Warning: These chapters touch on a very suggestive topic. I'm putting it at the beginning because I don't want you to know that this could get very spicy and I don't want any complaints that there were no warnings. I hope you like it.
A few days had passed since the incident with the duchess, and Yuri couldn't stand the feeling of being defeated by that woman. The duchess had hired all kinds of butlers to attend to her in strange ways, trying to seduce her and throw her spiritual energy into disarray. In addition to the wedding planning meetings, she had even made Yuri pose for a portrait, trying to corrupt her spirit as if she were a demon in noble skin.
Ashamed but determined, Yuri studied the book Ruby had given her. She felt ready... ready to seduce the third prince, to take revenge on that wicked duchess, and steal her fiancé.
Even just imagining it made her shiver, and the book's content was intense, stirring her thoughts into a whirlwind. But she had to do it. For Aurelio. For the rebellion... or at least, that's what she kept telling herself.
During the day, she stayed close to the prince under the pretense of assisting with the ritual preparations. She accompanied him in his tasks, which were far less important than she had expected. Most of the time, the prince was with Evelin or running minor errands for the king. Still, whenever they were together, Yuri couldn't help but notice something unsettling: the prince's company was more pleasant than she would ever admit.
This was the man Aurelio called a cruel tyrant! The one said to have caused misery through his selfish whims. But to Yuri, he just seemed... normal. Human. Reserved, yes, but sincere.
She shook her head, trying to erase that image. Her heart already belonged to someone: Aurelio. She had been there when he fed the hungry, she had witnessed his growth and pain. He had been her first love, even if it hurt to see him surrounded by women—Evelin, the assassin, even commoners. She felt cast aside. And now, that same man had ordered her to sleep with someone else.
Unconsciously, she clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms. The Church also backed Aurelio, hoping to regain the influence it had lost with the change of monarch. This mission had been a decree from her superiors. So that night, she would put her plan into action. Using the excuse that the preparations weren't complete, she told the prince she would visit him in his room.
What Yuri didn't know was that someone had been watching her from the shadows, taking notes of her every move.
Hours later, Yuri was ready for "battle." Along with the book, Ruby had sent a special package: green lace lingerie, with a sheer leafy pattern that matched her hair perfectly. According to the book, it was a piece meant for a very special night. Her skin turned red just thinking about wearing it.
She couldn't walk through the castle halls dressed like that. Wrapping herself in a light cloak, she snuck out into the night, unaware that a maid—who resembled a demon—was watching from afar, taking notes.
She walked in silence to the prince's room, carefully opened the door... and froze.
A small beast girl, completely naked, was straddling the prince, who was tied hand and foot to the bed.
"Nora... that's not necessary..." he whispered.
But a hand silenced him. "Do you want everyone to hear us? Come on... you'll like it."
Yuri swallowed hard, horrified. The girl bit his neck fiercely, leaving a red mark, while her hands roamed his body with shameless desire. Cold air came in through the window, but for Yuri, the room was burning.
Nora kissed him all over, grinding against him with lust. Their tongues intertwined, their moans filled the space, and her kisses traveled down his neck, collarbone, chest... to his abdomen. She licked him shamelessly, like a beast claiming what was hers.
"You're getting married soon... isn't it time for a wedding gift?" she purred, extending one of her claws and lightly piercing his chest, drawing a drop of blood. "I won't let another woman take your first time. For now, I'll just lend you to her... for a little while."
Yuri could barely breathe. At the sound of approaching footsteps, she quickly cast a spell and hid in the adjacent room, pressing her ear to the wall.
A maid had come looking for the beast girl to help with breakfast preparations. When she found her, Yuri watched as Nora instantly shifted from seductive to cold and obedient—as if it had all been a mask. Then she walked away down the corridor.
Yuri seized the opportunity. She slipped into the prince's room. Just as she expected, he was still tied up. The maid would likely return soon, so she locked the door, cast a silence spell, and reinforced it with magic.
The third prince opened his eyes, surprised to see her. "What are you doing here? Sorry about how I look... can you untie me?"
Yuri stared at him. He was completely vulnerable. For some reason, seeing him like this filled her with guilty pleasure. She didn't respond. She sat beside him, watching his pale skin glow in the moonlight. It was a forbidden, mystical... cruelly tempting sight.
Without thinking, she traced a finger across his abdomen. "What will you give me in return?" she asked, smiling playfully.
"Come on, don't mess around," he growled.
"Can you imagine what would happen if your fiancée found out about this...?"
As she spoke, she moved closer to him. She couldn't stop staring at his face, or feeling the contrast between his cool skin and the warmth of his body.
"What do you want? I'll give it to you... but don't ruin the relationship with the duchess. The kingdom..."
Yuri laughed bitterly, pressing her palm against his abdomen. "The kingdom? People are starving out there, and you talk about political alliances. You know nothing. You've never walked those streets."
She grabbed his chin firmly. "I hate nobles. All of you, princes who were handed everything for nothing. You cause more harm than you ever fix."
Memories flooded her: "I was abandoned at birth. I grew up in an orphanage. I saw my caretaker take her own life over debt. I've known hunger, thirst, despair. I saw a noble kill a child... and no one did a thing. Do you really know what's best for this country?"
She slapped him, leaving a mark on his abdomen. But instead of reacting with anger, he spoke calmly:
"Believe me... Aurelio isn't who you think he is. We're not the same. If you untie me, we can talk."
Yuri realized the prince already knew she was sent by Aurelio. But it didn't matter anymore. It was too late. She didn't want to talk. She needed to let go. She slid down to his waist and began to lower his pants.
During the struggle, one of the prince's hands came loose. Then the other. He surprised Yuri by pushing her onto the bed.
"Trust me, I tried. I behaved... until tonight. But I no longer want to be a gentleman."
Yuri was about to protest, unsure of what he meant, but he silenced her with a deep, slow, burning kiss. When they pulled apart, both were breathless.
"Don't call me 'third prince' anymore. Call me Yuan."
"And if I don't want to...?"
"Then I'll punish you... for sneaking into my room at night."
Like a thunderclap, Yuri's cloak fell to the floor. Only the delicate green lace remained.
"Who would have thought a priestess would wear something like this? I thought you were supposed to stay pure..."
"That's not true!" she moaned as he touched her breast, pinning her hand with his own.
Yuan kissed her neck, held her wrists firmly, and slipped his hand under her bra, teasing her nipples. Yuri trembled, feeling both vulnerable and alive. Everything intensified under the moonlight.
His kisses turned into licks and caresses. At some point, her bra disappeared and Yuan captured her breast with his lips. One hand slid to her most intimate place, circling her slowly, tenderly.
Yuri wanted to speak, to protest, to remember her mission... but it felt like she was the one caught in a trap. Aurelio's image crossed her mind... but it vanished like mist when Yuan's fingers went deeper inside her.
"Yuan... I want more... give me more," she pleaded.
"Slowly," he whispered, stroking her cheek with surprising gentleness.
Yuri felt warmth fill her chest—something she had waited a long time to feel. This was no longer just lust. That soft, patient kiss made her tremble more than any touch before.
His lips tasted of mint and something warmer, like cinnamon and wine. His breath was warm, with a faint scent of chapel incense, and every time he whispered, his deep voice made her body vibrate.
"It's your first time, isn't it?" Yuan murmured softly.
Yuri looked away. She didn't want to admit it. She didn't want to feel vulnerable. But in his arms... she felt safe.
"You don't have to pretend with me," he added, kissing her forehead. She let out a low moan, not of pleasure, but relief.
The heat became part of them. The air filled with the scent of skin, soft perfume, and fresh blood. It was dirty, forbidden... but perfect.
Yuan wrapped an arm around her, guiding her with respect, desire, and patience.
"Tonight I'm no gentleman... but I can be yours, if you'll let me."
That phrase... that damned phrase. Yuri felt something inside her break. This wasn't just desire. It was the need to be seen, held, understood.
"Don't let go of me," she whispered against his chest.
"I never will," he replied, as the sheets wrapped around them, like the moon itself blessed their secret ritual.
Outside, the wind continued to blow softly. And though the world was rotting beyond the castle walls... for a few hours, in that room sealed by magic, there was only the warmth of two bodies learning to love each other without knowing why.
Her body trembled as he possessed her with slow reverence. It wasn't just lust. It was a silent scream that someone had finally heard.