Good Girl

Written by Liv Maclaren

It was a warm spring day in The Fantasy Realm but Luxe’s heart was cold and bitter. As usual, when her mood took over her thoughts she took to riding to escape her reality. She saddled her Black Unicorn, Erinna, a gift that had been presented to her by her father when she was just a little girl. Luxe mounted the beautiful creature and took off at a fast gallop across the pasture and into the forest. As they entered, she slowed Erinna to a walk and took the entrance to the right that most thought ran into a dead end. Luxe and her father had cast a spell in the woods long ago, creating a façade of trees that disappeared at the sound of their voices and a chant that the two of them had kept as a secret to be shared only amongst themselves:

Forest of life we enter thee,

King and Princess together and free.

Forest of life please let us enter,

We seek your beauty and calmness.

So mote it be.

The trees dissolved into thin air and opened to a path that wove around crystal clear springs and beautiful old trees that were covered in cherry blossoms and lit by the glow of a thousand firefairies. Luxe and Erinna knew this trail by heart as they had traveled it with her father countless times over the years. The King and his beloved Princess would ride together often, sharing conversations of the future and told jokes that only the two of them would find entertaining. He would tease her endlessly and she would roll her eyes, always taking his presence and sense of humor for granted. It never occurred to Luxe that he would leave her. She was deep in thought in her memories of her beloved father when Erinna jolted sideways, spooked by a sudden stir in the bushes. The unicorn’s eyes widened, and she reared in dominance. Even though Luxe was an expert rider, she had been so buried in her grief over The Late and Great King that she was unable to maintain her balance and was thrown for the creature whose height reached exactly thirty-three hands. She tumbled over the back side of her otherwise gentle giant and fell to the ground, slamming her head hard against the forest floor.

When Luxe woke, she was confused and surrounded by darkness. Her eyes were blindfolded, her hands and ankles tied securely to the posts of an oversized King bed. She did not need to see to know where she was. She could feel the luxurious sheets against her skin and hear the crackle of a fireplace nearby. His scent took over her senses and his aura drowned her thoughts as if she were drunk from a fine, red wine. She was clothed in a silk gown that was only long enough to cover her in the event she was standing. She was not, and so all that she had to offer Her King was on display, as was his wish.

 “Atlas! Please, please forgive me. Please! I beg of you.” She could hear him walking slowly towards her, his stride as long as his legs and his gate precise as always. As he approached her, he ran his hand gently up her inner thigh, stopping just shy of the tender spot that she longed for him to touch. He finally spoke.

“Those things you said to me yesterday, did you mean them?” His hand traveled around to the outer edge of her thigh and along her hip. She quivered at his touch and let out a soft moan.

“My King, please, forgive me. I was angry and I lost my temper. I did not mean what I said, My King! You are my only love, you know this. Please, Atlas, please forgive me. I will not misbehave again. Please, please let me show you.” They had fought the day before and she had cursed him for not doing as she wished. She was always getting herself into trouble over her rebellious nature, something Atlas never tolerated when he was her target. Otherwise, The King let The Princess get away with murder and she always took advantage of her power, pushing boundaries when and where she could.

His hand continued to travel her body, touching her where he pleased. He circled his finger around her left nipple and then the right. She could feel them harden as he teased her with pleasure. His hand moved quickly down her torso until he reached her and penetrated her with one finger. She gasped at his touch and ached for more. He removed his hand but only for a brief second before entering her again, this time deeper and with more force.

“Luxe, my darling. When will you learn?” She tried to speak but he silenced her quickly by covering her mouth with one hand and grabbing her neck with the other.

“Shhhhh, Princess. You will speak when I allow you to speak. Until then you will remain quiet, and you will behave. Do you understand, my love?” She nodded in silence. He slipped a finger inside of her again. His touch sent an electrical current of energy up and down her body, a feeling that she was very familiar with. It was the same one that she had felt when they had first met, the day after The Night the Moon Fell from the Sky.

“Does that feel good, my sweet angel? Do you like it when I touch you?” She nodded again as a moan escaped in response.

“Quiet!” he bellowed at her. He removed his hand from inside of her. She could feel the wetness run down her leg. He saw this and so he positioned himself inside of her open legs and licked her thighs. She was aching for him, she wanted him inside of her. She wanted him to make love to her, but instead, he left the bed and stood over her.

He bent next to her ear and whispered, “I will punish you, my darling, by withholding what you want. I will always give you what you need, but I will not give you what you want until you learn to behave like a good girl. If you want to be The Queen, then you will need to learn to act like a Queen.” He kissed her cheek and then her neck. He gently brushed his lips against her left breast as he traced his strong hands down her body and then inserted his fingers into her again.

As he walked away, she felt his power leave the room as the door closed behind him. Atlas knew he was her only weakness and so this is how he often chose to punish her. Never with violence or spite but always with his power and control. He always forgives her, just as she always forgives him. They both share the same weakness, each other, and so they are both unable to stay mad at one another for long. Not even murder could get between The Twin Flame Lovers.

She lay on his bed, half naked and aching for her King. He was gone and she was left with the reminder that she was no longer in control of her own life. After she calmed herself down, a smirk like that of The Cheshire Cat spread across her beautiful face. That is what she adored about Atlas more than anything. His calm voice and reverent power. He is the only creature in all The Realms that can control her, and it turns her on more than any other thought imaginable.

 A servant entered The King’s quarters to untie The Princess. Her long, wavy brown hair was disheveled, and her olive skin was glowing and flustered. Once alone, she finished for herself what her King had started. She knew he was watching, and it was that thought that gave her so much pleasure that when she orgasmed, even The Ancient Gods who had foretold a story of The Twin Flame Lovers could feel the universe shake within her.