The Curse of the Beasts - The Facts of Marriage
The light begins to penetrate the royal chambers. It's almost daylight and I still hold her in my arms. She whines softly in my ears as my stiff member penetrates her vagina, containing more of the volume of her voice with each new onslaught of mine. Her body burns like I haven't felt in a long time. Nine months, to be exact.
While our son sleeps, she is mine. Every part of her body that I have well traveled with my hands and lips. The feet, buttocks, groin and hands anointed with this nectar. Her belly and navel, of course. Also the breasts, still swollen, where the dispute will show itself most acute and where I find it difficult not to delight. However, between the sheets, she proves to me that all that territory is already demarcated and vibrates as faster I fix my mast to it.
I step back a little to admire her ecstatic face. She bites her lips and writhes, breathing faster and faster. She tilts her head back and my eyes stare at her neck, where the blood seems to be pulsating at a rapid pace, making her skin, naturally pale, now almost reddish.
That's when her legs wrap tightly around my belt. She doesn't want me to go any further. She barely knows that by then I won't be able to go anywhere. I just slide my hands down her thigh and grab her even tighter, moving my lips over her neck. I feel her body vibrating, reaching for the top, glued to mine. She can't hold back the screams and I'm near the end, too.
However, someone knocks at the door calling for her. I try to hold her for a few more seconds, but it's in vain. Duty speaks louder. Sighing, I just watch her get dressed and leave. It's day, another day after marriage, and it's up to me to hide the dissatisfied phallus between the clothes.
I open the door to another day as King Frederick, but Councillor Rudolf awaits me there, and his announcement will guide the events of the next few days.
"Your Majesty, the news I bring is not good. Your cousin, Lord Gustave, is dead. The cause is still unknown, but this is the third death in a row of members of the royal line of succession", Rudolf tells me, and it turns out that this is no coincidence.
While our son sleeps, she is mine. Every part of her body that I have well traveled with my hands and lips. The feet, buttocks, groin and hands anointed with this nectar. Her belly and navel, of course. Also the breasts, still swollen, where the dispute will show itself most acute and where I find it difficult not to delight. However, between the sheets, she proves to me that all that territory is already demarcated and vibrates as faster I fix my mast to it.
I step back a little to admire her ecstatic face. She bites her lips and writhes, breathing faster and faster. She tilts her head back and my eyes stare at her neck, where the blood seems to be pulsating at a rapid pace, making her skin, naturally pale, now almost reddish.
That's when her legs wrap tightly around my belt. She doesn't want me to go any further. She barely knows that by then I won't be able to go anywhere. I just slide my hands down her thigh and grab her even tighter, moving my lips over her neck. I feel her body vibrating, reaching for the top, glued to mine. She can't hold back the screams and I'm near the end, too.
However, someone knocks at the door calling for her. I try to hold her for a few more seconds, but it's in vain. Duty speaks louder. Sighing, I just watch her get dressed and leave. It's day, another day after marriage, and it's up to me to hide the dissatisfied phallus between the clothes.
I open the door to another day as King Frederick, but Councillor Rudolf awaits me there, and his announcement will guide the events of the next few days.
"Your Majesty, the news I bring is not good. Your cousin, Lord Gustave, is dead. The cause is still unknown, but this is the third death in a row of members of the royal line of succession", Rudolf tells me, and it turns out that this is no coincidence.
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