Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 896: Power Struggle

"I want more," Islinda suddenly blurted out, her own voice startling her. The words hung in the air between them, charged with a need she didn’t fully comprehend.

Sure, she had enjoyed their lovemaking, but it wasn’t enough. A gnawing hunger stirred inside her, as if her body wasn’t satisfied, as if her reserves weren’t filled at all. And since when did she have reserves?

The question nagged at her, but ever since merging with Azula, nothing about her made sense anymore. Her emotions, her thoughts, even her physical urges, everything felt foreign.

It was as if she and Azula, the powerful Succubus spirit entwined within her, were no longer two separate beings but were slowly merging into one. Azula’s lustful appetite had become her own, and the lines between them blurred more with each passing moment.

Aldric looked up at her, his expression shifting from mild surprise to amusement. "Not that I’m complaining, but since when do you call for another round?"

His voice was teasing, but there was an edge of excitement in his eyes. Usually, it was Aldric who seduced her, coaxing her into another bout of passion with a wicked smile and touches. Islinda taking control like this was... new. And he liked it.

Before Aldric could utter another word, Islinda was already moving. She climbed on top of him, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Her hands reached down to grasp him, and she felt a surge of power at the feel of his hardness in her palm.

There was no hesitation in her movements as she positioned him at her entrance. The heat of him against her made her pulse quicken, and then, with a single, deliberate motion, she sank down onto him.

Aldric let out a deep groan, his hands flying to her hips as she took him in. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, tight, perfect.

Islinda gasped, the breath knocked out of her as he filled her completely, stretching her in a way that made her toes curl. He felt so good inside her, so impossibly right, and for a moment, she could do nothing but sit there, her body adjusting to the delicious fullness of him.

Then she began to move.

She found a rhythm almost immediately, her hips grinding into him with a fluidity that made Aldric’s head spin. He thrust up to meet her, his eyes locked on her as she rode him, their movements perfectly in sync. Each time he thrust into her, she let out a soft moan, the sound of her pleasure driving him wild.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" Islinda’s voice was breathy, her words coming out in gasps as she lost herself in the pleasure. Her hands were gripping his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him harder, faster. Aldric could only smile beneath her, loving the sight of her so thoroughly consumed by desire.

And then, without warning, something shifted.

Islinda’s movements grew more frantic, more vigorous, and her moans took on a deeper, more guttural tone. Aldric’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening—this wasn’t Islinda anymore. It was Azula.

"Hell, you feel so good!" Azula moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. Her hips moved with a wild, frenzied energy, bouncing on top of Aldric with a force that made him groan in response. There was a dark gleam in her eyes, and she looked down at him with a smirk, relishing every second of it.

Aldric couldn’t help but admire her speed, her intensity. Azula’s control over Islinda’s body was mesmerizing, and the sensation of her riding him with such vigor was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. His hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements as she slammed down onto him over and over.

But just as quickly as Azula had taken control, Islinda was back. Her eyes flickered open, burning with annoyance. "Tell her she’s had her turn. Now it’s mine," Islinda growled, the frustration evident in her voice. She hated how Azula always interfered, always took control at the most inconvenient moments.

Aldric barely had time to register her words before Azula pushed through again. "Tell her to make me," Azula taunted, her smirk widening.

She loved teasing Islinda, knowing it drove her mad with anger and jealousy. But Islinda’s anger only fueled her own pleasure, and she continued to ride Aldric with a fierceness that had him groaning, his body trembling beneath her.

Aldric, meanwhile, was caught in the middle of this battle between the two women, each transition between Islinda and Azula bringing him to new heights of pleasure.

His breathing became ragged, his control slipping as his release neared. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last under the intense onslaught of sensations.

Azula, sensing his nearing climax, slowed her movements, taking him deeper and more deliberately.

"It feels good, doesn’t it?" she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She loved the way he responded to her, the way his body trembled with the effort of holding back.

But then Islinda reappeared, and with a fire in her eyes, she took control once more. Aldric groaned, his hips bucking upward as he neared the edge, his release only seconds away. He could feel her tightening around him as well, her body trembling with pleasure as she rode him faster, harder.

And then, just as Aldric began to teeter over the edge, something else interrupted them.

It turned out Aldric’s earlier jokes about monsters in the water had not been a joke after all. Unbeknownst to the two of them, a goblin had been watching from the shadows, its mischievous eyes gleaming as it prepared for a sneak attack. With a wicked grin, it began to move toward them, its steps silent and its intent deadly.

But Islinda—and Azula—had already sensed its presence. Even in the midst of their battle for control, they had not let their guard down. The goblin lunged just as Islinda reached her climax, her body shuddering violently as a wave of dark energy rippled from her. The force of her orgasm sent a shockwave through the air, and the goblin never stood a chance.

The wave of energy tore through its body, ripping it apart before it even realized what had happened. Its lifeless form collapsed to the ground, its limbs severed and its expression frozen in a grotesque mixture of shock and confusion.

Islinda, very much aware of the carnage she had just caused yet gave no fuck about it, collapsed onto Aldric, her body spent and trembling from the intensity of her love making.

Aldric, still catching his breath, looked up at her with a mixture of awe and affection. He began to kiss her face, her neck, trailing soft, tender kisses along her skin as she lay on top of him.

"That was twisted. Seems like we’ll have to get used to this," Islinda muttered, her voice heavy with exhaustion. The merging with Azula, the constant battle for control, the intensity of their shared desires, it was all so overwhelming.

Aldric chuckled softly, his hands running soothingly up and down her back. "I’d say we’re off to a pretty good start," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

Despite their desire to stay longer by the river, the presence of a goblin meant there could be more lurking nearby. Both Aldric and Islinda, though powerful Fae, still needed rest after the intense events.

While Aldric had teased earlier about making Islinda walk back naked with only his shadows as cover, he offered her his tunic instead.

The fabric fell to her thighs, providing enough modesty, while shadows wrapped around her waist and legs like a dark, ethereal cloud. Aldric himself settled for just his trousers, though his aura of power and command made even that look princely.

As they walked back, no one approached them or even dared to glance in their direction. The presence of Aldric’s dark magic kept everyone at bay, a silent reminder of his dominion. When they arrived at camp, a tent had already been set up for them. Without a word, the two entered and settled into their makeshift bed.

Islinda turned toward Aldric, who lay beside her, his eyes still open, scanning the surroundings even from within the tent.

"Sleep," she urged softly.

Aldric shook his head slightly. "What if there’s another attack? While we’re asleep?"

"The others will handle it, you’ve done enough for today." Islinda assured him firmly.

Aldric wanted to argue, but Islinda interrupted him, her eyes meeting his with an unwavering gaze. "You’ll be more useful on the battlefield if you’re rested and in good condition." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Her words struck him, and though his natural instinct was to resist, he couldn’t deny her logic.

Without further protest, Aldric finally relented. He pulled Islinda close, his arms wrapping around her protectively, her body fitting perfectly against his. His heart slowed, and gradually, his eyes fluttered shut.

For the first time that night, Aldric allowed himself to rest, his mate tucked safely in his arms.