still face her parents and Alvarez. She was tired of being that little girl that people tossed around and played with however they pleased. She was tired of being that weak princess that always had to follow protocols and do whatever they asked of her. She was a grown ass woman and now was the time to take drastic decisions on her own. Decisions that would lead to great consequences, and consequences that she would gladly accept with her heart.

She pressed herself close to him, her breasts touching his chest while he sat there still surprised and oblivious of what was happening. The feel of her breast against his chest felt pleasing and it sent waves of delectable thrill down his body.

"You said you wanted to make me wet. Please I urge you to do more than that. I know that you don't know me so I am going to give you a brief explanation of who I am. My name is Zamira and I am the princess of Havilla kingdom. My mother wants to sell me off to the King of Divaria kingdom, King Alvarez in order to save the kingdom. I don't know if you know him but he is one of the worst people to ever exist. Marrying me would only make me his 16th wife and that is not the kind of life I want to have. My virginity is the price that I have to pay to save my kingdom. This is what Alvarez wants. He has managed to turn all odds against my kingdom and he is requesting that I get married to him in order for us to secure the throne. If I leave this place like this, Alvarez will get to me and it will be a disaster for me and I have sworn that I will never allow myself to be deflowered by him." Her hand trailed his chest down to his torso before resting on his dick.

Devile had to take everything that was in him not to muffle out a moan or a gasp but he couldn't stop his dick from reacting to her touch. Mira felt his dick pulsate in her hands and took it as a sign that his body was in acceptance of her.

"Make Love to me." She said to him in a pleading tone. "At this point you are the only one that can make this happen. Take my virginity and all these ends. Do with me whatever you want."

"Princess, you have no idea what you are implying." That was Devile's response to her but she knew what she was talking about.

"I know exactly what I am saying. Just do this for me and I promise to pay you back with anything that you want. Please."

Without hesitation, he swerved her to the side and straddled her. The princess that was just bold a few seconds ago had now melted with fear.

"I can see the fear in your eyes. Don't try to fight it." He said to her but she protested.

"No. Don't be moved by the way I'm acting. You took me by surprise and that is why I am this way."

Devile tried to get up from her but she held him tightly, wrapping her hands round his back and urging him to take her virginity away.

"Please. Do it. Don't worry about me regretting it. I won't regret it and you won't have to see my face again. Once Alvarez finds out that I am no longer a virgin, he will no longer have interest in me."

"Are you sure that you are ready for this?" He asked in a low deep tone.

"Yes."

"Then close your eyes." He said to her and she obeyed. "I want you to listen carefully to the things that I am going to say to you because I am not what you think I am and everyone that comes around me doesn't end well. I am Devile, the prince of the dark and the second son of Satan. I am the light that appears in the day time and the sin that looms in the night. You, Princess Zamira, have no idea who you are with right now and I suggest that wherever you see me, you should run far away."

Mira felt an awkward type of way while spoke. His voice though compelling and normal, exuded this abnormal aura, an aura of darkness and as she opened her eyes, she could swear that she saw his gray eyes turn black but she wasn't so sure. Devile eventually came down from her body and left the bed completely.

"I suggest you sleep now and face your ounce of Earth tomorrow. A lot awaits you and you have no choice but to confront it. Good night, Princess Zamira." He took his glass of wine and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Mira felt ashamed and defeated immediately he left the room. The man she wanted to give herself to rejected her and now she was left to carry the humiliation that she brought upon herself.

How did she end up in this mess? That was what she could ask herself and now she was able to recall how it started for her and how she got there.