Editor's Note: This story involves significant adultery ... don't read it if that's not your thing! Still no penetrative sex yet, but we're close! I promise (maybe) that it will be worth the wait. I could put this into 'fantasy' or 'reluctance/nonconsent' or the 'loving wives' category, but at the end of the day it spans multiple genres and so frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. All the negative comments about how I should 'go away,' - I love you! Much thanks as you've inspired me to write more often just to piss you off. All of the 'please more' comments as well as all of the other respectful feedback, you guys are the best and help me to try to adhere to a standard of providing quality and a story that comes to life. To the comment about professionalism, I don't use a proof-reader, although I may consider in the future ... and yes, I realized I switched her eye color, don't kill me. Happy reading to all and (I truly mean this!) respectful comments or feedback (both good or bad) are always welcome and appreciated. ~ SE
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Erik stood at the window of the Royal Bedchambers, gazing out into the night and watching the nondescript carriage heading down a dimly lit path under the cover of darkness. They had hurriedly prepared the contents Elena would need, although her escort got off to a much later start since the Queen had insisted on taking all of her scented oils, lotions, and additional beauty products. Walter, along with 3 of the most trusted guards had gone with her; the goal being to call the least amount of attention to the group as possible and keep it small.
"This is a mistake. I shouldn't be letting her go," he whispered, gripping the windowsill as he watched the horse-pulled caravan lumber down the road, taking his wife further from him. 'What king can't protect his queen in his own palace?' he thought, questioning every step to lead him to this dreary, sullen night. Erik was beyond frustrated with himself, but there was nothing the 28 year old King could do now, and he wondered just what her life would be like these next couple of weeks. Elena wasn't exactly the type of woman that would agree to just sit around cooped up in some strangers house, and that worried him. He could get her out of harms way, but he just wasn't sure if he could protect her from herself. Erik knew better than to try and tell her what to do, however, and he sighed as he watched the silhouette of his wife's carriage slip into the darkness and out of his life temporarily. The King vowed to figure out the 'Rat' problem as soon as humanly possible as he turned and walked toward his bed, realizing that he would be sleeping alone for the first time in nearly 5 years.
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Elena swallowed into a perfectly flawless, dry taut throat as the tendons of her neck flared their subtle beauty, watching as the outline of the Castle she had been raised in grew smaller and smaller as the click-clacking of the horses' hooves separated her from the King with every step. She felt a pang of regret for not treating Erik better in their last few hours together, although she still wished she had been invited to the initial meeting with his advisors. Deep down she knew that her husband's personality had, in part, been sculpted by an usual environment growing up. As sole and only heir to the Kingdom, he had been raised by a generation much older than him, often secluded from other boys, which caused him to be bereft of social skills and decisiveness that came with normal, everyday interaction. This lack of development was sometimes masked by his intelligence and physical skill sets, and so went unchecked in the early years of childhood. Such talents were products of endless studies and training, so he was able to still hold conversations on a myriad of subject matter as well as take part in the usual physical male activities typical of palace living.
Elena wondered if she could have helped her husband out a little bit more in the areas of negotiation, reading people, and other social skills, rather than always just suggesting what he should and shouldn't do, perhaps adding to the problem. These mixed feelings seemed to tug at her and she promised herself she'd work on creating more of a mutual union between them where he could strengthen his weaknesses when she returned. As she looked on, Synia Castle slowly evaporated into the night's air, the voluptuous Queen finally turning from the rear-view vantage point to focus on the adventure in front of her.
The journey took two and a half days with Elena mainly keeping to herself in the concealed carriage while the guards talked amongst themselves, stealing glances every now and then at the Queen's hefty bust that would jiggle and bounce with each rut they hit along the way. A couple of times when they stopped for breaks, she overheard them snickering to themselves about how much they'd kill for her to be one of their 'wives,' but she did her best to ignore them. 'They're uneducated hired muscle, and muscle is expendable,' she told herself. Even Walter was acting fairly distant with her.
Many of the places they passed by she hardly recognized, realizing just how little of her own Kingdom she had actually seen. Most of the events of Synia occurred in a few larger towns, and so there wasn't much need for the members of nobility to travel to the far away villages. The exotic and stunningly gorgeous 23 year old understood then just how lacking her knowledge was of where she was going - not sure of what to expect from the people or even the look of the village. She had been informed that they were headed to Edge Landing, a small village set against the backdrop of a large lake at the base of a mountain. The few questions she did ask about it were met with a "You'll see when we get there Your Highness." It felt like she was more of a prisoner than the actual Queen, and her mood had visibly soured by the time she heard Walter announce that they had arrived.
Elena peered out the slit of the caravan, taking in the sight of the village. They had passed by a few houses that were few and far between, separated by quite a bit of land. A part of her wondered what it would be like to have such privacy and not a hundred people around every single day tending to the most inconsequential minutia. Ahead of the them, further on down the road she could see half of the small village where a few stores, an inn, a church, and a couple other buildings dotted the main road through town. Beyond it was the large lake which surprised her with it's sheer size. A couple of smaller fishing boats and what looked like a sail boat completed the landscape.
As they passed by another house, Elena wasn't prepared for what met her eyes. "Ohh!" she heard herself gasp in shock as she had to do a double-take. Perhaps a 100 feet away on the porch of the nearest house was a man and woman in a clear state of passion. The woman was bent over the wooden railing as a man behind her was plowing her from behind, rutting like wild animals without a concern for privacy. Although they weren't very close, it was still obvious what was taken place as the woman's dress was bunched up around her waist and her body bucking against the man behind her.
Walter chuckled loudly, "Not exactly palace living, is it Your Highness? Welcome to the countryside, my Queen," he said, clearly enjoying her discomfort as she quickly drew the slit shut, her cheeks flushed. "Is that ... normal?" she asked, hearing the other guards snicker a bit.
