行尸走肉第3季

Emily sat alone in her room, holding her wristband, contemplating her next decision.

Her brother had come to her earlier in the week asking if she knew Ryan.

She had stated she knew him but didn't go into detail.

That day he came was after she kissed Ryan, so she was certain he had heard about the incident.

But contrary to her expectation, Gregory said that Ryan had suddenly shot up in ranks and claimed he wanted to keep the top 10 list clear of cheaters, as is a royal's duty.

Emily immediately berated him and vehemently denied Ryan could do such a thing.

A prince never lied. He was a symbol of justice and love.

Besides, Ryan was different from other guys. He was sweet, charming, and protective. A person like that wouldn't cheat, at least for no good reason.

Her brother claimed he had already been caught cheating on the entrance exam, but she didn't buy it.

She trusted Ryan much more than her brother.

Her brother was the black sheep of the family, and her other siblings didn't even talk to him because all he did was flaunt his status and money.

He was older than her by two years, which is why the two were closer than the other siblings, but she felt sickened that her brother would slander Ryan behind his back.

She told him he'd regret it if he dared to touch Ryan and figured he'd leave it alone.

But right now, she'd gotten a message from a classmate that said a big illusion barrier had been discovered around the boy's dorm.

Just as she was starting to message Ryan, she heard a knock at her door.

Thinking it was the friend who had messaged her, she ran to the door.

But to her shock and delight, it wasn't her friend. It was Ryan.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind as she envisioned the afternoon a week ago out of the Astro Ball field.

His lips were moist and tasted like freedom. His hands wrapped around her waist like a shield that could block and attack. Their chests pressed together, signifying the union of man and woman, the holiest of holy acts.

She had broken away and run, not because she disliked the feeling.

No, she found the feeling too good.

As she ran, the sensations made her euphorically happy, and anyone that saw her as she ran back to her room couldn't help smiling from how contagious her smile was.

She had returned to her dorm and only realized that she had left Ryan alone in the field. She wanted to contact him right then and there but was too afraid.

'What if he misunderstands and thinks I regretted kissing him?' Her thoughts raced. She couldn't make up her mind and ended up spending the past nights rolling in bed as she thought about his lips.

She had found herself at night having dreams of them together, where Ryan would say she did nothing wrong, and they would connect as her sister taught her.

He would hug her from behind and whisper sweet nothings into her ear.

He would wrap his lips around hers and call her princess.

She loved being called a princess. It seemed like the best compliment in the world when coming out of Ryan's mouth.

He would burst into the room and say she couldn't be away from him anymore and they had to be together forever.

She wanted it so bad it hurt.

Staring up at him now, her previous dreams that had seemed inconceivable no longer felt so far off.

Seeing Emily open the door, Ryan was delighted, and when he saw what she was wearing, his little brother joined him in his delight.

She wore short tan silk pajamas that matched her silky smooth legs.

The pajamas invoked one's imagination by revealing her nice legs that went up until a short pair of bottoms covered them.

Her top left her shoulders exposed, which were covered by her lime green hair that cascaded down from her lovely head.

Her eyes sparkled as they opened wide in their own delight at seeing him.

The joy of being wanted was something Ryan had missed.

His relationship with the other girls had started off fast and needed more time to develop properly.

His relationship with Mara started off with a simple transaction in the exam, something that didn't exactly spark feelings.

His relationship with the demon sisters started off unconventional, as, in their first meeting, Ryan accepted them as slaves.

But with Emily, he had taken things slowly and worked hard to make sure there was a genuine connection before taking this step.

As for Grace, Avery, and Valery, he wasn't interested in converting them, at least not yet.

He only had three slots; since Mara was away, Emily was the obvious choice.

"My princess, your prince has missed you," Ryan said as he saw the red-faced Emily gawk at him for several seconds.

Emily felt tears spring into her eyes, and she jumped toward Ryan.

Catching Emily just like he had on the field a week ago, Ryan felt the silk below his palms and became more aroused.

Looking into her eyes, Ryan whispered, "Emily," Ryan paused and then said, "If I asked you to become mine, would you?"

Ryan felt Emily shutter as those words caused an orgasmic-like sensation to erupt inside Emily.

"Yes," a soft whisper was her only reply.

Ryan entered her room, holding her, and closed the door behind him.

Carrying Emily to the bed, he sat down with Emily on his lap, the two eye-to-eye.

"Do you know how men and women express their love, my princess?" Ryan said as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Emily bit her lip, looked into Ryan's emerald eye, and said, "I know I'm pretty naïve, but how about I show you what I know about expressing love."

Emily pushed Ryan back on the bed and stood, "Just sit back and enjoy the show."

Emily's heartbeat was racing, but she tried to remain calm.

She had three older sisters, all of whom had come to this school before and had gotten into trouble for the same reason, premarital sex.

For children of Dukes and high-ranking military members, there was pretty much no way to marry up in society unless you fell in love with someone from another kingdom.

The royal family was the only way to marry up in rank, but their lineage was small, and any possible marriage would be with a foreign empire.

Thus preserving chastity for them wasn't seen as an end-all-be-all.

There was still the humiliation of the parent, but in that case, their mother didn't care.

She was known for her carnivorous appetite for sex when it came to both men and women, and she raised her daughters the same way.

But most of her training came from her sisters. They had instructed her on how to please both men and women.

Slowly turning around, Emily danced with her hips swaying in a circular motion.

Ryan watched Emily's ass move hypnotizingly side to side in awe, 'There's no way…'

Out of all the girls he's been with, would Emily really be the one to take the most control?

Ryan prepared his defenses as he strapped himself in for a pleasant show that was certainly going to end in a sticky situation one way or another.