I did my best but sometimes scenes pop into my head that fit in the 'verse' but not the story. So this is in 'Who Wants To Marry A Princess' Verse but not technically 'A Contest of Wills'.

This idea would just not leave me alone...

And of course its smut. I need to wash my brain out with bleach or something...

I'll try to keep it clean. Don't count on it, but I can try.

Anyway this one at least. Totally NSFW, but on the off chance you like when I write that sort of thing.

ENJOY!

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He stormed into her rooms without thinking. She jumped; startled even more by the look he was giving her, than his presence. Anika stood before him barely dressed. Covered only by the gown she wore to bed. The fact didn't seem to bother her; so he didn't let it bother him. He was lucky; all her maids had retired for the night. Even Lady Donna was gone; it seemed odd, but he didn't think much about that either. He simply started complaining about her choice to keep Hart. Demanding she explain herself. So she did.

"I don't know Jack, maybe I like the attention. He may want me for the wrong reasons, but at least I know he really wants me and not just my crown." Anika declared with her hands on her hips.

"You know your father wouldn't approve." Jack replied; it was a week argument and he knew it.

"You going to tell on me, Jack?" She hissed and added. "Go ahead. Gods and Goddesses you really are just like every other Prince." She huffed and he didn't know how; but he knew she was feeling a little sad, even more he felt her anger. Anger at being played.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He balked; knowing, but still wanting her to say it.

"Every other Prince, Jack. After nothing, but the crown. Pandering to my father, kind and polite to me. I guess I'm meant to be thankful. Gods forbid I want more. Shows me for hoping, any of you would want to share my bed for more than an heir." She spouted, then turned away and he wanted to pull her back; but his limbs wouldn't move.

"That's not… not true." He tried, cringing at the words plaintiveness.

She rounded on him. "How am I supposed to know Jack? At least Hart isn't afraid of a little…impropriety." Anika grumbled, starting to walk away from him again.

Suddenly he was able to pull her into his arms. "You want impropriety. How's this then?" He purred as she yelped.

"Definitely a start…" She agreed.

He tugged her down to the chaise. Starting to enjoy this game. "Now?"

She was sitting beside him still. He let one hand grip hers. The other arm winding around her hip. "Good… Doing good." She mumbled and he knew she was reacting just as he would want her too. She showed very little resistance; not the shy Anika he knew, but he didn't care.

He chuckled softly before pulling her into his lap. Their noses practically touching. The huff of her breath, minty and fresh, wafting his cheeks. He watched the rise and fall of her chest; nipples straining against the satin gown. Oh this had to be a dream and he was going to enjoy it! Feeling bold; almost sure, he wouldn't be stopped, he reached out and cupped a breast. Trailing his thumb across the hardened peak. "What about now?" Jack whispered in her ear. Licking at the lobe. The heat of her settling over his cock as she adjusted and straddled him. His already straining length jumped and he groaned. Wanting so bad to sink himself deep in that teasing warmth.

"Scandalous…" Anika admitted in a breath, abruptly grabbing his hair and moving him so she could claim his lips. "Jack I…" She panted as the kiss broke. Finding her voice she added. "Please, please tell me you'll still want me tomorrow… please." She whispered, with her eyes squeezed shut.

He gently forced her to look at him. Even in a dream he felt compelled to assure her. "I think I'll always want you." Jack replied honestly; pulling her in for another meeting of their lips. He trailed off, kissing a line down her jaw then across her shoulder as he pulled the strap of the slip away. She pulled it back; clearly embarrassed and trying to explain. He held a finger to her lips and smirked. "Clothes stay on, its ok I can work with that." As if to prove the fact; he ducked down to tease her nipples through the light fabric. His tongue leaving wet marks.

She gasped; holding his head to her body. Her hands twisting in his hair, only spurring him on. Trying not to buck as her hips started to wind. Anika blushed at her own moans of pleasure, but rather than laugh, like she expected. He told her she sounded really sexy.

She squeaked and turned beet red when he asked her. He wanted the chance to show her she was more than a prize to him. So he asked if she would let him at least feel her pussy. Pretty sure; she wouldn't refuse him; but still wanting to ask. Any other circumstance and he'd never try talking dirty to her like this; so bold, so soon. Especially; not knowing what she'd like. This was a dream however; he was almost sure of it and he was pulling out all the stops.

"Honestly, I'd really like to taste your pussy." Jack admitted in a purr, deciding to, 'go for broke' and test his theory. Starting to lick up her neck then lean over to kiss her. Gently laying her back after she admitted she'd secretly wanted him to. Oh yeah, totally a dream. Trailing his fingertips over her thighs; he hoped to help her relax. "You are so beautiful. And I'm gonna make you feel so good." Jack promised as he hooked his fingers in her knickers and dragged them down.

He slid a finger through, parting her folds. Gods she was slick; wet for him already. Jack hummed in pleasure, licking the finger before pushing two into her. She gasped, her back arching. He grinned, pumping his fingers as his spare hand held her hips down. His tongue stabbed at her clit and she was quietly crying his name like a prayer.

"Such a wet, tight, gorgeous pussy." Jack purred again; leaning down to lap and suckle the folds before continuing to thrust his fingers, back into her slick heat. Enjoying the freedom he felt knowing this was just a good, oh so good, dream.

And oh she tasted so sweet; like he knew she would. He moved again and licked at her like an iced treat. Reveling in her fingers twisting in his hair. Goddess he wanted to make her cum so bad. Wanted to see her shatter, overwhelmed by so much pleasure.

As if he'd really asked for it.

"Jack! Oh Gods Jack I'm…" She cried, her hand clenching.

"Let go beautiful, cum for me." He instructed; adding pressure to the thumb on her clit.

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He woke with her echoing cry of ecstasy still ringing in his ears. His cock hard, sweat on his chest and oddly enough her taste on his tongue. Jack didn't even go for a shower. Fisting himself and imagining it was the silky wet glide of Anika's pussy and not his hand. Not that he knew for real, but the dream had been close enough. He grunted and panted as he worked frantically to bring himself off.

Thankful he'd thrown the covers aside as his cum shot over his fist. Flopping back to the pillows behind as he gasped for breath. He didn't often cum like that just from a dream…

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