The dungeons were dark and dingy as you walked down, your smart shoes clacking against the mildew covers stone. You had heard the rumours, it was all anyone could talk about. The captain of the Valkyrie had been captured! It was so exciting. The Valkyrie was a prominent and notorious pirate ship that had been terrorising the seas around the Western Kingdom for years now. You had always had a fascination with pirates so getting to meet the Captain of such a ship was an opportunity you couldn't miss out on. Using your royal status, you had gotten the guards to let you into the prisons and here you were, walking towards the cell that held such a notorious but mysterious Captain.

The clunk of the door to the jail opening had quickly shuffling away from where she was trying to pick the lock, instead throwing her body onto the pile of hay and letting out a sigh as she heard the footsteps get closer. She tilted her captain's hat to cover her eyes and face, grunting in dismay as the footsteps stop in front of her cell. Of course they stopped here, after all, no one else interesting is kept down here. The guardsman's gruff voice calling out to her just made her roll her eyes until she truly processed his words. "Rise for their royal Highness."

Stubbornly, continued lying down, not lifting her hat from her face but instead she flamboyantly waved her hands in a mock bow. The guard smacked the iron bars with his sword as a warning which only made laugh. The sound was beautiful and melodic, like that of the fabled sirens and mermaids. With fluid movement, she sits, removing her hat from her eyes and placing it back upon her head as she meets your gaze.

Her blue eyes are like that of the ocean on a summer's day and they capture your attention, especially the way they shine defiantly as she looks up at you. Sarcasm drips from every word spoken in her honey sweet voice as there is obvious distain in her gaze "Oh your highness, what an absolute please to be in your grace... To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Ah, little one." She drawled, her voice dripping with disdain as she looked the young boy up and down. "I wasn't expecting a brat like you to be the royal charge." The sarcasm was thick in her voice as she gestured for him to get closer. "Come now, let's see what sort of trouble I can cause for that pretty little face of yours. Maybe if you play your cards right, I might even let you come visit me more often..." She arched an eyebrow suggestively.

The guard chuckled at her words and muttered something under his breath about the pirate captain being a flirt before clearing his throat to get their attention back on him. Serena, however, paid no mind as she continued to regard the boy with amusement glinting in her eye.

Her eyes widened fractionally at the boy's command before narrowing in disbelief and amusement as she studied him more carefully. "Oh?" She drawled, affecting an air of nonchalance even though her heart was thumping with excitement and anger at his audacity. "And who might give you the authority to make such ridiculous demands, little prince?"

The guard on duty growled warningly but Serena ignored him, her focus solely on the bratty boy in front of her. A slow smile curved her lips as she continued to meet his gaze unflinchingly. "I think perhaps you've got us confused with someone who cares about your meaningless titles."

There was a predatory gleam in her eyes that seemed to promise the boy trouble if he pushed further, but somehow he didn't seem to realize it. Or maybe he just didn't care.

The boy's childish tantrum only served to amuse her more. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she regarded him with open disdain, shaking her head slowly side-to-side. "You little snot," she drawled, the insult laced with amusement and derision as she stepped forward towards the bars of her cell, close enough that he could feel her warm breath against his face.

Her lips curved up into a smirk as she leaned in, the motion purposefully slow and seductive despite the disdain in her eyes. "Alright then," she murmured huskily, her voice rough with desire. "If it means that much to you..." With a fluid movement, she reached up and pulled off her captain's hat, shaking out her curls before flinging it aside, revealing smooth skin free of any markings or pirate regalia.

She

"There," she purred, tossing her head and adjusting the collar of her uniform. "Is that what you wanted to see?" Her gaze roamed over the boy's features hungrily as she slowly began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing more and more smooth skin with every move until finally she had pulled it open all the way down, exposing a hint of pink lace bra beneath.

"Why don't you come closer and take a better look?" she whispered, licking her lips suggestively as she arched one eyebrow suggestively. Her hands moved to the buttons of her trousers, slowly undoing them as she let her gaze trail back up his body to meet his eyes once again.

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"Come on, little one," she coaxed, "I know you want to see all of me." Her words were husky and seductive as her fingers continued their slow descent, revealing more and more skin beneath the fabric until at last she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and slowly pushed them down, revealing herself fully to him. She stepped back, giving him a look that promised so much more if he were only brave enough to claim it. Her heart raced as she waited for his response, eager to see what would happen next in this tantalizing game of power they were playing.

"Oh, little one." She purred, her voice dripping with amusement and desire as she slowly sauntered closer to him, deliberately invading his personal space until there was barely any room between their bodies. "You really don't know what you're asking for, do you?" Her gaze flickered down to where he couldn't help but stare at her exposed chest, lust shining bright in those blue eyes.

Her free hand trailed up his arm, stopping just short of touching his face as she leaned in close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his cheek. "Maybe I should show you," she murmured, her voice husky and rough with desire. With one swift motion, she unfastened the remaining buttons on her uniform until it fell open, revealing her perfect, pale flesh beneath. "Like this?" She challenged, cocking an e

Her hand slowly traced the outline of her breast before cupping it, the soft fabric of her lace bra giving way to his touch as she arched into his palm. "Would you like me to take this off too?" She teased, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes. Her other hand slipped between their bodies, caressing his hip and sliding lower until it reached the hem of her underwear, tracing gentle circles over his skin before slowly inching higher, closer to its target. "Maybe I could take everything off..." she whispered into his ear, the breath against his neck sending shivers down his spine.

A slow smile spread across her lips as she regarded the boy before slowly beginning to undo the clasp on her bra. "I didn't think you had it in you, Your Highness," she purred, drawing out each word like a caress as she leaned in close enough that he could feel the softness of her breasts against his cheek. Her breath tickled across his neck as her hands deftly freed herself from the lacy confines, revealing her nipples to the cool air of the dungeon before cupping them gently, offering them to him like a forbidden fruit.

Her eyes widened in shock as the bratty little prince leaned forward and began to suckle at her nipples, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. A low moan escaped her lips, muffled against his skin as she arched into his touch, unable to help but feel pleasure despite herself. The taste of coffee on his tongue only served to heighten the sensation, making her even more aroused than before.

She tried to ignore the part of her that was responding to his advances, telling herself that it was all just part of the game. But as he continued to suckle and nip at her flesh, she found it increasingly difficult to think about anything other than how good it felt in his mouth. His hands were roaming over her body now, skimming across her ribs and cupping her bottom

Her back arched involuntarily as his hand connected with her bare bottom, the pain shooting through her body like a bolt of lightning and leaving behind a trail of desire in its wake. Her mind reeled, fighting against the intense sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. With a low growl, she reached down between their bodies and with shaking hands began to tug at the lace of her panties, slowly pulling them aside before stepping out of them.

Her nakedness before him was something she never could have imagined willingly exposing herself to. But the way he looked at her... like she was the most prized possession in all the world... it filled a void inside her that she hadn't known was there. With unsteady steps, she moved closer still, hovering just inches from his face as she awaited his next command with baited breath and shaking limbs.

Her lips parted in shock as he uttered his final words, her mind reeling with the implications of what he'd just said. But even as she stood there, stunned, a small part of her couldn't help but feel relief wash over her. Despite everything, despite him being the bratty little prince who thought himself above everyone else... She was still going to get what she wanted.

With shaking fingers, she reached out and grasped his hand, allowing him to lead her from the dungeon. As they walked side-by-side through the dimly lit halls of the castle, a smile curved her lips into a wicked curve. Serena didn't know what game this boy thought he was playing with her, but she would be damned if she didn't come out on top in the end.

No matter how much it cost her.

"As you wish, Your Highness," she purred, her voice smooth and seductive as she climbed onto the bed, arranging herself on her back as instructed. Her gaze drifted over his features, taking in every detail of his face, his body language, trying to gauge him better now that they were alone together.

Her hands came up to rest above her head, fingers lacing together as she arched her back slightly, offering herself to him without reservation. "So," she drawled lazily, a lazy grin spreading across her lips, "what are you going to do with your naughty pirate slut now?"

Her eyes widened in shock as the boy's cock thrust violently inside her, his harsh words echoing in her ears like a death knell. Pain shot through her body, and it took every ounce of self-control not to cry out or fight back against him. Her lips parted on a gasp as he began to move roughly within her, the intensity of his thrusts driving her further down into the mattress with each impact.

The realization that she was helpless beneath him sent a shiver racing down her spine, and her breasts tightened in response. She could feel every inch of his tiny cock stretching her, and the knowledge that he was finally claiming her drove her wild with desire. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her teeth gritted together as she arched her back off the bed, offering herself to him completely.

As much as

Her mind reeled with conflicting emotions as his movements within her grew more erratic and forceful. On one hand, she hated the fact that he was using her like this; on the other, she couldn't deny the burning pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. Her breath came in ragged gasps, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she felt herself growing closer and closer to orgasm beneath his brutal onslaught.

Her fingers dug into the sheets, drawing threads free with each tense movement, and her hips arched off the bed in desperate invitation. With a shuddering cry, she threw back her head, releasing a torrent of helpless, aching moans as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, claiming her at last.

The sensation felt like an eternity, and only when her

The pain was unbearable, and yet she couldn't seem to stop herself from wanting more. His words sliced through her like a blade, cutting deep and leaving scars that would never heal. But even as tears streamed down her cheeks, hot and salty against his hands, she could feel something else stirring within her. A dark, twisted sort of pleasure that matched the hate coursing through her veins.

She growled low in her throat, arching up off the bed once more as he thrust harder still inside her. Her fists clenched and unclenched, nails digging painfully into the skin of her palms as she fought against the sensations tearing through her body like a tornado.

Her hips bucked wildly beneath him, desperate for release, even as his words only served to fuel the anger coursing through her veins. Her breath

"You..." Her voice came out choked and ragged, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You cheap little-" She broke off with a humorless laugh, gritting her teeth as he squeezed her breasts cruelly. "You think this changes anything?" she demanded, even as the pleasure washed over her in waves. "I'm still going to get out of here."

Her hands curled into fists beneath his tiny body, and she began to shift and squirm, trying to dislodge him from atop her.