He lets out a low, rumbly chuckle that makes my nipples stand at attention. “After a bath and clothes. We wouldn’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine.” He winks, making me giggle.
Today, bath time is a quick affair. My alpha insists on washing me again. Then he dresses me in a gown that this timedoes cover my body. It’s made of deep purple silk, that clings to my curves but doesn’t reveal much skin. He ends by once more draping me in gold.
But as wewalk to the throne room, he announces casually, like it’s no big deal at all, “A newly claimed queen sits on her king’s cock during the first court session.”
“What?! In front of everyone?” I ask loudly, trying to ignore my throbbing clit at the thought of being filled with his monster cock again.
Aster stops, turning all of his mighty presence my way. “That’s part of our traditions, little one. They need to know that the bond is true.” He squeezes my waist, leaning to press a quick kiss on my lips, and his scent fills the air I breathe, making me melt into his warmth. “The gown will hide us. But they need to know.” Another squeeze, this time over my hips, tighter, stronger. Possessive. “They need to smell your slick.” He runs his snout along my temple, breathing me in. “Smell me inside you. Our calves growing in your womb.”
Oh boy…
The throne room is massive.All marble floors and high columns, with the royal throne spreading across an entire wall. The space is filled with nobles, who all turn our way when we enter. Their shock is obvious on their faces. They must be wondering how the virgin tribute from four days ago isnow covered in precious stones and gowns. You and me both, people…
King Aster sits on his massive throne and pulls me into his lap. My face is hot from his proximity, from the embarrassment of us doing this in public. In front of a literal audience! But the feel of his muscular thighs under me, of the thick, hot, hard rod already pushing at my entrance, has my eyes falling at half-mast and my body relaxing into his embrace. I bite my lip to keep from moaning as he fills me. First, the large head breaches my opening. Stretching me, gifting me that amazing feeling a fullness again.
“Relax,” he whispers into my ear, and I wonder how he’s able to sound this calm. “Let them see their queen.”
“Your Majesty,” an advisor starts, bowing low. “We weren’t expecting…”
Aster tilts his head to the side, cocking a brow. I force myself to breathe through my nose, pushing down the incredible sensations flooding my body as he keeps pushing inside me, inch by delicious inch.
“You weren’t expecting me to find my mate?” his voice is dangerous. “The tribute who carried the right scent, who took my knot willingly, who carries my heirs?” He adds, his tone dropping by an octave with each word.
The advisor is wringing his hands, eyes wide with terror, shaking his head. “Of course, Sire… Our congratulations!”
Then, one by one, they all bow. These old, powerful men and monsters of all species, accept me as their queen… This is surreal. And all because our king has claimed me. Because I smell of him, of breeding, of the future of our kingdom.
I tryto focus as court business continues, but with my mate buried deep inside me… And he’s not even moving, just… there. Filling me so fucking completely, I can barely breathe. Just throbbing inside me with a rhythm that matches my racing heart. The bastard is claiming me while discussing grain supplies and border disputes. So, of course, my heat starts to build again. At first, it’s just warmth in my belly that I attribute to being plugged by my mate’s magical dick. But as the minutes drag on, it gets worse. And I start to feel myself dripping slick, my pussy spasming like crazy under the torturous pleasure of having my so deep inside me and not moving. Not giving me any friction. I keep trying to writhe and rock my hips, but he’s holding me with an iron grip.
“Still, little one,” Aster rumbles close to my ear, his warm breath fanning my cheek, making me whimper. “Be good for your king. We’re almost done.” He gives me a small thrust, as if to encourage me.
Oh God, I can feel his knot start to swell. He’s just as worked up as I am, just better at hiding it.
“Court is dismissed,” he finally announces. “The queen needs tending.”
The room clears out swiftly; the court filing out with their eyes to the ground. Oh My God, they all know!
The moment the heavy wooden doors close, Aster stands, carrying me, still deeply rooted inside me.
I gasp as he positions me with my back lying on the seat cushion.
“Could smell your heat building. Driving me fucking insane.” He sets me on the edge of the throne, pulling out only to spin me around and thrust back in. “Now, my queen, I’m gonna fuck you properly.”
The marble edge is cold against my skin, but his heavy cock is blazing hot inside me. He fucks me hard; our sounds echo in the vast chamber. Anyone passing outside can hear, know that their king is breeding their new queen.
“The court,” I gasp as footsteps pass the door.
“I want everyone to know you’re mine,” he gravels in response, pounding into me like a madman.
Then he pulls out and lifts me. But the reprieve is brief. Aster sits back on his throne and pulls me on his lap, fucking impaling me again.
“Ride your king,” he commands through a growl.
I bounce on his cock to the sounds of the slap of skin, my moans, his growls. It’s obscene and so damn perfect. He never stops thrusting into me. Until his knot swells and locks us together while my king is pumping another load into my overworked womb.
When his knot finally goes down, Aster carries me to the balcony. It’s broad daylight. Anyone in the kingdom who looks up could see us.
“People…” I protest weakly.
