Chapter 2: Chapter 2
I love getting back to the Capital City, Prium, after winning glory for my kingdom. I lead the procession through the city toward the palace. My general at my side, his captains and their battalions behind. We have hundreds of new slaves in tow as well. Flowers are thrown at us as we are parading.
When we get to the palace, I see my father, mother and older brother. My wife stands near them as well. They’re all on the palace balcony.
I call my army to a halt and my father’s voice booms into the courtyard, amplified by magic.
“People of Prium, behold your heroes! The armies of the Kingdom returned in triumph, bringing peace and prosperity for generations to come! Let the celebrations commence!”
From high above, flowers rain down upon us, followed by cheers that seem to shake the palace itself. I guide my horse forward, leading my men under the archway, feeling the weight of expectation on my shoulders. After securing new territories and defeating our enemies, the burden of ensuring stability now rests on my shoulders. It's a responsibility I relish.
I've been groomed for this since birth, expected to carry the weight of the realm on my shoulders. Yet, even though I've done so much for my kingdom, I'm restless. Something feels empty inside me, a void that no amount of power or accolades can fill. And then there's Lady Mar - my beautiful, noble wife.
"Welcome back, dear," she says softly, her delicate features illuminated by the setting sun. I dismount my horse and walk towards her, the sounds of celebration surrounding us.
I kiss her softly, and she smiles up at me. I can tell something it bothering her but this isn’t the time to bring it up. She leads me inside and we sit for a feast with my family.
It's not long before we are joined by a group of courtesans who dance provocatively for the entertainment of everyone present. One of them catches my eye, her movements graceful and mesmerizing. My wife notices the way I stare and scowls slightly.
"Theo, perhaps you should focus on the festivities rather than ogling the dancers," she suggests in a low voice. I snap back to reality, realizing that I must tread carefully to avoid causing unnecessary friction.
“I understand that your friend April, the Assassin, was sent to the front as well,” Mar says, a hint of jealousy in her tone.
I sip my wine. “She was crucial in dismantling the enemy’s leadership while I led the forces in battle,” I say.
“Is that all,” Mar whispers.
“Do you really want me to tell you what you already know to be true, wife?” I ask. Then I lean in and whisper, “I expect you to welcome me home as any wife should as well.”
I can sense the anger in her face, but she kisses my cheek. “I planned on it my Lord,” She says and takes a bite of bread.
There’s commotion at the end of the table as one of the courtesans begins getting fucked over the table by my brother. Yep, in front of everyone, the heir to the throne, my older brother, Prince Cade, is pounding his cock into a courtesan as he bites into a turkey leg. Even our mother doesn’t seemed fazed. I notice his wife, she appears saddened, but knowing my brother, he doesn’t care.
“At least I don’t make you endure me fucking other women,” I say to my own wife.
“Everyone knows, the staff gossip,” Mar says.
“Did you miss me,” I ask.
“I did,” She admits, “against my better judgment.”
We were close once and were so still playful sometimes, we’re both flirts. But she’s pretty boring sexually. I like a slut who will push her ass back as I slide into her pussy, my wife tends to just lay there and let me fuck her.
It’s not bad, but I like to work for it. April is always ready to ride me, she gets turned on when I dominate her.
Lady Mar sees me checking out the dancer too. “Please refrain from staring so obviously, Theo,” she murmurs, a small smile playing on her lips. “Don’t worry, my dear, I won’t stare too much,” I tease, leaning in to give her a peck on the cheek. She giggles softly, and I realize that I do genuinely enjoy spending time with her.
“Can we go do married people things now,” Mar asks.
I stand and escort my wife away from the debauchery at the dining table.
We enter our suite and she has me untie her dress and remove her skirts. She is fucking gorgeous, insanely so. She steps back and lays on her back, she spreads her legs and eyes me.
I stand over her at the foot of our bed. I run my fingers along the inside of her thigh.
“Beg me,” I say.
She shakes her head ‘no.’
“Why?” I ask, incredulous. “You’re my wife—you shouldn’t be afraid to beg me.”
She sighs a bit theatrically, but I recognize it as a genuine sign of discomfort. “Theo, you know how I am..."
"Yes, you're a prude," I reply bluntly, raising an eyebrow. "But tonight, I want you to be different."
She hesitates, looking down at the intricate patterns embroidered into the sheets.
"Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Please, Theo."
I nod approvingly, pleased with her limited compliance. Slowly, I lower myself onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs. I trace my index finger along the outline of her panties, teasing her. "You know," I say softly, "your pussy feels amazing wrapped around my cock."
Lady Mar's eyes widen slightly, her expression betraying a hint of apprehension.
“Theo, I don’t like dirty talk, please just make love to me,” She pleads, but not in a sexually begging way.
More like she’s asking for a favor she’s uncomfortable with. I consider her request, knowing that our relationship needs some spice. “I want to fuck you, baby,” I counter sincerely. “I want it rough, I want you to scream my name and beg for mercy. Can you do that for me?”
“Maybe in the future, but not now,” She says as she reaches for my cock, “but I do really want you.”
She squeezes my shaft gently, her touch sending waves of arousal coursing through me. “I bet you want to be inside me, don’t you?” she teases, her eyes locked on mine. “Oh yeah, baby, I want to feel my cock buried deep inside of you,” I respond, my voice thick with lust. “But I also want to see that sweet pussy of yours dripping with excitement.”
I lay over her and she wraps her legs around me, I push my cock into her and she moans quietly accepting me. We’re rhythmic, but it’s not exciting. When I try to reposition, she only wants it missionary style.
“Make me a mother,” She says as if the only reason to have sex is reproduction. Not that I don’t want kids, I do, I just want my wife to want to orgasm on my cock, to beg me to cum in her.
I want her to suck my cock and lick my balls. I want her to be a slut for me. I want her to scream my name while we fuck. I want this because this is what I crave, what I desire with every fiber of my being. This is what I need to feel truly fulfilled. But she doesn’t see it, she doesn’t see that I love her, that I care deeply for her, that I want to spend every moment of my life with her. That I want to share every secret thought, every wild fantasy, every burning desire with her.
I fuck other women because they meet needs, my base needs, the ones that make me feel like I’m powerful.
But fuck, my wife’s pussy is so tight and I am about to cum. I can feel my heart rate accelerating, and my breaths becoming ragged. I pull out, gritting my teeth. I look at my wife and she looks disappointed. She understands that I didn’t cum in her. “Are you okay?” she asks, her voice full of concern. I manage a weak smile. “I’m fine,” I lie. “Let’s get some sleep.” I can’t believe I couldn’t stay hard enough to fuck my wife. I lay awake thinking about April; she was so good at sucking my cock, at taking my cum.