Lemon

Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight

"Oh thank goodness, Landi! I was sure my stomach was going to eat its way out of my chest from hunger!"

"Nice to see you too, Rachel," Landi laughed as she handed over the food. "It's good to know that you're not exaggerating in front of company or anything." The economics teacher was too busy stuffing her face to answer. "Is my offering accepted? May we come in?" The woman nodded happily and stepped back to admit her guests. The group of royals and their bodyguards moved into the spacious apartment, standing around until Landi plopped herself down on the floor next to the couch.

"These are the famous Anasazi siblings, Tyr and Jubilee. They brought someone to try and replace me, Princess Ellura Bereng. The two random men in the back there are Omar and Hazma, the bodyguards. Guys, these are the people who generously offered to take us in for the evening. She is Rachel Chu and her fiancé, Nick Young is in the back. Oliver T'sien is the one by the fridge, he's Nick's cousin. Does everyone know each other now?" She took the stunned silence in the room as permission to continue. "Thanks for having us over, Rachel. We had an exciting day at The Met. Jubilee is an art major and she had the time of her life dragging us around and explaining the different aspects and styles of art in the museum."

"Oh, ouch. That place is huge; your feet must be killing you. Please have a seat." The rest of Landi's troupe sat on the couches in the living room.

"You have a beautiful home," Jubilee said awkwardly, obviously trying to start a conversation. Rachel locked eyes with her friend and they both smiled.

"Thank you, Jubilee, was it? We settled in together a few months ago or something. We're waiting for something to open up for Landi on one of the lower floors since we have the penthouse. I think it would be fun to live in the same building as my friend."

"Nobody has moved? I thought New Yorkers were constantly on the move."

"Oh, New Yorkers are constantly moving around, Jubilee. This is the city that never sleeps," Oliver said slyly while pouring himself some juice to go with his crepe. "But when it comes to real estate, they are immovable. Especially when they find some piece of prime real estate like this. Until someone dies or leaves the city, little Landi is stuck in her crappy apartment with the broken elevator."

"I've already explained this, Ollie. The elevator isn't broken. Management just shuts it down after nine every night to save power."

"We'll just have to agree to disagree, my dear. After walking down seven flights of stairs while drunk, I say that the elevators are broken." Landi sighed at his evaluation of the situation.

"Try walking up seven flights after a sixteen hour workday. That's the definition of 'fun', let me tell ya," she countered cheekily. "But it keeps me in shape, I guess. And it's a good excuse to cut an evening short."

"Your building doesn't have power at night?" Ellura asked with a smug smile on her lovely face. Rachel frowned.

"I didn't say the building didn't have power at night. I said that the elevators shut off at nine to save power. There is a difference, Ms. Bereng."

"What happened to 'your Majesty?" the princess demanded angrily.

"I like to use the names of my enemies," she said forcefully. "It takes away their power." The two women stared at each other until Ellura looked away. Tyr came up behind the outspoken woman and sat down on the couch so that he could massage her neck and shoulders. Landi leaned into the tender touch happily. "Mmm… thank you, baby." The two remained that way for a while, everyone watching them silently.

"What did everyone want for drinks tonight?" Rachel smiled at the group at last, remembering her manners.

"I'll take a rum and coke if you have it," Jubilee said automatically.

"Is that… Wise, your Majesty? The economics professor asked cautiously.

"We're going straight from here to the hotel tonight, where we're in for one of mother's lectures on the latest scandals in the kingdom. I'd like to fortify myself against that while I can."

"Double shot of Jack Daniels on the rocks, please," Tyr ordered with a kiss to the back of his woman's neck.

"I'll have a glass of red wine please," Ellura requested calmly. "I'd rather remember tonight," she added imperiously.

"I'll just go with my usual, Rachel, thank you."

"Oh Landi!"

"I don't drink around X-factors. You know that." Rachel laughed and nodded, going to the bar to start their orders, when Tyr's phone rang. He answered it with a frown and a terse response. Whatever was said did not improve his disposition. His answers were one-word and hostile. And when he hung up, he looked furious. Landi felt slightly ashamed that his fury sent a sensual jolt straight to her lower belly.

"Father wants us home. He has received sold-out tickets to an opera tonight. We will be dropping off Ms. Shaveed on the way. He did not receive enough tickets for her." The lawyer looked surprised and then nodded her acceptance. So that's what had made her man so angry. It was a simple and predictable situation. He would stay true. But first, she needed to calm him down

"Sorry, Rachel, it seems we'll have to hold off on those drinks for another day. Thanks for your hospitality and I'll catch up with you later, okay?" With that, she levered herself off the floor and moved toward the door with the princesses and her prince.

"Wait," the Asian woman said, running to the door. "Call me when you get in." She stared at her friend's cold, dark eyes to extract the promise.

"Okay," the woman said lightly. Rachel was worried that her tone didn't match her eyes. "But I won't be able to talk long. I have to prepare for court on Monday." This stunned everyone. "I'm okay, Rachel. I don't think I have any outfit fancy enough for a night at the opera house and the king certainly wasn't going to spring for one for me, especially on such short notice."

"He should," Jubilee said angrily. "To uninvite you like this is wrong."

"Then he'll just have to learn, won't he? He'll just have to learn that I'm not going anywhere. You'll have to tell me all about the opera tomorrow morning at breakfast, Jubes."

"Of course, Ms. Shaveed," she said formally. "We look forward to you joining us for breakfast first thing in the morning. This opera incident is atrocious and I apologize formally for the insult."

"No insult taken on your part, your Majesty," Landi said just as formally. "I prefer to assign blame where it belongs. I accept your generous invitation and will see you at eight tomorrow morning." The two laughed at the formality and continued out the door. Ellura looked awfully pleased with herself, not even bothering to thank her hostess for her hospitality. Tyr Anasazi was still fuming.

"Tyr, let Landi handle this. Your father will see your anger as teenage angst. Landi standing up to him is necessary."

"I haven't been a teenager in a long time, Ms. Chu. And I refuse to go along with this."

"I didn't say 'go along with it'. I said 'let Landi handle it'. I'm sure you know ways to make your father regret his decision. You have to live here in peace long after your father is gone, correct?" The sudden smile on Tyr's face told the woman that he got it and would be laying down passive resistance to his father's plan all night.

The ride to Landi's apartment was tense and silent. Landi might have a plan for tomorrow, but she was clearly still furious about the exclusion tonight. When they arrived, Tyr got out of the limo to hug her tightly. She returned the gesture and relaxed.

"I hope I don't wake up to Tweets about you and Ms. Thing as a couple," she joked. Tyr frowned.

"I pledged my heart to you months ago, Alhamia. I won't give you up for some foolish old man who thinks he knows better." Landi smiled tearfully at that. (Protectress)

"I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow. You'd better have a plot synopsis for me."

"I don't plan to pay much attention. Opera has never been my forte." The woman laughed and went into her apartment building. The minute he climbed back in the limousine, Ellura slid over in her seat.

"Now that the riff-raff is gone…" she said seductively, caressing his ear with her tongue. Tyr threw her off of him violently, shocking and scaring her all at once.

"Stay away from me, you vapid viper," he growled. "I know you had something to do with this. Alandra is my woman. She will be my wife. You are just an obstacle to be overcome in the road to our happiness and I don't like drama. So stay away from me." The princess started crying and Jubilee and Tyr ignored her, focusing on their trip to the Met. The siblings talked all the way back to the hotel about the interesting paintings and sculptures over the sobs of the spoiled princess. A crowd was in front of the hotel as usual. Tyr helped his sister out of the limo and they continued their conversation all the way into the Ritz-Carlton. Omar helped Ellura out of the limo after a few minutes of her sitting by the open door, waiting for Tyr to come get her. The woman was shocked that the prince didn't come back for her. The crowd pressed in on her and she was forced to all but run into the hotel. She took the elevator to the suite alone, feeling sorry for herself the whole way up. She'd never felt so defeated. It was not supposed to be this hard to secure herself a prince. But he was obsessed with this commoner!

"You've been crying, my dear. Whatever is the matter?" Victoria greeted her guest. Ellura shook her head, suddenly not sure that she would get the sympathy she craved from the Queen. Tyr and his father were arguing in hushed tones in the corner and Jubilee was glaring at her as if this was her fault. She'd only suggested something cultured for the group, she hadn't bought the tickets! "Well, your handmaidens are ready to adorn you for the opera. You must hurry, though, we leave in less than an hour." Knowing the goth theme the prince had adopted for Landi, she instructed her seamstresses to make her dress match his outfit, right down to the red thread that would justify his poet shirt. The princess was dreaming of the pictures of them in matching outfits as her servants worked quickly to fashion her gown over her instructions. So when she made her grand entrance only to see that he was in a sharp gray suit, she was furious.

"You! You changed!"

"I bought that outfit for my lady. Besides, why would I wear a goth outfit to the opera?" Ellura started fuming.

"Tyr. Go put back on your goth outfit," Barbarossa said with an indulgent smile at the princess.

"No. There isn't time, not if we wish to be on time for the show. Perhaps your princess shouldn't have wasted her entire time trying to impress me and just gotten dressed." The king suddenly looked just as furious as the princess.

"I said-"

"Our son is right, your Majesty. There is no more time for costume changes; Princess Ellura whittled that time away fussing over her evening gown. We need to leave if we want to make our appointment." The king glared at his wife, but Victoria held firm. They all left the suite to face the cameras. There was a great deal of speculation on the princess and prince. But most seemed to get the hint that Tyr Anasazi was not interested by their non-matching outfits. Not to mention the antisocial behavior towards her. He helped his sister into the limo rather than the princess, and whenever she came close to him, it was like magnets repelling. Barbarossa arranged for Tyr to sit between the two princesses; Tyr spent most of the show in the bathroom or chatting with the staff at the gift shop. He disappeared entirely during intermission.

The New Yorkers were eating this up, commenting favorably about his faithfulness to his girlfriend. Barbarossa was not amused.

"Sawf tatazawaj almar'at alati akhtartuha lak," he whispered firmly after managing to corner his son in the bathroom after the performance. (You will marry the woman I have selected for you.)

"I will not, Father," Tyr said sternly in English. "I will take this matter before grandfather if I have to. Abdicate the throne if it comes to it. But I will never marry the greedy, selfish princess of Lesotho."

"I am your father!"

"And I have found someone worth fighting for," the Alibhain prince told him firmly. He walked away from the situation before his father could goad him into a full-fledge argument.

"Tyr," Ellura called loudly over the soothing murmur of the crowd. "Tyr, what did you think-"

"Do not address me so informally, madam," he glared at the woman and she shrank back in fear. "I am the crown prince of Alibhai. And we are nothing to each other. I will not play these games with you." The murmuring picked up at this declaration, mostly with contemptuous looks aimed at the princess. Tyr stormed out of the opera house and caught a cab to his girlfriend's place. Seven flights of stairs were not enough to cool his ire. He just managed to stop himself from banging on her door when he reached it. The locks came off and suddenly the only sight he'd wanted to see all night was before him, expressive brown eyes widened in shock. Landi was still in her goth outfit, and her books were once more covering her furniture. He'd obviously interrupted her in the middle of prepping for her trial on Monday, but he couldn't find it in himself to be remorseful about the fact. His blood was too hot.

"Tyr? I thought-" he pushed her back into her apartment with his lips, wrapping his arms around her waist to make his kiss more substantial. He was relieved when she moaned against his mouth, shivering as he possessed her. The two made out for a few minutes before she somehow managed to stop him from taking her dress off. "Tyr? What's going on?"

"I don't want you as my girlfriend anymore," he told her firmly. "After tonight's fiasco, I want you as my wife. Will you marry me, Alandra Shaveed?" He went down on one knee and pulled a ring box out of his pocket. He presented it to her, opening it up to reveal a gorgeous paved 24-carat diamond ring. She stared at the jewel slack-jawed before looking at him.

"It's beautiful. When?"

"I bought it the same day as your charm bracelet. I admit, I was a little bit conflicted as to which to give you first, but the ring didn't fit around flowers as well and a remote proposal seemed kinda tacky."

"Baby, I can't just-"

"You can and you will, Alhamia. I have a judge on speed dial and I'm perfectly fine with having the honeymoon here." (Protectress)

"Tyr, we've only known each other for a few months. There's still so much we don't know about each other. Are you sure you want to take such a huge step? I won't let you take it back in the morning, you know. To me, marriage is a big, permanent deal. I won't-" The prince kissed her breathless, slowly running his hands over her to heat her blood. When she was limp against him, he finally relented.

"Call Rachel and Nick. Tell them to meet us at the courthouse. We need two witnesses and I'd rather they not be random employees."

"Wait! We don't match anymore," the woman lamented. Tyr walked into her bedroom, a place he'd never been admitted, and walked straight to her closet. He searched through her dresses until he found the navy blue dress she'd worn in California that matched his gray suit.

"Get changed, my love. I am eager to elope with you. I'll call the Youngs and put your books away while you change and then we'll catch a cab to the courthouse on-"

This is all happening too fast! What about my family, Tyr? They're going to be pissed when they find out about this." He smiled and caressed her cheek softly.

"They would be more pissed if they found out that I was inside of you without something legal to back it. And I'm going to be inside of you tonight, little one. It's time you found out that the rumors are true."

"R-rumors?" she gulped, backing away from him. He grinned boyishly and stepped up to her again.

"Oh yes, Alhamia. The rumors about my sexual appetite and prowess. I know you've already heard them; I sometimes catch you staring at my crotch with a dazed look on your face. It's all true, Alandra. I am huge and I only want you." He then whispered something so wickedly filthy in her ear that she orgasmed against him. "Get changed, Alhamia, before I decide to marry you in the morning instead." (Protectress)

"Eep!" she squeaked, diving into her closet. Tyr's warm laughter followed her, seeming to cling to her skin. It didn't take long to get dressed in her wedding dress. She attempted to get her hair back into its usual bun, but Tyr stopped her.

"Oh, no, my lovely one. You should get used to having your hair down outside of work hours. Now that I've seen it, I can't get enough of it. Come with me and be my bride." He held out a hand to her and she shyly accepted.

"This is insane! I am never this impulsive. And aren't you worried that this starts the countdown to your reign?" She got in the cab that they had just hailed.

"Would you like me to spank you later for your impulses?" The prince whispered in her ear so that the cabbie wouldn't hear. Landi blushed and giggled. She tried to pull away as she usually did when her boyfriend turned up the heat, but he followed her this time, kissing and licking her neck while continuing to make suggestive comments that had her whole body on fire by the time they reached the court house.

"Oh my gosh, you're insane," Rachel laughed while hugging her friend tightly. "This is going to rock the city. Everyone has been following your relationship with the prince of Alibhai with intense interest. Now you're just going to elope? What brought this on?"

"I don't rightly know," Landi admitted with a shrug. "Tyr suggested it after he proposed to me tonight. I don't know what brought it on to be honest." Tyr grinned at his woman and wrapped her in his arms from behind.

"After the opera, I realized that I wanted forever with my love and I'm no longer willing to be patient about it."

"There's just… There's so much we still don't know about each other, Jaguar. What if you find something out that you don't like?" The man placed his hands on her shoulders, knowing that she was trying to talk herself out of marrying him tonight. He leaned in to talk to her, bending over so she would have to face him as they entered the courthouse.

"Alandra, I love you. And I believe love covers a multitude of things according to what you believe. I do not believe I could learn anything about you that would be a deal breaker for me. And you obviously feel the same way about me on some level, or you would have turned me down flat. And should either of us discover that unlikeable thing about the other? Then we will sit down and discuss it like adults. We don't do divorce in Alibhai, so you're about to be stuck with me. Do you think you can handle that?" The woman nodded as he put things in terms she could accept.

"She'd better be able to 'handle that' or she wouldn't be here," Judge Cremont laughed boisterously. "Of all the people who I would expect to elope, you were not on my list, Ms. Shaveed. I always figured you for a big church wedding. Grandma in the front pew and flower girls throwing petals." Landi raised an eyebrow at the older woman.

"Just goes to show, Mrs. Creemont. Don't assume; it makes an 'ass' of 'u' and 'me'. I don't have living grandparents or nieces to be offended. And after watching my brother's wedding, I resolved to have a small, private wedding if I ever married at all. My parents will either be furious that I cut them out of the festivities or thank me for saving them the stress of another wedding."

"Oh? Was your sister-in-law that much of a bridezilla?"

"Ethel is a good soul and a sweetheart, but my mother was asking her doctor for Valium to deal with the fussy woman during the planning process. She was… Let's just say that my mother will thank me for this. Daddy's the one who's going to throw a fit. I brought my birth certificate and social security card, Judge. I wasn't quite sure what to bring for official documentation."

"We just need your driver's licenses to make this happen, Alandra. Aren't you eager?" The judge teased her. They married in a standard, wedding ceremony that anyone in the Northern Hemisphere could likely recite by heart. They said their vows and exchanged the rings that Tyr had bought all those months ago and waited with anticipation for the moment when they would be pronounced husband and wife. Once the words were spoken, the prince swept his bride into his arms and kissed her thoroughly. He suckled her tongue until she whimpered softly in his mouth.

"Alright, Mr. Anasazi. I know you're excited to get this little lady home, but there are still a few signatures we need before all is said and done. You still with us, honey?" The judge asked in concern. Landi nodded, not trusting her voice yet. They both signed the marriage license and the paperwork, took pictures on everyone's phones, and just like that, they were officially married.

"Thanks so much for coming down here on such short notice. And of course, for leaving the wet blanket behind."

"Poor Ollie is going to flip when he finds out. But at least you were spared the lecture tonight," Rachel laughed. Landi laughed along with her.

"Oh, I am in for plenty of lectures in the days and weeks to come. I just didn't want anything to ruin my mood tonight." All three adults laughed and goaded her about the wedding night. Both couples thanked the judge and left the courthouse together, taking separate cabs to their destinations. Tyr gave directions to her apartment, then turned to the trembling beauty with a predatory smile on his face.

"So, Mrs. Anasazi… Your place or mine?"

"Oh my," she giggled breathlessly. "Um… How about mine? I don't want to run into your dad until I absolutely have to."

"Wait, youse guys are married?" The cabbie asked, flipping between watching the road and gawking at the couple. Tyr captured her lips before she could answer any questions, tilting her head just to devastate her senses. The cabbie took the hint and drove silently to the woman's apartment, ignoring her moans and sighs of pleasure as they drove through the streets. His tact paid off and he was five hundred dollars richer when he pulled away from the amorous newlyweds in front of her apartment.

Tyr barely noticed the money exchange. He was too busy delving into his sweet woman's mouth. Her sounds, her taste… Alandra was a perfect drug that he'd been jonesing for months now and he fully intended to get his fix tonight and every night after. He herded his prize toward the staircases.

"I'm so sorry, I forgot about the elevator. We should-" her husband cut off her suggestion with an ardent kiss.

"Run," he whispered against her lips before releasing her. She stared at him for a few moments before the glint in his deep brown eyes had her sprinting up the stairs. She didn't waste words trying to convince him to behave or turn to see how close he was to her. She just did as she'd been told. She actually made it four flights up before she was playfully tackled to the wall. The girl giggled as they kissed, Tyr growling as he attacked her neck with his lips and tongue. His hands weren't idle either, tracing her wet thighs through her dress. Soon her giggles were breathless moans as he hiked her up so she could feel him through her dress.

"Tyr!" she gasped as she came in contact with his… Interest… For the first time. It felt like a steel rod was pressed up against her belly and she was suddenly terrified. She pushed past him in a daze and he grabbed her hand, not willing to lose the playful mood they'd had developed coming up the stairs.

"That's right, you'd better run, little girl. The big, bad wolf is coming for you. And he intends to gobble you up, princess."

"What if… Wh-what if," she stammered shyly. Then she swallowed thickly and tried again. "What if your princess wants to be devoured?" Tyr could only smile fondly at her complete trust in him. Her innocence was such a turn-on. She was all his now. No one could take her away from him. He grinned wickedly at his woman and pushed her toward the next flight of stairs.

"If my wonderful wife would like to be devoured like a forbidden sweet by a greedy boy, then she'd better get to her apartment. It's already past midnight and breakfast is at eight." Landi looked at him blankly and he laughed. "Up the stairs, princess," he said firmly, swatting her butt to get her moving. Hearing her moan from that little bit of violence revved his hormones and he gave her a silent count of ten before he started chasing her up to her home. He caught her two more times on the stairs and each time their makeout sessions got more intense. He was touching her all over through her clothing, he even spread her legs and pulled off her underwear the second time, just so he could watch Dat Ass up the final flight of stairs. God, he'd wanted to consume her that last time. Especially since she didn't seem very interested in getting away. But she deserved some privacy while he deflowered her. Listening to her pant and knowing it wasn't all from exertion, Tyr picked up the pace, knowing also that he would likely take her on the floor if they stopped again. She seemed to realize it too, because he didn't catch her again until she was fidgeting with her keys, trying to get her door open. She was shaking too badly to insert the key in the keyhole. He could tell it was a heady combination of fear and anticipation that was keeping her from entering her apartment. He plucked the keys out of her sweaty grip and inserted it into the first deadbolt on the door.

"Are you ready, Alhamia? Are you prepared for what I have in store for you, my guiding angel?" He turned her around so that he could see the look on her face as he seduced her. "You have no idea how many sweaty nights I've dreamt of what it would be like to have you. To press myself so far inside of you that you choked on me. To ride you all night long as you begged me for more. I want you so badly, my little protectress." He turned the key in the second deadbolt, watching her shudder and throw her head back in ecstasy simply from his voice. He took the key out of the final lock and ran it over her throat as she'd wrapped her leg around his thigh and gave in to her shuddering orgasm. "Let's take this inside, little love. I'm not nearly finished with you." (Protectress)

The couple stumbled into the vestibule, Landi practically melted against his hard body and the race to get their clothes off was on. It was only by some miracle that Tyr remembered to close and lock the door. Or that may have been from backing her up against it. Once the woman was secured and couldn't get away, he started kissing her frantically, lifting her dress up over her head and throwing it off to the side so he could massage her wet thighs. Landi, in the meantime, was moaning like a well-tuned engine, undoing his suit jacket and shirt while trying to keep up with his talented tongue and mouth. Her shy tongue became more bold as they got more naked. Soon only his socks, her bra, and their jewelry remained as they knelt on her freshly made bed from this morning.

"I can't believe this is happening," she moaned as the man suckled her neck and she gazed dreamily at the ceiling. He easily undid the latches on her bra and soon that joined the pile of clothing on the floor. He backed off and the mood shifted to something less frenzied and more exploratory. He traced her breasts slowly and lightly, watching in amazement as her nipples hardened to stiff dark brown peaks. Then he started suckling them gently as she spasmed in his strong arms. He kept at those golden globes over and over until she screamed her release. He could feel how wet and ready she was, his foot-long length coated in her juices as he used it to excite her. This was so much better than any dream he could come up with because she was here. There would be no pile of cum-stained sheets in the morning, just his trembling lady, full of his seed. He decided then and there to hold off on reversing his vasectomy until they moved back to Alibhai for his training. He would enjoy his fertile woman extensively until they were forced to leave New York.

"Jaguar… Oh my God, Jaguar," she moaned at the ceiling over and over again. Her brain was stuck in a pleasure loop; all she could do was thrust her apparently succulent breasts at his amazing mouth and cry out as he ground their lower bodies together. It was like the lock and key, her quaking was preventing the connection. But soon he would come along and open her up, just like he had the door. She had to believe that. He would never leave her like this. She started crying, it felt so good. Then she slid onto her bed back first, alone in her room. Wait, was it all a dream? Had she been so upset about the opera that she'd imagined it all?

"Where do you keep your towels, Alhamia?" His beloved voice questioned her from the next room over. She tried to pull herself together and failed. (Protectress)

"They're in the bathroom," she managed to get out, aware of the warmth of her charm bracelet on her right wrist and her wedding rings on her left finger as she leaked all over her covers as she never had before. She was a virgin through and through, more afraid of her body than anything. She started to panic at this thought, suddenly ashamed of her innocence and fretful about her ability to please him the way he was pleasing her.

"What are you thinking about, Alhamia?" he asked sexily, lifting her aching tits back to his mouth. His fully erect member found her slick opening and she was once more coating his thick length with her juices. (Protectress)

"N-nothing," she stuttered, not wanting to spoil the mood. He bit her bust and she squeaked.

"I asked you a question, lover. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want an answer. The next time you lie to me in the bedroom, all this stops."

"No! No, please," she said desperately, pressing herself more firmly against his penis.

"Let's try this again: What are you thinking about, Alhamia?" The overstimulated woman started crying again and he stopped. "Alandra, I-" (Protectress)

"I don't know how to please you," she sobbed. "I don't even know how to please myself. You're making me feel so good and you're barely touching me. I just want-" Whatever she wanted was lost to time as he comforted her with his talented tongue, stroking her tonsils. When he was done, the woman was reeling once again. He resumed his stroking, using his wonderfully callused fingers to stimulate her breasts so that he could reassure her.

"Baby! I know that you are pure, the purest soul I have ever encountered. I want to teach you how, Sweetness. I will enjoy being your instructor in this new aspect of your life. First lesson, we need to get you a sound suppressor. You are entirely too loud for when I force you to suck me off in the closet to hide from my parents. I love it. I want your moans and cries and eventual pleas all for myself." He smiled that wicked smile of his and attacked her boobs with dedication till her world broke into fragments of light and color. Then he repositioned her under him, placing a few of her thick towels under her lush bottom. "I can't wait to start exploring new positions with you. But we have to start somewhere. And my turgid phallus is ready for more penetrative activities."

"Wait, what are the towels for?" he looked her over with a soft smile.

"Well, most are for the wet spot our juices will leave when you finish practicing your kegels on me. But this one," here he pulled her up by the towel to spread her some. "This one in particular is for your red banner. Are you ready?"

"Will it hurt?" she asked quietly and Tyr had to resist the urge to stroke her like a child. She was so innocent.

"Only a little, Sweetness. I want you to enjoy this so that you come back for more. I want you as addicted to my dick as I am to your smile." He lifted her chin. "And I live for your smile, my love." Sweat broke out all over her body, but he didn't penetrate her right away. Instead, he kissed her passionately, rubbing their privates together until she thought she might burst from it. She whimpered and pleaded around his tongue. She was headed toward her pinnacle, she could feel herself coming undone as she had several times tonight. She was screaming how close she was to completion, gasping random things about his prowess and masterful execution, when he was suddenly deep inside of her. She choked on her own spit, she was so shocked. But before she could react to the invasion, her whole body tightened up and she released around his hardness that was thrust unbelievably deep inside her. Her mind went away with the pleasure of it, and when she came back, they were frozen in time, his member throbbing inside of her. She relaxed her inner muscles as best as she could, and Tyr took the submission as he was meant to, pumping into her. His strokes made her hair stand on end, the electricity between them was so delicious. Landi gasped and cried out for more as he pumped into her. Could this be real? "Could her boyfriend really carry the secret of ultimate pleasure between his muscular thighs?"

"I am your husband, woman," he said firmly, lifting her bottom and spanking it as he pumped away. Her cries for more changed octave and he was suddenly certain that someone would be investigating a torturous murder if this place didn't have soundproofing.

"I love you on your back, Alhamia. But riding my conquests has always been my preference," he whispered against her ear. "And you are going to come to crave my preferences. I worship you outside of the bedroom. Your spirit, your passion are what I live for. But in our marriage bed, you are going to suckle my body and beg repeatedly for me to take you to Heaven. You will-" (Protectress)

"OH, GOD, BIG DADDY! FUCK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY UP!" The women screamed without warning. Tyr chuckled darkly and complied. He pulled out the towel closest to her skin and threw it across the room before pulling out of her. Before she could whine about it, she was on her belly as he thrust violently inside of her. He expected her to beg for mercy, or a break at the very least. He was pleasantly surprised when she begged for him. Over and over again he pleased her tight body and over and over again she moaned and groaned for more of his love. He even made the mistake of pulling on her hair as he rode her and she only mewled and demanded more. He obliged her despite knowing that a hot soak would be in order for his eager lady in the morning. He spilled his sperm in her repeatedly, something that he'd never done before with a woman.

"You've made me wait all these months, baby. I have so much love stored up for you. I'm going to marinate you in my love, throw your legs open and fill you with my seed. And the beast in me will continue to lay claim to you. Over and over again while you beg and writhe and thank me for it."

"Oh yes, yes big daddy! Don't stop fucking me. Don't STOP!" The prince pulled her head back by her hair and licked the seam of her mouth before plunging his tongue in. His tongue swirled in her mouth, mimicking his conquest until the woman couldn't take it anymore and exploded around him. Tyr was right behind her, giving her what she needed, pleasing her until she passed out at last. After she drifted off to sleep for the night, Tyr set about cleaning up their messes so they wouldn't have to deal with it in the morning - well, later today. He pulled the towels out from under her to dry and started gathering their stuff. The glint of his white-gold band distracted him and he smiled. Had he really just defied the monarchy in such a blatant way? It felt good. It felt right. It felt strangely like something he was meant to do. Secure in this knowledge, he opened the bedroom door to come face to face with his trusted bodyguards.

"Did you have fun deflowering that innocent girl, 'Big Daddy'," Omar asked spitefully. "I suppose you want us to dispose of her now that you're finally finished with her. Was it worth it? You're no better than Bradley Dickson." The door was locked properly and all the clothes strewn around the living room were gathered and folded. All that was left was to get those hot towels he'd come out of the room for.

"Don't disturb me and my bride until seven. That should give us a little sleep before we have to go to Jubilee's eight o'clock breakfast. It's likely to be a low-key day after our exertions, but Mrs. Anasazi and I will get through it." Hazma and Omar both laughed and clapped the newlywed on the back in congratulations, having finally spied the wedding ring he was wearing. The naked prince headed straight to the bathroom to wet some towels with hot water to come back to her before she started to worry. He could tell she was starting to worry, even in her sleep. The man slid into the bed and kissed her forehead tenderly. The woman relaxed immediately, causing him to chuckle. He placed the towels against her vagina to stave off soreness after their exertions, braiding her locks so that they wouldn't get tangled during their five-hour nap. After all that was done, he pulled the woman up onto him so that they were belly to belly and chuckled softly again as she arranged herself on him. The two settled once the towels were removed, Tyr using her pillow with his woman cradled in his right arm and his neck held in his left like he usually slept.