Continued from the last chapter...
"I knew you would turn into a whore. I told your father the same. Look at you and your pretty boy prisoner going at it like rabbits in our bed. I didn't believe Taylor at first but I just had to come and see it for myself," Jose snarled, crossing his arms and standing at the end of the bed. Ana look at Taylor with fear and betrayal written all over her face.
"Leave, Taylor," Jose roared and Taylor left the room, shutting the door and leaving the Queen, the King and the Queens lover together in the same room; two of them naked in bed after a round of passionate sex.
"Jose, what are you doing here?" Ana asked, the fear evident in her voice. Christian was still lying half on top of her but every time he tried to move, she held him closer. It was like she was using him as a protective shield but she didn't have to; Christian would never let anything happen to her.
"I thought I'd come home and surprise my wife who I love with all of my heart," Jose sneered sarcastically.
"Well you've seen her now so you can leave," Christian said, sitting up in bed. Jose feigned shock.
"Lover boy speaks?" he quipped.
"I do a lot more than speak. You're never around and only come back to bully your wife," Christian snarled
"Oh and that's where you come in is it? comfort her with your cock?" Jose asked.
"Jose, what do you want?" Ana asked, resting a trembling hand on Christians arm, partly trying to stop Christian from saying anymore but mostly to comfort her and make her feel safe. She didn't want Christian to get hurt and Jose could easily have a gun on him. He always carried one of his collection around in case of an 'emergency' which usually meant, incase he wanted to kill someone or scare her.
"Mmmm, I want everything Ana, tell me, does he make you scream in pleasure? how many time have you let him in between your legs huh? has he tasted you yet?" Ana was terrified, she subconsciously moved even closer to Christian. He terrified her, even looking at him made her quiver in fear and her blood run cold.
"Jose, why did you..." her soft voice was cut off but her husbands.
"I came to find out who my whore of a wife had been fucking, but now, I want to claim her as my own in front of her lover," Jose smirked walked towards the bed and pulled the covers back to reveal her naked body. "You want my cock inside of you don't you Ana, you want me to slide on home," He licked his lips and went to touch her as she shook with fear. She tried to move away from him and he went to grab for her breast but before he could, Christian, as naked as the day he was born, threw himself at Jose, knocking him to the floor and punching him in the face. Jose, in a daze, pulled out a knife and knocked Christian onto his back, straddling him and holding the knife to his throat.
"Nice try lover boy. First I think I'll kill you in front of my wife and then I'll fuck her on the bed where you defiled her," Jose smirked holding the knife so close that the skin split on Christians neck. His eyes started to water and his breathing was faint. He knew there was no way he was getting out of this alive, his fists were pinned beneath him and if he moved his head he'd be dead. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to imagine himself anywhere else when suddenly, a bullet rang through the air and the pressure was gone. Jose's body fell limply on top of Christian and he opened his eyes to see Ana, shaking and crying holding a gun. Christian pulled Jose off him and got up, trying to breath as normally as possible. He walked to her and pulled her into his arms letting her cry against his shoulder.
"I was so scared, I thought he was going to ... kill you. Is he dead?" she cried. Christian pulled away from her and took her face in his hands.
"Even if he is, we'll figure it out. You did the right thing Ana, thank you for saving me," he pecked her lips gently and pulled on some trousers and gave her the gown she wore before they went to bed knowing the guards would be here after hearing the bullet. Christian checked his pulse but couldn't find one. Taylor came into the room and shut the door straight away when he saw the lifeless body of the king on the floor, pouring with blood.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Jo...Jose was tt..trying to kill Christian so... I found one of his guns in his drawer and shot him," Ana whispered. Taylor stood there for a moment and then turned to Ana.
"You're the Queen, you can't be prosecuted for this. Here's what we do, we'll say that one of the men in the dungeon found a gun and killed the king when he went down there. You won't get any blame my Queen, I promised your father I'd keep you out of trouble and that's what I'm going to do. I can't separate you two... I know that now. So I will let you get into your own trouble with that. But I can stop this from ruining you," Taylor said. Ana nodded and handed him the gun.
"I'll be back," he said, before leaving the room. Ana went over to where Christian was sitting and kissed him before inspecting his neck. There was a small cut where the knife had dug into his skin but nothing too serious. She sat in his lap on the bed, wrapping her arms tightly around him and burying her head in his neck; her safe place. Taylor came back in a moment later.
"It's sorted my Queen, somebody else will take the blame and we will get the body brought down to the dungeon in a moment," he said, eying the couple in front of him closely who were too wrapped up in each other to even notice his presence.
"What should I do?" Ana mumbled against Christians neck.
"You need to lay low for a while my Queen, do a public speech and act like you're in mourning for your beloved husband," the guards came in for Jose's body and a maid came in to mop up the blood. Taylor stood watch as it happened, making sure that there wasn't an ounce of evidence as Christian rocked Ana gently in his arms. Once the body had gone and the blood was cleared from the floor, Taylor departed leaving the couple.
"I love you Christian, I thought I was going to lose you" Ana whispered, running her fingers over his sculpted chest and up to the cut on his neck, smoothing over it gently.
"I love you too, angel. You won't lose me,"
"I promise you Christian, once the funeral is over, I'm completely yours," Ana sighed.
"I know, we can get married and have babies and live happily ever after together," Christian smiled when he heard her giggle.
"That sounds like a very nice future,"
King Jose's funeral was a huge public event. His coffin was wielded through the streets and the people of Britain came out to pay their respects, even if they didn't like him. Ana went to the funeral and acted the mourning wife as she read a speech written for her to the crowd at the funeral. It was hard for Ana to think of the fact that she'd been suffering under the thumb of either her father or Jose for so long. Now she was free; free to enjoy Christian and be the Queen in privacy. Taylor had told her that it wouldn't be practical to marry Christian due to the fact he'd come in as a prisoner and that there was already some suspicion around Jose's death. Christian told her that they could maybe marry in secret and he could be her King but not the countries. But Ana knew what she wanted, propriety be damned. Christian had permanently moved into her bedroom and his brother had a separate wing after Ana asked him to stay. He was now dating Lady Katherine Kavanagh and all of them had become very good friends. It was strange that Ana actually had friends; if you'd told her that a year ago she'd have laughed in your fact but her and Kate were close, she liked Elliot and she was head over heals in love with Christian.
3 months after Jose's funeral, Ana had been sick every morning for a week and Christian was getting worried so asked Taylor, who was now a loyal guard to both of them, to fetch the royal doctor. The doctor only stayed 20 minutes saying that she was certainly pregnant and giving her some advice. The Royal doctor was a good friend of Ana's fathers and had been loyal to the family for years so Ana knew he wouldn't say anything. She was in shock though, she'd never even thought that she could get pregnant with Jose because they never really had sex but with Christian, they were at it like rabbits, morning noon and night; they couldn't be in the same room together without wanting to devour each other. The doctor gave her some medicine of a herbal kind to help with the sickness and warned her that if she went out soon, it would be obvious that she was with child. She either had to stay out of the spot light for atleast a year, abdicate or risk the monarchies reputation by marrying Christian, a poor man who she took as her prisoner all those months ago, just 3 months after her husband had been killed. Ana knew what she wanted and even if the nation turned their back on the royal family, she'd choose Christian every time.
It was a small ceremony 2 months later, Ana's stomach was still as flat as a pancake so that her condition wasn't noticeable. The wedding however, caused uproar within the country. There were rumours and protests about her being pregnant and her forcing Christian to marry her. The strong religious sects of the country demanded she abdicate but, as much as Ana wanted to consider that as an option, Christian wouldn't let her.
"It will die down, they'll get over it, we both just need to lay low for now and only leave the castle if needed. Any body that you have meetings with can come here and we can have the baby here too. If you abdicate, it will cause a much bigger uproar,"
She knew he was right, but she couldn't help wishing that she wasn't Queen. She wanted to be a commoner who was having a baby with the man she loved. She was so excited to be having their child; so excited that they were starting a family together. But at the same time, it had all come with a cost. One night, Ana and Christian were sat at dinner with Kate and Elliot when the situation was brought up.
"Would you not consider maybe writing a letter to the public to tell them about what Jose was really like and how you fell in love with Christian?" Kate asked.
"It would cause a scandal Kate, imagine it - Queen Anastasia made a man she'd imprisoned in her castle her sex slave whilst she was still married and fell in love with him, oh and by the way she's having his baby. The castle would probably get stormed,"
The subject was dropped whilst they finished eating but later that night, after a warm bath and two rounds of sex, Christian was rubbing Ana's stomach when he brought it up again.
"You always said you wanted to maybe write a story, would it not be an idea to write everything in a book. It could be like a biography of your life. Maybe if people say things from your point of view they would see that you are only human," Ana looked down at her husband as he kissed her bump and stroked his head.
"It's a good idea love, but most of the country won't see things from my point of view. They will see me as an adulterer... a whore," Christian shook his head.
"Never call yourself that again. They won't think that, they'll see the real you, the beautiful woman who I'm in love with," Christian said kissing her and moving his head between her legs to show her just how much he loved her.
After some careful consideration and lengthy discussions with her husband, Taylor and her recently employed public relations strategist Lord Ethan, Kate's brother, Ana decided to write her book. It took her months to complete and she asked for her husbands guidance on what to include and just how much detail to go into. The castle staff were worried that the publication of the book would either cause or prevent a mass crisis. The book was published and instantly became a best seller, to the surprise of the castle and Ana, Christian was right, people had sympathy towards her. The religious groups were still up in arms about her scandalous behaviour but they were a small minority compared to the majority of Britain who now supported her.
Christian was now the publics king, women swooned over him and he became something of a hero for saving the Queen from the fate of Jose. Ana gave birth 2 months after the book's release to a beautiful baby boy who they named Prince Theodore, he was the spitting imagine of his father, from the grey eyes to the curly copper hair.
Flashback
"Teddy, please go to sleep," Christian sighed for the third time that night, gently rocking his 3 month old son in his arms. Teddy's grey eyes looked up at him, drooping slightly as he was held and rocked in his fathers strong arms.
"hmm, that's it baby boy, close your eyes," Christian whispered, kissing his sons head and walking over to the window in the nursery connected to their bedroom. The 'prisoners room' that he'd stayed in when he was first captured had been demolished and a nursery was created in its place. It was warm and cosy with the finest cotton and silk. Toys had been sent from the King of Sweden and the crib had been hand crafted as a present from the Queen on Spain.
"Is he asleep sweetheart?" a soft voice asked from the door. Christian turned to face her and she smiled at the sight of her gorgeous husband holding their beautiful son.
"He's just closed his eyes, I think our baby boys finally asleep," Christian cooed, turned towards Teddy's crib and gently placing his son beneath the soft velvety blanket. Teddy curled around the fluffy bunny rabbit that Kate's mother had made for him and his copper hair fanned out on the bed. Ana came to the crib, sliding a hand down her husbands back as she reached down to pet her sleeping babies hair. They both said goodnight before shutting the door and walking to the door at the end of the wing that led to their bedroom. Ana turned to look at Christian, and was about to speak when his lips smashed to hers, his hands ripping at the material of her nightgown and shoving it down her shoulders. Ana gasped and moaned at the passionate assault, gripping her husbands shoulders as he lapped at her nipples. She slipped her hands down his well defined chest and abs into his pyjama pants, grasping his thick erection in her hands and squeezing. She let go when Christian got to his knees on the ground.
"Open your legs for me," he growled, staring intently at her panty covered heat. Ana swallowed, her throat burning and core soaking as she watched him lick his lips in anticipation.
"Darling, maybe we should go back to our bed, Teddy might wake up," Ana whimpered, even as she brushed her hands through his hair, encouraging him to kiss along the line of her panties, breathing in her arousal.
"Open them Anastasia, now, I want to look at you," he leaned back and watched her open her legs for him. She knew she could never deny him anything, he was too good at making her wet and needy.
"mmm, lets take these off so I can get a proper look," Christians fingers ran up her legs slowly causing her to shiver; slowly, as though to prolong her torture, he removed the wet garment, throwing it behind them. He spread her legs further apart so he could fit even closer to her.
"So wet, always so wet, look at this dripping pussy," he looked up at her with a sadistic smiles, "I'm going to Devour you Anastasia, you'll be begging me to shove my cock in you by the end of this," he warned, before diving in head first, biting and sucking her straight away until she was pile of goo. Her hands gripped his hair forcing him closer and her moans were loud and pleading. He showed no mercy, rubbing her sweet spot between licks until she screamed his name as the coil snapped, sending her into heavan. Before she could even blink, his pants were around his ankles and he was lifting her around his hips, slamming his rock hard dick inside her quivering hole, making sure her back hit the wall with every pound of his hips. He sucked her neck leaving bruises and marks and rubbed her breast. This was the trust they had now; the longing. Ana trusted Christian to be rough yet loving, she liked to show her dominant side but his dominant side turned her into a hot mess.
"Harder Christian! oh please, more," he thrust into her harder, deeper, faster. Her screams and whimpers were matched by his groans as they neared the edge.
"oh Christian," she whined as he slammed harder against her.
"You're squeezing me so fucking hard, how are you still this tight? Come now Anastasia," Christian growled, reaching down to rub her sensitive button sending her over the edge, clawing at his back as she loved to do with him spurting thick streams of come inside her a few moments later.
"Now... we can ... go to bed," Christian smirked, kissing his dazed wife's swollen lips and carrying them into their bedroom, closing the door behind them.
2 years later, Ana gave birth to a beautiful little girl, Princess Phoebe who was the spitting image of her mother, with her fathers eyes.
Flashback
"mmm I love you," Ana moaned as Christian pumped in and out of her, moving his fingers to the place she ached for him.
"I love you too," Christian flipped them over so that his wife was on top of him and she slammed down hard. Her nails scratched down his chest leaving bright red marks in their wake causing Christian to groan and flip them back over, pounding into her harder when the door suddenly slams open revealing 3 year old Teddy, his 1 years old little sister toddling behind him, stumbling whilst trying to keep up. Christian and Ana don't even notice them, too into each other and the chase to orgasm.
"Oh Christian, Yes!" Ana cried as Christian changed the angle of his hips, dragging her fingers down his back to his ass, squeezing the firm muscles between her hands.
"Daddy, what are you going to my mummy?" Teddy asked curiously from the side of the bed, watching his parents. Christian stopped dead still and Ana pulled the covers over them quickly to hide their lower bodies.
"Teddy... what's wrong baby boy?" she panted, trying to calm her breath, Christian was still in shock above her that his children had just walked into the room.
"I took the key off Taylor, I wanted to wake you. Mummy, why was daddy on top of you? was he hurting you?" Teddy asked as Phoebe stared at the three of them, not really sure what was going on. She found something to look at on the carpet, rolling around on the floor and Ana looked at her quickly before moving her eyes back to her son, who looked a little... traumatised.
"Daddy wasn't hurting me baby, we were just having a play wrestle and he was winning,"
"But you were moaning mummy, and you both have no clothes on and daddy put his..."
"Okay, stop Teddy, tell you what, we'll have this conversation when you're a little older but for now, let's just forget it, mummy and I were play wrestling," Christian said, finally coming out of his initial shock. Teddy's face turned from confused to happy and he jumped on the bed, his little sister giggling at him.
"I want to wrestle you daddy!" he shouted, pushing Christian off his wife and flat onto his back. Ana giggled, picked her robe up off the floor and as discreetly as possible, whilst Teddy was being tickled by his father, putting it on under the covers before getting out of bed.
"Okay, come on Ted, let daddy get some clothes on and we can go down to breakfast," Teddy's big grey eyes lit up at the sound of breakfast and he jumped off Christian as fast as he could, running out of the room, heading for the kitchen in his pyjamas. Christian sighed and lay back on the bed as Ana went to pick up a cooing Phoebe from the floor. She walked around to Christian's side of the bed, waiting for him to pull on some pants and kissed his temple.
"We need to hide that key in future. Rain check?" She kissed his lips, plopping his baby girl in his lap.
"Definatly, our bed later," he winked. Ana stroked a hand across his jaw and kissed his lips again, reaching down to kiss her daughters chocolate coloured curls.
"Of course, I love you,"
"I love you too, I'll take Phoebe if you go down and find our curious son," Ana giggled as Phoebe snuggled into her fathers chest, clearly tired from her adventure so far this morning. Christian lifted her up until her face was opposite his and she leaned forward to kiss him, giggling when he blew a raspberry on her neck.
"Come on princess Phoebe, breakfast time,"
Prince Matthew was the third child to be born to the couple, he was just like his elder brother and then, 4 years later, the final Royal child, Princess Rose was born, making the family complete. They were blissfully happy for the rest of their lives and the Queen diminished her image as 'evil.' She was seen as a great mother and a loving wife to her husband. People once again fell in love with the monarchy, the country got out of debt and the economy boomed once again.
10 years later
Christian and Ana sat in their garden one afternoon; their children were playing and swimming in the pond with Elliot or asleep on the grass beside them. Ana lay between Christians legs with her eyes closed feeling the serine calm on her face. The garden had always been her happy place but lying here with the man she loved with all her heart and their children surrounding them was paradise. She didn't need anything else, everything she needed was right there with her. Christians fingers ran up and down her arm causing goose-bumps to erupt on her skin. When a little breeze spiked up, Ana snuggled closer to her husband, moving her face further into his neck to be buried in his intoxicating scent, the smell she'd grown to associate with home.
"I love you," Christian whispered to her. She smiled and kissed his neck, stroking his chest with the hand that lay across him. Her legs intwined with his, the constant need for touch and intimacy showing in their actions. Ana heard her eldest daughter squeal as her older brother shoved her into the lake and Christian sat up slightly, craning his neck to watch the show.
"I love you too, it's so beautiful, our family out here, lying with you, the sun beating down,"
"I agree, it's hard to imagine that I was once a prisoner here," Ana giggled at his words.
"You weren't ever a prisoner, you were my saviour,"
The End
AN - Thank you so much for your support, I hope you enjoyed the story! I've got a few plots swirling in my head so I hope to be back soon with a new story :)
