Another night of married bliss, and many more ahead. [Ending]

Jenny's smile widened as she leered across at her naked, shivering husband, that familiar hungry grin leaving Marcus little doubt that he was in for another night of exhausting pleasure from his insatiable wife. Her fingers danced across his aching erection, rubbing and teasing at the tip and making his legs almost buckle at the pleasure of it. He couldn't believe how good she'd gotten at this. Her every touch just set his skin alight, his needy body just a toy and plaything in her expert hands.

"Oh...Jenny..." He whimpered out as she went back to stroking his shaft. Her fingers teased over his small length, bringing him closer and closer to climax. Marcus felt his hips start to tremble and buck, thrusting his aching dick against her. His balls ached, tight and hot. Just as he was gasping out, on the very edge of orgasm, his wife's hand...slipped away. His cock was left, throbbing and twitching helplessly in the air, a little drop of pre-cum collecting on the tip. "Jenny, please!" The young consort gasped, giving her a pleading look.

"Hush, my love." His wife purred, the gleam in her gorgeous blue eyes leaving . "As much as I enjoy hearing you beg, I don't think you'll need to speak at all for the rest of the night. Okay?" Marcus nodded quickly. "Good boy..." Her hand found his cheek, holding him there with gentle fingers. Then she leaned in to kiss him firmly once again, as commanding and dominant as they very first time she'd claimed his lips, though the gentle way she held him made him swoon. His eyes fluttered, and he moaned into her mouth. She was breathing hard too when she broke the kiss, her face alight with desire and possibility. "Although, as cute as you are trying to be all obedient some of those adorable whines and squeals do tend to escape once I get started." She continued, that heated tone of her voice filled with promise. "I think I'd rather make very sure you stay nice and quiet for me this time."

With that, Jenny slipped away, leaving Marcus standing there naked, his little cock standing out stiff and **** from between his trembling legs. He watched with wide, **** eyes, hardly able to think through the haze of yearning arousal, as she stepped over to a certain chest waiting in the corner of their room. The young consort shivered. That box was where she kept all the toys and things she used on him, and that she was going to it so early meant he was in more an even more exciting night than usual.

Sure enough, when she turned to face him, his pregnant wife was holding something in either hand, each object making his belly flutter and his stiff dick ache with excitement. In her left, a dark red ball, with leather straps dangling around it down her fingers. He hadn't seen that particular toy before, and the thought of what she might do with it made his cheeks burn even hotter. The one in her right hand however, that he was...much more familiar with. A thick, polished cock of smooth white ivory, quite a bit thicker and longer than the tiny pink one twitching eagerly between his trembling thighs. She slipped it down to her hips, strapping the toy into place across her pelvis with practiced ease, before drizzling some oil over her hands and rubbing it lasciviously into the smooth surface of the toy.The young consort felt his butthole ache and tingle, a hungry emptiness inside his belly that suddenly longed to be filled with every hard inch of that thick cock. Jenny stepped over to him, her swollen belly adding only a slight awkwardness to her gait and the fake cock bobbing enticingly between her muscled thighs. There was a knowing look in her simmering blue eyes as she watched him shiver with lust. She leaned in closer, bending over to bring her lips to his ear.

"Open your mouth, my love." She murmured, his skin tingling with the heat of her breaths. Marcus obeyed, the thrill of submission to her tingling across every inch of his skin. His wife raised the ball to his mouth and pressed it inside, filling his mouth with the smooth object. His jaw stretched open and his tongue pressed against the smooth polished ball that filled his lips, the young consort could only whimper and moan. Just as she'd promised, there'd be no more begging from him until she'd decided otherwise. With delicate care Jenny fastened the straps around the back of his head, her palms briefly cupping his face between them and giving his blushing cheeks a loving caress before they slipped away back to her sides. "Now, bend over the bed." His wife ordered, the firm note in her voice making his heart beat faster.

The young consort turned hurriedly, stepping over to the sumptuous bed they shared. He laid himself down meekly on his belly, all too aware of the enticing view he was offering his lustful wife. His hard dick throbbing hot, he couldn't help but squirm and buck against the sheets underneath him, arching his back as if offering himself to the thick cock between her legs. Jenny, it seemed, was almost as impatient as he felt, because in an instant he felt her fall upon him like a lustful tigress pouncing on her prey. Before he could even squeak in shock, one of her muscled arms wrapped around his trembling body to hold him in place, her callused fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh of his smooth belly. The swollen dome of her pregnant torso rested neatly on his back, her muscular weight pinning him down to the bed, helpless but to lie here and be used as his dominant wife desired.

He felt the slick, oiled head of the fake cock sliding between the quivering cheeks of his bare bottom. By now familiar with this, he relaxed as much as he was able, breathing deep and clutching at the sheets with trembling fingers. Moments later, she found his tight little hole, and he let out a shrill gasp as she thrust herself home with one powerful drive of her muscled hips. His body opened up to her, yielding as easily as it always had, the thick ivory cock sliding deeper and deeper inside his relaxing insides to fill him to the core. Now, Jenny's body rested right over his own, her soft breasts brushing against his back, even heavier now and swollen with milk, while her tight, pregnant belly settled over his thighs. He could feel her hot panting breaths tingling on the skin of his neck, each hoarse sound filled with the hungry, possessive desire he had come to so adore from her.

"All mine...my Marcus...mine forever." His wife murmured hotly in his ear, before taking the lobe between her teeth and giving it a sharp, playful nip. Marcus moaned into the gag, the skin of his back tingling and hot with floods of blissful sensation. Jenny's hips ground against his soft bottom, her muscled thighs squashing him into the bed as she worked the strapon around inside him, making his insides throb with each grinding caress of the hard ivory against all his sensitive parts. He couldn't stop himself from bucking back against her as his stiff dick ached and throbbed beneath him, offering himself to be fucked and fucked hard like the lewd, lustful boy he was. "Mmm, I sense my naughty little husband wants it rough today..." Jenny growled, sensing his intentions as she always did. In an instant, he felt her hand in his hair, her fingers as she took a handful of silver strands in a firm grip, holding them close to his scalp. He squealed in delight, the shrill sound muffled by the gag, as she pulled on his hair, yanking hard enough to pull his back into an arched curve, making his hips thrust even further back into her. "Then you'll get it rough."

Marcus only had time to whimper in trembling anticipation, before she drew her hips back, sliding the fake cock out of his greedy, clenching ass until just the tip rested inside. Then, before he could even snatch a frantic gasp for air, she slammed forward. In an instant, every hard, solid inch of that ivory cock was driven into his ass, stretching him open and filling him up. His shrill cry of pleasurable shock was swallowed up by the gag, reduced to a breathless whimper, as Jenny's fingers twisted in his hair. She held him even tighter by the hair, dragging his head back, but the sharp tugging on his scalp only seemed to add to the hot pleasure filling him up as she drew back and thrust again, even harder this time.

He felt her muscled hips slam into his bare bottom with a sharp crack, his soft cheeks quivering and bouncing as she ground herself as deep inside his butt as she could manage. Marcus was helpless in her fierce grip, his own hands digging into the sheets at the flood of hot delight filling him, throbbing from his stuffed butt through to his twitching, aching cock which he could feel was dribbling pearly liquid onto the sheets below him. Behind him, Jenny was breathing hard, the fierce, dominant delight in her hoarse gasps only adding to the bliss he felt. Again and again she fucked him, driving her thick cock as deep as it would go inside his yearning body with firm, powerful thrusts that took his breath away.

In just a few moments more, Marcus felt the hot, tight ball of pleasure that had been building inside his heaving belly swell towards something almost painful. As Jenny thrust deep inside him once again, her hard cock sliding into tingling, sensitive parts of him, the young consort squirmed with helpless delight against the bed, whimpering into the gag. His balls throbbed with heat, his stiff dick twitching and waving between his trembling thighs with each of her firm, demanding thrusts. And just like that, it was spraying his cum across the bed below him, hot droplets of watery seed milked out of him with each firm thrust of her cock into his clenching, twitching hole.

"You came already?" Jenny purred, her voice hoarse with both amusement and lustful hunger. She paused with the fake cock sheathed inside him, resting her hips against his ass as her tight, pregnant belly pressed down on his arched back. "Such a slutty boy you are, when your wife is fucking your lewd little hole." Still holding his hair with one hand, the other cracked down across the top of his bare bottom, drawing a shrill, muffled yelp from his lips. Even still, the hot sting her palm had left on his quivering cheeks only seemed to add to the tingling heat of his arousal, undimmed even by the cum still dribbling helplessly from his stiff, wiggling dick. "It's alright, my love." Jenny murmured, grinding and bucking against his ass while pulling his head right back close to hers again. "I know you only act this naughty with me. That's because you're mine..." She kissed him fiercely on the neck, her teeth scoring across tingling, sensitive skin. "And you'll always be mine, forever and ever."

Marcus whimpered his agreement into the ball gag stretching his lips, her hotly growled words sending a fluttering warmth through his chest and belly. She was right...it was only her who'd ever made him act this way. His older sister, his wife...the woman he loved and who was carrying his child. Like she'd said after her return all those tumultuous months ago, and so many times since, he was hers and she was his. Both of them together, husband and wife and brother and sister. No matter how strange that might have once seemed, by now he knew they belonged together. After all, he thought with a flicker of wicked lust, who else would do these sorts of naughty things to him he adored so much?

As she drew her hips back slowly this time and slipped the cock free of his aching butt, Jenny gently lowered his head back down towards the bed, before letting him drop. His muscles trembling and helpless with the hot little crackles of pleasure that continued teasing through his well-used body, the young consort went limp, sprawled now across the sheets with his bare legs spread and quivering. He felt his older sister clamber over him, her pregnant body covering his own. Planting her hands on either side of his head, she lay over him, her swollen belly resting neatly on his back. Marcus whimpered, his eyes fluttering in blissful anticipation, as he once again felt the thick cock that had already given him so much pleasure slipping back between the tender, trembling cheeks of his bare butt. The hard tip brushed across his sensitive, twitching hole, drawing a fresh squeal of delight from his lips.

"That was just a warm-up..." He heard Jenny growl above his head, the lust rumbling in every word making his belly flutter with eager anticipation. "Now, my love, I'm really going to fuck you." And so she did, a night of rough, yet tender, use by his demanding, dominant wife driving Marcus into so much helpless bliss that by the time she was through with him the young consort could only lie limp and feeble in her strong arms, hardly able to make a sound even after she slipped the gag at last from his lips. As he lay there, thoroughly drained, her lips were warm and hot against his skin as she kissed along his neck and collarbone before finding his own welcoming mouth. Moaning softly into her warm, soothing kisses, Marcus felt so warm and happy with his darling wife by his side he could hardly believe it. This felt like what happened after the end of one of those stories he used to love, when the lady knight carried off the boy she'd saved, and the words of the book promised that they lived happily ever after. Well...now that was him too, living happily ever after with the woman he loved.

He watched Jenny with limp, loving eyes, as she settled into the sheets beside him, her soft breaths tingling warm and comforting on his skin. Soon enough, she was asleep, exhausted herself he supposed, with all the effort she'd put in to satisfy him. He smiled at that thought, his belly fluttering and warm as snuggled into his pillow, her strong arm still wrapped around his body even as she slumbered. And the best part was, with all the trials and troubles they'd gone through to reach this point, he knew that there were so many more happy nights like this ahead, for both of them. Of course Marcus wasn't silly enough anymore to think it would all just be neat and perfect. After all, she was a Queen, and he her consort, and they were brother and sister too. Some people would never accept that. They'd both had to accept that their parents likely never would, their mother and father still living in exile, with the former king's letters only suggesting that it was better they never visit for the sake of his still-damaged wife. That thought still made him sad, how he'd had to choose between siding with his sister or his mother like that, but as he lay here in his pregnant wife's arms he had absolutely no doubt he'd made the right decision there. He'd chosen Jenny, and he'd choose her again...again and again no matter how many times it took.

After all, Marcus thought, settling into her tight embrace for another night of peaceful sleep, her pregnant belly pressing comfortingly warm against his body, he was never going to let anything tear them apart again. Even if he was still just a weak, soft and girly boy like he'd always been, he'd find the courage and strength to fight for her, for the two of them, and for his child yet unborn. No matter what the future held.

Hi! The writer here. I know it's been forever since I last added a chapter to anything. Sorry for keeping everyone waiting so long! I've made a post here about that if you're interested in reading more: https://chyoa.com/chapter/A-Return.1338192

I hope this new entry into Marcus's story meets at least some of your expectations. In my original plan from way back, I would have had another few chapters in this branch detailing a bit more of how things go for Jenny and Marcus going forward into the future with their new family, tying up a few loose ends as well. However, I feel like part of my trouble with continuing this story was the fact that the branches felt so long and unending since I kept wanting to add more and more things no matter how bloated they already were. I am planning to continue The Captive Prince, but with an aim of bringing threads towards a close rather than just adding and adding chapters. I know this little ending isn't perfect, but I hope this still feels like a satisfying finale to the branch for all of you fans of it. Let me know your thoughts in the comments if you like!