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Her Body (Girl X Girl) By alabastersnow Characters: 19002

Updated: 2018-06-04 18:02



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THIS HAS GOT to be some sort of sick joke, Bleu's mind and heart felt warped. I dated Paris' cousin. I actually fucking dated her cousin. And he's alive.

The entire room erupted in polite applause, and the two men gave simple nods of gesture. Dean was smiling, looking even more handsome in his dark hair than he did with blond.

He was the one who betrayed me, Bleu's hands shook as she gripped her dress. He set up Paris' ambush at school. He pretended to rescue her. He gained her trust, drove her back home, and led the rest of the mob there to attack Kael. Bleu solved the pieces in her mind. And to think I ever felt terrible for being with the girl I love!

When Dean flashed that mega-watt smile that was identical to his father's, Bleu barely contained herself from slapping him.

Paris was just as in shock as she was. She had been going to school with her own cousin for the past decade. He had bullied, made fun of, and ignored her and now she finds that the same blood coursed through their veins. When did he know? Had he known all his life that he had our royal blood? Jealousy and anger rose up within her; he led a normal life, unhunted, happy, and loved. He probably grew up knowing who his real parents were. And now to find that they were of the same bloodline struck a chord in Paris. He truly was the biggest asshole to ever exist. She never should have trusted him.

Everything else after that drowned out. After the huge announcement, Bleu and her parents, Paris, Natasja, and Kael were all escorted into a dimly lit room. A man wearing glasses that were way too small for him sat behind a desk, smiling at them as they walked in. No one smiled back.

In a moment, Dante and his son walked in, big smiles plastered on their faces.

"Ah, I see we're all gathered here now, " Dante rubbed his hands together slowly. No shit, sherlock. "The lawyer is here to legalize the documents and the abdication of the princess. As promised, I will gaurantee her loved ones' safety." He extended his arm to the chair at the center of the room; it was facing the desk. Papers were scattered on the desk but there was only one main one Paris had to sign.

Bleu's parents stood on either side of her, unmoving as they watched the tall brunette slowly walk across the room. Together with Natasja and Kael, they watched the lawyer make eye contact with the princess before nodding his head for her to proceed. Paris reached for a fountain pen and steadied her hand over the paper. In a few strokes of the small object, they were going to be free and she would be stripped of the title princess.

"Wait, " Dean cut in and Paris looked back at him, the tip of her pen almost touching the piece of parchment. "Paris isn't eighteen years old yet, correct? That means she's not legal for the throne."

"And what are you saying, boy?" Dante raised a brow, impatient.

What the fuck is he doing now? Bleu frowned, skeptical.

"Dad, for her to legally abdicate from her royal position, she would either need to wait until her 18th birthday for her to be a legal adult and sign it herself, or have her guardians do it, " Dean pointed out. "Who, as we all know, are dead."

"But she's old enough to decide for herself isn't she?" Dante was pacing, looking at the man behind the desk.

"I'm afraid your son is right, sir, " the lawyer cleared his throat. "Had I known she was still a minor, I would have warned you myself. We must wait for her to turn eighteen before we proceed."

"Which is in about four days, " Bleu spoke. "Don't tell me you're planning to keep us locked up in here for four days!"

"Of course I am, " Dante replied casually. "Four days is a small price to pay for being free the rest of your life." He nodded at the man behind the desk. "We'll see you in four days."

Bleu wanted to throw a tantrum in frustration. That's it? Just like that? One minute we're sleeping in my house and the next we're attending a fucking ball and are taken as prisoners? Sadly, she said none of that. Those stupid guards still had their guns. And she was still a freaking coward.

"I'll take the girls back to their room, " Dean said. "I have some private matters to discuss."

"What are you going to talk about?" Mr. Ivy crossed his arms. "Because as you can probably tell, Mr. Collins, I don't trust you anymore." He had all the time in the world to be sarcastic.

"It's private for a reason, Mr. Ivy, " Dean straightened his tie. "I give you my word I will not lay a hand on them."

Mr. Ivy frowned before a guard steered him and his wife away.

"See that you don't, Prince Dean, " Mrs. Ivy sneered. "Or you will have to answer to me." Dean's reply was a tilted smile.

"Where are you taking my parents?" Bleu almost raised her voice as she watched her parents escorted out the room so suddenly. Everything was happening so quickly.

"Don't worry, they won't be lacking in anything, " Dante sighed as he produced a cigar from one of the wooden shelves in the meticulously decorated room. Bleu had no doubt every room in this palace was exquisite. "Hell, they might not want to leave ever again. Maybe they won't." He chuckled. Bleu had to clench her fists her to stop herself from letting them fly at his smug face.

"Enjoy your stay here, girls. There's absolutely nothing to worry about."


Once in the equally well-furnished room that the girls had occupied earlier that evening, the tension could easily be felt. Dean had told his bodyguards to wait outside and had locked the door, also blocking out any sound due to the door

o breathe as the blonde's lithe body was revealed. She was stunning. Every curve, every inch of smooth skin.

She bit her lip again, running a hand through her silky blonde hair and letting it fall around her as she stood at the foot of the bed. She placed her knee on the bed, then the other, and her hands dropped. She slowly crawled towards Paris, making the other almost hypervantilate at the sight.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, Paris chanted in her head. This was different from when she was in control. Their roles were reversed so quickly. Dominant Bleu was hot as hell.

Bleu winked at Paris before arching her naked body against the Princess' blanket covered one. She could feel the heat from her body throught the soft material, and gulped.

"You're wearing too much, " Bleu said, barely above a whisper. She dipper her tongue at the hollow of her throat as her fingers traced ultra light patterns on her flat stomach. She was barely touching her, teasing her until Paris snapped.

Fuck it, if we die tomorrow at least I'll die happy. She pulled Bleu's head from her chest and mashed their lips together. The euphoria she felt at the contact of their lips was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She shivered in delight when their tongues danced. Their lips separated long enough for Paris to pull her shirt over her head before their mouths connected again. Bleu threw the covers off Paris without breaking their kiss. The brunette only wore a tshirt and her panties to bed, and Bleu was pleased she didn't have to take off another clothing except those. She straddled the brunette, their breasts mashed together. Their kisses soon grew more aggressive, and Bleu grinded her hips against Paris', making her moan in her mouth. Bleu swallowed the vibrations then broke the kiss to pant for air. She then placed open-mouthed kisses down her sternum and across her chest. When she latched on to a nipple, Paris threw her head back and groaned at the sensation. Bleu swirled her tongue around her nipple, flicked it, then bit it. Paris was gripping the bed sheets hard. After giving attention to that one, Bleu moved on to the other breast, giving the same actions that made Paris curl her toes.

"Bleu, " Paris panted. She blindly groped for Bleu's hand, guiding it to her core. The blonde let go of her nipple with a smack, retracting her hand and wagging her finger at Paris.

"Oh no, no, no, milady, " she tsked. "I'm in charge."

She moved down her long body, smiling at the trail of sweat she found between the brunette's abs. When she was right in fron of her core, she seductively looked up at Paris through her eyelashes. Then her teeth latched on to the top of her panties and pulled them down, slowly.

"Bleu, " Paris whimpered. "Please. I need you."

"Shhh, " Bleu nuzzled her nose in Paris' pussy, her clit in contact with skin. "I'm gonna make you feel so good."

At the first lick, Paris just about exploded. And when Bleu's tongue went inside, Paris' breath hitched. When she started tracing the alphabet with her tongue, Paris' knuckles were clenched and white against the sheets.

"Oh fuck, " Paris breathed, her neck arched and exposed to the air. "Please don't stop." Her hands moved up to her own breasts as Bleu continued her ministrations.

Bleu moaned against her pussy, sending vibrations that almost pushed Paris over the edge. She then added two fingers, pushing them in to the knuckles while she licked and sucked her clit.

Paris whimpered and let out a low moan, her eyes clenched shut, her thighs pulled taut.

Bleu went faster, Paris' moans got louder.

"Cum for me, " Bleu's hot breath was against her ear as her fingers quickened their pace.

The Princess shattered.

The next four days were going to be long.

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