Novel & Cerita Royal Sex

At least the royal assholes had money and treated us with some respect. Life in the palace was great for me until my 18th birthday, almost great, except for one thing—the live demos that I had to watch—group sex demos. People of 'my kind' were trained from a young age to give pleasure to the royals. We had to be virgins until we turned 18. And the royal who 'favorited' us got to pop the cherry. If more than one royal liked us, the more the merrier, right?! We were made to observe the 18+ men and women engage in sexual activities; sex in this palace was an open affair.

It had become a rule that whoever ascended to the throne, taking the role of the king, had to have four queens. Royal children possessed power greater than normal vampires or even nobles. In order to strengthen the race, the king should have as many children as possible. However, royal heirs were hard to conceive. The more powerful, the harder it was for them to have children. It was a rule applied to nearly every race. On average, for each queen, usually there was only one descendant born. However, it seemed that this generation was a bit special. There was a girl and a pair of twins.

I asked and looked at Enrique but he was looking but me. "As you know this hasn't happened in any monarch for years. The birth of twins in a royal family is really rare. According to the royal heritage,the oldest one of the twins becomes the next heir if they are of the same sex. But unfortunately my grandchildren are of different sex,so according to law,the male automatically becomes the next heir to the throne"she explains, "That is really stupid and arcade. There must be something that be done about it. We live in modern world,those rule where made centuries ago were women where not respected but now is different"I tell her

"Depending entirely on how you behave yourself." Sol’s breath hitched, his smirk faltering into a look of pure, unmasked intrigue. As we began the long walk toward the Royal Wing together, the space between our bodies felt charged with a frequency that ignored every law ever written. What am I doing? I questioned myself. He’s a Dragon Royal. The laws of the shifter world were ancient and rigid: Dragon Royals only mated with other Dragons to keep the flame of their lineage pure. A Wolf—even a High Alpha—was a political impossibility.

"As an alliance Kingdom of Raphbarg, I just want to say that the proposal is absurd. How can you do such a thing, especially to the Prince? Why don't you wait until he finds his mate?" King Dominic rubs his chin in as he thinks about the proposal. "The Moon Goddess did not grant him a mate on his day. We are running out of methods since the Prince's life will be endangered by his pheromones that may lead to our Nation's downfall." The Royal Doctor humbly explains as he bows to King Dominic. Then, he introduces himself, "I am William, The Royal Doctor of the Raphbarg Kingdom." When it reaches Kingsley's ears, he winces in disgust at the man beside him while the King nods at his introduction.

He continued while I tried to keep up with everything he was saying. The King has five sons, all of which are ruling their own territories. And one of these days, one of them would rise as the New Alpha King. “What that foolish woman Miranda had said only backed my assumptions. A secret we never confirmed to anyone. All royals were born with a red mark on their hip bones. And they change in every stage of their life.” He then turned around to face me as goosebumps rose on my skin.

We were all a year above the age at which we should find our mate and he was the lone bachelor in our family. “Did you know that Andric and Eugenie are mates?” I asked to distract him. “They hid it from us, but Herthia disclosed last night that Eugenie is currently experiencing her heat cycle which explains why the couple suddenly took leave.” "You can't be serious, Eugenie and Andric?!” he called out. “A new hybrid couple in the Royal family.” A smirk appeared on my face now, a surprise awaited him. “Yes, it turns out we all have hybrid mates,” I explained with amusement. “There won't be a single pure werewolf in the Royal family as of the next generation. Oriya is also half human.”

I read the letter even slower now, trying to take in every word. “Royal omegas are born once in a generation. They’re rare. Dangerous too. Not because they want power, but because their mating pull is stronger than anything the world understands. One royal omega can call to more than one Alpha at the same time. And if the bond is consummated...”

"The more pressing matter is your mating." Kael said nothing. His expression was still. "Kael Blackthorne," Cassius said. "Lycan King. A significant figure by any measure of pack authority." He returned his gaze to me. "Not Royal." "No," I agreed. "He's not." "The Royal bloodline's traditions regarding mating are explicit and longstanding. They exist because Royal Wolf genetics are rare, powerful, and historically vulnerable to dilution through repeated mating outside the bloodline." Cassius's voice carried the absolute certainty of someone reciting something they'd recited many times. "The Council cannot approve a mating between a Royal Wolf and a non-Royal mate."

“And I don't want to discourage you, but there's something else you need to understand. A mate bond between royals is much stronger than the bond experienced by ordinary werewolves.” I frowned. “How much stronger?” There was a suspicious pause. “Potentially ten times stronger.” I nearly stopped walking. “Ha! Hmm... There's a tiny problem with that theory, Kira.” “What?” “He's royal. I'm not.” Silence. I waited. Nothing. “Kira?” Still nothing. I narrowed my eyes. “I'm nothing more than an average girl with a wolf. So why the hell would the bond be ten times stronger on my side?” Nothing.