His Exalted Majesty sat back on his throne. The familiar scent of leather rose around him, and his attention turned to the girl, and the flogger. He felt the pile of the fur draped across the armrest running between his fingers. It was a lion he had killed with his bare hands as a boy. He was always aroused by the pelt of a kill.
Across his throne room, a concubine was touching herself, and eyeing him invitingly. She was trying to give him a hard-on. Her little moans of pleasure carried to every ear in range. Hundreds of young, nubile women eyed the scene expectantly from the relative seclusion of the Harem. The Mystics managed the harem, ensuring the privacy of the handsome young king and his queen. But the harem was always close at hand to fulfill any needs they might have. He smiled to himself as he viewed the scene.
His Highness could hear words of encouragement coming from behind a wall of sheer linen. There, his harem waited. He wanted to cum, badly. The young ruler had always been virile. He stayed at a simmer most of the time, but with the scene before him, he was boiling. As if on cue, a long, sensuous hand appeared in His Exalted Majesty's lap. It belonged to his beloved Queen Jett. She was his partner in all things. She was also becoming as aroused as he was. He loved that his bride was getting horny. Whenever she absent-mindedly stroked his body, like Magick, she hit every spot that sent a jolt to his loins. Her touch alone was enough to make him crazy.
There she sat, at his feet, his beautiful woman. Jett had captured the young king's heart and soul the very first time he'd laid eyes on her. They had both been sixteen years old, and Jett's Grande Dame had insisted her grand-daughter attend the "Coming Out" Ball honoring His Exalted Majesty Crown Prince Hammer.
As the fanfare played for his introduction into society, the Prince descended the Grand Staircase. Across the crowd of ass-kissing courtiers, he saw a girl that was so beautiful it almost made him cry. She was pretty, but there was an air about her that seemed a halo of power. She held herself like a queen.
She was tall for a woman, with a stance that showed great confidence. Boy after boy approached her to ask her to dance. Her long red curls danced around her face as she firmly but politely sent them all on their way, one after the other. Hammer smiled to himself.
Then, she smiled. The future king felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck him. Almost losing his balance on the towering stairs, he suddenly remembered the marble staircase. There were hundreds of people waiting for him at the bottom, and his mother would never forgive him if he rolled into his Coming Out Ball on his head.
Still, he could not shake the image of the girl's face. He had never seen anything more beautiful. Courtier after courtier jockeyed for position at the base of the Grand Staircase. Each one wanted to wish the Prince well, and greet him into society. Every young woman between thirteen and twenty would have given her left eye in order to gain favor with the Prince. The Prince graciously, but half-heartedly thanked everyone. He had to find her. He was supposed to find a wife tonight. As far as Hammer was concerned, everyone else but she could go home. Hammer had picked his bride.
Through the throng of well-wishers he sought her out. Hoping each successive handshake or tap on the shoulder would be her. He caught sight of his intended again, and made for her. As he approached, he seemed to notice everything about her. The way her eyes sparkled when she smiled- Oh Mother, that smile! The way she moved her hands when she spoke. The generous way she smiled, and squeezed the arm of every boy that asked her to dance. She almost made them give thanks for her rejection! Hammer had almost laughed at how she knowingly intimidated each potential suitor who gathered the courage to approach. As the future king drew near her, he could feel her. She possessed an essence that permeated the air around her like a mist. Her very female essence would strike fear into the faint of heart. Finally, she was close enough that Hammer could reach out and touch any part of her, and he could suddenly think of nothing else. She turned to face him and their eyes locked. Their instant connection was palpable from that very moment throughout the atmosphere. Silence descended upon the room.
Once their eyes met, it was all over. Everything around them disappeared, and they were inseparable from then on.
As if they'd rehearsed it a million times, Hammer took Jett by the hand. Jett earned more than a few hateful glances from jealous maidens who had been dreaming of becoming a Princess since birth. He led her across the middle of the dance floor, up the grand staircase, and off to his rooms, where they consummated their love, over and over again. then on.
A good and Righteous King must have a harem. Hammer hated the idea, but was obliged by the Mystics to at least give his people the impression he was trying to secure his Legacy, by fathering sons. The Young King grew tired of their whining, and relented. But, before he began buying young girls to come live in His palace and service His needs, he must discuss the situation with Jett. It had often crept into his thoughts, especially when he was alone away from his Beloved, late at night, that she would look beautiful intertwined with another woman, lost in sexual ecstasy, performing for His pleasure.
King Hammer was called away often to attend to his official duties. The separation was Hell on them both. Succumbing to the will of a woman was seen as weakness by his people, and every other king before him in his line. Hammer would never have confided in another man how painful it was for him to leave his Queen. He could hardly believe it himself. He was raised to be a warrior. She was his one weakness. He could never sleep if they were apart. He felt terrible about leaving her behind, alone. He ached to hold her. He knew she felt the same. He missed her female scent, the warmth of her breath, the softness of her milky skin, the warmth inside her depths. He would often take her, almost by force, immediately before he departed on a journey. Hammer would ravage Jett's body like a starving man takes water. She would submit to his touch completely. If he could get enough of her essence on him, he could take her along in a way.
