#anyway. this is what i feel would've happened mewheheh

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Rereading chris’ installments, and also remembering that asks chris getting off by thinking about pretty in wereroomie and herbie

Does were king getting off before they married thinking of princess???

Like before they meet again after years later if they were of age yk, if they were minors after they meet again (an adults) sometime princess can’t go to forest for like week or more… king can’t help but imagining princess in a such way

Or before they meet each other again chris become of age and can’t stop thinking about her, what does she looks like now thoughts lead to horny thoughts, hand sliding in his pants…

i feel like in the ten years they spent apart, she'd appear in his dreams and he appeared on hers. they were bound already, Chris had imprinted when they were young, so it makes sense to me that their subconscious was trying to show them images of each other.

what i'm gonna be talking about under the cut happened after both of them were over 18+. whatever happened before that is their business and i don't wanna know lol. anyway, here are some Thoughts™:

Oh, Chris would dream about his princess so often... not every night, but enough times a week that he could never forget her existence. not like he wanted to, either.

he was a young wolf, probably very very horny, with a lot of pent up frustrations (not only sexual, but i imagine being the crown prince of the forest wasn't exactly a relaxing position...)

he'd wake up drenched in sweat many times a week, hard as a rock, with only the faint memories of his princess' smile. he could never remember anything other than her face, and even then, it wasn't exactly the same as it used to be. maybe a bit more mature version of her. he could feel the phantom of smooth skin under his fingertips, of soft flesh under his hands, and he figured the bond he had with her was trying to show him something, but he could never remember anything other than feeling after he woke up.

oh, and the memory of her scent... floral, of course. the prettiest scent he'd ever had the pleasure of encountering in his short life. perfect, perfect for him and his needs, he just knew.

so with those feelings etched into his memory, he'd stroke himself, wishing it could be his pretty princess touching him herself.

Chris would always come at the thought of pumping her full of his puppies. it was instinctual, he couldn't help it! he wanted to see her again, to touch her again, to finally claim her as his, and give her his children...

but when the haze of need and desire wore off, he'd always feel so, so sad... why did she disappear? why would she leave him? it made no sense to him. they were bound to be together... he was sure something must've happened, but every time he tried to do something about it, someone stopped him. either his mum or his brothers...

and then the war happened.

during the war, he couldn't even entertain the idea of leaving the forest to look for her, but he'd still think about her. he thought about his princess daily.

he'd dream of her more than ever before, he'd find comfort in the lingering feeling that remained after he woke up, it gave him hope. not only that he'd get through the war, but also that he'd find her again.

and few years after the war ended, after he'd been crowned king of the forest, Chris finally found his pretty princess once again. like he found her the very first time he saw her, crying, sitting on the forest's floor. he felt sad at first, seeing her and hearing her cry. but at the same time, he also felt a lot of relief. at least for a moment, because then he started to feel doubtful about this whole thing.

what if she'd disappeared because she didn't want him again?

of course, the moment she explained what had happened, he not only felt fully relieved, but also proud. proud because his princess was smart and loyal to him. she'd sacrificed what they had if it meant his safety, so of course, right then and there, he had to have her. to show her how much he'd thought of her all these years.

and he did. Chris finally got to fulfil all those fantasies he'd had through the years. the feeling of soft, plump flesh, of smooth skin, and the smell of fresh flowers was just much better than what his dreams showed him. they were incomparable, and he knew that night that he just couldn't let her go again.