Mass release: 2/8
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It ended up taking 24 days for them to arrive at the Cursed Castle grounds, as they had to stop some times for Sera to bath, sleep, and rest since it took her some time to get used to being on a horse. When she did, she was still exhausted like never before, her body begging for a good rest and a warm and comfortable bed.
"Are we here?" She asked, her voiced showing her tired she was. "Is this... Is this Palace your place?"
But before they could answer, a painful beastly growl sounded through the territory, shaking the trees around them and spreading a shiver down her spine, which to her dismay, wasn't from fear at all.
"What in the bloody shite was that?" Sera gasped. "Is... Is it one of the... The Blüchers you told me about?"
["No!"] They all exclaimed together.
"No? Then what the hell was that?"
Using her telekinesis, she propelled herself from Maya, to stand seven feet above them. Her eyes scanning everything after a threat. She almost fell back when another growl hit them, shaking everything. "Moon Goddesses above, there's a beast in here. It's coming from the Palace."
["He's not a beast, Princess,"] Nora gasped. ["Yes, he may look like one, and act kind of savage, but he's not a beast."]
Understanding took over Sera's features, "The unkillable monster," she whispered. "Who lives in the heart of the woods. This is the heart of the woods," she gasped. "You bought me to it. Moon Goddesses... Aye, bloody shite, you aren't planning on sacrificing me to it, are you?"
["No!"] They all cried.
["Please,"] Maya tried. ["Calm down. He won't hurt you."]
"I don't know that!"
"Who goes there?" The beast growled from somewhere, closer to them, making the hairs of her body go up. "Who. Goes. There?"
When it came into view, Sera let out a squeak, as she looked down, there was a 8 near 9 feet tall bulking beast in front of her, dressed in black clothes, he seemed to be a mixture of a bull with a lion, but standing up. And still, he had a royal grace to the way he carried himself. Black fur covered his body and feral ruby eyes stared up at her.
For some reason, the chaos inside her body wasn't of fear at all, and Sera found her body being drawn to the beast. Not just drawn, as she felt a weird but good kind of heat burning her up, her pussy felt warm and wet, and her nipples hard like never before. Slowly, controlling her telekinesis, she leveled herself to his towering height, so she could meet his eyes.
"Dark witch," the male beast growled.
She found herself grinning, "You must be the unkillable beast. And I'm only half dark witch, for all that matters. My father apparently was a green warlock, so, I'm both."
["It's her, Your Highness!"] Nora exclaimed.
When Sera turned slightly to look at them, all the animals were bowing to him. "His Highness?" She frowned and turned back to the beast who was still staring at her. "Are you a Prince?"
"Name!"
She blinked, "What?"
"Your name," he growled. "What is it?"
"Seraphina Nightbloom," her words came before she could even control herself. "From the Nightbloom Coven of Dark Witches on the Valg Woods border with the village."
He took two steps closer to her, taking in her scent, smelling her emotions, her desire thickening, "Seraphina," he tasted her name in his tongue, spreading goosebumps down her spine, causing her to inexplicably, to her, to feel her pussy on fire, throbbing. "How old are you, witchling?"
"Twenty."
"When do you turn 21?" He frowned.
"In three days," she clenched her teeth.
"What are you doing here?"
"They brought me here," she scoffed.
"No. That's obvious. What were you doing in the Valg Woods to begin with, witchling?" He arched his eyebrows.
Sigh, "I had nowhere else to go. It was either the woods, or the Nightbloom Coven's Castle, where I was locked up in the underground for pretty much my whole life. No, thank you. I took my chances."
Before she could do anything, he grabbed her tiny waist with one of his big paws and threw her over his shoulder, "Fine, I'll let you stay," he growled as he strode towards the Castle, with his paw holding her still by her ass, which was sending hot waves through her whole body.
"I can walk," she growled back, flustered with the unknown heat that was making her body burn from the inside out.
"I know, but I prefer it this way," he exclaimed with a mischievous grin. "What? Scared of this 'unkillable beast'?"
Heat took over her cheeks, "I'm not scared of you. And I only called you that because it's how we know you by, alright? Now put me down."
"You're not scared?" He grinned.
"No. I'm not. Down. Put me down, bloody hell. I'm not a potato sack, alright?" She tried kicking him, but it was useless. "Don't make me use my magic against you."
"If you try that, I'll throw you to the actual beasts up north from the Palace grounds," and that made her turn pale.
"You wouldn't dare!"
No, of course, he wouldn't, but he wouldn't tell her that. "Try me," he exclaimed and smacked her ass, making her cry a moan, which made both of them overflow with heat.
"You didn't tell me your name," she spoke after minutes of silence, as they entered the Palace.
"Sebastian," he growled, trying to control his instincts.
"Are you really a Prince?"
"By all means, yes," he said, uncomfortably.
"If you're a Prince, where's the King and Queen?" She snapped annoyed by the situation and by how her body was acting.
"You make too many fucking questions, witchling," he growled and opened door of a room in the third floor, then walked inside and threw her on the wide bed, like a brute.
She gasped, feeling it hard to breath, unable to hide how red and burning her face was from him. "Savage beast."
"You have no idea of how savage I can be," he growled at her.
But she felt a hidden meaning in his words, which made her feel even hotter, and he could tell that by her scent.