The King’s Sinful Desires 2

“Your Grace, you should at least smile. It is, after all, your party.” Harper spoke as she helped me dress.

Tonight, the castle was hosting a ball in celebration of both my birthday and Ellie's. Strange, how she was born on the exact same day I was.

“Tonight, the castle celebrates my young niece who turns eighteen. I should be at the border, backing patrol, rather than joining the party. I’m too old for this.”

Harper laughed. “You should live more, husband. Perhaps you might find your spark again.”

Those words echoed in my head, even as Silver announced our presence and we strolled into the ballroom, crammed with exotic guests from across the world.

My gaze roamed until it found her.

Gods.

She was breathtaking.

Ellie wore a long, midnight-blue gown that clung to her curves like silk poured over fire.

Her jet-black hair was swept up in soft waves, crowned with a delicate silver tiara that shimmered under the chandeliers. She looked every bit the enchantress—dangerous, and perfect.

I swallowed hard but managed to remain composed. When we arrived at our seats, the party continued, but she avoided me.

I hadn’t seen her all day. Out of frustration, I’d left the castle early this morning and wandered the city. Since last night, we hadn’t spoken. I didn’t know what to say.

Two hours passed. She ignored me the entire time.

Every time I glanced her way, she was dancing—laughing, with other men. Each spin of her dress made my gut twist. The sight of her letting them touch her burned into my mind until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Then I saw him.

That ridiculous blonde prince from Dove—standing behind her, his hands on her waist, lips brushing her ear. She blushed.

The fury inside me exploded.

One second I was at my table, the next I was across the floor, tearing him away from her. I didn’t care about my wife. I didn’t care about her mother. I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him toward the grand doors.

“Your Grace?!” he exclaimed, eyes wide with fear.

Gasps rippled through the hall. Whispers followed like a storm. I didn’t care.

“Get lost. If I see you set foot in my empire again, I’ll have your head.”

The coward stumbled back to his entourage and disappeared.

The party unraveled after that.

The last thing I saw was her back, running away. I knew then: I’d ruined everything.

Three hours blurred past. The celebration ended, yet the ache in my chest only grew heavier. Harper’s words an hour ago still echoed in my mind.

“Sometimes we need to sate that longing... so it loses its power over us.”

Eventually, I gathered the courage to approach her chambers. But I wasn’t prepared for what I found.

Her parents were there, sitting by her side, comforting her as she wept—and all because of me.

“How is she?” I asked, standing in the doorway.

They turned. Gunther shook his head. Ellie stirred, and our eyes met.

“I wish to speak with Ellie. Alone.”

With just a glance, they nodded and left the room.

“No! Don’t leave me with him!” she cried, running after them. I caught her before she could fall.

“No! I don’t want to see you—I hate you!”

She kicked and struggled in my arms.

But I held her firmly. I shut the door and slowly lowered her onto the bed. She scrambled away.

“You ruined everything,” she whispered. “You don’t want me. You just don’t want anyone else to have me. Why do you hate me so much?”

Her eyes filled with tears. My fists clenched.

She bolted for the door again, but I was faster. I pinned her gently to the wall—not to hurt her, but to make her hear me.

“Listen to me, Ellie.” My voice was low, strained.

She trembled.

“I’m obsessed with you. Everything about you drives me insane. I know you’re young, and I’ve tried to fight it, but... I can’t anymore.”

“What?” she breathed, eyes wide.

“I can’t stop this. I’ve tried, but gods—Ellie—being near you is a torment I can’t bear. I need you to know what you’ve done to me.”

I leaned in, lips capturing hers. She struggled at first—then stilled.

And when our tongues met, when she let out that soft gasp beneath me, I lost whatever restraint I had left.

“Please...” I murmured, lowering her back onto the bed. “Please say yes. Tell me you want this too.”

Her breath hitched.

“What if they find out? My parents... the Queen—”

The fear in her voice was real.

“Leave them to me.”

She nodded slowly, uncertainly—but it was enough.

She moaned when I bit her nipple through her corset. Lost in the pleasure, I rip her clothes off without holding back.

When she is finally naked, I kiss her breasts, fuck! She was perfect.

“These breasts have teased me for so long, Ellie.” I groan while sucking her tender pink nipples.

She was moaning now, so soft, so innocent.

“Gods! Ellie, the things I would teach you when you become mine.” I kiss my way down to my favorite part of her, especially after I tasted her last night.

“Mmmm, ohhhh, please…” she whined, her tiny fingers grabbing my long hair continuously while I feasted on her virgin cunt.

She was so wet, it tasted like the perfect sin. As my tongue flicks on her clit nonstop, she shivers violently and moans so loud I bet the entire wing knows she is having an orgasm.

“Stars! Sweet pie, you are the best.” I kiss her; she is dazed, but I quickly take my clothes off.

She gasped at the rod between my legs, a first time for her; the way she looked at it got me harder. “I can't wait to bury my cock deep inside your walls.”

Using the tip, I rub on her entrance for a while, getting her all wet and ready for me.

When I finally impaled her, she choked on her tears, lips mouthing, “So big…”

“I'm sorry… it'll feel better soon.” I groaned as I thrust into her again and again.

*Slap! Slap slap—the sounds of our flesh filled the room.

Then she began to moan, sweet lustful whimpers of pleasure; the pain was gone, and now came the bliss.

“Uncle! Oh my, yeah… yes!”

“Yes, sweet pea! Take Uncle’s delicious cock, hmm, all of it. You take it so well!”

We groan together, our screams of ecstasy echoing all over. I turned her over after she cums again.

Her ass in the air as I thrust from behind, “This tight, wet pussy is mine now, sweet pea.”

*slap slap*

“Oh yes! Yes, Uncle, please don't stop.” she cries when my fingers wrap her hair and I pull hard.

My palm connects with her ass; the feeling of finally being inside her is out of this world.

I could barely hold on; her pussy squeezed me tight, and I came hard, growling loud as pleasure ruined me.

Harsh breaths filled the room now, until a voice boomed in the darkness. “I want more, sweet pea.”

And just like that, all through the night I fucked my niece in every position possible.