The Ing's Infidelity

I was going to be the queen. The one who stood by the king, helped him make his decisions. The one he came to when he wanted advice or wanted to share his problems with. The one to bear his children. It didn't matter that this whole thing was arranged by our parents to strengthen our kingdoms, or the fact that I loved him for 14 years now. It didn't matter that we would be getting married. Nothing mattered if he didn't value me in front of our kingdoms and our people. And no matter how much he appreciated or pretended to love me in front of the court because that's not where rumors began.

Rumors began from within the castle. From the handmaids, the guards, the horsemen who watched his private interactions away from public eye within his circle. Such a rumor that had been the reason for our fight earlier. A rumor that the mighty 35 year-old king had been forcefully betrothed to the shy 29 year old princess who had been obsessed with him since she hit her puberty and followed him around like some sick puppy.

And what sparked that rumor?

The shy glances that younger girls gave him as he passed by. The discreet long gazes that measured them back lingering on certain parts longer than the rest, each time his gaze filling with something deeper.

But this is a castle. Where hundreds of people come and go. Where hundreds reside and work. Here, not just people but walls have eyes and ears too. I had confronted him about it but he denied. Not bothering to explain much nor did he offer any words to reduce my bitter emotions. "You are going to be my wife, thats enough for you to understand." He said, grazing the back of his hand down my collarbone, the movement a whisper crossing my pointed nipple.

It had been hours since I last saw him. Since I heard from him. I pondered on what he said. And he was right. I was going to be his wife. His partner. And so I realized how much my words probably hurt him. I wanted to go and tell him I believed him. That no matter any rumor came up, I would stand by his side because I was his wife. That's it.

I made up my mind and promptly led my self out of my room walking down the silent hallways towards his chambers. What initially caught my attention was how empty and quiet his side of the wing was. Which was not common. I wondered where all the guards usually positioned near his chambers were. Putting aside the thought for later, I walked closer towards his chamber, when I heard muffled noises coming through it.

"oh- ohh godd!" A muffled voice became clear as I approached the door and pushed it slightly open. What I saw broke my heart into pieces. A young girl was sprawled across the bed I was meant to sleep in with my husband. With her gown still intact, her legs spread wide open, with my fiancé's head buried between her legs, under her gown. Tears clouded my vision.

"Hn.. Ohhh.. Ohhh." She moaned, her hips jerking upwards, as his highness' hand slipped out and pressed it on her abdomen, locking her hips down to the bed. Her hand covered her mouth as he head turned from left to right unable to bear the sheer pleasure she was receiving.

I remained motionless, hearing every moan that he caused to her. A sudden gasp in the silence of the night broke my haze as I watched her grasp the sheets tightly, her hips despite locked down now jerking up with her back arched. She gained some conscious seconds later, still shivering as he continued eating her out. "Hnh..plea- ohhh.."

I watched with a burning pain in my chest as he moved out of her gown, and showed above her, caging her between his arms. Upon taking a closer look despite the pain it caused me, I realized she was one of the new handmaids recruited to handle the increasing workload of out upcoming wedding. Her name was Layla, I remembered. She was just 18. Her face was filled with innocence I could not believe he thought of her like that much less bring her in our marital chamber.

He descended his mouth on hers, completely capturing it as he engulfed her gasps. He moved his lips confidently on her much hesitant and reluctant mouth, fastening his pace. He moved down to her neck as I noticed her trembling hands. His hands moved to open her bodice as he didn't even bother open it all the way down. Just enough to push it down to expose her voluptuous breasts. Another loud gasp filled the room as he practically latched himself onto her boobs, her back arching in the immense pleasure he was giving her.

He groaned so loud immediately drawing my attention seeing how much he loved her young breasts. He sucked even harder Layla hissed in pain. She put her hands on his shoulders, trying to get him to slow down and tried to back from it too. But his grip remained intact. He looked up at her as he panted, "These tits look perfect in my hands and feel even better in my mouth," before biting and pulling away on her nipple. "Annhh!"

By now tears began to cascade down my cheeks as I watched the man who was supposed to look at only me was not only cheating on me, but was doing so in the room he meant to bring me into, onto the bed he would touch me in the very same manner. I felt uncontrollable yet I could not bring myself to either move forward and make presence known, nor to walk away and save myself from further nightmares.

"It's hurting, my king." She whispered, as he squeezed her bosoms even harder.

"Just a little more, my little girl." He whispered back, licking her pointy pink nipples as they stood tall, proud and swollen from his assault. After what seemed like an eternity, his hands moved further down and tore her gown apart, causing both of us to gasp this time, as she now laid completely bare in front of him.