Chapter 16
The wedding ceremony and celebrations were smaller than those of the Queens. Still, they were well attended by the Khan's emissaries and a few relatives. He had sent lavish and large wedding gifts and said he awaited news of heirs. John did not have be reminded that the truce would not be fully complete until he got the Khan's daughter pregnant. But he assured all guests that the Khan should expect good news very soon.
On his wedding night, he retreated with his new bride. As soon as they closed the door, she undressed and embraced him. John, smiling and buzzed, said, "What's the rush?" They had only known each other for a few days. Although she was stunningly beautiful, John still wanted to get to know her better and have her open up more. He felt he needed to know how deep her dedication and devotion would continue to lie with her father. She seemed confused and began to think he was displeased with her appearance.
She nervously offered to bring in her maidens to assist him in getting hard and switch out at the last minute when he came. While that tempted John, he explained that he only wanted to relax and take his time. Still confused, Princess Altani conversed with him but did not put her clothes back on. She had a slender body, a bit more skinnier than the Queen. Her curves were smaller but still dazzlingly attractive.
After a good conversation, she came close to him and laid him down. She pushed her soft, naked body onto him. "As nice as it is to get to know you, we both know how important our consummation is. Please, your Grace. Give me your seed. Plant your seed deep, deep in this fresh garden. Allow me to absorb your royal seed and give you an heir."
John could not shy away from this talk of making babies. He obliged her. He was cautious and shy at first, but as she continued begging that he impregnate her, he was filled with lustful vigor and became much more dominant and forceful.
"Your Grace, although I am a virgin, my mother and her maids have taught me how to please a man. They also showed me how to strengthen my muscles below, so your pleasure will be heightened. It will be so pleasurable being inside me that you will have no choice but to give me many sons."
She laid back, dragging him on top of her. She kissed him passionately as her hands led him to her wet center. She grabbed a small bottle of fragrantless oil and rubbed it into herself.
"You see your Grace?" She asked between heavy moans. His fingers felt her pussy slick with oil and her arousal. She shoved two of his fingers in. Although they went in quickly, she clamped her muscles down them. It was incredibly tight.
Please, your Grace, come inside me. Take what is yours. Make me all yours." The room sweltered with heat and passion. "Give me many sons your grace."
That night, Princess Altani realized it would be easy to get pregnant by John. She had heard he was good-looking for a white man. But that didn't mean much in her culture, where Westerners were known for being hideous to her people. But she thought he was so handsome. His body was young but strong and firm. She had never been with a man, but she knew she loved having sex with him since the very first night. He had grown into a more experienced lover, learning so much from Sharon, his adoptive mother, Viola, his best friend, almost like a sister, and Queen Xia.
Although she had never had sex, the instructions and training she had received to please a man paid off. She would squeeze John's hard cock inside her with her muscles and make him wince and groan.
Her first impression of him was that he was handsome. He commanded the room when put on the spot or in front of people, but more privately, the King seemed a little shy and pensive. She felt this was simply his energy and expected the same in bed. She was pleasantly surprised to see she was wrong. He transformed when he went to bed with her. He took the form of his commanding, kingly presence but more so. His body, hard and rugged from training and war, made her mouth water. He was confident and strong. His big hands were scarred, but he knew what to do with them.
He took his time exploring. He inched his way, enjoying her body entirely. While she did enjoy herself, she felt a bit annoyed. How could one man hold back for so long? She knew she had stopped him from cumming last night, and she was sure he would hungrily cum fast and be done with her so she could go to sleep and dream of getting pregnant fast. She had also heard from her mother and other ladies trained to pleasure men that men were usually dull. They would burst much too fast and usually cared little about the women's pleasure. She was sure John would get it over quick.
But now, in the middle of it, she did want it to last at least a little. She thought, "If I don't give him a son right away, he'll have to keep seeing me, and I'm okay with that." He slowly methodically got to know her soft body. Her tight and fit frame. Younger than Xia but considered too old to be single in her culture. Her father had many daughters but knew Altani's beauty was extraordinary. Her mother was one of the queens of a kingdom the Khan had conquered. According to stories, her father had a propensity of killing men of high ranking and taking their wives and making them his.
In her culture, women getting married off younger was normal. But her beauty was such that her father held her back in reserve to marry someone with actual standing. She had thought what a waste to have to wait so long. But now she was so happy she had waited. She was so pleased she had taken the lessons of her mother's ladies-in-waiting, who instructed her on ways to please a man when she found out she was to marry the King in the West.
Although well trained and she derived plenty of enjoyment from her instruction, nothing had prepared her for a man who patiently took his time like John. Multiple times, she tried to get aggressive and ride him, but he would simply wait her out and dominate her with a slow burn that made her melt. He was also edging her so skillfully she couldn't wiggle her way into cumming into his face or his hands.
When he finally did enter her fully, she was so ready to cum she clamped down hard with her muscles and kept a strong clench as he slowly rocked into her. He stayed in a slow, steady movement, breathing heavily into her ears. He kissed her all over and kept the same rhythm. It was too much, and she came so hard. All her straining and clenching did not phase his rhythm or speed. It only made her cum harder and faster.
"Good girl. That's right. You're doing such a good job cumming for me like your supposed to."
Her head heard these words, and her mind swam in the throes of passion. She was enjoying herself, but she kept thinking about how the plan was to have him cum. Cum as fast as possible. She tried to refocus and use her training to get him to cum faster, but his voice, those strange words coming from his mouth, only made her more horny.
He held her against his rigid body and slowly continued to grind into her center, "Oh, you're doing so good for me. Yes, that pussy feels so good. I love it. I love how deep you're able to take it. It's okay, go ahead and cum for me. You can fight it, but that is only going to make it stronger when you do cum... Yes... Right... There... just like that. Who is your King?"
"You..." She could barely groan as she felt the orgasm building up again.
"Who is your Lord and master?"
"Oh fuck... You... God... Fuck... You!"
"Louder."
"You. You. You!"
"That's right. That's a good girl." He caressed her body and dug into her soft flesh with his nails.
She felt silly playing into his game, but she could not answer any other way for some reason. What frightened her was that hearing herself say these things made them feel like the truth. Like all other men in her life, her orders to stay loyal to her dad now vanished. Now, John was her King. She had to obey him. Had to obey him because he made her feel so good. She had no idea how many times she came. But dehydrated, drunk, and sore, she passed out in ecstasy.
John realized she had passed out. He found it funny but felt weird about finishing. They drank a decent amount, so it made sense that they were both so tired from a long day. He half contemplated going to see Sharon to finish him off, but he resigned to being very tired. He wasn't sure why he had decided to delay himself so much with her, but it felt good. The princess seemed flustered that he wasn't finishing in her.
While it wasn't his plan, he thought, "Well, after our last interaction with Xia, I need her to understand that I'm in charge. I am King." He dreamed a familiar dream. He felt whole. Complete.
