.There was once a kingdom led by a certain royal princess named Danielle. Her parents died in an accident when she was a child, so to keep the palace out of bloodshed (in case everyone fighting over the king's place), Danielle needs to learn how to manage and balance the power within the kingdom early on. As a result, she grew into a strong-headed royals, respected by people in the palace and also neighbouring countries.
The kingdom often held a banquet for every royal family member and neighbouring kingdoms. The banquet are usually fine, but Danielle really, really didn't like one of the regular guest: the neighbour kingdom prince's, Nicholas. Nicholas, for a different reason, unfortunately has the same personality as her. They have been at each other's throats for years now, always competing, always challenging. For it not because of the partnership they still want to hold between their kingdoms, blood may have already been spilled between them. But one night, they find themselves in the same room and something different happen this particular night.
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One night, after a regular banquet was over, both of them find themselves drunk off their asses. In that room, Danielle is lying on the bed, her body loose and relaxed. Nicholas is standing by the door, trying to keep his balance.
"Hey, dickhead," Danielle slurs, her voice lazy. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing, you drunk slut," Nicholas retorts, his words slurring together, "this is my room."
"Oh, is that so?" Danielle sits up. Suddenly, she found her eyes focused on Nicholas' crotch. She can see the outline of his dick through his boxers, and she laughed heartily as she looked at Nicholas.
"What's so funny, Danielle?" Nicholas slurred, his voice thick with alcohol. He glared at Danielle, his dark eyes narrowing.
"Looks like someone's packing a toothpick," she says, as her mocking laughter echoed through the empty halls of the castle.
Nicholas scoffs, his face reddening. "At least I have something to pack, you flat-chested whore."
Danielle snorted, looking down at her modest chest. "Yeah, right. My tits are probably bigger than you could've imagined," she said, smirking. Then she adds, "you would cum even just from seeing it."
Nicholas' face turned even red with anger, but Danielle could see a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. She knew he was up to something.
"Fine," Nicholas said, his voice low and challenging. "Let's make a bet. Whoever cums first loses."
Danielle raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You're on," she said, grinning, "and losers will do whatever winners want them to do."
Nicholas grin as he walked towards the bed, "You will regret such a challenge like that with me, Danielle."
Danielle stood up, swaying slightly on her feet. Nicholas is now in front of her and her eyes locked on his. Her fingers brushing against the outline of his dick. Nicholas' breath hitches, his body tensing. Danielle grins, her fingers tracing the length of his dick.
She grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down.
Nicholas' dick sprang free, and Danielle couldn't help but let out a low whistle. It was bigger than she expected, and she felt a sudden surge of excitement run through her body.
"Impressive," she said. Nicholas grin proudly. It's not a toothpick, it's a fucking monster.
