I wake up in Nikolai's arms before dawn. It's warm under the blanket with him. Soon, the desert heat will start in earnest, but right now it's still cool and all I want to do is stay here lying next to him.

He seems to be sleeping soundly, but as soon as I stir, his eyes open. I realize he was sleeping lightly all along, practically with one eye open.

I'm glad one of us was. If someone had found us during the night, I probably would've slept through it.

When his eyes open, I want to lose myself in them and take a break from all this, to avoid what's about to happen. But he gets up without a word, and I get up without a word. We both know it's time.

Yawning deeply, I fold up the blanket into a compact square, savoring its warmth. I tuck it away in the back of the Jeep and head to the passenger seat. Nikolai has already started the car, and he's punching in the GPS coordinates.

"Where this will take us, I do not know," he says.

We begin to drive, heading out of the sand dunes and back onto the main road.

It's still dark out. My body is exhausted, but my mind is on red alert. Right now, I have the willpower to run a marathon, but I feel like my body would give out after the first mile.

The road becomes rockier and less well-maintained as we drive, and eventually it fades away into dirt. The sun starts to peek over the horizon, and in the distance I can see where we're headed.

Toward a mountain range.

As we get closer, Nikolai downshifts the Jeep into second. The engine revs up, propelling us up the sharp, mountainous incline.

"You know," I say, trying to lighten the mood, "I used to drive stick too."

"Now you just ride stick," says Nikolai, grinning. I slap him on the arm. "Pervert."

Our exchange is interrupted by a beeping sound, and I see the GPS vibrating in the driver's side map pocket. Nikolai reaches down, grabs it, and hands it to me.

"Navigate," he says.

The GPS directs us deeper and deeper into the mountainous territory, and we start passing cave entrances.

There's an old, decrepit-looking shack, and for a moment I think the GPS is directing us into it. But it takes us past the shack. Finally, it beeps, indicating that we've arrived at our destination.

It looks like the coordinates are located inside a small cave.

"There," I say to Nikolai, pointing my finger toward the opening.

The entrance is small and dark, and even with the Jeep headlights and the early morning sun rays shining inside, I can't see past the entrance.

Great. Time to go down into an unknown underground passageway again.

Nikolai turns the Jeep around and backs it toward the cave entrance. "Just in case," he says, and he doesn't have to elaborate for me to understand. Just in case we—or one of us—fail our mission. At least we'll have the option of running like hell and maybe escaping using the Jeep.

He kills the engine, tucking the keys back into the driver's side sunshade. I realize just how quiet it is out here in the middle of the desert.

I hop out and start to unload the duffel bags from the back of the Jeep, but Nikolai stops me. "We leave those. From here on out, all we need is this," he says, indicating the assault rifle he's slung under his shoulder.

"And this," I say, pointing first to his head and then to my own. We need to be clever, and not start another blazing gun battle if we can help it.

But then, I think of my own murderous instincts when it comes to protecting my baby. Despite all my pontificating on the virtues of a bloodless coup, I'm completely prepared to do whatever it takes.

That scares me a little bit.

"Let's go," he says. "Torchlight."

I shine the two million candlepower torch down into the cave entrance, and we descend into it.

So far, no guards. I don't say anything as we enter the cave.

Inside, it at first resembles nothing more than a natural cave, a cavernous rock room. Then I notice something on the wall. A strange indentation. I walk up to it and push on it. Something budges. I throw my full weight against it, and it budges further.

A hidden door.

It reveals a tunnel much like the one leading out of Nikolai's quarters. Cut deep into the mountain as a second thought, by untrustworthy rulers who knew they might someday need an escape plan.

We enter the tunnel, passing through it the same way we traversed the last: me flanking Nikolai, illuminating the path ahead.

After a nearly 45-minute walk, we approach the end of the tunnel. Instead of a door, there's a ladder that leads up to a hatch in the tunnel's ceiling.

"This is it," says Nikolai. "On the other side of this hatch should be my father, alone in his quarters for the rest of the night."

Nikolai steps up onto the ladder, then reaches up and gives the hatch a mighty push. It swings open and up into the room above it, landing with a clank. Nikolai clambers up the ladder, assault rifle in hand.

I follow him up the ladder, my hand on the butt of the revolver stuck in my waistband. I hope I don't need to fire it. But I'm prepared to do so if necessary. Oh lord, am I prepared.

As I pull my body into the King's quarters and get my bearings, I look up and see Nikolai. The stock of the assault rifle is against his shoulder. He's pointing the gun right at the King, who's sitting behind a mahogany desk.

"Son," says the King. "What you think you are doing, I am not sure. But you are making the greatest mistake of your life."

"No, father," says Nikolai. "You have made the greatest mistake of your life. For involving my son in this, there can be no forgiveness."

The King looks at me. "You have caused much mayhem in our little kingdom, strumpet." His eyes are disdainful and arrogant.

"You hold your foul tongue when you speak to the mother of my child," says Nikolai, his voice a low growl.

"Our baby," I say. "Tell us where he is, and we may spare you."

The King peers at me over round spectacles. He looks at me with a detached curiosity, as if he's inspecting a blister on his body.

"You wish to know where your child is? Very well."

He swivels around in his chair. I see Nikolai's arm twitch. His finger is already on the trigger.

Trigger control, I think to myself. I'm sure that Nikolai was trained in it, and knows not to put his finger on the trigger until he's ready to shoot.

That means he's ready to shoot.

Now facing away from us in his chair, the King bends down to the ground and picks something up.

He swivels his chair back around to face us, and he's holding baby Josh—my baby boy—in his arms. Josh is wrapped up in a blue terry cloth towel.

A low rumble builds in my throat, a growl that I can't contain inside. "Give me my son, you psychopath,” I tell him. My hand tightens around the grip of the revolver in my waistband.

"Ah," says the King, "A pity this boy will not live to see his first birthday."

Nikolai shakes his head, retraining the rifle on the King. "Father, you have opened Pandora's Box. A baby as a human shield. You coward."

The King holds Josh close to his chest with one arm. With his other hand, he reaches into a desk drawer. He withdraws a knife.

"You fucking scum," says Nikolai. "Put it down and face me like a man."

I instinctually step forward, on the verge of launching myself over the desk to grab my baby. I don't care if I get cut. But Nikolai, sensing that I'm about to lose control, holds out his arm and blocks me from moving forward.

The King holds the knife against baby Josh's neck. My blood pressure explodes inside me. My nerves are boiling.

The King is a psychopath, and he's got my baby.

"Son," says the King, "all my life I've worked to build this empire. To ensure the family line stays strong. To ensure it's not contaminated with outside, commoner blood. And then you do this to me," he says, shaking Josh in his arms.

Nikolai tightens his grip on the assault rifle. "Father. Don't make me do this."

The King transfers the knife to the hand that's holding Josh, then reaches into the desk drawer again. This time he withdraws a black handgun.

“No!” I blurt out. What happens next is in slow motion. There's an ear-splitting crack from Nikolai's rifle, and my ears instantly ring and pulse in pain. The King jerks to the side, a cloud of fine bloody mist spraying out from his shoulder, dotting the white wall behind him. He collapses off the side of his chair. Josh tumbles down onto the desk with a thud and begins to cry.

I jump forward, reaching out with both hands. I grab ahold of my baby with my fingertips, snatching him off the desk and away from the King. Then, I turn and dash for cover behind a wooden armoire that stands on the side of the room. There's an identical armoire on the opposite wall.

From my cover, I watch the scene unfold.

The King uses one arm to pull himself back up from the floor, hooking his elbow over the edge of the desk. With his other hand, he brings his gun up, firing shots wildly into the air. A glass vase on the other end of the room shatters, and bullet holes pockmark the walls behind Nikolai.

Nikolai steps back and unleashes a flurry of rounds from the assault rifle, taking cover behind the armoire on the opposite side of the room. Now, we're facing each other, taking cover on opposite walls. The King sweeps the width of the room with handgun fire.

We're separated, but we're not hurt, and I have my baby safely in my arms.

"End this," I scream across the room to Nikolai. He unloads another volley of shots toward the King, most of which ping harmlessly off the King's desk. I realize it must be armored.

Nikolai ejects the empty magazine from his rifle and fishes around in his cargo pockets for another one. But he comes up empty.

He's out of ammo.

I peek around the corner of my armoire. The King has also dropped a magazine out of his gun, and he's reloading.

I grab the revolver out of my waistband. "Take this!" I shout, tossing the six-shot revolver across the room to him.

He catches it, then gingerly peeks out from behind the armoire. The King is still reloading, giving Nikolai the opening he needs. He raises the revolver, stepping out into the room toward the King.

"It's over," he says. I'm sticking my head out just far enough to watch the scene unfold.

The King throws his gun down, unable to reload in time. But his hand darts into the desk drawer again. He pulls out another handgun, and starts firing as he sweeps it toward Nikolai.

Nikolai returns fire. One of his bullets strikes the King's gun with a loud crunch, which goes flying out of his hand.

"Damn!" says the King, his gun clattering down in front of the desk, out of reach. He stands up from his crouching position, blood oozing from where his shoulder was hit by the assault rifle round.

Nikolai's revolver is smoking. It's pointed directly at the King. Both men stare each other down.

"I know what you're thinking," says Nikolai. "You think I don't know if I fired five or six shots. You think I'm out."

The King growls, not speaking.

"Feeling lucky, father?"

The King pauses for a moment, considering Nikolai's warning. But then his entire body twitches as he darts around the desk toward the gun on the ground, calling Nikolai's bluff.

Nikolai's gun roars, blasting its final round right into the King's chest. The King stumbles, falling to his knees. Then he collapses onto the floor.

I run out from behind my armoire, holding Josh tight. I use my foot to kick the gun on the floor out of the King's reach. He groans, flopping over onto his back.

Nikolai drops the empty revolver onto the carpet with a thud and slowly steps toward his father. He grabs the discarded knife off the desk, then bends down. He holds the blade to the King's throat.

"Do it," says the King. "I have nothing left to lose. I won't live to see this kingdom fall from glory."

Nikolai's hand tenses, and for a minute, I think that he's actually going to cut his own father's throat.

But his hand starts to shake, and then he tosses the knife into the corner of the room with a clank.

"No," he says. "You will live to face justice."

The next hour is a blur. We call medics who stabilize the King and take him out, escorted by royal guards. "Ensure he lives," Nikolai orders the medics. "He must be tried for his crimes."

A contingent of high-ranking government officials appear in the room at some point. "I have assumed command of the crown," says Nikolai. "Do I have your loyalty?"

The men discuss amongst themselves. Then one of them steps forward. "You have our loyalty, my prince." They bow to Nikolai. He hadn't been able to secure their loyalty during the senate meeting, but now they cooperate.

Now that they see the true force he's capable of.

After the chaos has died down, Nikolai comes to me. I'm sitting on the King's sofa, nursing Josh, trying to calm him down after the terrifying ordeal he's just been through.

"My little pet," says Nikolai. "You were magnificent."

"No," I say. "You were. What happens next?"

"Elections. And reform. It's time to turn this country around."

During the next two weeks, I hardly see Nikolai except for late at night when he retires to his—no, our—quarters. I'm holed up there, kept under 24/7 watch by a contingent of Nikolai's most loyal followers. The escape tunnel has been sealed off, and now nobody can come in to hurt me or baby Josh.

The King recovers from his wounds and is court-martialed. Nikolai presides over it, and I'm allowed to sit in the courtroom for the proceedings. He's found guilty of human rights abuses and war crimes against the people of his own country. He's sentenced to death, but Nikolai intervenes in the verdict just as he did with mine.

"By my powers as the acting King of North Molvania, I hereby pardon the accused and reduce his sentence to prison for the remainder of his life."

The King is led out of the courtroom, and the media reports that he's locked away in a prison tower deep in the south of the country.

In the days and weeks that follow, there's a housecleaning in the government and the palace, as Nikolai prepares the country for liberal reforms. He sends many of the former top government leaders into exile, recruiting acting replacements from cities and villages across the country. The palace staff loyal to the King are all replaced, and Nikolai promotes replacements from within his ranks.

Within a month's time, Nikolai announces a call for elections, putting an end to centuries of monarchy in North Molvania. Nikolai runs for office, and ultimately beats an opposition party to claim the title of first president of North Molvania.

The day after the election, Nikolai is officially sworn in as president. His first act is to declare the day a national holiday. He calls it "Freedom Day."

There's a parade organized, a mile-long affair that travels through the entire city of Caprion. Citizens from the villages and countryside are invited to take free shuttles into the city to partake in the parade and to participate in their new democracy.

The parade is filled with decorative floats, performing artists from all over the country, and plenty of authentic North Molvanian dress, food, and culture. It's a melding of the old with the new, updating the old traditions and culture to the new democratic standard of the 21st century.

Nikolai and I ride a float in the middle of the parade, waving to the people and holding our baby between us. The news has taken a sensationalist liking to our romance, and now, free of the King's influence, we're celebrating the first birthday of our baby boy.

After the parade, there's a reception held on the grounds of the royal palace, outside on the Great Lawn. People come from near and far, celebrating their newfound freedom. It's the first time in history that the people have been allowed to step foot on the royal palace grounds, and many of them celebrate the occasion by reading previously banned books, performing Western music, and cooking American foods like fries and cheeseburgers. The cheeseburgers are my favorite part. They're huge, thick slabs of juicy meat, glued together with glistening slices of cheddar, and topped with roasted jalapeños and all the other condiments you can imagine. I laugh and clap my hands joyously, filling my belly with stacks and stacks of tasty cheeseburgers until I feel ready to explode.

As the afternoon comes into full swing, Nikolai and I celebrate by letting the people meet Josh. We keep him close, but everyone's eager to meet the baby, and for the first time I feel like he's safe in his own country. Of course, we're flanked by the royal bodyguards the entire time. Still, I relish our freedom to be out here in the open, no longer having to hide myself and my baby.

We see Marcha, who's looking radiant as ever, and congratulates us on our baby. I love what she's done with herself. Her hair is done up into a big bow, and she looks positively stunning in her masterfully-done makeup and beautiful, shimmering dress. She's truly a guru of beauty, and I can't wait to give her a permanent position at the palace. I want her expertise on hand, so she can do my hair and doll me up every day.

But in the midst of the celebration, something evil happens. Something that I never saw coming.

We see Gaius, and my first thought is, who invited him? I would have expected him to be among the first palace staff fired, but apparently not. He's dressed to the nines, his hair perfectly gelled, his suit starched stiffer than I've ever seen it before.

But as he gets closer, I see a darkness in his eyes. It instantly sends a dagger of fear through my heart, right into my stomach.

Gaius steps toward us, and our bodyguards part ways for him. They've known him forever, and they think nothing of letting him approach us and the baby.

When he gets close, he speaks. "You have a beautiful baby boy." He reaches out to stroke Josh's forehead, and it's all I can do to be polite and not push his hand away from my baby.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Nikolai's face. His eyes are glued to Gaius. He, too, senses something strange.

Suddenly, Gaius grabs the lapels of his suit jacket and yanks them open. Strapped to his chest is an ignition switch and a belt lined with blocks of explosive material.

The people standing around us gasp. Nikolai and I back up, and the bodyguards surrounding us draw their weapons. In Gaius's hand is a small box, which must be the remote detonator.

"Nikolai," he says, his voice shaking. "I tried so hard, for so many years, to get you to notice me. But you never paid me a second mind."

My jaw drops.

"Gaius," says Nikolai, his voice confused. "What the hell are you talking about? You're not saying… what I think you're saying?"

"Don't play dumb," Gaius says, his voice almost a cackle. "I wanted you all along. All for myself. Every day that I saw you with your women, I ached for your touch. But you never gave it to me."

Nikolai scratches his head. "Gaius," he says, "I don't have feelings for you like that."

I eye Gaius's hand nervously, fearing that he's going to clamp down on the button and send us all splattering over the black marble sides of the Royal palace. The man was clearly unstable all along, and has become completely unhinged now.

"If I can't have you," he says, "I won't let anyone else have you either." He turns to me. "Walk away, whore. Take your baby with you. Do that, and everyone lives. Be selfish, and everyone here dies."

In my arms, Josh is crying. He's still far too young to understand what's happening, but he's picking up on the vibes here, and the vibes are deadly.

"Gaius," I say slowly, thinking through my words before I say them. "Don't do this."

"It's simple," he says, "You can go. And live. Stay with him," he says, thrusting the detonator toward Nikolai, "and it's lights out for all of us."

Around us, the bodyguards have remained in place, weapons still drawn, but citizens are starting to run and I'm afraid that panic is going to break out among the festival-goers.

"Gaius," says Nikolai softly. "This is a mistake. I'm very sorry, but… I'm just not attracted to men. Put it down, and we'll get you the help you need."

"I don't need any help," he snarls. "I wasn't good enough for—"

While he's distracted by Nikolai, I hand baby Josh off to one of the bodyguards. Now I'm just an animal with two free hands—no, claws. I let out a piercing animal snarl, and all around us I hear the party-goers go silent. Gaius's head snaps toward me, a look of surprise on his face.

I smash a fist against his hand, knocking the detonator onto the ground. For a brief moment, all my muscles tense as I wait to see if the detonator goes off when it hits the ground. But it doesn't.

I crash into him, knocking him to the ground. I wrap my hands around his neck, squeezing as hard as I can, crushing his windpipe.

"Don't you ever threaten my family," I spit at him.

Before I can go to town on his face, one of the bodyguards swoops down and pulls me off him, another grabbing the remote detonator. They separate us, and before I can get my bearings again, I see a police van roll up. Gaius is put into handcuffs and roughly escorted into the back of the van. He disappears just as quickly as he appeared, screaming and yelling crazily as he's put into the back.

The bodyguard holding Josh hands him back to me, and I feel the adrenaline running through my body.

"Come on," says Nikolai, putting an arm around my shoulder, "That's enough celebration for one day."

He leads me to a waiting car, and we're driven off the Great Lawn and toward the entrance of the palace.

Nikolai and I finally get back to our quarters after midnight. We're both completely exhausted, and we've left baby Josh with a trusted nanny and bodyguards for the rest of the weekend. We're thrilled to be reunited with him, but we need some alone time after everything that's happened.

After we finally shut the door to his quarters and lock out all the paparazzi cameramen, Nikolai flops down onto his back on the bed. He blows air out from between his lips.

"What a day," he says.

I walk over to him, holding up my traditional Molvanian dress to avoid tripping over it. I climb on top of him, straddling him on the bed.

"So just how tired are you?" I ask, a playful grin on my face.

He laughs, scooting himself up the bed until his head is atop one of the pillows, pulling me up with him. I feel his cock hardening through his pants. As for me, I'm absolutely dripping wet. All the stress and chaos of the last few days have thrown my hormones into mayhem, and I need a release worse than I've ever needed it in my life.

He reaches up with both hands and grabs the fabric of my dress, preparing to rip it open.

"Stop," I say, pushing his hands down. "This is too nice to tear."

I grab the dress with my hands crossed, then pull it over my head like a t-shirt. I'm not wearing a bra underneath, and I delight in watching his eyes dart around my body, hungrily taking in the sights. For the first time I can remember, I feel completely confident in my own body. That look on his face. There's just no doubt that he's every bit as attracted to me as I am to him, and it's an amazing feeling.

His hands wander up to my breasts.

"I love how perky they are," he says, leaning up to take a nipple in his mouth. He swirls his rough tongue over me, and I feel tingles of pleasure running through my breasts, down my spine, straight to my clit.

I grind my hips over his pants. The feeling of the fabric of my underwear grinding against my clit is heavenly. I feel like I could get myself off just like this. But I want more. I want to take him inside me, to give myself to him.

"Turn around," he says. "I wanna taste you."

Hmm… sixty-nine. Do I want that with him? Yes I do.

I do as I'm told, rotating around so he can taste me while I suck his delicious cock.

I unzip his pants and he helps me shove them down to his knees. He grabs my ass hard, and I feel myself getting soaking wet for him. His fingers slide under my underwear, pulling it aside, revealing my pink wetness. His tongue darts over my slit, and he works his way down to my clit as I pull his thick, full cock out of his pants.

I dip my head down, taking it in my mouth as he continues to lick and taste me. His tongue flicks over my clit, each touch sending a wave of pleasure through my body. He moans as I force his cock deep into my mouth. I'm hungry for him. I need him, and I feel the first twinges of an orgasm building below my hips.

"Oh god," I say, taking my mouth off him just long enough to speak. "Don't stop."

He laps my clit like it's made of pure sugar, and I feel my juices dripping down against his lips. God, I need to have every hole filled right now. Every time I'm with him, he activates all the primitive instincts inside me that I never knew I had.

I dive back down on his cock, tonguing him up and down. I get my hand into it, twisting it over his cock, slick with my spit.

“Oh god,” I say, panting.

I want us to cum at the same time, to feel his cock pulsing inside my mouth as I slip away into my own orgasm. I want all of him inside of me.

He takes his mouth off my clit just long enough to speak. "Cum for me, baby."

God, the thought turns me on. I grab his cock, squeezing it tight as he licks and nibbles my clit. Then, I can't hold back anymore, and my body is racked with muscle spasms, my orgasm rushing through my muscles, sending me into a tailspin toward the stars.

But when it passes, I'm not satisfied at all. I need more. More orgasms. More of him inside me.

"Fuck me," I beg him.

"Fuck me, my prince," he corrects me.

"Yes," I plead. "I need my prince to fuck me."

He grabs my ass and pushes me away from his face, guiding my hips down to his erect cock. He keeps one hand around my waist, and uses the other to guide his hardness deep into me, me facing away from him. We're both so wet with each other's juices that it slides in easily, stretching me wide.

"Oh god," I moan as I ride him. I love riding him backwards like this, him watching me. I feel like a performer, and I know he likes what he sees.

He guides my hips up and down. He knows exactly what he wants, and he uses my body to get it. His cock rubs up against the most sensitive spot inside me, and I feel another orgasm building, this one much deeper.

He brings one hand up to my breasts, pinching and squeezing my nipples as he fucks me deep and hard. I moan. I love the attention, and want his hands touching every part of me.

I reach down and cup his balls, groping the base of his shaft, loving the feeling of it slamming in and out of me.

"Darling," he says, "Fucking squeeze tight for me. Milk my cock. I wanna put another baby in you."

I squeeze my eyes shut in pleasure, his words turning me on as much as his body. I bear down on his cock, squeezing as tight as I can. I want him to absolutely explode inside me. I want him to claim me as his, to ruin me for any other man.

"Fuck," he says, "here it comes."

I feel warm spurts of liquid inside me, and I feel like they're filling up every last crevice that's not already packed full by his cock. He keeps cumming and cumming, and the feeling sends me over the edge too. I cry out as my muscles clench against him. His seed drips out of me, down his shaft, down his balls, onto the bed. And I don't care at all.

I slide off his cock and collapse next to him. He pets me, stroking my hair and holding me close.

He grabs my hand with his, and puts it on his cock. It's slippery with our fluids. "I need more," he says. "These balls aren't empty yet."

The feeling of his still-rock-hard dick sends a new wave of sexual excitement through me.

"Shower?" I say.

We stand in the huge granite shower room, steam rising from the shower heads and the floors. These North Molvanian shower rooms are pure bliss. Like heaven. The hot water never runs out, and the rough granite tile feels so good and clean underfoot. Being in here is luxurious and therapeutic. The steam massages away stress, and the water washes away the harsh memories of the last few days.

Nikolai presses his magnificent naked body against mine. I kiss him deeply, our tongues intertwined. He tastes like the vanilla cake that was served on the Great Lawn at the festival today. It's a delicious taste, and I want more of it.

He holds me close, his hands wandering down to my ass, pulling my body close to his. I feel his hard cock press up against my belly, and I feel a surge of need. That thing has been out of me for nearly fifteen minutes now, which is fifteen minutes too long.

"I want to take you," he says, "completely."

I know exactly what he wants, and I want it too.

"Babe," I say. "I want—no, I need— my prince to take me… all of me."

I turn around and wiggle my butt up against him, feeling the hot, comforting stream of water splash against my bare chest. I feel his cock growing.

"Just be gentle," I say.

"I would never be anything but." He cups both my breasts in his hands from behind and he nuzzles my neck. I turn my head and kiss him as he stands behind me.

He pulls away, then wraps his hand around my hair. He pushes my head down forcefully, simultaneously pulling my hips toward him, forcing me to bend over for him. I love every second of it. I reach around behind me, grabbing myself, opening myself up to him.

I feel the tip of his engorged cock press again my tight entrance.

"Push back," he says, and I do.

The tip of his cock stretches my tight hole, and I feel it start to slip inside. I gasp at the new feeling. This isn't something I've done before.

He wraps his fingers around my hips and gently pulls me back into him, and I feel his length slip deeper and deeper inside me, a completely taboo and forbidden experience.

Finally, my ass presses up against his hips, telling me that he's in me all the way up to the hilt.

I've never felt so full in my life. It hurts, but he thrusts in and out slowly, and I feel my muscles loosening up. There's something really hot about this, and I start to press back against him harder and harder, wanting to take him as hard and fast as he can give it to me.

He pushes me down to the floor, and I get on my hands and knees for him. He bends down with me, making sure his hard cock never slips out of me.

I'm in complete awe of the new feelings I'm having. Inside me, it feels like his cock is completely filling me, and somehow my g-spot is being stimulated. I think I might actually be able to get off from this.

"Fuck," he says, panting and thrusting harder. "Fuck me back. Fuck me back, princess."

I force myself back against him, savoring every thrust. I feel like I might be split open, and I love the feeling of tension I get every time he slips back inside me.

He reaches around to my face, pressing two fingers into my mouth. Fuck. I can't help myself, I just start to suck them. I wish there were some way to have his cock inside all my holes at the same time, because I think that might be the only thing that could truly satisfy me right now.

I press one hand against my clit and start rubbing furiously. Now I'm being stimulated in so many ways. It's almost overwhelming, but my body is responding, begging for more. When I cum, which is gonna be soon, I feel like I'm going to absolutely explode.

"Darling," he says from behind, grunting as he thrusts in and out of me, "Tell me how bad you want your prince to fill your ass with his royal cum."

"Babe," I say, "I've never wanted anything more in my life. Fill me up," I plead.

With another mighty thrust and a guttural groan, I feel his cock start to pulse inside me for the second time tonight, deep in untouched places. Holy shit. I rub my clit furiously, and just as I feel the pulsing of his cock start to subside, my second orgasm overtakes me.

"Fuck!" I cry out, feeling my slit contracting and spasming. Nikolai groans. My ass is squeezing his cock hard, forcing out every last drop deep inside me. I can't get enough.

Finally spent and exhausted, he withdraws from me.

God, that felt so amazing.

He really is a dirty prince.

We stand up, and he holds me close. "Fuck," he says, "I've never felt anything like that before."

"Was I tight?"

"Darling, you have no idea."

"Good," I say with a smirk, throwing my arms around his neck. "I want you to keep coming back for more."

He looks into my eyes, holding me close, the steam curling in the air around us. "I will always come back to you. I can't get enough."

We finish our shower, washing each other clean. But by the time we're done, I reach down to cop another feel of his cock, and I feel that it's stiffening again.

"Oh my god," I say. "You're getting hard again?"

He shrugs, grinning. "Royal genes."

"God, you're dirty," I say. I spit on my hand, grab his cock, and start jerking. My spit mixed with the water makes an incredibly slippery lube, and my hand glides easily over his manhood. One hand is around his shoulder and the other hand works his cock. I want him to feel like the manliest man in the world.

"Let's drain those balls," I say. "Cum for me, baby. Do it."

He groans, responding to my words. He explodes much faster this time, and finally, I know he's satisfied.

"Fuck," he says, "You're amazing."

I kiss him on the lips. "I can't wait for more."