Thread: The Royal Consort! (Jack Stalker and Nymphaea)

The Royal Consort! As soon as Christopher Hemmingway saw Keira Knight he knew that she was going to have to be his. He was rich, powerful, influential, yet saddled with a token wife who wanted nothing to do with him. She was truly a hag, someone who he only pretended to be with, simply because of an arrangement made with others. He knew that she was only interested in women and that would not do for a royal even one far from the throne. It was an annoying responsibility, to provide the illusion that she was straight, but as long as he lived up to it he retained his wealth, grew more powerful each day, and got a little closer to the time when he would be able to dispense with the loveless whore altogether. That meant slaking his thirst for tight young cunt and hot ass elsewhere, such as at the casino he now was staying at in Monaco. The moment he noticed Keira Knight his cock grew hard and would not quit. How could such perfection allowed to wander around unmolested? He would teach her the value of her cunt and her looks with a proper fucking, followed by a place as his main mistress back in his home country. Until then he would keep her as his premium fuck toy, providing her with everything a girl could possibly want. After all, he had learned long ago that men wanted women and women wanted money, therefore he should have no problem convincing her that their craven and depraved coupling was nothing more than fate. It was a certainty that needed to be played out. Her own life meant nothing to him, her new life with him would leave her drooling for more, more money, more wealth, more cock, and he would give it all to her. Principles, ethics and the law were all secondary concerns, if concerns at all. He had sent an aide to invite her up to his penthouse suite, in the meantime he loosened his tie, slipped off his suit jacket and prepared a couple of glasses for the champagne he had on ice. He opened the doors to the balcony, briefly glancing across the rooftop pool, barbecue area and Jacuzzi, before heading back inside. It was inevitable that she would end up yielding her flesh to his depravity and lust, inevitable that she would bend to his will and give in to his wishes, especially as she surely must have known what was going to happen to her. After all, being invited to his suite, what other reason could there be He wondered what would be running through her head, what thoughts about his intentions she might be considering. Why her when he could have any woman he wanted? The answer lay right there. She would know that he could have any woman that he wanted, the fact that she had been selected would only serve to fuel her ego, surely, and if she failed to realise the extent which he would exert his will and power over her? Well, that was something which would come later when he had fucked her into total submission and her inner whore had been sufficiently inflamed to let her know that his royal cock was the only thing that mattered in her life. Serving it and making sure that her tight young flesh was available whenever the urge to fuck her was upon him. Thinking about her had him impossibly hard. Her small frame, flat chest, perfectly rounded ass and thighs, delicious hints if leg in her outfit. He was surprised that she seemed to be alone. It was her partners fault if she had been left unattended, and they would pay for their stupidity by never seeing her again. His thoughts strayed back to the present as he heard the knock at the door and crossed the spacious living area to answer it. Drawing back on the handle he raised his eye line from her heels all the way pu to her face, stepping back to usher her into the room as he gave her a twisted grin. Finally. he said, offering her the glass of champagne in his hand which he had already poured. So, Miss Knight. Keira isn't it? Do you know who I am? it was silly really, of course she did, his aide would have informed her the moment she was instructed that her presence was required. You are probably wondering why you are here. Why not take a guess? he suggested, his gaze leaving no possibility of doubt that he craved her flesh and was unashamed in letting her see that lust written across his features. He expected that it was a look she was familiar with, one which she saw on the face of every man who ever looked at her. Why is it that you think a man as powerful as myself requested your presence? Why do you think you came here to see me? he asked in a teasing way as he moved to close the door behind her. His eyes were fixed on hers now, never wavering. Intense and fiery as he felt himself stiffen even further.