Plot

"My my, aren't you a nice little royal slut?"

You glance around for a moment, pondering how you could make use of the situation. You could, of course, get your royal guard and break up this scenery. Then again, who would believe you? That the righteous constable would do such a thing? That your beautiful wife would make other people disappear?

"Oh yes, my Master. Please, fuck me again and impregnate me." As your faithful wife looks over her shoulder at the constable, who smiles and pushes inside her again, roughly, putting his hands around her neck to **** her. She moans, drooling like slut, her eyes rolling upwards as she gives herself to the act and the constable's thick cock.

You draw the small ceremonial sword, kick the door open and roar: "UNHAND MY WIFE AT ONCE, FILTHY TRAITOR!"

Your wife whirls around, and Jermon pales as he sees you. Marissa, following her instinct, grabs her dresses and clothes and stumble towards you, away from Jermon. "****! He ... he **** me!" She shrieks and hide behind you, covering up as good as she can. While Jermon looks like pure panic, you yell "GUARDS! Apprehend this man!".

The two guards at the door react immediately. Doors are pushed open, and they storm into the room, looking shocked at the display before them before brutally tackling the constable and pummeling him with their batons. You grab your wife by the arm and push her out of the room.

"Are you out of your mind, dear?!" you hiss as you lead your sobbing wife away to your chamber. The physician would be here any moment now. "Do you know what it will cost us if you keep up like that?!" Marissa looks at you with mixed expression. "I had no other choice, idiot! He was about to find out about Vessa! Besides, he's been a better lay then you and I want and NEED some fun on the side too! And come on, it excited you!"

She grabs into your breeches crotch, and you slap her. Hard. "You're my wife! How are we going to maintain the integrity of the kingdom if it gets known that you are not faithful to me? Don't you think word will get around if that the queen's a bitch in heat?"

"HOW DARE YOU!"

You slap her again, harder this time. The smug and seductive smile disappears from her face, and she shrinks together. Not thinking about a possible ****, you stare her down. Her hands are collected weakly in her lap, clutching each other, writhing about. Opening her mouth, you growl at her. "Silence! I want to hear nothing out of that hole of yours! Nothing! Keep it shut, the physician will be here soon. We'll talk about it afterwards." Marissa nods weakly. You calm and steady yourself. A few long moments later, there is a knock on the door and the physician enters, an older man with long, grey hair he kept in a ponytail. "Master Agorast", you nod politely and gesture at Marissa, who is hiding her face in her hands and sobs.

"It is alright and over, mylady." Agorast murmurs while you pour yourself some wine.

The next few minutes you make sure that your wife's humiliation is complete, dragging out the examination. You hope that it seemed like forever to her.

"Well, that is all that I can do. Get enough rest, mylady. All else will find its course," the physician says with his calm and soothing voice.

As the door finally closes behind, you look at your wife, sprawled out on the bed in her undergarments. Despite all her beauty and cleverness, you could not imagine that she had been lacking the smarts to see what would happen if she would offer her body in such a gamble. She was the queen, your wife, the mother of your children. And a demon, surely. Perhaps that was why...

"No. Don't even think that. You know it is not true." She whispers when you sit down next to her. "If you hadn't walked in..."

She reaches for your hand and you take it, holding it.

"Well, idle thought to think about the past now and think of things that did not happen. How do YOU suggest we deal with it?" You ask, calm and ordered again.

She gets up a little and reaches for your cup with wine. Emptying it, she says "Let me bathe and then make it up to you. It could have turned out worse, you know. I guess you put him to **** for treason or something like that? I guess we both acted just on instinct, did we not?" She tilts her head and you are not sure if she is sincere. Pushing herself up, she made her way to the bath.

Surely, she was clever.