Marcus enjoys his new wife's loving attention while he strips for her

"Here we are." Jenny murmured eagerly, as they stood outside the doorway to her bedroom. Marcus shivered in anticipation, staring longingly over the threshold. His older sister...and wife, was holding his hand tight, like she never meant to let it go, and she'd led him gently all the way here from the main hall, far away from the bustle and noise of the party she'd organized for the other nobles. It was quiet and calm here, the corridors empty, and the young prince knew no-one would be disturbing the night that was to come. That thought made his stiff dick twitch against the silky gown he was wearing underneath his dress, his legs shivering with warm desire. "Usually the husband carried the bride over the threshold." Jenny continued, flashing him an eager grin. She was flushed too, her cheeks scarlet, and by the hot gleam of desire in her blue eyes the young prince knew she was even more **** for this than he was he was. "But since I made sure you were the one dressed like that..." She grabbed for his waist, her strong hands holding him tight.

"Jenny!" Marcus squealed in shocked delight as he was lifted up into his sister's arms. She held his slender body up so easily, one arm supporting his legs, while the other wrapped around his back to hold him against her. He was helpless in her strong grip, and he couldn't stop himself from nuzzling into her chest, his head on her shoulder. "You should warn me before you do that." He pouted, pretending he was up upset even while warmth and desire flooded through his body as he felt his wife's strength once again.

"Nope." Jenny shook her head, her smirk confirming she saw straight through his weak protests. "It's far more fun when I surprise you. Now, over the threshold, darling." She stepped forward eagerly, so quick it was over in just moments and she stood back inside her bedroom with him held securely in her arms. All the same, Marcus found himself letting out a little gasp. It felt like...something big had changed, even more so than when she'd kissed him in front of all those people and claimed him as her husband. The room was still full of her trophies and ornaments, but he could see his own clothes waiting in the wardrobe, a few of his books on one of the shelves where the maids must have carried them there, some of his other things scattered . And the large bed waiting against the far wall, he blushed even hotter at all the pleasurable memories they'd shared there, no doubt in his mind that tonight they'd be making even more. This wasn't just her bedroom anymore. It was his too. They were married now, and that meant they shared everything, including their lives. "Oh Marcus." Jenny gasped suddenly, and he turned his head to stare at his wife. "I've been waiting for this moment so long...and now it's finally here. You're really mine, aren't you? My husband...forever and always."

"Yes." Marcus nodded, his heart aching at the raw emotion in her trembling words. His throat tightened, tears of joy glistening on his fluttering lashes. "I'm your husband, Jenny, and you're my wife." Still in her arms, he leant up and planted a soft kiss right on her waiting lips. His body trembled with longing lust as she pressed her mouth into his, her skin warm and soft against his own. Her tongue slid between his welcoming lips, gently teasing at his own. She was being so tender, but he could feel her need in the way she held him tight against her body, her grip telling him he was hers. His belly was fluttering, his chest sore and tight, and between his shivering legs his stiff dick ached. This moment felt so perfect, he never wanted it to end, but at last Jenny drew back with a hot gasp. He could feel her trembling against him, as she clutched him even tighter against her soft chest.

"Ah..." She panted, her pale face flushed scarlet. "Darling...we'd better stop there. I promised myself this night would be all about your pleasure, whatever you want. I know you prefer it when I'm gentle, but I...can't hold myself back when you kiss me like that. Any longer...and I'd have to rip off that pretty dress, throw you on our bed and pounce on you." She looked genuinely worried that might upset him, and Marcus found himself giggling at the thought. What could be better than his gorgeous older sister tossing him on the bed and riding him as hard as she wanted, bouncing up and down on his stiff dick as he squealed in pleasure? Of course...he liked it when she was gentle and romantic as well, but now he knew she'd never hurt him the thought of her being a bit more forceful was kind of...thrilling.

"It's okay." He smiled lovingly at his gorgeous sister, reaching up a trembling hand to stroke her blushing cheek. Her skin was hot against his palm, like he could feel that passion that excited him so much. "I like...pleasing you and I really do like it when you tell me what to do. If...you enjoy this, then I will too, I promise. Just maybe once, I want to do it nice and close again, like we did a couple nights ago." He shivered at the delicious memory of her legs wrapped around him, guiding his stiff dick deeper inside her pussy as he lay over her larger, muscled body.

"We will, darling." Jenny nodded, her face lighting up like the sun until it was even more beautiful than before. "So, you want to do what I tell you, huh?" She smirked at him, the hot delight in her eyes making him moan softly in anticipation. "Well then, first...I think I want to see you take off those beautiful clothes, nice and slow for me, so I can enjoy it." Marcus giggled eagerly as she lowered him down and planted him back on his trembling legs. He straightened, already panting with hot need at the thought of putting on a show for her. Jenny's gaze was fixed on him, even as she strode over to the end of the bed and sat herself down there. She leant forward, her eyes hungry. If it made her look at him like that, Marcus knew he'd be wearing girly clothes a lot more in future. "Now then, husband, strip for me." She ordered, her commanding tone drawing a needy gasp from the young prince.

Marcus slid off his delicate white shoes first, that was easy. Then he reached for one of the ribbons holding the dress together and undid it with trembling fingers, no thought in his head of doing anything less than whatever she wanted. He felt like he didn't know what he was doing, uncertainty and embarrassment warring for a moment with his eager desire to please his older sister, but...the way she was gazing at him so longingly he got the feeling she'd be delighted no matter how silly it looked. That thought made him bolder, and he flashed her a blushing, playful look as he slid the dress down one shoulder, exposing a little more of his smooth, pale skin. Then he did the other side as well, turning a little to show that off. The dress was just barely hanging on his chest now, exposing the pink silky gown underneath to where his stiff nipples pressed against the fabric.

"Oh...fuck." Jenny moaned, her hungry gaze fixed on his bare flesh. "Marcus...you're so perfect." Her hand slid between her legs, and the young prince gasped in delight as she slipped it down the front of her trousers, staring hotly at him all the while. She was touching herself to this...she really was enjoying herself! His dick ached at the thought that he could make her so pleased with him, and he found himself longing for more. Just holding the dress on with one hand, he undid a few more ribbons at his waist with the other.

With a shrug, he let it fall from his body into a heap of pretty white fabric at his feet, and stood there wearing just that pink gown, sheer and silky. Between his legs, his stiff erection made a small bulge in the front, and behind it just barely covered his smooth butt, exposing a sliver of both cheeks at the hem. He glanced shyly back at Jenny, hoping she was still enjoying herself. The fierce, hungry look he got in turn made him squeal in delight. His sister was leaning forward even more, looking like she could barely stop herself from leaping off the bed at him. Her hand was working furiously away between her trembling legs, her eyes glazed with pleasure as she stared at him.

"The gown too, darling." She moaned. "Take it off, nice and slow. Show me everything." Marcus nodded, stepping away from the dress on the floor and reaching for the hem of his gown with eager fingers. If this was how she reacted to him just taking off that dress, he couldn't wait to get fully naked again in front of her! Still, she'd said she wanted it slow, so he lifted up the gown just a little at first, shivering as silky fabric rubbed over the sensitive head of his stiff dick. Jenny's eyes flickered down to his bare thighs, and she took in a heaving breath, her cheeks flushing even darker. He could see her hand moving even faster in her trousers. After seeing her climax a few times in bed, Marcus could tell how close she was right now...just from watching him take off his clothes! Not that he was any different...his dick was so hard right now he felt like he was about to spurt just from it rubbing against his gown.

With a needy gasp, he slipped the gown up to his belly, his stiff erection twitching between his bare legs as he showed it to his older sister. Jenny's mouth dropped open, her blue eyes fixed on it. The young prince moaned softly, his soft thighs trembling. He knew he was small down there...but she was staring at his little dick like it was the most precious thing she'd ever seen, like she could hardly resist him. It gave him such a thrill, and he found himself spreading his legs a little more so she could see it even better. At the same time, he hurriedly tugged the gown the rest of the way, too impatient to wait any longer. Just as he slipped the pink silk over his head, Jenny let out a shrill moan.

"Oh Marcus..." She moaned between hot, gasping breaths, the hand between her legs moving even faster now, so fiercely it looked light it might rip her trousers. "Oh darling, fuck...you're mine...you're all mine now!" Her legs trembled, her free hand darting up to her chest to grab at her boob through her shirt, squeezing tightly. Standing naked with his gown in his hand, Marcus watched and shivered with delight as his older sister moaned out her orgasm, her lust-filled eyes fixed on him the entire time. As her pleasurable gasps ebbed away, she pulled her hand free at last, fingers glistening with her juices. The young prince gasped at the simmering heat in the look she was giving him. She might have climaxed once, but that hot stare left him no doubt her lust for him hadn't dimmed in the slightest. The night had barely begun. "Come here darling." She purred, the hunger in her voice giving him no doubt at that, his dick aching at the thought. "Come to your wife. Just like I said, you're mine now...and I mean to enjoy you thoroughly tonight."