The wedding had been a torturous, obligatory bore. Had he wanted to marry the queen of Sultaria? Not a chance in hell — had the choice been his. His hand had been forced by his parents and the royal cabinet of their advisors. The queen had walked down the aisle in draping fabric that hid every part of her body; her face was buried behind an impenetrable veil. Her hands were even covered by gloves. 

He had done what was required, but now he sat sulking in his study away from the marriage festivities. He would stay there all night if it meant not having to bed whatever thing Sultaria was hiding behind their “traditional” wedding attire. He scoffed and took another deep sip of his scotch. 

A knock sounded on the ornate study door. He ignored it, but it didn’t stop. 

“Elias,” a voice called into the room. It was Matthias, his advisor and trusted friend. Elias opened the door, hoping for someone to commiserate with.  

“Did you see that thing they had me marry?” Elias complained as he slumped back down onto the sofa and picked up his glass. 

“Nobody has yet to see her, Elias.” 

“Because they’re hiding something. I’m telling you, Matthias.” 

“You make assumptions,” Matthias responded. 

“Were she beautiful, she would not have been so utterly smothered. They’re tricking us into taking their wretched queen for this alliance, and who has to suffer for it? Me!” 

“Perhaps, it is true. But you are royalty, and there are associated responsibilities.” 

“I’m not even firstborn. I should be exempt. I will not do it, Matthias.” 

“If you do not go to her, your mother will be down here with an escort of royal guards,” Mattias said.

Elias let out a dissatisfied grunt and downed the rest of his glass. He knew Matthias was right. The only question now was whether he would be dragged to the queen’s chambers or walk willingly. 

“Fuck,” he said as he poured himself one more tall drink of the dark liquid.  He wouldn’t give his nagging mother the satisfaction. 

“Wait for me here, Matthias,” he said before he downed the glass. 

“As soon as I fulfill my nuptial duties, we’re going to Madam Sophie’s establishment to wash the queen’s maladies off of me.” Elias stood, swayed slightly and walked out the door, leaving it wide behind him. 

Torches lit the way to the queen’s royal bedchambers. Four guards stood watch at the entrance, their gold-tipped spears crossing in front of the door.

“I am here to bed whatever it is that lies beneath the hundred yards of fabric I married today,” Elias said, the alcohol going to his head making the “haughty arrogance” his mother always complained of come out stronger than usual. 

He surmised that his mother, that wretched crone, had done this, selected this mummy bride to teach him humility, that elusive trait she was always forcing on him. The guards said nothing, but Elias noted a young one smirk to himself. 

They opened the door, and the unmistakable scent of mountain rose mingled with coastal jasmine caressed his senses as he stepped through. It closed firmly behind him, sealing him in. 

“Darling, do you need any help undressing?” He called out, making no attempt to hide the sarcasm from his voice. 

“You abandoned me after the vows, Elias. I didn’t like that,” her voice rang out from behind a sheer chiffon curtain that separated the bed area from the rest of the room. Her voice was sensual, yet commanding. 

“I wasn’t fond of being forced to marry a mummy,” he retorted, a touch of anger rising up on a wave of scotch. And she laughed out loud, a delighted, entertained laugh. 

She stood from the bed and walked to stand near the thin fabric that divided them. Candlelight silhouetted her body, and his pulse jumped as he registered the curves of her tall, lean form.

“My unwrapped corpse awaits its burial, prince,” was her reply, spoken to him with seduction as she slid her two palms down the fabric between them. 

He paused in indecision. His half-thought-out plan had been to barge into the room in an air of arrogance, fuck her while fantasizing about one of his lovers, and then leave. 

Now, he had no plan. No plan at all. The queen’s form moved back. She crawled, catlike, onto the bed and sat, waiting for him. 

Elias reached a hand up and pulled the curtain back, so he could finally see her. His eyes fell upon her sitting there, bathed in the soft sparkling light of Lorenteen candles. 

Her crown glowed gold atop her head, and below it a torrent of thick, wavy locks billowed down the length of her back. He was so focused on her that he barely registered the guard standing against the wall next to her bed. 

The yards of fabric were gone. Instead,  a gold-trimmed bodysuit clung to her. She stared at him from burnt umber lined eyes. Light danced off her high cheekbones and the soft skin of her long neck. 

All of his angst and outrage melted into a tingling of desire that writhed up from his core. This was his wife, and he could — no, it was his duty — to fuck her senseless. 

The queen pulled down the top of her lingerie and rolled onto the bed, teasing him, bringing blood to his cock in a pulsing flood. 

He watched as she touched her nipples and undid the bottom snap of her garment, and as he did, he imagined how the swollen tip of his cock would feel as he slid it between the moist, puffy lips of her pussy that she had just exposed to him. She was playing with herself in a way that had Elias on fire. 

“Fuck!” he swore strongly into the room. 

He hadn’t expected tonight to be like this, but he was so ready to take this woman’s innocence, to teach her what a man felt like.

He pulled his tunic over his head and dropped his pants to the floor. In one smooth motion, he climbed up onto the bed and prepared to enter that juicy little cunt. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” her voice shot out as her guard aimed a spear at him. 

“What the fuck!” he exclaimed, stepping back from the pointed weapon. “I’m the prince!” 

“And I’m the queen, and we do things differently in Sultaria,” she stated firmly. They stared at each other for a moment, a battle of two strong wills. The queen scooted to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide, making her pussy the center of his attention. 

“Taste my pussy,” she demanded, staring at him with an intensity he’d never seen in a woman. Elias was shocked at the outlandish request. 

“I don’t eat pussy. I fuck it!” he fumbled back to her. What was wrong with this woman? She was in Zephyria now, and never in his life had any woman requested that act. 

“That’s not how things are done here,” he added, feeling righteous conviction in the order of the world. She only laughed and snapped her fingers twice. 

They glared at each other for a moment before she opened her smooth, painted lips and spoke. 

“How things are done here is inconsequential to me. This marriage, this alliance, was long negotiated, and your move to Sultaria was a part I refused to concede,” she said. 

He barely had a moment to process the shock of what she had said before the door opened and a scantily clad woman walked in. 

“Tonight, you will start to learn how things happen in your new home, Prince.” 

He felt a slight rush of excitement at the addition of the woman to the room until he realized that she was holding a leash, and on the other end was a collared man in a dog mask. 

Elias was stunned and could do nothing more than stare as the alien scene unfolded before his eyes. The queen clapped her hands on her thighs. 

“Good boy,” she said, “serve your queen.” The man in the mask dropped to his hands and knees and crawled eagerly toward her. He tipped the muzzle of the mask up before his face went straight to her awaiting pussy. 

Elias opened his mouth to call for the guards — to have the wretch who was sucking on his bride’s pussy arrested —  but the sound atrophiedin his throat as a strange sort of arousal possessed his body. What the hell was going on? 

The queen moaned and arched, and Elias took a step closer without conscious will, but rather from the magnetism of the erotic moment in front of him. 

Never had a woman done anything but lie back and open her legs for him, or bend over on her knees for him. They had moaned, yes, but never had it sounded like the breaths washing out from this beautiful queen’s mouth — they were deep; they were real. 

“God yes, right there,” she breathed into the room. “Good boy.” The masked man moaned in pleasure and kept going, clearly enjoying his task — enjoying Elia’s wife’s pussy.

Elias was a competitive man, and in that moment, a rage welled up in him. A no-named masked man was making his bride grip the sheets with her fists and moan out unbelievable sounds of ecstasy while he just stood there — impotent. 

No fucking way, he thought to himself as he roused his royal authority. 

“Down, dog,” he spit out as he grabbed the leash from the woman and pulled back. A choked squeak escaped the dog’s mouth as he moved back at Elias’s forceful pull. 

Elias then assumed the same position. That dog man wouldn’t do a better job than he could. Or at least that’s what his arrogance told him until his face was inches from the queen’s wet, swollen pussy, and he realized that he had no fucking clue what to do. 

He had never pondered the design of a woman’s loins other than with the eye of a man set to plunge into her depths for his own carnal satisfaction. 

This giving — this pleasing—was new to him. His mouth brushed against her, and then his tongue began its exploration. When he finally started to find the places she liked, he felt her arch and heard her moans; he knew that his life had changed. 

It took him longer than his competitive nature had hoped for, but slowly, he figured it out. Slowly, her moans became steadier and her waters flowed across the fingers she had demanded that he put into her. 

Her volume increased, and she pressed into him, wanting more of him, until she broke, body and soul across the bed in a tempest of cries. He could feel it, the strength and hunger of her pussy as it tightened around his fingers. He could taste it, like a salty wave washing across his face. Then, the room was silent. 

She snapped her fingers, and the woman and the dog left. She snapped them again, and the guard left. Then, she sat up and kissed Elias before licking his face clean. 

“There are so many things I plan to teach you, Prince,” she said in a sultry voice as she reached her hand down to grasp his thick, blood-swollen cock. 

“But for now,” she continued. “I want you to fuck me.” 

She reclined back onto the bed and spread her legs wide. She reached a hand between her legs and planted several slaps across her swollen cunt while staring straight at him with a fierce, dominant stare. 

Elias came up above her and pressed into her opening. As he sank the length of his cock into her, he felt as her wet, desirous flesh was spread open. He knew at that moment that hers would be the best pussy he’d ever had. 

“Fuck,” he moaned out as the last inch of him entered her.