The Stalker – Chapter 2

During these months, I have met the most incredible Voltron Fan’s ever and most of all, those chicks that really dig the Big Bad Blue Prince. Some of them have really gone to the extremes, so being stalked is more common than we think.

Now on to Chapter 2 of The Stalker, I hope you enjoy:

I was lead by her escorts to a small dining room where there were servants preparing the table for just two dinner guests. The youngsters with the tight uniforms seemed very uncomfortable by my presence, but held their tongues of any comments they had lingering inside their minds. After they escorted me, they left the room with just the servants and two guards who promptly waited outside.

Not long after, Princess Allura appeared in the dining room. She had a different dress, which accentuated her slim figure but still made her look elegant and classy. I stood up when she entered and one of the servants accommodated her seat, then she sat down. After she was comfortable I took my seat also. I noticed how her make up just enhanced her beautiful features, her hair was carefully combed and her nails were neatly manicured. She had a very distinctly scent of wild flowers that emanated from her very essence. Everything about her physical self was perfect. She seemed to be the kind of princess that took very good care of her appearance. She was truly a vision to sore eyes.

She noticed that I was studying her and she smiled at me. Suddenly she asked:

“Well your highness, what do you think of my little private dining room?”

I looked at my surroundings and answered: “It’s quite accommodating…”

Then she chuckled and said: “I bet you are used to more luxurious dining rooms…”

“I do admire beautiful things…” I commented.

“I bet you do”.

While the servants began offering us the different courses, she said: “Talking about beautiful things, I’ve seen photos of your father King Zarkon, you absolutely don’t resemble him that much…”

“Why would I want to look like my father?” I asked while picking the appetizing meat that smelled absolutely mouth watering.

“Hmmm, good question…” she commented before she drank a sip of water.

“My life is quite difficult enough living with him.” I added.

“I bet it is hard for you…” she said sheepishly.

“It is hard when the wine runs out…”

“So you have to get drunk just to live by?” she frowned.

“Well, the group therapy helps too…”

“You’re getting group therapy help?” she seemed scandalized.

“Yeah, when I go to the bar with my commanders and officers, we all get drunk together.” I smirked at her.

She suddenly giggled and asked: “And that’s your group therapy…?”

“Of course…!” I replied remembering how on one of those rounds I went to the bar with the guys and casually heard of that same princess I was dining with.

“Oh wow, at least you have a sense of humor. You’re the first prince that I’ve met that actually has one. Somehow all others seem just intimidated by me. I don’t know why, I’m an excellent hostess…” she had an innocent look while she said this.

“I don’t doubt you are, my fair princess. You were quite persuasive inviting me to dinner…”

Then she looked at me straight to the eyes with those amazing blue orbs of hers and commented: “Well, I was just intrigued as to why would you come all the way from your home planet to make a challenge with one of my men…”

“I had no choice, I had to ease my father’s anger for loosing Namedia.”

“So then you’re not planning on fighting one of my men?” she asked.

“No, I still have to…” I shook my head.

“Oh don’t be such a gruff. Maybe we can make some kind of arrangement.” Then she put her hand on top of mine.

I was amazed that she would touch my hand so casually and I asked: “What do you have in mind?”

She smirked at me and said: “Maybe we should get to know each other a little bit more… I like tall, daring princes with a sense of humor and you seem the dangerous type…”

Then I stuttered: “I…I have to admit that my hobbies c-could be classified by you humans as gruesome…”

She narrowed her eyes and asked: “Gruesome? What do you do for fun?”

I shrugged while I answered: “Well, the usual… robeast killing at the arena, torturing slaves, frantic sex at my harem…”

Then I suddenly stopped… I noticed too late that I shouldn’t have mentioned about the frantic sex in my harem. Then she started leering at me seemingly more interested in my last comment. I gulped hard and slow while I imagined my clothes flying away from my body and felt naked before her. Then she put the hand that was previously on top of mine on her chin while she asked:

“So, you have a lot of sex, huh?” she arched a brow and smirked waiting for my answer.

“Ugh, yes I have…” I said slowly.

“That makes you a very experienced guy.” That damned smirk wouldn’t leave her face now.

She kept looking at me suggestively while she licked her lips. I slowly nodded and temporarily forgot my meal while I observed her reaction to my last response…

“I always wondered…” she stopped and seemed to be pensive.

“Yes?” I arched a brow wondering what she failed to finish. Then I slowly started to eat again.

“Is it true what they say about you drules?” she narrowed her eyes thin.

“What do you mean, your highness?” I asked while I bit of a piece of bread.

“That you’re well endowed?”

I almost choked with the piece of bread that I was about to swallow.

I cleared my throat and asked: “I beg you pardon?”

“You heard me big boy. I’m not such a prude, and I don’t expect to marry a virgin either. I’ve had my indiscretions… all of us royals can have a damn good time, can’t we?”

She let out a hearty laugh, and I couldn’t help but agree and mimic her expression. But honestly, this girl could’ve fooled me at first.

“You still haven’t answered my question…how long is it?” She was leering at me again.

I decided to follow her game so I shamelessly answered: “Twelve inches long…”

She stared at me as studying my expression and said: “Liar! You couldn’t be more than 7 inches, you guys always exaggerate everything…” She shook her head in denial.

“You’re right, I lied. You got me…” I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

“I knew it” she seemed disappointed.

I kept my grimace serious and decided to be honest: “Seriously, I’m more like… thirteen inches long”.

She opened her eyes wide and started to gasp putting her manicured hand over her heaving chest. Then she finally said:

“I would have to see that to believe it.”

“Do you have a measuring tape?” I shrugged.

She started to laugh and said: “Prince Lotor, you are absolutely conceited and arrogant.”

“Well thank you. That is flattering…” I answered grinning.

“But I do like your sense of humor. And don’t worry; we’ll have time to find out more about your…measurements…” she started leering at me again while I smirked at her.

While we savored that delicious meal, our animated conversation continued a little bit more. I kept playing my prince charming role, trying my best ad-libs during my interventions. I couldn’t help but mentally lust after such an attractive girl. She was such a delectable creature to look at…and she seemed to lust after me too…I bet she would’ve been a great fuck. I was almost sure that our dessert would be a great romp in the sack. Well, I thought that until she opened her mouth again and started to say:

“So that’s settled then…”

I slightly smiled and asked her: “What’s settled?”

“My dear prince, you will be my consort and then we will deal with the Namedia business…” she seemed ecstatic.

I frowned but said nothing.

Then she added: “We’ll make a treaty…but don’t you worry; my Prime Minister will take care of that. These days you will stay with me so we can get to know…”

I cleared my throat

She continued unbothered: “…each other a little better. And I definitely don’t want you wearing those clothes. If you’re going to be my consort, you will dress accordingly to my kingdom’s standards. Oh, and no more escapades to go drinking…”

I cleared my throat again while my eyes were opening wide

And she still continued: “…Or that wild promiscuous life you’ve been living in your harem; I don’t want to catch some illness, you know…”

Before I could hear anymore of that blabber I gestured with my hands: “Time out, time out…”

She stared at me seemingly astonished and annoyed by my interruption.

My mind was a sudden whirlwind of questions: “What do you mean consort? And… and my clothes, what’s wrong with my uniform?”

She gasped and said: “A skull on your belt? Are you kidding me? Do you want to scare our subjects? I won’t have you running around in such a ridiculous outfit.”

I suddenly felt insulted. Was this some kind of hoax? So I repeated: “Ridiculous?”

She was dead serious. “Yes! My prince consort will dress appropriately in court. But most of all, he will have his hair accordingly to protocol too…your hair is just too wild, it has to go.”

I scowled listening at her words.

She continued talking while she ignored my grimace. “I won’t allow my consort to have longer hair than mine.”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying. My mouth was opened as to react to her words, but her words came out of her mouth in hyper speed that she left me speechless.

She kept talking very excitingly as if she were thinking aloud: “This has been a wonderful dinner, you are so much fun. I haven’t laughed so much in ages. Nanny and Coran have been presenting me all these drags they call royalty that don’t know the meaning of fun. But you,” she pointed her finger at me. “My dear prince, you’re very entertaining.” She was smiling at me.

If I had something to say, I couldn’t have a chance to say it because she suddenly clasped her hands calling her servants and barked: “Prepare a guest room for the prince, he will be staying with us indefinitely.”

She gave me a dazzling smile while I stared incredulous at her until I finally responded: “You are very generous your highness, but I don’t think I…”

“Oooh, but that’s no problem,” she interrupted. “Besides, it’s necessary for us to share a little bit more in our new relationship.”

And she added: “And I must offer you my hospitality.”

I feigned a smile the best I could while I dissimulated looking for an exit. I mentally started to plot my escape from that dreaded place and that delusional princess. I was absolutely and irrevocably convinced that this princess was completely mental and that I had to get the fuck out of there as soon as I can. I really screwed up big time and I could almost here my father screaming at me: “I told you so you nitwit!”

To be continued


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