Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 679: Disastrous Memory

Elara placed the globe in Islinda’s hands. "Hold it tightly and think of a cherished memory, the globe will do the rest of the job, encapsulating the moment forever," she instructed.

Islinda closed her eyes and focused on a particular memory from her childhood. She was back on the farm with her papa, the sun shining warmly on them as they worked side by side. She remembered the earthy scent of the soil and the vibrant green of the crops surrounding them. It was a peaceful day, the kind that made her feel safe and loved.

Suddenly, she felt something creeping up her arm, making her uncomfortable . She looked down to see a small caterpillar making its way up her body. Oh no.

"Papa!" She screamed in terror, her voice echoing across the field. She hated creeping things.

Her father rushed over, laughing softly as he gently removed the tiny insect. "It’s just a little caterpillar," he said, his voice soothing. "No need to be scared."

Calmed by his presence, young Islinda nodded and went back to work, feeling a bit foolish for her reaction. Not long after, her father called out again, "Islinda, there’s another caterpillar on you!"

Her younger self nearly went gaga, her heart racing as she screamed once more. But this time, as she looked up, she saw her father laughing heartily.

Realizing he had been teasing her, she felt a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Papa!" she yelled, grabbing the watering can she had been using to spray the crops.

Her father’s eyes widened in mock fear as she aimed the can at him. "No, not the water!" he laughed, turning to run. She chased after him, spraying water in his direction as he darted between the rows of crops, their laughter ringing out joyfully.

It was one of the warmest, most comforting memories she had of her father. The sound of their laughter filled her heart with a bittersweet warmth.

Unknown to Islinda since she had her eyes closed, as she focused on this cherished moment, the globe in her hands began to glow softly. Inside, a miniature scene of the farm was already beginning to appear: her father laughing, her younger self holding the watering can, and the caterpillar that had started it all.

"Good, you’re almost there." She heard Elara’s voice encourage her from behind.

Confident now, Islinda felt a mix of joy and excitement. She couldn’t wait to give Aldric this special gift, hoping he’d like it. Or maybe Eli. Well, both of them would still see it at the end. Although Islinda began to wonder if both of them would like it because though they were one, they still possessed unique tastes.

Doubt crept in and Islinda wondered if he would have preferred a better memory. Perhaps a steamier one. Would he have loved a memory of their first kiss — or sex.

Islinda felt her cheeks flush as heated memories filled her head. Knowing that Pervert Aldric, he would no doubt appreciate a live replay of their time together. At least from her own point of view. It would be interesting to him.

It wasn’t until shocked gasp ranged across the room that it startled Islinda into opening her eyes, eager to see what had brought about the reaction, only for her eyes to fall on the memories she had evoked in the glass and nearly fainted.

[ The door was ajar when Islinda arrived and she was blinded with excitement; she didn’t notice the strange noise coming from his bedroom until it was too late. It turned out that Aldric was not alone. He had "company" and they were busy.

Islinda recognized the female Fae on Aldric’s bed, Rosalind. She was the same Fae who had made that snarky remark about her figure and Islinda burned with anger at the reminder. She should turn away and let them be but Islinda couldn’t take her eyes off as if she was somehow enchanted to watch them.

Rosalind was on all four and Aldric pressed her head to the bed while her bottom was hoisted in the air. He held her hips with both hands and drove in wildly and it was no wonder Rosalind couldn’t see her even though she was turned her way. She was lost in pleasure.

Feet stuck to the ground, face heated, Islinda found her breath stolen as Aldric thrust into Rosalind so hard and fast it caused her to squeal loudly. He slammed into her harder, his movements growing more frenzied so that the smacking sound of their sex grew louder in the room and it was a real wonder she didn’t hear the litany of their moans, groans, and squeals earlier.

Aldric’s thrust was powerful. Raw. Intense. And he mated like a savage such that Islinda began to fear for Rosalind as she whimpered and writhed beneath him. What if he killed her with sex?

But to her shock, even as Aldric plowed through her, the female Fae loved every bit of it, asking for more and leaving her horrified. Had it been her, he would have broken her by now. Islinda wasn’t sure her body could handle such rough sex. Not that she was going to ask for one. By the gods, what was going on with her?

And per her request, Aldric destroyed her because the next moment Rosalind shattered around him, crying out her climax.

Aldric came too with a cry that echoed through her, leaving Islinda shaken - and aroused. He pulled out to streak Rosalind’s bottom cheeks with his seed and her eyes widened at the sight of him. Valerie’s was defined, but that was something else. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Islinda was suddenly parched, the room hot and smelly with sex. She had to get out of here. However, dark eyes shot towards her, startling her and she couldn’t make a move.

Aldric said to her flirtatiously,

"I didn’t take you for a voyeur, Islinda. But then..." He chuckled darkly, "You keep on surprising me, little human. However, there is still space if you want to. You would find out that my energy is limitless and after a night like this, I’m sure you would want to forget about my brother too..." He coaxed her like a cunning fox, "Trust me, I can give you an unforgettable experience."

And that was all Islinda needed to run out of the room and down the hall, her feet taking her towards her room and she went in, locking her door from behind. ]

Gabbi instinctively covered Milo’s eyes while the others were frozen in shock.

"T-this...." Islinda was wide-eyed, stunned. She had never been this mortified in her entire life.

It turned out that while she had gotten distracted with those happy heated thoughts, that particular memory got encapsulated in the process. And it couldn’t be reversed.

When all eyes turned towards her, Islinda began to slowly retreat, "I think this is the point where I say goodbye."

Before anyone could stop her, Islinda had already ran out of the store.

"Young miss!" They all called and ran after her. All except Kalamazoo.

He turned to Elara, " How much would that cost?"

Prince Aldric would love to see that.