Title: Destressing the King
Fandom/X-Over: Sofia the First
Character(s)/Pairing: Roland II x Miranda
Bondage Level: Light
Equipment Used: Shackles, Rope
Extra Actions: Deep Kiss, Groping, Blowjob
Sex type: Anal
Sex Position: Parallel

Miranda notices her husband is feeling rather stressed after seeing the stack of paperwork left for him. She decides to remedy that.

It was night in the wonderful Kingdom of Enchancia. The full moon was out, shining down onto the large, white marble castle with the stars shining in the sky All the castle rooms were turned off, except for one room, where it was dimly lit due to the man inside.

He was a 30-year-old Caucasian man standing at an even 6ft with neatly combed blonde hair and a pair of brown eyes, dressed in a regal blue blazer, beige slacks and a pair of white slippers. He was lean and well built, though he had bags running around his eyes as he was slouched over, going over a large amount of paper. This was the King himself, Roland II.

And despite being a beloved king that looked for the wellbeing of his people, there was one thing he could do without: The damn paperwork.

"OK...Let's see. Duke Worthington wants to...build a new stable for his pet mouse? Please, spend your money on something worthwhile." He grumbled as he put a denied on the paper. That was one of the worst things about being royalty: Most of the time was dealing with nobles that requested some of the silliest requests from arranged marriages to spending money on things that weren't needed.

Hell, he even got some creepy requests about him dumping Miranda and going for them. And most of them were way too young or old enough to be his mother!

"Honestly, every time there is one piece done, two more pop into place. Just wish there was something that can make this easier." he moaned as he rubbed his eyes in exhaustion.

The door opened and he heard a melodious voice.

"Hey, honey. You OK?"

He looked up and smiled at the sight of his wife.

She was a beautiful, 5ft 9inch, 30-year-old Spanish woman was long, wavy brown hair and brown eyes with tanned skin and a healthy, curvy body with a pair of wide hips and a pair of C-cup sized breasts. Currently, she was wearing a pearl necklace and a pale, pink sundress that hugged her body and a pair of white slippers.

"Miranda. I didn't know you were awake." He said.

"I finished all my paperwork and came to see if you needed any help.' She then winced at the sight of the mountain of paper on his desk. 'And judging by the fact that the mountain over there doesn't look like it's going down anytime soon, I say I came in at the right time."

Roland saw the paperwork and sighed with a tone of exhaustion.

"Yeah. I got all of this to complete and it doesn't help that there still a lot more. Oh, days like this make me wish I had my sister take over." He moaned as he flopped onto the bed in exhaustion, staring at the ceiling.

Miranda looked at her husband in concern then at the paperwork. He did have a point. Lately a lot of the upper class had been badgering them both for silly things like marriage proposals or shrewd business deals and it was starting to get on her nerves also.

In fact, it got on the kids' nerves as a lot of the princes and princesses kept on approaching them and wouldn't give them peace and quiet.

It was the first time Sofia ordered one of the guards to chase someone off the castle grounds due to the fact one of the prince's servants snuck in to convince her to give the boy a chance.

Now though, she stared at her husband as he laid on the bed to regain some energy.

'What to do? What to do? How can I help him get some energy back? I'm pretty sure a hot cup of coffee won't solve it." She thought to herself, before an idea came to mind.

A rather naughty idea came to mind.

What was it? It was based on their honeymoon with some shackles and rope.

Eagerly, she went to her and her husband's room to grab some supplies and prepare her body for this.

Hopefully, he will be in the mood.

After a few minutes of laying exhausted, Roland decided to just leave the paperwork for another time when he had more energy. He trudged his way back to his bedroom and entered, closing the door.

"I guess you are done?" He heard Miranda from behind him.

"No.' he sighed. 'I'm too exhausted to do anything. I'll continue another night when I-" He was cut off as he turned around and saw the dim lights reflecting on his wife. His face flushed red at the sight of her.

She was naked like a newborn baby, her thighs apart showing her glistening clit. Her arms were held above her head by a pair of iron shackles secured by a length of rope, which put her body on display. She smiled saucily at her gaping husband, who looked like he was going to pass out from lustful overload. The only thing she had on was her pearl necklace

"Oh no~ I was hoping you wouldn't find out about this." She spoke in a faux bashful tone as she shook her wrists, the chains clinking in the air.

"M-Miranda...What...why?" Roland stuttered, his hormones beating back any logic in his brain.

"Well, I saw how stressed you were and I thought maybe some sexual healing could give back your energy. I then remembered our honeymoon where I had some fun with a pair of shackles and rope, so I figured...why not?' She then pouted. 'Tell me you aren't disgusted by this?"

"Why would I be disgusted, you look fantastic." He said in a loving tone as he approached his wife a deep kiss, their tongues wrestling for dominance. When they seperated, a trail of saliva joined them as they looked at each other's eyes, hungry for each other.

Cupping her face, Roland began to speak.

"You look as beautiful as the day I met you." He said, which caused her to look away in a flushed manner.

"Oh, Rolly...You always say the sweetest things." She said as they resumed kissing.

Soon, Roland decided that he should get ready himself as he undressed himself, showing his lean build and his erect cock at a healthy 6.5 inch long.

Roland went behind her and took a hold of her motherly hips, lining himself up with her ass. With one gentle thrust, he shoved his cock into her ass, causing her to gasp. Roland stayed still, allowing her to get used to the long shaft in her ass.

"You getting use to this?" He asked.

"Yeah..." She breathed as she felt sweat build up and soon sighed as Roland began to thrust back and forth, her breasts swaying as he continued to shag her. With each thrust, Roland reached over and kissed her lips. As they were kissing, Roland began to move his hips faster and his hands went north to her breasts, squeezing them his grip.

With each thrust, Miranda gasped in ecstasy as he thrusted harder and squeezed her breasts tighter.

"You want me to continue?" He asked

She nodded and he began to pick up the pace, squeezing a lot harder as the chains began to rattle. It was then he felt something build up inside his cock.

"OOOF! MIRANDA! I FEEL SOMETHING COMING!" He bellowed a bit and Miranda clenched her butt cheeks as she felt it shoot cum into her ass and her ass squeezed every drop of cum out of him.

Soon, Roland leaned forward in exhaustion while Miranda fell slack from the confines of the shackles.

"So...I think you are relaxed?" She said with a cheeky yet exhausted smile.

"Yeah. Thanks, hon. I needed that." Roland said with a smile as they shared a gentle kiss.

A good way to end the night.

But then Roland had a thought.

"Uhhh...Where's the key?" HE asked which caused Miranda's face to drop.

"Oh no..."

In Memoriam of the late Queen Elizabeth II

R.I.P You ladyship...