Thread: Taming the Bride (Prince & darkest_fate)

Aric was ready to pull her hand off and give her another spanking because of how pathetic her hand job had become the public shaming worked earlier to make her beg sweetly and a second round might be even more effective. Before he could act, his otherwise sexually hostile wife suddenly seemed to take his advice to heart and her slender fingers were inexplicably becoming quite skilled in their massage of his throbbing manhood. Ignoring most of his shaft now, her silky smooth palm had focused on gliding around the top third of his cock and she seemed to discover his sensitive spots as Aric's body betrayed him. A groan slipped out as she circled his head with her thumb, a shudder emerged when she played with the wrinkled sheath that collared his crown, a twitch shot through in his member when her palm and the finger teased his slit, and finally an involuntary, slight thrusting of his hips began as she started to beat his royal meat to the rhythm of the minstrels. An observer might assume the King and Queen were entranced by the music, bodies rocking slightly as they tapped their feet and hands under the table to the country waltz the King in particular with a rapturous look on his face and emitting sighs of happiness. Your majesties, the Chamberlain noticed Her Grace enjoyed the sweets and asked me to serve you the Kaldian fruitcake early, came a voice to Aric's left. A serving girl was approaching and the King flipped his surcoat back over Juniper's stroking hand with a groan of annoyance. His purple eyed, golden haired bride hadn't given a single glance towards his royal member after he had bared it, instead fixing him with an unmistakeable icy glare that let him know that she was in no way enjoying her current vulgar act despite the skill with which she suddenly was performing it. She'd even scratched his cock with those painted daggers she called fingernails, hinting that he was not to touch her when his hand had rested on her shoulder! Clearly the little snot still thought she was calling the shots! Aric longed to correct her, but he was so close now, so close to a point where he could think straight again. Ahh yess... excellent Aric murmured as the busty wench approached with a tray. Like all his serving girls, she was in a low cut and loose bodice and was very well endowed. Really all the serving wenches were lower tier whores and while entertaining to look at, the Chamberlain found them to be terrible servants. He'd mostly put them in charge of refiling flagons, clearing dishes, and sitting on the laps of guests that wanted a little after or even during dinner relaxation. Aric found the girl's copious cleavage on display inches from his face as she bent over him to place the dessert between Juniper and himself. It was flesh valley into which his eyes naturally fell, the tugging of Juniper's hand only helping his mind become lost in those sweet mounds that jiggled so provocatively and almost in reach of his tongue. It was hard to think and even respond properly with all the stimulus to his cock and eyes, and he gave her a panting acknowledgment, Mhmm yes... good... yes... so delicious... perfect... yes right there... put the tray right there I mean! And of course, a bowl of the usual sweet cream and honey to drizzle the loaves of the cake with, the wench said, placing the bowl of milky white substance by Aric. She was receding, finally, with another curtsy and final words, I hope your Majesties enjoy their dessert! Your servants are so... unusually dressed, is that a Kaldian tradition? asked Lydia suddenly. Rickkard colored slightly and acted innocent as they both looked at Aric for answer. The clever man had received a prolonged, under the table blowjob from one of those 'unusually' dressed wenches in his first dinner at Aric's court, with Lydia unknowing and sitting across from him. It was the only time he'd seen Rickkard's normally biting wit missing and Aric had greatly enjoyed the peaceful meal, free of politicial maneuverings and subtle warnings, with Rickkard instead smiling like a dimwit and nodding. Very similar, in fact, to how Aric was acting now he realized as he nodded and smiled back at Lydia, mind empty of any reasonable response. He couldn't just say that it was because they were whores and Aric liked looking at tits, could he? I believe it is, yes, a peasant dress correct? added Rickkard helpfully, noticing Aric's sudden silence. Yes... mh-hmm.. the peasant's wear.. oh yes... dresses like that in the summer heat, lest they...uhm-mhmm.. explode with heat, Aric said, panting and fighting back moans. Damn he was so hot now! Juniper's relentlessly teasing fingers were working him to a state of near imbecility. Those delicate digits were a non-stop ball of pleasure on his crown, polishing him relentlessly and driving him closer and closer to what would likely be a monumental blast of royal spunk. But where would it all go? Aric wanted none of it on his body or clothing. Usually, with whores, they knew exactly what to do and could magically make his cum go wherever it needed to be, in their mouths, their pussies, asses, their faces, and even sometimes a mysteriously produced handkerchief. Where did a naked whore hide a handkerchief? As much as he'd like to just blow, spraying his jizz everywhere in the general direction of his snotty new wife, Aric knew it would leave them both in a sticky situation. Juniper was unlikely able to catch or divert it all and there might be a large blast radius, then the inexperienced brat would probably stop stroking him in horror and leave him with an anguished half-orgasm, and finally the majority of his seed would spurt all over Juniper's lovely dress and skin to her vocal dismay. The evening would end on a bad note, even an embarrassing one for Aric. Despite all the depraved acts he'd committed sitting in this very chair, spraying his seed into the air, onto the table and the woman next to him was not a low he'd sunk to... yet. Aric's fevered mind grasped on the one solution that made sense and he waited until Rickkard, Lydia and Juniper were distracted by the minstrels tumbling nearby. The King grabbed the bowl of honeyed cream and slid it under the table, subsequently grasping Juniper's wrist and pulling her off his tortured and ready to explode cock. Enough... enough.. I'll finish it, Aric hissed in Juniper's ear, knowing she would likely be thrilled to be discharged of her duty. Once she had disengaged, all it took was three fast strokes with his own, familiar hand to feel his pleasure finally boil over. A shock of needy relief swept through his body, causing his eyes to glaze and muscles tense, and then his cock pulsed in his pumping fist, shooting load after load of his milky spunk into the bowl of dessert topping. His lusty cries of Yes! Yes! mixed perfectly with the table cheering a spectacular tumble by the minstrels. The entire operation had been hidden from Juniper's view, in the unlikely chance she even looked at his crotch, by the table and his surcoat. From there, it was only a matter of slyly slipping the bowl back, while taking deep, ragged breaths to recover from his surprisingly pleasurable and covert orgasm. The fruitcake is a delight Juniper, you have to try it! said Lydia, rousing Aric from his post-orgasmic daze. The dark haired Umbrian woman was pointing at the cake and the bowl of cream. Just drizzle it with the honey and cream and then eat it. It's delicious! I'll have some too, if I may. Aric stiffened in surprise, realizing he hadn't quite thought through his otherwise elegant plan. Just when he was about to speak up and ask for another bowl, a glance at Juniper's haughty profile made him change his mind. Perhaps the little brat could use another lesson... yes, this would be good.