SECTION ONE.
A small gasp escaped her mouth, as she clung tightly to the bedsheet beneath her, she tried desperately to keep her voice in check, she couldn't be heard and caught in this moment. The pleasure and pain she felt at that moment was indescribable. Her hands left the bedsheet and swung it around him, she probably peeled his back with her fingers which she ran continuously down his back. She leaned in for a kiss, his warm mouth welcomed hers and he kissed her ferociously, biting her lower lips from time to time. He was still inside her, she moaned against his lips…experiencing both the pain of his huge cock and the pleasure that came with it.
He broke the kiss, pulled out from her and took his mouth to her neck, he kissed it slowly, she moaned…he continued kissing her down to her chest, he carefully but expertly wrapped his hands on both her breasts. He kissed the left and squeezed the right. She moaned. He sucked.
Once done, he continued kissing, down her belly all the way to the tip of her coochie, which he sucked and made use of his tongue to wipe her clit clean..she screamed in pleasure.
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"Not a word about this to anyone" she warned as she tied her satin robe, her hair was messily curly and part of it on her face.
He smirked "yes your majesty" he walked to her "and I'm always here whenever you need me" he tried to kiss her but she pulled away.
"Show some respect, I'm your queen"
He laughed, a laughter of mockery "I'm privileged then, I made the queen moan and scream my name..a feet even the king cannot achieve" a slap followed this last word.
She slapped him "Don't you dare mention the king's name" she was angry and it was visible. She hastily packed her messy hair in a bun and scurried out of the room without waiting for him to say a word. Her maids and loyal bodyguards were outside the door, they bowed immediately they saw her.
"How long was it this time?" She asked. Glaring into the distance.
"Over an hour, your highness" Amyra, her personal maid answered.
"Good enough time to fill up my womb, don't you think?" She asked again..
"For sure your highness, I'll contact Myron to take care of him" Amyra said nudging at the door of the room.
She heaved a sigh "Good, let's go"
The guards led to way, She followed, Amyra behind her.
The night was cold, She shivered as walked towards the palace in the company of her guards and maids. She was physically exhausted from the wonderful experience she had just had, she wasn't mentally exhausted though, her mind was messier than her hair, thoughts ran wild in her mind as she walked on.
She was the third and youngest wife of the king of Pyron. Married to him a few days after her 18 years birthday, for the sole purpose of birthing a male child for the King. The older wives had female children, the eldest child the same age with her.
She was 25years now and yet to birth children, not even a female child. Desperation drove her insane, she secretly visited all the medical centers in Pyron just to find a solution to her childlessness, she was tested and results came out stating she was fit to have children… yet she didn't have any.
The king gave up on her case two years back and he began having concubines, still in search of a male child, while he left her miserable.
"Your highness, Myron just sent a text, the King is awake and headed for the entrance" Amyra announced. She stopped on her tracks. She couldn't be caught outside her chambers by this time, otherwise she would have to face grave punishment.
"What do we do?" She asked, tension building up in her.
"Should we wait here until further information comes?" Amyra asked
"Too risky, what if the king goes into the queen's chamber and notices her absence?" One of the bodyguard, whose name she didn't know and had never bothered to ask, said. She stared at him "I suggest, the queen disguises as one of the maids attending to the queen and go to her chambers" he added.
It took a moment to ponder on the idea "And you feel that will work?.. she might as well disguise as a guard"Amyra sarcastically said.
"Better keep shut if you don't have a better option" the bodyguard fired…
This was going to be a long night.
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"You are going to meet him soon mother" Princess Alice, the eldest daughter said,she was seated on the queen's bed, her dreamy eyes focused on the phone in her hand.
"That's what you have been saying for weeks, and I never get to meet him" Queen Ivory, the King of Pyron's first and oldest wife said as she sat by her mirror, staring at her reflection and taking off her jewelries.
"Mother, I promise. I'll invite him over for dinner on Friday.. it will be grand since the Duke of Newchester will be staying for dinner" princess Alice assured.
Queen Ivory heaved a sigh "I wonder why you wouldn't consider the Duke's son, he is a fine lad like his father, although he is reserved with words unlike his father" she paused "I heard the last meeting the Duke had with your father, he brought his son along, the lad didn't even speak up to ten words"
Alice laughed and placed her phone on the bed "see, and you want me to be wedded to him, he is so boring.. I need an escape from my boring royalty life not a way to entrap myself anymore" she stood and walked to her mother who was still seated by her mirror "look mother, Xavier is a fine lad too, infact a finer lad than the Duke's son, and he is well to do as well…I won't be treated poorly" she helped her mother in taking off the rest of her glamorous jewelries
The Queen heaved a sigh, again. "You keep saying all that, and you haven't brought him to properly meet your father and I, you are aging Alexandra Grace Royal"
Princess Alice rolled her eyes, she hated being tagged old, especially by her mother. For royalty's sake, she still had a few weeks before her twenty fifth birthday. "I'm just in my mid twenties" she mumbled
"Just in your mid twenties you say, don't you know as the first daughter, you should be married by now to show good example to your other siblings, Ember has made her intention to marry Lord Hamptons known, and you know she won't be able to do that except you are married off" She stood up from chair and made eye contact with the Princess "Queen Vashti also wants to marry off her daughter very soon, while you are have been fooling around for over a year now"
"Mother…I" a loud knock interrupted them followed by the deep voice
"The king seeks the presence of her Royal Majesty Queen Ivory, he is at the second wing" the voice, obviously belonging to a body guard stated.
"Make plans, I must meet with Xavier on Friday.." The Queen said to the Princess with a note of finality and then headed for the door.
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She crashed on her bed and let out a deep breath. She had just pulled the biggest prank of her life and her heart thumped widely in her chest, "I hope it works this time" she muttered to herself as flashbacks of an hour ago drove through her head..as much as she hated what she had just done, she had to admit, it was the fiercest and lust driven sex she had had in a while. Sex with the king was mainly for procreation which she had obviously failed at.
As turned to her other side, she wondered if her life was going to remain this way.
Rose was born beautiful, that was the only thing she had going for her. Her dad was a common blacksmith and her mother had ran away to the big city when Rose was only two. Her child hood was hard, being enrolled in the only public school in the kingdom where children from all walks of life were in attendance, she was never bullied, at least not physically because she was beautiful and believed to be delicate. Her hard life came from being unable to feed, her blacksmith father found it difficult to cater for her and her four older siblings. Hence, when Trisha, her eldest sister turned fourteen, she was married off to some Lords who promised her father that he was going to take care of the others. Unfortunately, Trisha died a year after during childbirth.
When Rose was ten, her immediate elder sister Anastasia got married off to a wealthy man from the big city and was never heard from again. Her father died soon after and Rose was left in the care of her eldest sibling Royce. Royce was regarded as a man then so he was carried off to the military to help defend his kingdom. Rose had to be kept in the palace in the custody of the king. She grew up in his sight and when she was eighteen, he decided to add her to his collection of wives so she could bear him an heir. Unfortunately, seven years later, all her efforts proved futile.
"Amyra, call Myron" she suddenly said.
"Yes your majesty" Amyra answered and picked up the phone to place the call "what should I tell him?"
"Tell him to finish up fast and meet me before midnight" She ordered.
"Yes your Majesty"
She breathed hard "I hope this works". She muttered again and closed her eyes. She would never had believed she was capable of hurting a fly, talk more of a grown man, one she had just spent the best night of her life with. She shook her head hoping to shake away the guilt, she couldn't be caught so she had to do what must be done.