What happened to me?

Love comes in different shapes and sizes.

Mine comes in 10 inches of thickness.

Covering my mouth, Aaron pounds into me while tears of ecstacy flowed down my temples. He had agreed to fuck me, only if I stayed quiet and said nothing about today to any of my cousins. He strictly tells me where I belong and how I was different from his family.

I agreed on the condition too, and here we were at 2am with morning breaths and fucking each other.

"Mhph!" I exclaim, close to orgasming.

"Me too." He quietly whispers. As I clenched around him, his thrusts turned sloppy and the scent of our sex was flowing out from the comforter above him.

"Ah~ Ah, fuck." He groans softly, shooting his seeds into me.

That was great.

Especially with my mouth shut all throughout while he could moan and groan all he wanted in my ear.

"Asshole." Grumpily, I turn around and pull the comforter over my chest and try to catch some sleep. I intend to ignore him the entire day tomorrow, but as soon as his arms curl up around my waist, a few too many butterfly kisses over my shoulder, I melt into him.

"Yup, I'm an asshole for you. But you know you're going to scream my name for minutes and I don't want your poor royal guards to jerk off to your moans." His words makes my personal color-changing butterflies flutter maniacally in my stomach.

"I don't care." I say to tease him.

"I care, baby doll. You're my slut now. I'm not sharing you to anyone. Let it be even the visuals, nuh uh." Saying, he nudges his nose into my nape and sniffs the hell out of me like a dog. I'm used to his craziness now, but the next moment, he was grinding his boner on me again.

"Aaron... I'm tired." I let him know.

"I know. Sorry, I'll let you rest." Saying, he goes into the bathroom to clean himself up, and also get rid of the boner.

Somehow, I felt guilty for everything I was doing to him today.

I've never felt so miserable in my life.

After he comes back, he hugs me to sleep as I decided to sleep with his cum drenching my walls and inner thighs.

The morning I wake up to find my thighs all cleaned up. I should thank him, because I don't want any infections growing in me.

As I look around, I find another simple note written in his handwriting. Beside the bottle of smoothie, I see his handwritten note with my spectacles.

"This is for you, love. I see that your Satan week is starting. If you want my schlong, you gotta wait ;)"

Indeed, I could feel slight warmth and ache around my stomach.

In the afternoon, I felt the Satan take over my body and make me bleed through my vag.

Today's terrible.

So terrible that I yelled at two guards already. I swear I made them cry too, they were only looking out for me.

Aaron who was sat in the room the whole time for his office work looks out and sees me battling against the third victim of mine for today.

I was arguing with Gerrard's uncle.

No wonder I hate him. He wants me to lose fat because I'm a fucking princess?

He said to me, as subtle as he could sound to a princess, "Princess Ravine... I personally would like to be ruled by a fit and beautiful looking Queen. I would not be looking at over-painted portraits too. I shall pity the oil-paint that my fellow artists shall use for royal paints, besides, Your Highness isn't paying us succulently for our job either." He said.

Huh! As if he was even worth the pay my father gives him. He sits in a corner and orders his subordinates to finish his assigned paintings. He even goes as far to bullying them because he handles their pay too.

And today, he tried to piss me off when I was in a really disturbed mood.

"Hey, hey, hey! What happened here?" As my voice which raised in pitches and magnitude spilled inside the room, Aaron came rushing out and stood by my side.

I tell him everything as he with an unsure tone says, "Okay... let's have the King check with his subordinates then. Let's take him there."

I agreed right away.

I ask the guards to bring him there, to evaluate.

I see father on his throne, discussing something with the state council appointed by the country.

"Father! This man is a fraud! How is he even here-"

"Ravine, I'm in the middle of a discussion. I will handle this later. Go on, Mr. Bush."

"Father, you don't understand! He's been sucking the life out of the ordinary-"

"RAVINE!" I flinch when I hear my father shout my name.

Never.

Never in my 25 years of life did I deserve to be screamed at by him.

I regarded him highly, because he was the only one who truly loved me. Even my mother hated me for my chubby growth, but he accepted that flaw of mine too.

But today... he's proven his place in my heart.

I couldn't do this anymore.

I stood there, shocked beyond belief to listen to him further, "I said I am busy. I will handle this... later."

Saying, he sits back down as he presses his creases on his royal attire down. The court was as silent as it can ever be.

Aaron whispers something to the guards as they take away the old man.

"Ravine... come here." Aaron pulls me out to talk.

But I was stuck in that moment.

It was as if I was struck with a giant beam of lightning which froze me, halted me of action.

"Hey... don't cry." I couldn't even feel the tears leave my eyes.

Before I could comprehend what was ever happening around me, I began to sprint with all I had.

I even surpass the speed of Aaron, he has long legs and he could run a mile in a minute. (metaphorically)

Without my knowledge, I was running with my memory.