Zack let out a frustrated groan, tilting his head back to stare up at the wee hour night sky through the small window, hoping the cool stars might calm the storm inside his chest. But Nat wasn't having it. Her small hands grabbed his face firmly and turned it right back toward her, eyes blazing with demand.
"Ugh!" Zack muttered weakly. "It's not like that, Nat. It's just… you know, you're a princess. A Crown. And if in the fut—"
SLAP!
The light smack across his cheek cut him off mid-sentence. Nat's eyes shimmered with instant tears, her lips pushed out in a furious pout.
"Geez! What kind of lame excuse is that?!" she snapped, voice cracking. "So what if I'm a Crown? Is that it? Is that why? Hmph! Bad Zack!!"
She huffed angrily and spun away from him, arms crossed tight over her chest.
"Ouch… don't just slap me out of nowhere," Zack grumbled, rubbing his stinging cheek. He softened his tone, reaching out gently. "Nat, listen. Even though we're sitting here together right now, our worlds… they're completely different. If we ever get married in the future, you know how it works, right? According to the rules, a commoner like me would have to swear loyalty to the empire and all the higher Crowns. Even seeing my own family and friends would become a hassle—permissions, escorts, restrictions everywhere. Right now it's not so bad, sure, but once you become Queen? It'll only get stricter. Honestly… I just haven't wrapped my head around it yet. That doesn't mean I won't accept you. I just need a little time to get my mind right."
He reached out and brushed his fingers lightly through her hair, looking at her with quiet warmth.
"Huh…?"
Nat stayed turned away, but her shoulders relaxed slightly. Happy tears welled up fresh in her eyes. Her cheeks flushed bright red as her mind exploded with squeals.
KKKYAAA! Marriage! Marriage! I'm going to marry Zack! YEAHHH! Marry, marry, marry—!
Suddenly she whipped back around, expression dead serious.
"Zack," she declared firmly, "didn't you say it yourself? Once your goal is clear, don't waste time thinking about nonsense! So make your goal clear right now: ME. This Nat! Think of me as your goal and forget everything else!"
Inside her head she was screaming: Think of marriage as the goal! Marry me! Marry me! Kyaaahhh!!!
Her passionate words hit Zack like a shockwave. Something clicked inside him—his eyes cleared, his shoulders dropped, tension melting away. For the first time he really saw her: not just as his friend, not just as a beautiful woman, but as the person he wanted by his side for the rest of his life.
Guess following my own damn advice really is the hardest thing, he thought with a small, self-deprecating chuckle.
Nat caught him laughing and immediately pouted harder. "What's so funny?! Can't you see I'm being serious here? Or are you taking this future Queen's words lightly or something? I can fight the whole empire if I have to, you know! Hmph! What 'little empire'? Coming to our islands claiming this is their land—humph! It was our land first! We islanders lived here for generations! Grrr—Zack, stop laughing!!"
But the more she ranted, the harder Zack laughed—deep, genuine, relieved laughter that shook his whole body. "Hahaha! Hahahaha!"
"Mooo! Zack! You have to fight for your goal! Are you even a man?! Fight your way forward and claim this princess!!" She was throwing every argument she could think of, desperate to make him serious. "Grrr, fine! Don't listen! Keep laughing like an idiot! Then you'll cry when some pervert noble takes this beautiful lady away like Ka—"
THUMP!
Before the hated name could fully leave her lips, Zack surged forward. He pushed her gently but firmly down onto her back from the side, pinning her beneath him. The blanket slid down just enough to bare the smooth white skin of her thighs.
Nat's eyes widened in shock. Zack hovered over her, smiling softly, dangerously close. He leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of her ear.
"I don't want to hear his name—or anyone else's—coming from your cute little mouth, okay… Miss Natlia Auliffe Carney?"
Nat's eyes flickered through a whole storm of emotions: shock → confusion → disbelief → shock again → pure sparkling happiness. Tears brimmed over as she nodded frantically, lips trembling into the widest, shiniest smile. She couldn't speak, only cry quietly in joy while Zack gazed down at her in wonder, gently wiping every tear away with warm, careful thumbs.
After a long while of happy crying, Nat finally met his eyes again—he was so close. Embarrassment crashed over her like a wave. She quickly turned her face away, yanked her knees up, and dragged the blanket with them to hide.
"Z-Zack… can you sit up now? I heard you. Please move…" she whispered, voice tiny, face flaming red.
"Hmm?" Zack didn't budge. Instead he lowered himself again, knees bracketing her hips, hands planted on either side of her head, caging her gently. His voice dropped to a teasing whisper against her ear. "It's revenge time, Miss Auliffe Carney."
Nat's whole body went weak at the words. She turned her face even farther away, barely breathing. "H-hmm… Zack, that… that was nothing much. Please, Zack…"
But even as she protested, a quiet, trembling anticipation colored her voice. She stole the tiniest sideways glance at him.
He smirked. "Didn't you say you wanted everything first? Well… you're already behind, you know. I've already seen plenty of women naked. Some even touched me. You're late, Miss Auliffe Carney."
AGH!! STOP IIIIT!!! her mind screamed.
She glared up at him with as much fire as she could muster—then immediately melted and looked away again. In the tiniest, shyest voice: "Hmph… you're slow too, you know. I've also been touched by ma—"
WHOOSH!
Zack's hand caught her chin, turning her face firmly back to him. Then his warm lips crashed against hers.
MMHHH… SLRPP… MMPF… MMMHH… SLLKK… SSSLLLLKK… MMMH… SLLRPP…
"Aahh… huff… huff…"
Nat panted hard when they finally parted after long deep kiss, face scarlet. Zack grinned down at her from above.
"I dare you to say it again."
She opened her mouth instinctively—"I've been tou—"
MMMHHHHHH! MMM… SLLRRRRRPPPPP… MMMMHHHH…
They broke apart again, both breathing heavily, smiling like idiots.
"No matter what happens," they said together, voices perfectly in sync, "you are always mine!!"
"Ehehe!" They burst out laughing. Zack kissed her again—deeper this time.
MMHHHH… ZACKK! AAHH… MMMHHH… THE DOOR!!
Nat barely managed to mumble the warning against his lips. In one smooth motion Zack SWWOOSSH threw the blanket aside, hands sliding down to grip her naked thighs. He gave her hips a playful pat. Nat understood instantly. While still locked in the kiss, she hooked her legs around his hips.
WHOOSH!
Zack stood, lifting her easily in his arms. His palms slid up to cup the backs of her upper thighs.
"AAAHHHH!"
She moaned into his mouth at the firm grip, kissing him harder as he carried her toward the door. MMHHHHHH… SLLRRRPP… MMWHH… UMMM…
He reached the door, kicked it gently shut and lock the door.
TAK! CLANNK!
The moment the latch clicked, heat exploded between them. Zack pressed her back against the wall, kissing her fiercely. MMMHH… AAH… MMWWH… SLLRRPP… MMP… MMMP…
Nat both hands clutching his shoulder, pouring all her weight onto him and longing into every kiss.
After what felt like forever they finally broke apart just enough to breathe. They looked at each other—and burst into soft, happy laughter.
"Hahah!"
Both smiling so wide it hurt, they slowly leaned in until their foreheads touched.
Nat whispered, voice trembling with emotion, "Zack… I love you."
Zack's smile softened into something achingly tender. "I love you too… my Nat."
He carried her gently back to the bed, laid her down, letting her legs relax against the sheets. Then he kissed her again—slow, deep, full of promise.
A little while later he moved to her neck.
"AAHH! Zack! AAHH!"
He kissed and licked a slow path downward, reaching the soft swell of her cleavage and dragging his tongue along it.
"Ummm… gently, Zack… aah…"
Nat's hand slid up, fingers curling into the fabric of his tight sleeveless shirt. SLRR! She tugged it off in one smooth pull.
Zack paused long enough to yank the shirt over his head and toss it aside. Nat sat up, eyes wide, drinking in the sight of his hard, scarred, rugged body. Her fingers reached out almost reverently, tracing the lines of muscle.
Zack shivered at her touch. She leaned in, pressing soft kisses across his abs, then up to his chest, his neck—kissing, licking, worshipping every inch she could reach.
Finally she sank back down, gaze dropping to the straining bulge in his pants. She touched it lightly, then looked up at him with a pout.
"Did those women see this… and touched it?"
Zack looked away, nodding once.
"Grrr… those bitches," she muttered darkly. But then a mischievous smile curved her lips. She reached for his waistband and tugged.
BOINK!
His freed cock sprang out, brushing her cheek. Nat froze for a second, staring in a dazed trance. Then her small hands wrapped around him, stroking slowly, gulping hard.
In a tiny voice: "Did those women… made you cum?"
"Never," Zack said firmly, thumb brushing her cheek. Nat's whole face lit up.
She leaned forward. SLURP SLURP SLURP!
She licked, sucked, swirled her tongue, sometimes pulling back to stroke him fast—FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP—then diving back in.
"Agh…" Zack groaned, hand settling gently on her head.
Nat smiled around him and sucked harder. SLURP SLURP SLURP… SLLRR SLLLLR SSLLRR! GULP GULP GULP.
"Hah… hah… ahHHHHHHhh...GULP GULP!"
She pulled off with a wet pop as her throat moves, then she licked her lips, and grinned proudly. "Now you're my first! Hehe."
Her hand drifted to her lower belly for a second, eyes sparkling. Someday… right here. Hehe.
SWOOSSH!
Zack suddenly pressed her down onto her back, his warm cock resting hot against her belly. TAP! He popped the first button of her top open.
"Ahh, Zack!"
TAP TAP TAP
One by one the buttons gave way. SLLRR—he peeled the white fabric aside. Nat straightened her arms to help, revealing the soft curves of her breasts cradled in a simple bra and the smooth, milky expanse of her midriff.
Zack nudged her belly button playfully with the tip of his cock, groaning quietly at the warm, silky contact as he stiffened again.
"Mmmhh Zack…"
Nat's hands found his bare ass, pulling him harder against her. "Aahh!"
He caught her wrists, stretched her arms up over her head, and kissed her deeply while rocking gently against her belly. With his free hand he cupped her bra-covered breast, thumb teasing the underside.
"Aahh… aahhh…"
Nat felt like she was sinking into a steaming bath—every inch of her skin burning, alive. Zack's teasing brushes along her underboob made her twitch and gasp. Her stomach glistened with his precum, making soft wet sounds with every slow grind. SLCHP SLCHP SLCHP…
After a while he guided her to turn over then onto her knees half standing position. TAP! He unhooked her bra from behind.
Zack wrapped himself around her from behind, one arm crossing her shoulders while the other slid down, brushing over her panties, then traveling upward.
Nat smiled, caught his hand, and slowly guided it higher until—
AAAHH!!!
His palm closed gently over her bare breast. She pressed her hand over his, showing him exactly how she liked it. He kissed her neck while his cock throbbed hot against her lower back.
"Aghh… ahh… ummm… gently… aahhh…"
He rolled her nipple carefully between his fingers.
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Nat Cummed hard, thighs trembling, wetness soaking through her panties. Zack held her steady by the waist, letting her ride out the aftershocks.
When her breathing steadied he looked down at the perfect curve of her ass and felt fresh heat surge through him. His cock throbbed painfully hard.
Agh!
He gripped her ass through the thin fabric. "AAhh!!"
Slowly he tugged her panties down just enough to bare her cheeks. Then he positioned himself, sliding his hard penis along the warm cleft.
"Aaah…"
He began to grind—slow at first, then faster. THP THP THP…
Nat moaned softly, pushing back against him. Zack reached around front, slipped his fingers inside her soaked panties, and curled them into her heat.
SQUEELCH SQUEELCH
THP THP THP THP… SQUEEL SQUEELCH… AH AH UMM HA HA…
AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!
She Cum again, collapsing back against his chest. But Zack didn't stop—grinding against her ass, slowly fondling her breast, keeping the pleasure rolling.
AGH! TAP!
He tapped her shoulder pointing downwards. Nat turned with a dazed, happy smile on her face and bend down towards his throbbing hot cock then gently sucked it. SLLR SLLLRR SLRRR… AAH HUFF HUFFF GULP GULP…
She swallowed again, licked her lips, eyes shining.
Zack eased her up onto her knees, peeled the drenched panties completely off, and ran his fingers through her slick folds. He brought the glistening fingers Up to his mouth and licked them clean.
"Zack!" Nat gasped, then smiled widely.
She lay back on the bed, pillow propped behind her, shyly pulling the blanket up—but parting her thighs beneath it.
Zack slipped under the covers with a grin. SLURP SLURP SQUECCH SLURRP…
"Umm… Zackk… aah… aah…"
Nat's hand found her own breast, kneading softly while the other tangled in his hair inside the blanket. Her body tremble in pleasure as Zack kept tastings her pussy.
AAAAHHHHH AAAAAHHHH AHHHHHH!
She Cum again and again, each one leaving her more boneless, sweat-slick, and trembling.
Zack finally crawled back up, licking his lips, then kissed her long and deep on her tired lips.
"Well," he murmured against her mouth, "I never did any of this with other women. So you really are my first… in everything, Miss Auliffe Carney."
"Hehe… I'm so happy to hear that, dear."
Nat's face was still flushed, eyes sparkling. They kissed again—slowly, lazily, for a long, long time.
Eventually the first rays of morning sunlight slipped through the window.
The young man and woman lay tangled together under the warm blanket, bodies tired and heavy, voices soft with laughter and whispered words. The small room felt full—overflowing—with love, warmth, and the quiet promise of everything still to come.
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Author Blabbering
It's Sunday today, and I'm proofreading chapters instead of doing something dramatic or productive. Sundays have a strange feeling to them—slow, quiet, a little heavier than other days. They make you notice things. The silence. The empty space. Yourself.
So I'm curious—what do you do on Sundays to make them feel warm, cozy, or special in some way? Maybe it's a cup of tea, a long nap, music playing softly in the background, or just lying down and doing absolutely nothing without guilt. Small rituals matter more than we think.
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