"Kneel," Darien commanded. When Serena complied, he couldn't help but smile. Once she was on her knees, he added, "The Virgin Crowned Princess, that's quite the title you have there." He chuckled darkly. "What should they call you now that I've conquered your father's kingdom?"
"Serena," she responded softly.
"The pretty princess has a name. Fascinating. But that's not what I'm interested in calling you. Do you know what I intend to call you?"
"No, Your Highness."
He cupped her cheek and made her look up at him. "Aren't you the least bit interested in knowing the answer?"
"My father's kingdom and everything in it belongs to you. That includes me. He treated me like a piece of property, and I expect that you will, too. Whatever the answer is, I will find out soon enough. I will do as you command."
"You've taken your change in circumstances well," he replied.
"I merely trade one tyrant for another. What does it matter to me?"
He chuckled darkly. "I assure you, Serena, that your role in my kingdom will be very different from your last one." He reached down her bodice and grabbed her pert breast firmly. "Your virginity doesn't work for me. You will be my concubine. Any comments?"
She bowed her head a bit. "None," she assured him.
"Your father really broke your spirit, didn't he? Interesting. That will suit me and my desires. I think I'll set you up as the brightest jewel in my harem. Not hard when your asshole father had all the women in there killed so that I couldn't have them."
Darien loved watching fire flash through his wife's eyes. She wanted to yell at him for even playing with the idea of having another woman. Something he would never do, but he enjoyed the moment of jealousy.
He then continued, "You will be brought to me anytime I desire you, and that starts right now. I will pluck the people's precious virgin and then announce it to the crowds below. You're mine."
He grabbed her up and pulled her against his chest. "You should feel honored that I will be the one to take your maidenhead. Say, thank you."
He flinched a bit in surprise when he felt something pressing against his neck. He grabbed it out of her hand and almost broke character and laughed. It was a plastic butter knife. Her character had tried to slit his throat.
Darien tossed it across the room and held her to him tightly. "The kitten has claws. You surprised me, Serena."
"The people just got rid of one tyrant for another. I thought I would do them and me a favor!"
He pressed her hard against the wall, pinning her there with his body. He then reached up her dress and grabbed the front of her panties. Next, he pulled on them to bunch the fabric in the front to a thin line and slid it between her folds, making it rub against her clit.
He pulled at them a bit, making them rub her clit once again, and then said, "Despise me —I don't care." He rubbed them against her clit twice more and added, "Can you honestly tell me you don't want this? Your father locked you up and kept you from experiencing life." He moved his pointer finger and slid it along the panties between her folds. "You're wet. You hate me, but your body craves physical touch."
Serena shifted her hips, rubbing her clit against her panties and his finger. As she did, she moaned. She didn't know if she was actually staying in character, but her body craved him, and she couldn't help herself.
"I'll take that as you conceding to my point, Serena." He then released her panties and sank two fingers into her pussy. "Tell me, how does that feel, Virgin?" He taunted.
Serena's body was trembling. She realized she was losing the game too quickly, and he was using that against her. He knew her turn-ons and was using them to make her character fall under his power.
"Like that?" He pumped his fingers inside of her.
She got a sassy look in her eyes and said, "I think I would prefer being handed over to your men. My father would have hated the idea of them all fucking me."
He curled his fingers in her and kissed her hard on the mouth. Then he said, "I'm King, and you're my spoils of war. I worked hard to get this crown, and now I'm going to fuck that former ass-hole-king's gorgeous daughter. The thought of getting between your creamy thighs helped spur me on when things got difficult."
"Then you'll have to force me into your harem."
He began rubbing her clit and pumping his fingers in her. He knew what it was doing to her. She was drenching his fingers. "Queen then," he insisted. "I like the idea of the virginal princess fucking her way to a better crown." As she moaned from his fingers, he added, "You just have to submit bodily to me. You don't even have to like me."
As she remained pressed to the wall while he fingered her, she mentally tried to calculate how long she could hold out against her body's true desire —him. He huskily whispered in her ear, "Your wet pussy gives the game away, Sweetheart."
'Obviously,' she wanted to snap back at him, but she held out. Holding out was the theme of the game that she was losing quickly right now. Every bit of her wanted to have him bring her to orgasm. She forced herself to continue the game and say, "You think I'll surrender my body to you? Fool."
Darien loved his wife and knew they were walking the edge of a darker roleplay that he knew she was participating in for him. The slight deviant side lurking in him that they had discovered wanted this. At one time, he had wondered if Matalia had broken him a bit, but she had promised she loved playing along with the edgier side of him.
He chuckled and gave her a searing look. Thumbing her clit and finger fucking her, he was making her body tremble for more. He said, "Then climb off my fingers and walk away. I don't think you can. I think you just don't want to admit that this is getting you off." He smirked as she writhed in pleasure while his fingers penetrated her. "It's enough for me just to know you want it —my ripe peach."
Serena figured that was as far as she could press things, and she rode his fingers, barely holding off from begging for him to make her orgasm. She grew desperate as he locked eyes with her and pleasured her.
She almost cried when he abruptly pulled his hand from her and licked his fingers clean. She hadn't orgasmed, and she was nearly wild over that fact.
"Strip and lay on my bed." He then covered her mouth with his hand. "Don't bother saying anything. I don't need to hear anything from your sharp tongue. Just do as I say." He then patted her on the ass as she walked by, complying with his demands.
He took his time walking to the room, drawing it out, and giving her time to be naked when he got there. When he did, he leaned on the door frame and eyed her naked body. "Shit, you're hot when you're silent."
Darien next stripped and made his way over to her. "Spread. Your. Thighs."
He climbed on top of her as she obeyed and settled between them. He then looked her in the eyes and said, "I relish my spoils of war." He thrust in and seated his cock, balls deep, inside of her. "Your tight pussy is my indulgence after all that effort." He groaned in pleasure. "It's good to be King."
He then rutted into her making her scream his name in pleasure until he came deep inside of her and filled her with his cum. Sated, he gave her a smoldering look, "Long live Queen Serena."
