Chapter 1: Midnight Intrusion
The moon hung low over Auradon, casting a silver sheen through the window of Mal’s dorm room. The daughter of Maleficent lay sprawled across her bed, her purple sports bra clinging to her toned frame, green boy shorts hugging her curves. A soft snore escaped her lips, oblivious to the shadow creeping through the cracked door.
Zevon, the sly son of Yzma, slithered into the room, his dark eyes glinting with wicked intent. He’d swum treacherous waters and stowed away on CJ’s boat to get here, all for this moment. His family’s destiny to conquer Auradon burned in his veins, but tonight, it was a more personal conquest he craved. With a smirk, he approached Mal’s bed, peeling back her blanket to reveal her vulnerable form.
“Sweet dreams, little dragon,” he purred, his voice a low growl as he produced a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. With practiced ease, he secured her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, the metal clicking ominously in the quiet room. Mal stirred slightly but didn’t wake—not yet.
Zevon’s gaze raked over her, a predator sizing up his prey. He slid his fingers under the edge of her sports bra, lifting it to expose the soft swell of her breasts, pink nipples pebbling in the cool air. “Interesting,” he murmured, his tone dripping with dark amusement as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her boy shorts and yanked them up hard, the fabric biting into her skin.
Mal jolted awake with a yelp, her emerald eyes snapping open to meet his sinister grin. “What the hell—Zevon?!” she spat, her voice sharp even as her body betrayed her with a shiver. “How did you get here?”
“Snuck in, darling,” he drawled, leaning close enough for her to feel the heat of his breath. “Swam most of the way, hitched a ride with CJ. Surprised she hasn’t found a man to keep her busy yet.” His hand slid down, groping her with brazen confidence as he freed his already hard cock from his pants. “But enough about her. You, on the other hand, look like a dork with those panties half-pulled up. Let’s fix that.”
“Get off me, you creep!” Mal snarled, writhing against the restraints, her toned muscles flexing. But her struggles only seemed to fuel his fire, her movements making her pussy brush against him in ways that had him groaning.
“Nah, I’ve always wanted to do this,” Zevon taunted, his voice thick with lust as he shoved the fabric of her shorts aside, exposing her completely. He slammed into her without warning, his thrusts rough and unrelenting. “Back on the Isle, I’d use potions just to get a peek at this ass, maybe a slap or two. Good times.”
Mal bit back a groan, her nipples hardening despite her fury. “I thought I was free of your sick games when I left,” she hissed, her voice laced with venom even as her body responded traitorously to his rhythm. “You’re still the same disgusting bastard.”
“And you’re still the same fiery little thing I couldn’t keep my hands off,” he shot back, a wicked smirk curling his lips as he massaged her breasts, his pace quickening. He slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing in the soundproof room. “Remember all the fun we had? I’d keep my cock buried in you for hours, couldn’t get enough of this tight pussy.”
“Obviously, I remember, you asshole,” Mal snapped, her breath hitching as a moan slipped out. Her body was sweating now, her skin glistening under the moonlight. “You wouldn’t give me a damn second of peace.”
“That’s right,” Zevon growled, leaning down to nip at her ear as he thrust deeper, his hands roaming possessively. “And I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”
Mal’s eyes flashed with defiance, but her body was betraying her, growing wet and dripping with every punishing stroke. She was panting now, caught between rage and the undeniable heat building inside her. Zevon’s smirk widened as he felt her resistance falter, his own arousal spiking at the sight of her so undone.
“Still got that fight in you, huh?” he teased, his voice rough with desire. “Let’s see how long it lasts.”
The air between them crackled with tension, their sharp words only stoking the fire as their bodies collided in a battle of wills. Mal’s mind screamed for control, but her body was already surrendering to the storm Zevon had unleashed. And as his hands gripped her tighter, promising more, she knew this night was only the beginning of his dark plans for her—and for Auradon.
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