Alexander grabbed the wine bottle and poured himself another drink without waiting for a servant to get it for him. Normally he wouldn't get plastered at a feast in front of both his court and his servants, but tonight was different. Tonight Oliver had married fucking Clarissa.
Clarissa was Alexander's advisor's daughter. She had long, bouncy golden hair and sky blue eyes. Alexander imagined her generous breasts would bounce as well if she was riding a cock.
He supposed Oliver would find out about that after the feast. Alexander knocked back his fourth glass of wine. Or was it his fifth?
Clarissa was utterly untouched. She'd lived in a bubble of protection since the day she was born. A man had never so much as glimpsed her naked.
Fucking Clarissa.
"If you have any more, you'll end up choking on your own vomit," Amice said from beside him. She was seated to his left, like she always was. Her black hair was pinned up in all sorts of elaborate ringlets and her elaborate blue silk dress was obviously the most expensive one in the room. It was unpleasant to have a wife who hated him. It would have been even more unpleasant if he didn't hate her in return.
Alexander had married her to seal an alliance. As king, Alexander could never have married someone as fucking useless as Clarissa. He'd done his duty and sired two brats on Amice to secure the succession. She'd demanded a third, but the thought of fucking Amice was enough to instantly kill any erection Alexander had. He didn't know what was worse, her sharp tongue or her sneering, unpleasant face.
"More likely you'd slit my throat and claim I'd died in my sleep," Alexander said.
Amice didn't look at him. Enmity rolled off her in waves. "Poor Alexander. What will you do now that your favorite toy is married to someone else?"
Alexander shoved back his chair and got to his feet. The roar of chatter in the great hall instantly hushed. The idea that had been stewing in his head all week took hold with a little help from the wine.
"I claim bride rights," Alexander said into the silence.
Clarissa's face went white.
No ruler had claimed bride rights in a hundred years, though the law was still on the books. As king, Alexander had the right to fuck any bride before her husband. It was an outdated practice to show off the king's power, one his father never would have used. His father had died two years ago, and it was about time Alexander started doing things his own way.
Alexander stormed over to where Oliver and fucking Clarissa were sitting in marital bliss. They didn't look so blissful now. Clarissa looked terrified. Her eyes welled with tears as Alexander grabbed her wrist. He hauled her to her feet.
"Are you coming, wife?" Alexander called sarcastically to Amice. She stood up, stone faced, and followed him.
Alexander specifically did not look back to see if Oliver was behind them as he dragged Clarissa down the hall toward his bedchamber. As the murmur of voices from the feast fell away, he could hear Oliver's quick footsteps on the stone flagons behind him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Oliver said.
"Taking what's mine," Alexander replied. It was his right. He could have Clarissa if he wanted her.
Amice's hollow laugh echoed around the bare walls. "And what do you expect me to do?"
"Watch," Alexander said.
Clarissa let out a sob. Her pale face had turned a blotchy red color. "Please, your majesty. I'm a virgin."
"I know," Alexander said. He threw open the door to his suite of rooms and hauled her inside. The rest of his forlorn procession followed him into his sitting room. Oliver's dark brown eyes were spitting fire at him. It didn't matter. Oliver was powerless to stop him.
Alexander slammed the door closed behind them. Amice settled into a plush red chair in the corner and crossed her arms.
Alexander rounded on Clarissa, who was huddling against Oliver's side. Fury shot through Alexander.
"Take off her clothes," Alexander ordered Oliver.
A muscle in Oliver's cheek twitched, but he complied. There was nothing else he could do when the king demanded his rights.
Oliver's fingers deftly unhooked the row of tiny buttons holding up Clarissa's white lace dress. The shoulders sagged as the back was unbuttoned, then Oliver shoved down the sleeves and the gown fell away to reveal a set of perky tits that had never once been seen by a man before. Clarissa trembled where she stood. The entire dress hit the ground and Clarissa was standing in nothing but her stockings and garters.
Alexander took his time looking her over, admiring her curves and the cleft between her legs. "Turn around," Alexander demanded.
Clarissa turned slowly. Her ass was taut and round. Her thighs looked incredibly soft. She had the body of someone who had never done a day's work in her life. She'd been as spoiled as a princess and twice as useless.
When she was facing him again, Alexander crooked a finger and Clarissa walked to him on shaking legs.
"Smile, Clarissa. You're about to fuck a king. It'll be a good bit better than your wedding night would have been otherwise."
Clarissa's lips turned up in an imitation of a smile. Behind her, Oliver's fists clenched. Alexander grinned and buried his face in Clarissa's voluminous hair. She smelled like lilacs and honeydew.
Alexander's hands skimmed down over his prize, feeling how soft and warm she was. He backed her up until the backs of her calves were nearly hitting the couch behind them. His thumb settled on a brownish-pink nipple and he felt it peak under his caress. Alexander pinched her nipple hard between his fingers and heard her gasp. He brought up his other hand to squeeze her breasts while torturing her nipples.
Her eyes began to glaze with lust and her tongue flickered out to wet her lips.
"You've never felt anything like this before, have you?" Alexander asked her.
Clarissa shook her head.
Alexander bent down and tasted her nipple with his tongue. Clarissa let out a low moan as he sucked it into his mouth and let his teeth graze her flesh.
It wasn't enough. He wanted to see her squirm. He sucked on her nipple as his hand drifted down to cup her ass. He pulled her hard against him then pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing her asshole to her husband and Alexander's wife.
Clarissa whimpered and ground her body against his. She was giving in to him faster than he'd thought.
"Get out my cock."
Fucking useless Clarissa fumbled with the buttons of his pants before she got them undone. She hesitated before she reached into his small clothes.
"Have you ever seen a cock before?" he asked her.
Clarissa shook her head.
"Then take a good look."
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. He was still soft as she pulled him out. That would be fixed soon enough. "Stroke it."
She tentatively moved her hands up and down. "Is this right?" she asked.
"No," Alexander said impatiently. He grabbed her hands and showed her how to circle them around his cock and pull.
She was clumsy, but her soft hands still felt good.
Alexander looked over her shoulder as she worked. Amice had her dress hiked up and was rubbing her clit as she watched them. Not shy, that one. Oliver was standing frozen, every muscle taut as he watched his virgin wife learn to pleasure another man. "Enjoying the show?" Alexander asked them.
"No," Oliver said.
Amice had her mouth clamped shut, likely to contain a moan.
Alexander's cock finally started get hard in Clarissa's hand. She let out a squeal and jumped back. Fucking Clarissa.
Alexander grabbed her hand and dragged her back to him. He took her nipple back into his mouth. Clarissa's hand wrapped around him and began stroking him harder than before. She whimpered and moaned against him.
Precum beaded at the tip of Alexander's cock. He grabbed Clarissa's hand and smeared it on her palm. Then he used her hand to smear it on her nipples. Clarissa looked glazed and confused as Alexander shoved her back onto the couch.
Alexander wrenched her legs apart and shoved two fingers into her cunt. Clarissa arched back against the couch and opened her legs wider.
Alexander didn't look away from her as he crooked his finger for Oliver to join them.
Alexander smiled as Oliver reached them. Every line of Oliver's body was etched with fury.
"Your wife has lovely breasts," Alexander said. "Have you ever seen a woman's breasts before?" Alexander already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear Oliver admit it.
"No."
