The Prophecy

His eyes woke up to different colours of light dancing before him. He was confused. That was not the usual roof of his chambers. He looked around and he realized that he was still in the bathhouse. Still naked and on the ground. He must have fallen asleep. He picked up his clothes and a smile crept across his face when he couldn't find his underwear. He lazily wore his clothes and started walking to his chambers. Groups of servants were outside the bathhouse, taking a quick peek at him and murmuring among themselves. He didn't mind the defeat he faced yesterday. If it would have been a commoner, his reputation would have taken a hit. She was no commoner. She was known to be the rebel of the royal family, putting both men and women out of commission for days. Her chambers were always visited by a guest each night. He also found comfort in the fact that if he had the chance to fuck her, he would have easily gained the upper hand. The outcome of that particular situation would now remain a mystery. No sooner had he entered his chambers, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it? " He yelled, frustrated at such an early disturbance.

"My Prince, it's Alisha. The King has summoned you to the court in half an hour. He has asked me to escort you and make sure you're not late." The voice came from outside the door. She was his favourite servant. Sleeping with her was an experience for him. Girls usually submit to him which eventually became tiresome. He loved a challenge and she gave it to him. She always resisted him at first. Her mouth spoke words which her body contradicted. It always starts with her saying no, as he strips before her but she doesn't move an inch. She stands there as he comes closer to her, her breathing gets heavier and the sound of her "no" starts getting fainter and fainter to the point where it's a warm breath against his body.

The battle yesterday with his aunt left him frustrated. He needed to let go of it and there couldn't be a better person to do it. He ordered her to come in and she came inside with her head held high. This was unusual of her and he was curious to know the reason.

"This is new, " He finally said, addressing the elephant in the room walking towards her.

She stood inches away from him and her hands started shivering. It was clear that his magic still worked on her yet she was filled with false confidence.

"What brought this new change in you?" He was curious to know the truth behind it.

"I heard about what happened last night. I heard you...you were defeated." She stuttered for a bit before finally letting it out. Her eyes matched his but her stare was faltering.

"So, you think you can dominate me now." He was amused at her false confidence. She didn't know the entire story.

"Yes, I do. She got fucked by you and was still able to dominate you. I hate it whenever you fuck me on your bed, making me cum as many times as you want. I got tired of it and I will beat you someday. She gave me hope." She was determinant.

He laughed. "By the way". He grabbed her ass and lifted her body onto his and let his robe fall. His cock was already hard and starting to poke at her pussy over her dress.

Her confidence was fading away and she held onto that sliver of hope that one survived and she will be the next. His fingers flicked the dress of her pussy and his head was starting to enter her. She bit her lips, throwing her head back and digging her nails into his back.

"She didn't take my cock yesterday. " His words hit her like a hammer. With those words, he pushed his entire length of cock deep in her. Her eyes opened wide and she realized the grave mistake that she did just now, taking confidence in a false rumour. What followed next, was her begging to give his dick and deepthroating him as he fucked her imagining her to be the woman who defeated him. This was not the normal him and she loved it. She loved being fucked by the prince so much. She wanted sex with him but hated becoming a whore for his cock. It hurt her ego and she wanted to get revenge someday. This was not one of those days. She completely forgot her ego and screamed for him in different ways possible. He had not much time in his hands, so he went easy on her. He pushed his cock balls deep into her as she dug her nails onto his back. She panted like a dog. He bounced her mercilessly on his cock as he walked towards his bed slowly, taking step after step. She tried to maintain the eye contact but being used like a sex toy and getting her pussy fucked deep, made it tough for her. She felt her first orgasm building up. He smiles at her, moves his finger over her ass cheeks and plugs it in. That breaks her. Ecstasy gushed up in her like a fountain and within seconds she was squirting all over him. He kept her down on the bed. She was a mess by then. Eyes closed, she was trying to calm her breath down. His hands were cold like his heart whenever he fucked her. He kept them on her thighs and started spreading her apart.

"I'm not flexibl- ," And before she could complete, she screamed out loud as her legs were spread apart at a 180 degree angle.

Before she could get comfortable with the position, his cock was ramming inside her. She tries to get up but stops that attempt and instead arches her back. His cock hits a spot inside her and she starts banging on the bed, as she gets pounded.

He doesn't leave her legs free and pins them down while he goes faster and faster, taking it all out and pushing it deep again. She squirms on the bed like a rabbit who is caught in a trap. Shivers running down her spine as he prepares herself for another orgasm. This time, he does nothing and she puts up a show for him. He watches her shaking body as she squirts like a fountain, screaming. He takes his cock out and it's drenched to the balls. He has no plan to stop. She's panting now, tongue out and eyes closed. He lifts her up by the hair and she obeys him like a toy. She just moves as he nudges her in a direction. He turns her around and puts his hand over her head, bending her face to the bed. He positions his cock over her ass.

"How much time do we have left?" He asks her.

"Another 10 minutes, " He struggles to understand her words as it's mostly panting and gasping. He moves his cock down to her pussy. Her hair is messy and all over the place. He takes all the strands, makes it into a neat one strand of hair and pulls it back hard. Her neck strains as she looks at the mirror before her eyes and watches him shoving his cock into her. Eyes close and a smile comes across her face as he goes fucking hard on her. He closes his eyes, imagining his aunt succumbing to his cock and in the place of his servant. She tries to scream but no sound comes out of her mouth. Her fingers grasp the sheet as she squirts again. He keeps adjusting her position, taking her arms, squeezing her tits and other modifications. She succeeds in cumming every time successfully. After losing count of the times she squirted for him, she feels his huge cock about to explode. Her head tilts down as he gets ready for the load. He plunges her head down onto the bed and he moans out loud. His cock shoots his entire load into her filling her insides.

Fifteen minutes later, he walked with his servant to the courtroom. The courtroom was a large hall, supported by pillars on both sides. The nobles took solace in the seats situated between the pillars. The King sat on the throne which was taller than him by many times. The Queen sat at the right end, with a concerned look on her face for the well being of her son. The Prince's aunt sat to the right and she smiled, crossing her legs as he walked inside. The tired face of the servant beside him gave her suspicion and her eyes fell to the servant's thighs. Alisha stood leaning against a pillar, hands holding together before her and her thighs shivering. Rakeem's aunt smiled at him, getting horny at the things he is capable of. They both exchanged looks, telling each other a million things in a matter of seconds when they were interrupted by the King's words.

"I've been informed that you're ready to take the weight of the prophecy on your shoulders?" The King spoke in a clear, definitive manner.

Rakeem bent his leg and bowed down with respect. Looking at his toes, he gave a reply back.

"Yes, My King. I want to face my responsibilities now. I'm tired of running away from them."

"May I ask what made you come to this conclusion?" The King was curious about the sudden change in behaviour in his son.

"Someone persuaded me, My King. Opened my eyes to how arrogant I had become and made me realize that there are people in this world who are better than me." His answer was genuine but had a lot of secrets that the King didn't know. He lifted his head slightly and winked at his aunt. A naughty smile was a reply to him.

"Well, whoever that person is, they have my gratitude. Before you start your journey, I suggest you visit your mentor to learn about the kinds of magic that you might face in your journey. You are to start your journey tomorrow when the dawn breaks. " With those words, the court was adjourned.

Rakeem was still bowing down as the King and the Queen walked past him. The King gave a comforting look at the back of his but hesitated to lift his son. A doubt persisted in him. Was this another act of his or did he change? He had to wait and watch. The Queen was the next to pass him, tears in her eyes for her loving son. Rakeem's eyes watched the drop of tear that fell beside him. He didn't look up. She moved on.

His aunt came next, waving her dress and swaying her hip. Rakeem smelled the familiar scent and that brought back his memories from the day before. He looked up.

"Well done, " She said as she pushed her dress back giving him a peek of her luscious thighs and she walked away.

He smiled and stood up. It was time to meet his old teacher. Another trip through nostalgia. This one was going to be tiresome.