Thread: Taming the Bride (Prince & darkest_fate)

Aric had gained this palace when he had taken the throne and, fortunately for Aric, the old King had abundant taste and class from generations of rule. As a result, Aric had left it mostly untouched save for swapping in his red coat of arms for the garish purple that had accented every room before. It was, of course, a terrible defensive fortress and hadn't even seen battle as his predecessor had spent his last days holed up in a mountain stronghold desperately sending pigeons to Ithilien and Umbria, their larger neighbor, begging for aid. Aric would much prefer to live in an ugly, boxy castle with thick walls, no gardens, a large garrison for troops, a good source of water, and the only decorations being defensive traps and barriers. He'd commissioned plans for his dream stronghold and building it someday was one of the few non-sexual or battle related dreams he held. Somehow, he doubted he'd convince his new wife to leave this absurd, decorative castle themed overgrown house that he'd used out of convenience as it was just outside of his capital city. The palace had a low, thin wall made of light blue granite that was too long to be defensible. Within the grounds lay numerous gardens, groves of trees, flowing streams, stables and tilting courses. The buildings, for there were several, all were topped with inconvenient high towers that were primarily decorative and most of the space was designed for holding court, having feasts, balls, and ceremonies, and housing the large numbers of guests those events attracted. Needless to say, Aric had barely used any of it since he had moved in although the rotating set of whores that visited enjoyed the amenities. The grand feast hall was therefore a bit gaudy for Aric's liking, with high vaulted ceilings and twenty foot long banners that hung down the walls with his arms emblazoned on them. His servants had seemed to relish the idea of having a royal wedding feast, no doubt starved for a classy social function that didn't involve nudity and sex acts from most of the attendees, and Aric was a little taken aback at the spread that they had set out on the long tables that dominated the room. Suckling pigs, roast turkeys, sides of ham, racks of lamb, cheeses, puddings, fruit and cakes overflowed the serving plates and kegs of beer and bottles of wine were stacked by the walls to keep the guests' flagons full. There were even vases of flowers arranged on every table and the massive hanging candelabras were fully lit already. In the corner, a band of minstrels was playing lightly and hinted they had props for further entertainment later. Aric was impressed, but also annoyed that these steps had been taken without consulting him. After all, he didn't want his already stuck up Princess thinking he'd gone to too many lengths to impress her. Yes, well, I had them prepare a modest feast, Aric said as he led Juniper to the head of the table. The guests were following them at a slight distance and as he pulled her chair out in a show of gentlemanly class, he leaned over to whisper in her ear what he thought might be a romantic entreaty that could serve to patch over the incident in the chapel. After we eat, we can resume our kiss in private. Perhaps we can see how much of my cock can fit in that sweet little mouth as well... I bet you'd like to suck on a Royal cock, wouldn't you? Aric wasn't consciously trying to offend his new bride, such talk was merely what he was used to as a form of romantic verbal foreplay before sex. In his experience, every women seemed to like to discuss in vulgar details the things he wanted to do to them, and how they would respond in kind. They were going to have sex later, right? Might as well get her warmed up and sometimes a woman would surprise him with a suggested act that even he hadn't tried yet! He was eager to hear how Juniper responded.