Lemon

Wedding Bells

"So it begins, my son. You shall take the throne in ten years with a good woman by your side."

"Yes, I will, my Lord," the prince confirmed seriously. Then he grinned and swung his bride up into his arms. "May Allah grant you a safe trip home tomorrow."

"Wait! What are you talking about? We have to see them off! Mom and I helped pack them up today!" She started playfully struggling in his arms.

"We will be busy all day tomorrow, Alhamia. You should say goodbye now." (Protectress)

"Jaguar, I-" he crushed her lips to his, hot and demanding. Once he finished devastating her senses, he stared deep into her eyes, conveying his wishes.

"We will be busy all day tomorrow, my lovely one. Say goodbye to my family." Landi blushed, causing him to smirk and chuckle. He let her out of his arms temporarily to hug her new family.

"I'm going to miss you, Jubes," Landi said tearfully, hugging her new friend. The princess hugged her back, just as choked up.

"I know it's not the same, but there's always video chat. And you'll be able to see me again in three years."

"Remember what I told you," Landi said forcefully as she released her sister. The college student looked as confused as Tyr felt, then seemed to remember what his woman was talking about and nodded meaningfully. Before anyone could say anything about that cryptic statement, Landi turned to the Queen.

"It's been wonderful getting to know you, your Majesty," she said, hugging her mother-in-law tightly. "Please be safe on your flight home."

"We will see each other again soon, little one," Victoria said, trying to keep from crying.

"It was nice to meet you, your Majesty," she said with a formal bow to the King. "Safe travels." She bowed respectfully again and turned away from him. Barbarossa found himself insulted by the cold shoulder he was receiving from his daughter-in-law.

"No warm regards for me, daughter?" he snarled. She looked at him in exasperation.

"You brought a ringer in to replace me, sight unseen, and did everything in your power to push me out of your son's life after that. Once it became clear that I wasn't gonna go, you tried to slut shame me into giving him up and even went so far as to get your parents involved. Is there a reason we should be close?" Barbarossa stared at her in disbelief, not expecting to be called out on his bad behavior.

"I can honestly say that you are unlike any woman I have ever met, Alandra Anasazi."

"Why, thank you, Mr. Anasazi. As I mentioned to your dad, we don't pull our punches or stand on ceremony in my family. I have to know who my enemies are to keep them in check."

"What if we start over? I don't particularly want you as an enemy." The king held out a hand which Landi cautiously shook. He pulled her in for an awkward hug which she relaxed into, making her husband jealous. Tyr pulled her free hand off of his father's shoulder and tugged her away from him.

"Father. Mother. I look forward to seeing you in three years. I'll keep in touch, sister." With that, he led his wife to the front of the hotel where all the guests at the Anasazi wedding ceremony had answered questions while waiting for their cars to be brought around front by the valet. Hundreds of pictures were taken as the couple stood by the doors.

"Mrs. Anasazi, how does it feel to be officially married in the eyes of your family?" Tyr laughed at the confused look on his woman's face at the question. There were considerably less reporters and paparazzi out here than there had been before the ceremony, but still enough to make his wife nervous.

"I… The marriage was official all along. This was just to bless our union." She flinched back when people started calling her name and shouting questions at her.

"Will you be giving up your profession now that you're a princess?"

"What? No, I will most certainly not be giving up my profession. I was raised as a working girl. I refuse to change my entire personality now that I'm a wife." The crowd was growing; Tyr knew that he would have to wrap this up if he didn't want to spook his camera-shy wife.

"Prince Tyr, will you be reversing your vasectomy now that you're married?" Tyr grinned his bad boy grin and pulled his woman back into the hotel without answering. Landi looked at him in confusion.

"We're not going back to my place tonight?" she asked quietly. The prince shook his head, not wanting to ruin the surprise, and kissed her passionately in the lobby. The dazed look on her face boosted his ego and he kissed the hand he had yet to relinquish. Without a word, he brought his bride to the elevators and up to their suite. A father and his tired daughter entered the elevator with them.

"Look, Daddy. There's a princess riding with us," the little girl yawned. Landi smiled at her. "Can I touch your hair?" she asked innocently, bundled in her father's arms.

"Of course, Sweetie," Landi said, offering her a bundle of her hair to look at and admire. The girl was entranced with her hair, petting it even as she continued yawning. When the father's stop came, she let go with a tired 'thank you' as her father carried her out of the elevator.

"What a polite little girl," Landi said happily. Tyr nodded thoughtfully until he spotted something tangled in her mussed locks.

"I wouldn't be so sure," he said, pulling the bug out of her hair and crushing it underfoot.

"What the hell?"

"I would get used to little ploys like that from now on, my love. Everyone is fascinated with you and will do anything to get to know you." Landi shivered and huddled closer to her man.

"I'm not that interesting," she said firmly. Tyr didn't bother answering, leaning in and covering her face with kisses. She was humming like a well-tuned engine, clearly ready already for what he had planned. Neither the bride nor the groom were prepared when Jubilee turned up right outside their elevator.

"Oh, here's your bouquet back."

"What?" Landi blinked, obviously still trying to get her mind back together from his assault.

"Your bouquet that you threw to me? Here it is." She thrust the flowers into her hands, ignoring her brother completely. He noticed a note in the foliage, and so did his wife if the way she palmed it said anything.

"No, Jubes. It's tradition. You get to keep the bouquet. It's yours now."

"Are you sure? What am I supposed to do with it?"

"You dry it out and frame it from what I understand. I've never actually caught a bouquet before. Here, take it back," she gently pushed the bouquet back toward her sister-in-law. "Goodnight, Jubes." The couple moved past the distraught woman and into the adjoining penthouse suite.

"What did my sister really have to say?" he asked nonchalantly as he removed his jacket. Landi flinched but shared the note with him.

Landi,

Lord Father is talking about pulling me out of school and shoving me face-first into the marriage market! What am I supposed to do now?

"That bastard," the woman said angrily. Tyr watched his bride struggle to control her instinct to go ream his father out. He couldn't help his smile at her protectiveness. Personally, he was surprised that his father had waited six years to pull this shit.

Landi pulled out her phone and typed a message

Follow the plan.

Convince him that Art History is your calling and then…

follow the plan

"'Follow the plan'? What plan are you talking about?" Tyr asked curiously, nuzzling her neck.

"The plan we started t-to come up with to save your sister from a loveless marriage," she stuttered, leaning into his sure touch. She was suddenly caught between the need to help her sister and her libido. Tyr watched her struggle to maintain her train of thought and could only wonder at her complete innocence.

"Jubilee can take care of herself, Alhamia. She's singularly focused and resourceful. You don't have to worry about her." He kissed her plush lips sensually. Her response was instantaneous and gratifying. He walked her to his bedchamber as he possessed her mouth. But Landi wasn't about to give up that easily. She pushed away from her husband, moving further into the room and placing the bed between them. She was panting heavily from her efforts, her chest heaving enticingly and if she'd asked him for anything at all, she would have had it just so he could have her. Luckily for him, she was too busy recovering to notice this. Omar passed him the silencer he'd asked for after their first time. Tyr nodded his thanks and entered the bedroom, closing the door behind him. (Protectress)

"I know that you care about my sister, Alandra, but there's nothing to do. Things have been this way for time out of mind."

"That doesn't make it right," his woman said, pacing back and forth behind the bed. Her hair beads were clacking, she was so agitated. "There has to be something we can do!" He came around the bed after her and was amused when she retreated to the other side of the bed.

"There are only a few unattached princes left in Africa," he said. "I've been keeping an eye on them; father won't allow her to marry beneath her station. We'll see who Father offers for her hand and investigate them thoroughly." She seemed to like that idea, slowing down to ponder it as he slowly stalked her around the bed. "Other than that, there's not much we can do until the king makes his move. He may think twice about how he treats his daughter now that he's met you though. Father has always thought of females as interchangeable. You've definitely proved him wrong, my clever woman!" With that, he grabbed her around the waist and threw the both of them into the bed. Landi squeaked in surprise, fighting her heavy wedding gown unsuccessfully to get back up. Tyr caged her with his upper body, kissing her lustfully. She pushed against him weakly, but he couldn't take her seriously, especially when she moaned into his mouth like that. "I want you, Alhamia," he whispered in her ear, reveling in her shiver. "I want to touch you all over in this amazing dress and claim your body as my own." (Protectress)

She made some incomprehensible noise while arching into him and he took that as permission to devastate her senses. After a small eternity of plundering her sweet mouth with his lips and tongue, he remembered his mission and tapered his kisses. His bride made a noise of complaint in the back of her throat, but he was undeterred.

"I have a present for you," he said teasingly, giving her an eskimo kiss. She leaned her head up to try and capture his lips and he laughed. "Not that, my love. I was thinking more along the lines of… this," he said, releasing one end of the necklace in his hand so that it tumbled to her chest. "I want you to wear this from now on. It's a silencer necklace. There's a button on the back that activates it. Your moans and cries of pleasure will only be mine." Landi looked down at the end of the necklace laying against her chest. It was a thin silver chain with a beautifully crafted infinity symbol on it. She couldn't see much else of the design because of the angle it was at. Before she could grab it to get a good look, he slipped it around her neck and fastened it there, smoothing it down to just above the valley of her breasts. He squeezed the symbol and the air pressure in the room changed. Then he pressed a pair of earbuds into his ears and grinned at her toothily. "I'm going to listen to you scream, my little protectress. I want to taste you." The woman shuddered and came from that declaration.

Tyr didn't wait for her to calm down, he simply leaned in, licking and suckling her bare chest. He could hear her pants and incoherent whimpers of ecstasy quite clearly thanks to her new necklace. He ignored them, his entire focus on that delightful V in her dress and what may lay under it. He lathed the center of her chest with his tongue, loving the way her chest heaved as he did it. His hand slipped into her dress to palm her breasts and he smiled to feel the slippery adhesive bra she was wearing. The woman bucked and tried to stop him from removing the bra.

"Trust me, Alhamia," he crooned at her as he latched her hands on the headboard before slowly peeling her out of her bra pieces, watch, and earrings. He set them on the bedside table and started massaging her breasts before leaning in to taste them. Landi was writhing by now, crying out for more. Tyr smiled at her pillow talk, not nearly done with tasting her. After a while of playing with her glistening globes of flesh, he decided to do something he'd never done with a woman before. Tyr lifted the skirt of her dress and hid under it. Landi gasped and tried to push him out from under there, but he was persistent and soon she was laid out under him. The first thing he did was remove her platform shoes and her underwear, shushing her gently when she struggled. Then he spread her legs and pulled out his phone so that he could see her sleek nether regions clearly. The woman was bare as a baby mole rat down there, giving her juices nowhere to soak in. She was wet to her knees, leaking freely as she shivered under his attention.

The prince smirked and got on his elbows and knees so that his face was lined up with her. Angling the light on his phone so that he could watch her wide-open vagina, he breathed her in. Her scent was intoxicating, and as more of her nectar leaked out of her, he knew what he had to do. Tyr leaned in and sampled her shallowly with his tongue. The woman bucked against him, gasping her release as she squirted into his face. A devilish grin overtook his face and he dove into her center, stroking her with his tongue and fingers. Truly Allah had blessed him with the perfect woman; her scent and taste were just as stimulating as her cries of rapture. Time lost all meaning as he lapped up her nectar. Part of him wondered if he'd been missing something all this time since he'd never given head before. But the rest of his mind, not dedicated to pleasing his loud lady, knew that it was her taste that he'd been waiting for all his life.

As she approached her third orgasm, he couldn't take it anymore and rammed himself into her up to the hilt. He then groaned and released at how good and tight she felt around his swollen cock. Tyr pulled back and thrust back in her pliant body. It didn't take long to find an acceptable rhythm for the two as she coated him in her juices. He smirked when she whimpered and wrapped her supple legs around his trim waist and squeezed, crying out in ecstasy. It was so easy to please her; she was completely innocent in the bedroom. She played no games and inflated his ego to an almost embarrassing degree as she screamed his name over and over again. He doubted she could hear what he was whispering in her ear over her hollering, but he kept it up because apparently just the sound of his voice sent her into a euphoric stupor. He planned to stop when he was empty, but his wife cried out to be raped so much that he just kept pounding into her long after his seed was spent. She rolled her hips in the most enticing way…

He was pulled out of his thrusting trance when she suddenly tightened up, exploded, and relaxed into oblivion.

"You really put my body to the test, don't you, little one?" he gasped in her ear, trying to catch his breath. The tired prince turned them in the bed so that she was laying on top of him, pearls, beads, crystals, and all. He didn't have the know-how to undo her hair, so he left it alone. He woke up a few hours later to her squirming and squeezing his member with her tight inner walls in her sleep. His head swam as she milked him and he pulled out of her so he could breathe again.

"Naughty girl," Tyr said tiredly to his sleeping bride, but she didn't notice, snuggling against him with a moan that got his hormones revving. Determined to pay her back once she woke up, he relaxed back to sleep as fast as he could with her sighing and moaning softly against him. The next time he awoke, she was closer to consciousness, but still curled peacefully against his muscular chest. Horny from her moans and sighs of pleasure and more than ready to have her again, he lifted her mussed dress and slid his throbbing phallus back into her juicy center. She came awake immediately, looking around herself groggily as she tried to wake up. He didn't wait for her to catch up with him, thrusting into her dripping body from beneath her. She was obedient to his forceful lead, sighing in bliss as he took her to Heaven again and again.

When he pulled out abruptly, she made a noise of complaint in the back of her throat. But he didn't make her wait long. The prince of Alibhai was very eager to dominate his woman. He turned her onto her hands and knees, picking up her heavy wedding gown and ramming himself into her body. She shrieked her orgasm, once again following his lead as he spent hours plowing into her masterfully. Reaching around her slender body, he found her button and massaged her tenderly while violating her from behind. Her screams of desire changed octave. By now, the innocent seductress was whimpering her pleas for more, sighing in gratitude when she got it. Her sweaty body was shaking from the force of his thrusts. Then her dress was up over her head and all she could do was breathe and cry out in rapture as he spanked her with his free hand. All this stimulation was too much and she gave in with a bucking orgasm. It wasn't her last. Tyr spanked a whole slew of orgasms out of her dripping wet body as she squeezed his cock rhythmically with her tight inner walls.

The morning and most of the afternoon passed in this pleasant fashion, both of them ignoring their phones and the world in general. There was only the rhythmic, heavy smacks of his hand while he whispered filthy comments to her covered head. Her arms gave out after a while, angling that perfect ass of hers for him. The angle of his thrusting changed as well and his wife loudly appreciated the change. He kept it up until she begged him to stop, panting heavily that she couldn't breathe in her dress.

"Please! Oh God, please! I can't… I can't anymore!"

"You'll take it until I get finished with you, wife," he growled, lifting her thoroughly used body up so that the dress was no longer cutting off her air supply. She was headed for yet another climax, leaning heavily against his sweat-slick body, and he was suddenly certain that his empty penis could give her a satisfactory crescendo. He once again found her clitoris and massaged it while pumping into her pliant body like a machine. This was enough to undo her for the umpteenth time. She bellowed her release, teetering on the edge of consciousness. Still in the zone, he ravaged her thick lips while mercilessly grinding his hard dick into her. She submitted to oblivion once again and he chuckled darkly as he finally stopped thrusting. It was rare that he felt the need to fuck a woman to unconsciousness, but something about her willingness, her complete and utter submission, made him want to take advantage of her. It was almost like a biological imperative that he please her until she couldn't take it anymore.

The man removed her sweat and cum-stained gown, resolving to have it dry cleaned and preserved for their daughter should they have one in three years when they started breeding. His stomach gave a mighty roar as he finished undressing and he immediately remembered that he hadn't eaten in something like eighteen hours and neither had his lady. Since it was already dinnertime, he got up and asked his bodyguard to go to Greenwich Village for those crepes she liked so much. After that, he picked his bride up and took her to the bathroom to soak in the jacuzzi.

He settled shower caps on both of their heads before filling the tub. A dollop of baby oil later and the two were soaking in the tub as the jets blew bubbles in the water. He took advantage of the setup to massage her thighs and the rest of her supple body as she leaned so trustingly against him. She woke up to this and moaned. Tyr smirked at her enthusiastic response to him, continuing his work as if he didn't notice that she was awake at last. Once he was satisfied that the knots in her thighs were worked out, the prince stuffed two fingers into her entrance. The woman bucked against him, gasping for air, and he once again ignored her evocative noises to test her flooded pussy. Why was he so insatiable when it came to his woman? He'd bedded thousands of women over the years, but this was the first one that he couldn't seem to get enough of.

"Are you sore, Alhamia?" he asked as he continued to pleasure her sensitive body. (Protectress)

"Mmmmm… No," she said, shivering with delight. She spread her legs in the large hot tub and rocked against his wonderfully callused fingers. She flooded his hand with her juices in no time, gasping his name as she did. Tyr pulled her out of the water by the pussy, eager for a taste of her.

"You taste delicious everywhere. Did you know that?" he asked conversationally, his fingers speeding up inside of her. Soon he was the only one in the hot tub embedded in the floor as he suckled her tight center. She rocked her naked, glistening body into his mouth rhythmically and panted her approval, eager for more of his tongue and fingers.

"The food has arrived, your Majesties," Hazma yelled through the door, causing the woman to freeze as Tyr mated her with his talented tongue. "You should eat it while it is still warm." The prince didn't even bother to respond, slurping at her while the necklace guaranteed her silence. He licked her thoroughly, enjoying her sounds of rapture. He figured that at least half of his fascination with her was her sounds as he took her. The other half was her uninhibited response to him. He kept at it, holding her hips so she couldn't get away. When she started bucking against his face, he sped up, determined to drink her divine nectar before allowing them to eat. Landi didn't disappoint. She screamed her completion, her juices squirting straight into his mouth. Grateful beyond words that Allah had blessed him with such a responsive lady, he cleaned her up with his tongue before pulling her back into the water for a more thorough cleaning.

Needless to say, the food was cold by the time they emerged from the bedroom.