Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 577: Recipe For Disaster

Chapter 577: Recipe For Disaster

"My lady," the guard bowed respectfully as Islinda approached Prince Aldric’s tent.

She pointed towards the entrance, asking, "Is he inside?"

"Yes, my Lady but.... " the guard began, but Islinda didn’t wait to hear the rest of his words as she briskly strode into the tent.

Inside, the spacious and opulent interior of Prince Aldric’s tent surpassed even her own, befitting his royal status. However, even amidst such opulence, there was no private area for his personal activities. The bathroom was integrated into the tent, lacking any curtain for privacy, unlike Islinda’s setup.

Islinda’s eyes widened in disbelief as they landed on Aldric’s back – his naked back. He appeared to have just finished bathing and was in the process of drying himself, his face turned away from her, unaware of her intrusion.

Caught off guard by the sight, Islinda was frozen in place with shock, torn between the impulse to look away and the overwhelming urge to continue observing. Her gaze traveled from his broad back, tracing the contours of his muscular frame down to his firm, sculpted buttocks.

Her cheeks flushed crimson as blood rushed to her head, and she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.

Of course, this wasn’t the first time Islinda had seen Aldric naked, given the numerous intimate encounters they had shared. However, it was the first time she had the opportunity to truly appreciate the physical attributes of the Fae who had been satisfying her desires.

The Fae lights strategically positioned in the tent cast a bright illumination, leaving nothing to the imagination as it highlighted every contour of Aldric’s form. He was undoubtedly a magnificent specimen of masculinity.

A fine specimen.

Islinda bit down on her lip, feeling heat surge to her core, just as Aldric turned towards her with a knowing grin on his lips. It was as if he had been aware of her presence all along and intentionally allowed her to feast her eyes on him. The realization infuriated Islinda, knowing all too well the power he held over her. His shamelessness was unnerving.

He finally spoke up, a teasing glint in his eyes. "If I didn’t know you so well, Islinda, I would think that you are a pervert," he remarked, grinning at her knowingly.

"W—what? Pervert?!" Islinda exclaimed in disbelief, her voice rising with indignation. She shot Aldric a glare, unable to fathom how he could even suggest such a thing. It seemed he had truly lost his mind to think of her in such a manner.

However, the dark Fae prince proved to be a master at stirring her emotions, as he turned fully towards her at that moment. Islinda found herself frozen in place, her eyes widening in shock as Aldric shamelessly flaunted his member—a massive, veiny tool that had ignited passion within her on numerous occasions.

The sight left Islinda stunned, and she let out a startled gasp. The gods help her, she thought, feeling a mixture of arousal and frustration wash over her.

And yet, despite her best efforts, Islinda found herself unable to tear her gaze away. She knew she wasn’t a pervert and shouldn’t be staring at others privates, but for some inexplicable reason, she couldn’t look away from Aldric’s.

To her dismay, her mouth began to water, and the ache between her legs only intensified. It was as if she were under some bewitching spell, unable to resist the allure of his enticing form

She couldn’t help but imagine herself falling to her knees, then, on all fours, crawling over to him. Face to face with his enticing member, she would be tempted to take a taste, wrapping her hand around it to explore its length, texture, and hardness. Tentatively, she would rub him up and down, savoring the tension in his frame and the deep rumble emanating from his chest.

Once she finished exploring him with her hand, Islinda would take him deep into her mouth, grappling with the sheer size and length of him. Despite the initial challenge, she would persist, determined to feel him deep at the back of her throat. As he began to thrust into her mouth, starting with gentle movements that escalated into a fervent passion, she would eagerly accommodate him, allowing him to plunder her mouth with abandon.

His primal groans would reverberate throughout the tent, every Fae within earshot bearing witness to the intimate encounter. Among them was Elena, whose presence only added to the intensity of the moment. Islinda would relish the opportunity to assert her dominance over the dark Fae prince, sunken cheeks hollowed as she pleasured him with such intensity that he would have no choice but to release his essence into her waiting mouth.

He would howl loudly, his cries of pleasure echoing throughout the tent as he released every single drop of his essence into her waiting mouth. Islinda would eagerly accept it all, proving herself to be a capable recipient of his desires. In that moment, she would demonstrate to everyone present just how much control she wielded over the fearsome prince.

Once sated, Aldric would come to the realization of who truly held the most power in that room.

Fuck.

Islinda jolted with a startled gasp, as though abruptly pulled back from an intensely erotic dream. What the hell was happening? She raised her head, only to find Aldric’s eyes darkened with lust, his hand already stroking his hardened member.

The sight ignited a fierce arousal within Islinda, her own desire evident as wetness trailed down her thighs, betraying her body’s response to the provocative scene before her.

"Islinda...." Aldric’s voice was seductive, drawing her attention like a moth to a flame.

Her gaze met his, and she felt a surge of desire course through her veins. It was as if they were two magnets, irresistibly drawn to each other’s presence.

"I know you want it too. Give in...." His words hung in the air, heavy with temptation.

Islinda swallowed, her resolve wavering in the face of Aldric’s alluring appeal.

She wanted it too, despite the rules she had set for herself. Fear had driven her to establish those boundaries, afraid that she would lose herself completely to him. But now, the burning desire between them threatened to consume her resolve.

However, just as she was on the verge of surrendering, Elena’s image flashed in her mind. With a sharp pang of realization, Islinda remembered the reasons behind the rules she had set in the first place.

"Oh no...." Islinda let out a frustrated huff, realizing the gravity of the situation.

Without uttering another word, she turned on her heel and bolted out of the tent, desperate to put as much distance as possible between herself and the maddeningly irresistible Crown Prince Aldric Huxstabel.

She ran and ran until his intoxicating scent no longer tormented her, and the aching between her legs had subsided. In that moment, Islinda learned a valuable lesson: never stay in a room with Aldric when he’s naked.

It was a recipe for danger.