Stick to the plan

"I think I'll leave you two lovebirds to have your special night, Jarius." You state with an earnest smile, as you take a measured response "There's plenty of time for a night like that in the future. I'll be right next door if I change my mind, and after all, you're staying here forever." You lean up towards his ear and softly moan "Daddy". Jarius chuckles deep in his throat "Very well Your Highness. I'm sure you've got some romantic evening planned all to yourself. After the evening you had last night it'd make your mother blush" You gently push him in the shoulder as you leave

"Oh stop" As you begin to walk away, Jarius seems intent to carry the conversation "Oh the stories I could tell you..." he says loudly, but doesn't continue further. In a way, your step-fathers indiscretion cements your plans with you longest friend, Prince Oragon. He is found chatting with the junior guest of the Senator, his niece, Nathinia, who seems to be a little cross.

"I'm just saying, you should give the place a chance. It grows on you after a while."

"I don't WANT this place to grow on me Oragan. This place is utterly corruptible. I've felt like there was a presence here the moment we got off the boat, as if suddenly everything was wrong."

You sense where this is going and it would not be the first time you've heard someone grumbling about Linthalian society and it's culture. "May I help some way? Would hate to see anybody in a disagreeable mood at a wedding." Both of them bow in respect, though the statesman's niece is more **** in hers.

"Fastira, respectfully, I don't believe there is anything that you may do"

"Allow me to try, please. What seems to be the problem?"

Nathinia sighs "I can understand why my uncle would gravitate towards such a place. Despite his position he has always been a monarchist at heart. How any other decent person can stand this lecherous autocracy is beyond me."

"You don't approve of the openness of my people?"

"No, I don't. The entire kingdom smells of a brothel. Your society could be far more industrious if they put their clothes and got to work. Moreover, I don't abide any society where someone is assumed born better than others and therefore entitled to more"

You sense an argument brewing, and you try to cut it off at the pass. "If my people wish to take up industry they were welcome to it. We are content in our agricultural and commercial ways. Your republic nation has always been allies with Linthalia and we have been able to work together despite our different cultures. What you see as privilege, we see as duty. As the sole child of Kurina, I was the only one who could rule this land, and I have been trained and raised from as young as I could remember so that I could do so well. Your egalitarian views serve in good stead, but it allows any charismatic charlatan to seat themselves in power, and their inexperience and corruption could harm others before the problem corrects itself. Perhaps we can at least see that while we do not agree with the society and government or another, we can at least respect them." A passing servant floats by with beverages, and you take one and offer it to the young lady. Nathinia's nose flared as she took the wine and simply stated "Time will tell, Fastira." Angrier now that you proved more knowledgeable and competent than expected, she walked away from you and Oragon in a fit, drinking the wine as she went.

"Do you think she's going to see the error of her ways?"

You hold back a devilish smile "Ohhhh I don't think so. That particular wine has an aphrodisiac. She'll be inconsolable in about a half hour. She'll either succumb and be found with three of the palace guards, or be so wracked in revulsion that she'll try and start a revolt."

The two of you chuckle at the thought before Oragon quips "So, about the same end result either way" encouraging a further laugh. As you two regain yourselves, the prince caught something in his ear. "Your Kingdom?"

"Well, yes. It is my kingdom now, after all"

"I know, it's just weird to hear that, from you. You seem to have wrapped your head around the idea pretty quick"

"I'm still nervous about it. What happens a month from now when all the fanfare is gone and I have to avert a tragedy or international incident?"

"Well, you've got your life's worth of training, a score of advisers, and your mother. You'll figure everything out."

"Thank you"

"You're welcome, Your Majesty." Oragon lifts your hand to kiss your fingers "Perhaps we should instead spend our focus on tonight."

"That's the best idea you've had all day"

"It's the only idea I've had all day" Oragon responds back. Hand in hand, you walk together back into the castle and up the stairs to your royal bedroom. Situated near the top, it permits for a balcony on either side, to watch the sun rise in the morning and the set in the evening, as well as to allow a comfortable breeze to flow through during the difficult summers. You and the prince stand out, leaning against the railing as you watch the sunset, and see the city below you slowly light up with lamps and torches. You hear festival music and cheering from the streets below as the people celebrate the marriage of their now former Queen Kurina. Looking across, you see her and Jarius together. The day ends much like it did started, although this time without physical intimacy on their part. Sitting in two overstuffed chairs, they simply sat next to each other, drinking unaltered white wines and holding each others hand. You know that romance is not long away for them, but that they can just sit next to each other and enjoy a peaceful moment together is touching. You pull your partner away and leave them be.

Near the bed, you and Oragon slowly start kissing each other. Softly at first, and growing with passion with each subsequent kiss, until your tongues begin wrestling in your mouth. Your hands hold onto his back tightly as you feel his explore your body, moving across the smalls of your back and down to your ass, where they stop. With a firm hold, he pulls you against him, and you can feel his restrained manhood yearning to break free. You had an idea of taking your time with this, slowly undressing each other and marveling at the other's attractive features. That idea was discarded as soon as your dress was, the two of you going frantically to remove the rest of your clothing and retire to your bed. Making it there first, you get on your back, holding your legs wide in the air as your dear prince saunters up to you. Thankfully, he does take his time where it matters. He slowly, achingly rubs the edge of his cock against your wet pussy before pushing in. He takes your legs in each hand as he slowly slides in and out, enjoying the sight of your boobs sway back and forth with each thrust. You squirm your upper body and arms as he slowly and passionately fucks you. Releasing your legs, Oragon leans forward, his head hovering inches over yours.

"I never want this to stop" He says quietly

"Than don't" You playfully reply as you kiss his cheek. He responds with kissing and sucking on your neck. Finding a sensitive spot, you try to squirm away. Oragon grabs both of your arms by the wrist and pins you in position, and in reflex started to thrust in you harder. This was a new sensation, at least between you and him, of being soft and **** under him. You love the feeling, and wrap your legs around his waist, getting him even deeper inside you. The kissing on your neck turns to biting, and by now he's started to pound you. You scream as you let him endlessly thrust into you. He leaves your slender neck alone as his face contorts, holding his breath in as he unloads the first of many loads from his cock. Feeling his warmth inside you brings you to cum as well. Letting your hands go, you stroke his hair and run your other hand up and down his sweaty back.

"Any more in there?" You ask with a giggle?

"As much as you want, Your Majesty" He slowly pulls out and rests on the bed, now laying on his back. You decide to give him a taste of what he nearly had this morning; your mouth. On your hands and knees from the side, you passionately but slowly suck his cock back into life, your position allowing him to grab any part of your body he wants, and he wants all of it. You feel him grope your heavy tits, your soft ass, even finger the pussy he just came in. Once seems he's fully prepared, he holds your head still as he slides out. You staying in place, he enters you from behind, grabbing your hips and slowly rocking back and forth inside you.

And so it would go through most of the evening. Fucking in one position until an orgasm, brief moments of solitude and stimulation, and than getting started again. Even in your youthful prime, the two of you don't last all night and all morning like you fantasized; no fantasy ever withstands reality, but you certainly enjoy all the time together, sleeping through the night.