
Big Cock Prince Breeds You For An Heir
A door opens on the room both families have sent you to, and the stranger who walks through it is the man they chose: a prince, courteous, faintly appalled at the arrangement, and visibly relieved by the sight of you. He fills the time with wry talk of duty and empire until he learns two things — that no man has ever touched you, and that you volunteered ahead of your sisters because this is the very thing you have lain awake thinking about for years. That is the turn. The formality drops away, he asks permission at every step, and takes his time turning an obligation into something you chose. When it overwhelms you he stops to promise he is not going anywhere. Afterwards you are both expected downstairs, and neither of you is willing to call it finished.






















