Every day Max gets up to ask only one question, “How do you know we were going to have a baby girl”, and I just shrug saying, “Mother instincts.”, and he pouts like a child folding his hands over his chest. It's been a year since I am married to this person pouting beside me. The day I came into consciousness, he pulled me down to the temple in the middle of the village, and in the witness of hundreds of people in my kingdom, he married me. There were no huge rituals, customs, or grandiose spread along with the city, and yet it was the happiest day of my life. Since, then it’s been like I am having a second skin that walks, sleeps, and eats by me every second of the day. It was hard to explain to the entire kingdom, what went down in the palace, but I was happy they accepted everything along with me and Max. The coronation was no different. As soon as I was healed, the kingdom decided to crown me as the Queen, and I made sure to give Max, a position that made him stand as my equal
PROLOGUEA sharp pain shoots down my abdomen, as my toes curl gripping the gravel underneath me. My senses flutter in and out of consciousness, and a loud groan escapes my lips reverberating through the walls. On instinct, my hands rush down low to clutch the pain, but something buries deep into my wrist. It sends a jolt of new cry right out of my mouth and I whimper. My cries echo through the wall, they reach me ten times more gruesome, more torrid, and it pulls me in my senses.Wait! I know this place - how can I not. It’s the dungeon I built for the prisoners of my kingdom. A place that tortures them, rendering them mentally unstable with the loud noises leaving their skin. A place that fulfills their desire to hear others scream. My face contorts to a mock, this is not going to be easy, not with the tortu
Chapter 1: A loud whistle breaks the silence of the air in the garden as I draw my sword from the scabbard, slashing the sunlight falling on my foot. The sword points to the ground and I glide my eyes over the twenty soldiers positioned around me. Adorned with armor and helmets, to the highest rank of the kingdom fighters, they stand ready to fight any passerby. I ball my right hand against the back of my hip and Max wraps a silk cloth around my wrist. I hiss as the silk burns my skin at the impact of the scorching heat. My eyes scan through the set of soldiers - heads high, all mighty, aware of the strength they hold against me. Oh! So foolish, cause they always underestimate me.
Chapter 2: I hear the clung of the metal, echoing through the walls of the palace, and my tiny eyes shoot up in excitement. Sherlin holds onto my hair braiding them, making me all prim and proper. I swat her hands pumping my small feet to make a run through the palace to the training ground. I see my dad -King Adrian, fight with a soldier twice his size, all unfazed by the size of the person in front of him. His eyes are fierce, they seep with energy that can mesmerize you on the battlefield rendering you weak in the knees. His gaze zeroes on the soldier, and the soldier whimpers. His eyes look all hazy in contemplation of how he could hit the king. “Don't go easy because it’s a training ground, or because I am the king”, dad’s voice echoes
Chapter 3: “How was the dinner?”, Max asks as soon as I walk down to the east wing of the castle. “You know.”, I say sighing, “Dinners with mom are always dramatic. She always has these grooms ready to marry me. Where does she bring them from?”. I say rolling my eyes. “Brings them from thin air - like a witch”, he says motioning his hands in circles like performing witchcraft. I glance at him raising my eyebrows, he straightens his back folding his hands near his crotch. “Sorry”, he says and I burst into fits of laughter. Max is my real home. He is by my side since I was ten. All I know is he was one of the lankiest, shabby kids that strolle
Chapter 4: My eyes travel to the men. Exactly my type - muscular, chiseled to perfection, with fear in eyes. I slide on the chair near the fireplace crossing my legs one above the other. The men have their heads bent down, their pretty necks arching as light casts a shadow on their curves. I snap my finger, they look at me their eyes running over my face. I point my index finger at them indicating to come near. They get on their feet their hands tied behind, as they kneel before my legs. I bend a little getting closer to their face sniffing, the musky sandalwood mixed with their natural scent. Great. “Did you like the bath in the palace ground?”, I ask tracing the jaw of one, my eye on the other.
Chapter 5: I lick the slit of the length in my hand, and it twitches growing in size. He scurries on his knees on the bed, dipping his mouth to my neck, nibbling my sensitive spots. The dick in me rides me to the edge, as it thrusts in and out at an inhumane speed, rendering me speechless. The dick in my hand twitches as if releasing the pressure, and I let go of it, “Not yet, sweetheart.”. The slapping of the skin echoes through the room, the strokes of the cock pumping in me, with deep strokes. Hands hold my legs wide apart, as hips move in between. Pleasure contours the face of the man, and I clutch the silk in my hand as I cum hard from the cock in between. I feel the cock throb inside my pussy, digging my feet on his chest, I pull him out of me. “Not yet sweethear
A loud thud on the door wakes me up. I groan rubbing my eyes, pulling the silk sheets to cover my body. I twist my body in a more comfortable position, clutching onto the cool of the cushions. The room fills with frantic shuffles of footsteps, and my senses waver bringing me to partial consciousness. “Get up”, Max shouts near my ears shattering my eardrums, almost making me deaf. “Get lost”, I shout twisting on my back, as stray strands of hair tickle my face. “Adria, get up; the king.”, my eyes shot open at the mention of the king. I straighten up on the bed, a cry leaving my lips as I clutch at my hips. The bed is clear of all evidence of the activity overnight, even the men. Max makes sure to, get the men