Iris thought everything would be simpler now that she’d stuffed the wizard into her vagina.

  Boy, was she wrong.

  ‘Come on… keep it together,’ she told herself, trying to rally her nerves as the maids hoisted her off the soaked floor.

  But she hadn’t accounted for one thing: the pleasure.

  She wanted to scream!

  Every brush, every twitch from that little intruder inside her sent bolts of lightning through her body, making her legs quake and her mind go fuzzy.

  It was her first time ever feeling something like this—a living person inside her vagina!—and as the maids gripped her arms to steer her toward the royal bath, the world spun like she’d downed too much wine at one of those family dinners she sometimes endured.

  Nothing made sense anymore.

  The maids, in their crisp gray linen uniforms, hustled her down the hall with quick but careful steps.

  The royal bath y at the end—a vish room with white marble walls streaked with gold, a crystal chandelier dangling from the ceiling, and a massive, gleaming porcein tub filled with warm water that wafted a faint jasmine scent.

  But for Iris, every step was exquisite torture.

  She instinctively squeezed her legs together, cmping them tight as if that could stop the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

  Her breathing came in short, ragged gasps, and her hands clutched the maids’ arms like they were her only tether to reality.

  “Come on, Your Highness, easy does it,” said the head maid, the gray-haired one, her maternal tone cshing with the worry etched into her wrinkled face.

  The other two—the braid girl and a younger one with freckles—swapped nervous gnces as they held up Iris’s soggy nightgown to keep her from tripping.

  They thought she was sick, that her sweat, shivers, and that puddle on the floor were signs of a raging fever.

  When they reached the tub, they started undressing her with slow, gentle movements, like they were afraid she’d shatter.

  First, they peeled off the white nightgown, sliding it over her shoulders.

  The fabric grazed her nipples, hardened from arousal, and a shiver shot down her spine.

  Iris clenched her teeth, swallowing a moan that threatened to slip out, and dug her nails into her palms.

  “Everything’s alright, princess,” the head maid murmured, kneeling to help her step out of the gown.

  “After the bath, you can rest in bed until the doctor arrives.” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but to Iris, it sounded distant, drowned out by the buzzing in her ears.

  Then came the worst part.

  The braid girl bent down to remove her panties, and when Iris lifted a leg to help, the simple motion made Kai squirm inside her.

  A stab of pleasure pierced her, so sharp her knees wobbled, and she had to grab the tub’s edge for support.

  Her breathing turned into an audible pant, and a trickle of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth.

  She stared at the water with gssy eyes, wondering if getting in would doom the wizard to drown.

  ‘What if he dies in there?’ she thought.

  But her ecstasy-fogged mind fired back instantly:

  ‘Die? He’s a powerful wizard. A little water won’t faze him.’

  She remembered Kai’s cocky grin when he’d asked for a gss of water, and a twisted smile curled her lips.

  ‘Well, enjoy this water, you jerk,’ she thought.

  With that, she rushed into the tub, spshing the maids with her clumsy plunge.

  The warm water swallowed her, and as soon as she sat, tiny bubbles began rising from her crotch.

  ‘Oh, crap…’ she thought, realizing Kai was still alive and kicking down there.

  She quickly slipped a finger into her vagina, trying to shove him deeper so he couldn’t escape. But the brush against her own sensitive skin made her shudder again, and a low moan escaped before she could stop it.

  Inside Iris’s vagina, Kai was in a pulsing, wet hell.

  The heat crushed him, the fleshy pink walls squeezing like they wanted to grind him to dust, and the smell—a stifling mix of musk, sweat, and that dizzying sweetness—choked him.

  When the bathwater started seeping in, mingling with Iris’s thick fluids, everything turned even more chaotic.

  Kai grabbed for her finger as it pushed him, but his hands slipped off the wet, sticky skin.

  “Stop, you damn psycho!” he yelled, but his voice drowned in the liquid swirling around him.

  The finger pulled out with a wet pop, and the vagina cmped shut again, sealing him in darkness.

  The maids, clueless about the drama underwater, brought soaps and sponges, setting them on the tub’s edge.

  Iris stretched an arm out with fake calm, resting it on the rim like nothing was wrong, but when Kai started biting and cwing at her inner walls, pleasure smmed into her like a sledgehammer.

  Her eyes flew wide, and in a frantic burst, she dunked her face underwater and let out a muffled scream that churned the surface with bubbles.

  The maids went dead silent, staring with saucer eyes. The braid girl dropped a sponge to the floor, and the head maid frowned, leaning closer.

  When Iris yanked her head up, golden hair pstered to her face, gasping like she’d run a marathon, she caught their baffled looks.

  A low, almost manic giggle slipped out as she thought:

  ‘This wizard wants to drive me nuts and tank my reputation… but he doesn’t know I’ve got none left to lose.’

  She’d always been the dumb, useless princess, the airhead of the family.

  What was one more scandal?

  She sucked in a hard breath and, with what little authority she could muster, shouted:

  “Out! All of you, out of the bathroom right now!”

  The maids froze.

  The head maid, hand on her chest, blinked in shock.

  “Princess? We just want to help…” she said, her voice a mix of confusion and pleading.

  But Iris, grinding her teeth as her vagina kept sending pleasure waves, scowled and raised her voice higher.

  “I’m tired! I hate that you questioned me by searching my room! If you don’t want me telling my father to have you executed before dawn, get out of here and my room until the bell rings!”

  The silence that followed was deafening.

  The maids gnced at each other, faces pale.

  Royal family orders were w, and though they’d never seen Iris this furious, they couldn’t disobey.

  The head maid nodded slowly, swallowing hard.

  “As you command, Your Highness,” she muttered, and with a swift gesture, the others grabbed their stuff and bolted.

  The distant thud of the bedroom door shutting echoed back, and finally, Iris was alone.

  She slumped back in the tub, letting the warm water p over her chest, and let out a long, shaky sigh.

  The wizard kept moving inside her, each brush a reminder of his presence.

  A sly smile crept onto her face as she murmured under her breath:

  “Too bad, little wizard. You’re not ruining my pns like you wanted.”

  She dipped a hand underwater, grazing her vaginal entrance with her fingers.

  “I’m gonna punish you for defying my royal authority,” she said, her tone a mix of mockery and excitement.

  She waited for a reply, but all she got was more squirming.

  “What? That’s how you wanna py? Then enjoy your punishment,” she whispered, sliding a finger in and out, teasing herself with a blend of shame and pleasure.

  Soon, another orgasm hit, her juices mingling with the bathwater as she cmped her legs tight, moaning without holding back.

  ‘This is heaven…’ she thought, panting.

  But when she tried slipping her fingers in again to reach Kai, she frowned.

  She couldn’t feel him.

  ‘What the hell? He’s gone too deep!’

  She swallowed hard, feeling his movements in a deeper spot making her quiver, and unable to resist, she started masturbating again, lost in the bliss.

  Meanwhile, Kai was in total chaos.

  The inside of Iris’s vagina was a hot, slimy inferno.

  The fleshy walls crushed him with every contraction, coated in thick fluid that dripped down his face and body.

  Bathwater seeped in, mixing with Iris’s salty-sweet juices, and he swam desperately through it all, gulping mouthfuls to keep from drowning.

  The taste overwhelmed him: salty like the ocean, with a sharp tang that burned his throat and a sweetness that threw him off.

  The dense musk clung to his lungs, dizzying him.

  ‘Damn psycho! She’s using me like a freaking human dildo!’ he thought, furious, kicking at the slippery walls.

  He tried opening the system, shouting in his head:

  ‘Status! Do something!’

  But the vagina’s contractions tossed him around so much he couldn’t focus.

  Holographic windows flickered in and out before his eyes, blurry and useless.

  “Shit, shit! Get me out of here, you crazy bitch!” he cursed through gritted teeth, cwing at the flesh around him.

  But there was no escape.

  He was trapped, drowning in fluids and someone else’s pleasure, and all he could do was survive.