She Finds a Partner Waiting

When she reached the music room, she found that her daughters had already left and instead she found Rienlest idly playing a violin. When she walked in, he nodded to her and put aside the instrument.

"Your daughters were here a few minutes ago. It seemed like they had something on their mind but they made some beautiful music before leaving."

"Oh, I would have liked to listen. They are pretty talented."

"They must take after their mother."

"Flatterer," She answered with a blush and a smile. "I was hoping they would still be here. I need to practice the dances for the festival. I'm afraid that I've been really letting it go since..."

"Since your husband passed away? I understand."

"Thank you. After yesterday... He's been on my mind a bit. I realized I have been letting my life just float by since then. This war for example? If I had been more responsible in my duties, the soldiers would have been better prepared for the attack."

"That wasn't all you though. As I recall, your husband and his father both had let the training slide. Peace for too long... It makes people complacent."

He put aside the violin and stood. After stretching his back, he walked over and offered her his hand.

"We don't have any music."

"We don't need any. Just dance with me."

Slowly, carefully, she took his hand. He pulled her in close and slowly began to dance. It wasn't the Aethiglenn or the Regalium, and it the steps were too slow to be the Sirathanam. Maybe this was a dance of his kingdom? No matter what it was, it felt nice. She was in someone's arms and for a few moments could let the world around her go.

When her back hit the wall, she wasn't unprepared. She had noticed the slight changes in steps as he led her in the dance. She knew he would bring it to this sooner or later. He looked into her eyes for a moment and then leaned in. She accepted the kiss and moaned into him as his hands slid down her waist to the the hem of her dress.

"You know what I want?"

"My bed... And my kingdom."

"I'm a patient man. Your hand in marriage is something I can wait on. I'll work for it as hard as I need. But the other? I want that now. I've wanted it for more than thirty years. Longer than you've been a widow. Please don't deny me now."

She hesitated for a only a moment before whispering, "I won't." Her hand in marriage was debatable, but this moment? She wanted him. She wanted to be taken against the wall, no matter the consequences. He pulled her dress up enough to get to her panties and she gasped as they came off with a rip and snap. She was too lost in his mouth going to her throat to know when his cock was out of his pants but it evidently happened quickly because nearly as soon as her pussy was exposed the the air, his cock was rubbing at her womanly entrance.

"Please Rienlest... I... I nee Oooh!" Not waiting for her to finish begging, Rienlest thrust up into her. She was already wet and he felt no resistance as he plundered the treasure he had been dying to take. Ethimilee yielded to as thrust after thrust pounded her into the wall. He wasn't slow and gentle either. This was hard and passionate. His mouth continued to suckle at her throat and drive her wild. She placed her hands on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist crying out as his cock drove deeper into her and the music room filled with the sounds of slapping flesh and pleasured moans.

She rode the waves of ecstasy as Rienlest controlled the pace. She had needed this more than she knew. Yesterday was like a taste of the cake, while this was getting to eat her fill. She cried out again as her first orgasm hit. His cock felt divine and filled her so completely at for a moment she actually considered his proposal of marriage. It would be so easy to just give him the kingdom in exchange for feeling this marvelous cock every day. Taking her in every way. He wouldn't be a loyal husband. He wouldn't care about her needs once he had what he wanted. But she could still enjoy this.

But then something flashed in her mind. Not her people, her daughters, or even her late husband. It was Broden. His broad back to her as he faced the soldier that came for her that fateful day. The smile he showed her a few nights later as they ate around the fire on their way back to the capital. How gentle he seemed to be even though Orcs were supposed to be fierce and war-like. She felt drawn to him and even now as the prince screwed her to another earth shattering orgasm, she still wanted him. She moaned into Rienlest's shoulder as she came harder than before, gushing her womanly juice down his shaft and balls.

"That's right. Cum for me Ethimilee. Cum over and over, knowing that my cock is giving you more pleasure than you have every known."

He was a pig, she thought, but he wasn't wrong. And his stamina was greater than a wild stallion's. Her back was being rubbed hard against the wall as he fucked her like a whore and claimed her as his in his mind. She wanted to be used, but that flash of Broden in her mind had saved her. She could be used, but not owned. Not yet. She still was a Queen. She bucked her hips hard against him and pushed them both towards one final climax. His breathing became ragged and his thrusts less rhythmic and more needy. Her eyes were rolling back in her head as they finally crested the peak of their rutting. Her mouth hanging open in a silent "Thank You" to all the Gods in existence for that moment.

Rienlest for his part was crowing his victory as his gum erupted like a geyser inside of her. He pumped more and more of his cum into her, as if he had been pent up for years. She knew better. Almost nightly he was bedding some scout or maid. But in this moment, she was his.

Her panties were ruined. That was a bit of a of a pain in her ass. She was going to spend the rest of the day with his cum leaking down her leg. At least her dress would hide it. She wanted to be mad at him, but right now she was too busy basking in the afterglow. Rienlest had pulled out of her a few moments ago and was adjusting himself after pulling his pants back up. He had a smug look on his face and when he looked over at her, she could see it all over his face that he felt he had already won. Too bad for him that he didn't know what had gone through her mind as well as he though.

Somehow he still looked perfect. She was certain she was a mess. Her dress was ruffled, her back sore, and her hair a mess. Rienlest had assured her that he was discreet enough to not put a mark on her throat, so she decided to trust him on that. She fixed her dress and on shaky legs made her way to a seat. She started to sit down but realized her dress would get stained from their activities and decided to remain standing.

"Rienlest... Thank you. I trust you will keep this between us for now?"

"Of course my lady. Though if you will excuse me, I do need to see to my men before lunch."

"I understand. The duties of royalty and all that."

With pleasantries exchanged in an almost teenagerish way, the lovers parted ways outside of the music room. Ethimilee had enjoyed herself, but the visions of Broden while in another's embrace had given her some things to think about.