It was a day of celebration throughout the land. Banners flew in the breeze. Cheers and songs could be heard around the castle and surrounding city. The king had married a lovely new bride from a neighboring kingdom a week ago, and today the rest of the kingdom came together to watch the festivities and sport that only tournament can boast. Knights traveled to compete in hopes of winning fortune and glory and perhaps a place at King Negan's legendary table of knights known as the Saviors. For it was they, that protected the surrounding lands from invaders and pillagers in return for tribute.
Villagers came from far and wide to witness the spectacle and to catch a glimpse their beautiful new queen. For a beauty Queen Gwendolyn was. Red flowing locks braided in intricate patterns flowed down her back. Her porcelain skin was the envy of all. Large green eyes adorned with long thick lashes watched as each event play before her eyes. Lips the shade of a dusky rose formed a dazzling smile as cheered for the victors from her private box in the stand. The king had decided to participate in his favorite event, the melee, at the end of the tournament and was awaiting his turn on the side of the field while the jousting commenced.
The last knights lined their horses at opposite ends of the tiltyard. Each bowed to the queen. Their visors were lowered. The horses charged. The lances pointed towards the other. They hit each other with a resounding blow. One knight fell to the ground. He struggled to stand but fell back in defeat. His squires hurried to help him off the field and to corral the horse.
The victor, Sir Richard of Alexandria, walked his white horse along the edge stands and removed his helm. He shook his wavy locks damp with perspiration. His blue eyes smiled to the crowd as he waved his hand. As he approached the royal box, he pulled a rose from his gauntlet and threw it the new queen. She caught it and the smile immediately disappeared from her face. The color drained her delicate features. Her eyes scanned the edge of the yard and found her husband's glaring in her direction. He had seen the knight present his favor and her accept it. She quickly handed the rose to a handmaiden and sat down. Head forward, back straight, the very picture of an elegant lady.
She had not known what to expect when her father the ruler of a struggling kingdom had offered her hand in marriage to King Negan in order to avoid paying tribute. She had thought that becoming queen would afford her new found freedom. She could not have been more wrong. She had merely passed from one man's possession to another's. And his possession she was.
He had made it clear from the start that she belonged to him and only him. Only he would know her touch. She would only know his. His rules were very clear. She was protected by knights and watched by her handmaidens at all times. All her movements out of his presence were reported straight to the king. If she behaved unbecomingly, her shortcomings would be revisited.
Their wedding night had revealed to her a world of untold pleasure. He demanded obedience in bed as well. He laughed at her virginal blushes as he taught her in great detail how to suck his cock. He delighted in the way her eyes widened in shock when he licked her quim. She knew though that her husband was also a master of pain. She had tried very hard to please him in every way.
The melee was about to begin. He stood in his armor and mail. His gold crown visible against the silver of his helm. His shield bearing his emblem. He lifted his signature weapon, the morning star, which had made him a legend on battlefield and won him a kingdom. The crowded cheered for their king. He was magnificent to behold.
She watched him decimate opponent after opponent leaving a trail of bodies behind him. Squires were dodging in and out of the action dragging their injured knights to safety. Finally, there were only two left. They danced around each other as their weapons clashed and clanged against their shields. The knight fell as King Negan landed a blow to his head. His helmet flew off and he crumbled to ground lying a pool of blood.
The crowd went wild. King Negan threw down his shield and removed his helm raising the crowned helmet high into the sky gracing the crowd with his dimpled smile. A smile that fell as soon as he saw his wife. She was standing and cheering as expected of a wife. Nothing got his blood pumping faster than a bloody fight. Except a hard fuck. And his body craved her. She needed to be taught a lesson.
He left the field and changed into his formal attire in his tent in the fields commandeered for the event. He strode to the royal box to collect his wife. She curtsied at his approach and took his arm as he offered it. He remained silent. He could feel her tremble and well she should. He ignored her attempts to catch his eye all the way to the throne room.
The ceremony was held were the victors of each event were awarded a small purse. King Negan announced their names and merits while Queen Gwendolyn presented the velvet pouch of coins. When it came time to announce the winner of the joust the queen visibly stiffened.
Sir Richard sauntered up to their majesties and bowed low before them. He reached for the purse. His fingers brushing hers as they closed around his winnings. Suddenly, he took her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. She froze. She looked over her should at her husband whose face was red with rage. He nodded to his guards who flanked Sir Richard.
"Bring me the iron!" he bellowed. A knight brought a brand that was always at the ready from a brazier in the corner. "You dare touch what is mine? I am your King. Your Queen. My wife! What gives you the right to besmirch her with your filth?"
"I beg your forgiveness, Your Majesty. I was simply swept away by her beauty. I meant no offense."
"Offense has been taken none the less. You will wear your punishment for all to see. No one touches what is mine."
Gwendolyn watched in horror as her husband seared the flesh of the once handsome knight's face. His screams echoed in the hall. The guards held him in place. He soon passed out from the pain and hung limp the arms of the sentinels.
"Throw him in the dungeons." They turned and dragged the body of Sir Richard through the hall so all may see the living cautionary tale.
King Negan turned and saw his wife shaking as tears slid down her pale cheeks. He grabbed her arm and led her to the council chambers adjoining the throne room.
"You crying for your lover, wife?" he sneered as he shoved her into the room before slamming the door.
She backed away slowly shaking her head.
"How long? We've been married a week! How long have you been fucking him?" he growled.
"I—I—never!" she wept.
"Then why did you accept his favor in front of the whole kingdom. Why did he feel he had the right to kiss you? Why did you let him?"
"I—didn't mean—to…"
"You didn't mean to? You want me to believe this is all just a misunderstanding because make no mistake I saw the lust in his eyes."
"I—would never…"she sobbed.
"I'm going to make sure you never. I am going to make sure everyone in that throne room knows exactly who you belong to. Come here."
The queen walked over to her husband where he stood at his round table. She screamed as he slammed her down onto the table, one hand on her back, the other lifting her skirts over her hips. She heard the sound of fabric ripping and felt the cool air hit her backside as he threw her ruined undergarment aside. His hand began to rub and massage her cheeks.
Smack!
"You will never…"
Smack!
"…act like a common whore again…"
Smack!
"…or I will treat you like one…"
Smack!
"You will never…"
Smack!
"…let another man touch you…"
Smack! Smack!
"I thought I had made that very clear."
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Do you understand?"
She had cried out with every spank. She was confused by her body's reaction. Her cheeks were red and would surely bruise, but she had also become slick and wet. If he had intended her to remember this lesson she would every time she tried to sit for the next few days. Trying to calm herself she replied, "Yes, my King."
"Good. On your knees."
She slowly straightened herself up off the table and watched as he undid his sword belt letting it fall to the ground with a loud clatter. He opened his breeches and stroked his erect cock. She knelt before him her eyes widening as comprehension dawned in her eyes. His mouth broken into an evil grin.
"Open"
She obeyed licking her lips and opening mouth wide to accommodate his girth. He thrust hard into her mouth making her gag. All of their encounters had been vigorous, but he had never used her with such force before. He always let her grow accustomed to his size before increasing his power. He would allow her no such luxury this time. Her eyes filled with tears as he flexed his hips mercilessly.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he pulled her to standing. He lifted her and sat her down hard on the wooden table. She winced as the soreness from her spanking made itself known. He pulled her dress up and spread her legs. He slammed his cock into her soaking wet quim and began a bruising pace. Her moans grew in volume as the pain and pleasure combined to create a new amalgam of feelings she had never experience before.
His mouth covered hers. His tongue parting her lips as they forced their way into her mouth. She moaned in his mouth as their tongues mingled. He moved to her neck sucking hard on the delicate skin leaving his mark. His hands cupped her breasts through her bodice. She wished they were no longer clothed. She loved the feel of his body hair as he rubbed against her smooth skin.
"You are mine. Say it."
"I'm yours" she panted.
"Say my name. Let everyone know who you belong to."
"Negan" she cried out repeatedly as she started to reach her climax.
He pumped faster. Breathing hard and grunting. His thrusting became erratic. His hips slowed, his dick twitched inside her as he released his seed. He pulled out immediately. He tucked himself into his breeches as he pulled them up and put his sword belt on.
The loss of his cock inside her was almost painful. She had been so close to the peak, about to fall over the cliff in a wave of pleasure she knew was coming. She whimpered and moaned in disappointment.
"I give you pleasure. Only me. I decide when you come. And you will not be allowed to come until I have forgiven you."
She looked at him in disbelief. He had never denied her pleasure before. He was going to leave her in this stated of heightened sensitivity until he saw fit. She realized now that had been his plan all along. She would have to return to the ceremony in her current state of disarray with her arousal and his seed dripping down her legs.
"If you are a very good for the rest of the evening, maybe I will permit you to come tonight."
He helped her sit up on the table and began to lower her skirts. He wiped the tears from her cheeks and smoothed her ruffled hair the best he could. He gave her a soft kiss on her swollen lips. He offered her his arm and led them back through the door to the throne room with a smug smile on his face.
She sat quietly through the rest of the ceremony which included a feast. She dreaded the moment she would have to stand knowing she had an obvious wet spot on the back of her skirt now. She had felt his release oozing out of her body all throughout the meal. Every time she had shifted in her seat or winced, he smiled and stroked her hand with his, sometimes placing a tender kiss into her palm.
As the meal drew to a close, she beckoned one of her handmaidens to fetch her a light cloak. Before she could return, Negan rose and bid his fellow revelers goodnight. The enjoyment he derived from her discomfort and shame was wicked. She walked next to him down the long table of members of the court with her head held high and her cheeks burning.
He opened the door to their chambers and followed her into the room. She stood in the center of the room. Her head bowed forward. Hands clasped in front of her. He reached for her chin and lifted her face to meet his.
"You are forgiven."
She sighed in relief as she felt his long fingers undress her. She had not expected to be married to a man as possessive as Negan. Never again would she allow another man to show her such familiarity. After thinking on the events of the day, however, she decided it might be worth her while to disobey him in other ways.