by Parker Grey
He talks about the years after his sister died, when his parents both turned inward and practically left him to fend for himself, when he stopped leaving his castle for a while and that’s when all the rumors blossomed. He talks about feeling like a monster, about starting to believe everything that was said about him. Thinking that maybe he really was that man.
Montblanche is a city on the border of Tomassia and Luchenne, a sort of European Las Vegas where everything is open twenty-four hours and you don’t need to apply for a marriage license more than five minutes in advance.
Leo pulls into the first wedding chapel he sees, one barely across the international border. My heart is hammering in my chest, my mind racing as he shuts off the engine and cuts the headlights.
Should I do this? Is this stupid?
Am I getting married at one in the morning in Montblanche just so we can have sex?
Then I look over, into Leo’s eyes, and all my fears dissolve.
This is crazy. It might be stupid, and it’s definitely reckless.
But I know, deep down, that it’s not the wrong thing.
“You ready?” he asks, kissing my hand again.
I smile, even as a whole troupe of bats flutters through my stomach, I’m so nervous.
“Ready,” I say.
If the people running the wedding chapel in Montblanche recognize us, they do a good job of not saying anything. It makes me wonder how many famous people, or how many royals at least, get married at times and place like this.
Maybe more than I thought.
Getting married is surprisingly easy. We fill out some forms, pick rings, I pick flowers, and then suddenly it’s happening.
The whole ceremony is a blur, and I feel a little like I’m floating above myself, watching someone else get married. As excited as I am, it doesn’t seem real.
At least, not until the very end.
“I do,” Leo says, staring deep into my eyes, my hands locked in his.
I swallow hard. The officiant asks me if I promise to love and cherish, honor and obey, et cetera. My heart’s beating too loudly for me to really hear him.
“I do,” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper.
“You may now kiss the bride,” he intones.
Leo slides one hand along my jaw, cupping my face tenderly, and lowers his lips to mine. It’s the gentlest kiss we’ve ever exchanged, almost tentative, sweet and loving and tender.
It still makes my knees weak. Leo runs his tongue along my lip and I open my mouth under his, wrapping my arms around him as his other hand makes its way to my lower back, bringing me in against his body.
He’s rock hard. I bite his lip gently as he pulls away, smiling down at me dotingly, like any good husband.
Even though the officiant is standing right there, he’s not really paying any attention to us. Leo ends the kiss, then leans in, his lips against my ear.
“I’m going to fill you up with my thick cock and make you come until sunrise,” he whispers.
I blush bright red, because even if I’ve gotten a little more use to his dirty talk, he usually doesn’t do it in front of people. But no one else seems to notice, and Leo smiles at me, then at them, and we walk back down the aisle.
Ten minutes later, we’re walking down the hall of the hotel attached to the chapel, part of our wedding package. I’m giddy and breathless, because I can’t believe I’m married, and I’m also quivering in anticipation for what’s about to happen.
Leo takes out the key, puts it in the lock, and turns it.
Then he turns to me, the two of us alone in this hotel hallway.
“Josephine, I love you,” he says, and his voice is tender and gentle. “And as much as you’re mine, I’m yours, from the day I met you until the day I die.”
He kisses me.
“I couldn’t be happier that someday you’ll be my queen and the mother of our children,” he goes on. “And I wanted you to know that, right here, right now, as crazy as this may seem, when I say forever I mean it.”
“I mean it too,” I whisper.
We kiss one more time, our tongues tangling together, the familiar heat building up inside me. The kiss starts out gentle but gets rougher as it goes, until Leo’s hands are on my ass, squeezing and lifting through the dress I hurriedly put on a few hours ago.
We’re still in the middle of the hallway as he slides his fingers between my buttocks, quickly moving over my back hole and plunging between my lips, reveling in my wetness.
I swallow hard.
“Now will you finally fuck me?” I whisper.
Leo grins and pushes open the door.
Chapter Fourteen
Leo
I kick the door closed behind us, and it slams loudly but I don’t fucking care. Already I’m tearing at Josephine’s clothes, pulling her dress off over her head, pushing her into the hotel room as I throw her bra into a corner.
It’s not a particularly fancy hotel, but it’s not terrible. I couldn’t care less how many stars it has, though; as long as Josephine’s here, I’ll be anywhere.
“Leo,” she gasps again as I lift her up and place her on the bed. She’s already naked, her hands scrabbling at my shirt before I pull it off over my head.
I kiss her roughly, her mouth soft and pliant and needy under mine as her hands grope for my belt, but I grab her by the wrists and pull her hands behind her, towering over her small, soft body.
She makes me feel like an animal, something feral and wild, but in a good way, and as I pull back, I can see her eyes light up as she wraps her legs around me, pulling me in.
I keep a hold on her wrists with one hand, and with the other, I undo my belt and then pull it out of my belt loops. Josephine doesn’t say anything, just watches me, chest heaving as I pull her hands in front of her again.
“Tonight we do things my way, Princess,” I growl, wrapping my belt around her wrists. “And my way is I fuck you when I like, how I like, because I’ve been craving your sweet body from the second I first saw you.”
Josephine bites her lip as I fasten my belt around her wrists, tight enough that she can’t get them apart, and then she looks up at me, her eyes filled with lust and longing. She knows exactly what I’ve got in store for her, and she wants it just as bad as I do.
I shove her bound hands over her head again and kiss her fiercely, my tongue in her mouth, her body yielding under me as I find her clit with my fingers and slide them along it, spreading her juices from her lips to her nub and back again. I almost can’t believe that I’m here, finally doing this.
I’m finally going to claim my princess.
I stand, taking my pants off, and Josephine doesn’t move. She stays splayed on the bed, hands over her head, beautiful pussy on full display.
Mine.
I kneel on the bed between her legs, and she wraps them around me again, squeezing me with her thighs. I lean over and take one perfect, sweet nipple between my teeth and flick my tongue over the pebbled surface as she arches her back with pleasure
“Beg me,” I say, my voice low and rough.
The head of my cock bumps against her entrance, parting her lips, my hand at the root guiding it.
“Please, Leo,” she whispers.
I bite harder, eliciting a soft moan.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” she whispers, rocking her hips back and forth. I can feel the entrance of her pussy clench and spasm, like she’s trying to draw me in, but I resist for another second.
“I need to feel you inside me,” she goes on, her face hazy with lust. “Please.”
I’m never going to get tired of hearing her say that.
“Relax, princess,” I whisper. “This might hurt a little.”
Josephine just watches me, her face filled with love, trust, and lust, and I take a deep breath.
Then I stop resisting, and let the head of my cock slide between her lips.
Chapter Fifteen
Josephine
I take a deep breath and force myself to relax, even though it’s hard because I want to clench my thighs around Leo and push him inside me, finally feel him fill me up like I’ve longed for.
But I’m not dumb. I know he’s huge down there, totally massive, and no matter how many times his fingers and tongue have been inside me, his cock is something else entirely.
“This might hurt a little,” he says, and I swallow, letting my eyes drift closed.
Then the thick head of his cock slides between my lips, up to my entrance, and for the very first time, my husband enters me, and I gasp.
It’s a sensation totally unlike anything else, and it’s all I can think about, all I can feel. There’s a quick twinge of pain, but it’s over in a second, Leo stretching me wide.
He stops, leaning over me, just the head of his cock inside me but I’m panting for breath, bound wrists over my head.
“Are you all right?” he whispers. “You’re so fucking tight, Princess.”
I can’t even form words, so I just nod. He kisses my cheek gently, the gesture surprisingly sweet, and then sinks in further.
I moan. It doesn’t hurt any more — it only hurt a little, for a second — but it’s completely new feeling, my pussy being filled and stretched like this, and God I think I like it.
Leo goes slowly, entering me millimeter by millimeter, watching my face, stroking my body. I can tell he wants more, wants to sheath himself balls-deep inside me, but right now he’s being gentle and patient.
Nothing like the beast I once feared.
Finally, he’s all the way inside me, his hips flush against mine, and the feeling of being filled like this, of no longer being a virgin, is wonderful and intoxicating. I feel like I can’t even move, like anything I do will just make my body explode and fly into a million different pieces.
Leo’s got this look of intense, total concentration on his face, like he’s overwhelmed and trying not to come.
“You feel so good,” I whisper, my eyes closed.
“You fit me like you were made for me,” he growls, his lips close to my ear. “And you’re so fucking tight and wet it’s all I can do not to come inside you right now.”
Then Leo shifts his weight, leaning on one elbow, and he lets his hand drift down my body, from my shoulders to my nipples to the down patchy right between my legs.
After a moment, his fingers find my clit, and he starts stroking me.
Instantly, sparks shoot upward through my body. I can feel my pussy clench, and Leo growls again, but he still doesn’t move inside me, just strokes my clit faster and faster, letting his fingers do the work.
It takes seconds, because I’m already flying high, close to the edge, and all it takes is this and I’m crashing over, coming hard with Leo’s cock deep in me. He sucks in a hard breath as I come, the shockwaves of pleasure magnified a hundredfold and I cry out his name, utterly unable to think of anything else.
I’m still coming, my body trembling, when he starts moving, bit by bit, but instantly it’s like an electric current and I moan again, hands clenching above my binds, and he swallows hard.
“You like that, too,” he whispers, still obviously trying to control himself.
“I just like it when you fuck me,” I whimper, and I see a flash of the wild animal in his eyes as he pulls my legs around him, his fingers digging into my thigh as he does.
With each thrust he pulls out more and then sinks in deeper, every stroke of his thick cock still filling me completely, hitting the sensitive walls of my pussy and making me moan, gasp, and whimper. Leo’s shaking, his hands grabbing me so hard he might leave bruises, but he’s being so gentle right now I almost can’t believe it.
I knew he would never hurt me, but I hadn’t realized before how tender he could be.
Even though he’s going slow, I can feel myself building toward a climax again, and I can hear myself whisper his name, over and and over.
“Come for me again,” he says, his voice a rough whisper. “I need to feel you come one more time.”
“Leo,” I whisper.
“I love you,” he whispers back, and I shatter.
It’s incredible. It’s beyond incredible, I feel like I’m either flying or falling, my body filled with pure ecstasy as my vision goes totally white, my whole body tensing and jolting with the force of it.
I come hard, for a long time, as wave after wave rocks through me. Leo groans into my ear, his cock throbbing as he thrusts, still gentle and careful.
“I’m gonna come inside you, Princess,” he whispers, and I can’t even react before his cock jolts and he explodes, filling me with burst after burst.
When he finishes, he rests his forehead on mine, then kisses me gently as he takes his belt off my wrists and rubs them.
“Did you like that?” he asks, tracing my jaw with his fingers, still inside me.
“Yes,” I say.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I can’t help but smile.
“Not at all.”
He kisses me again, this kiss a little fiercer, a little rougher.
“Good,” he says. “You know I’d never hurt you, don’t you?”
I bite his lip gently, and he chuckles.
“Only if I ask for it,” I tease.
“I wanted your first time to be gentle,” he says, his voice getting lower, developing a growl. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t bend you over and fuck you hard like the filthy princess you are.”
I swallow hard, heat stirring in me again.
“Promise?” I ask, and we kiss again.
We don’t sleep that night.
Chapter Sixteen
Leo
“You did WHAT?” King Edward roars.
I squeeze Josephine’s hand.
“We got married,” I say.
“Without my approval?” he goes on, pacing back and forth across the sitting room. “You didn’t tell us, didn’t ask our advice, you just eloped? Just like that?”
I open my mouth to respond, but Josephine cuts me off.
“Daddy, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you,” she says.
“The fact that you didn’t tell me is the least of my concerns, young lady,” he says, turning sharply and pacing in the other direction. “You’re a princess, and with your life of great wealth and leisure comes certain responsibilities, to your country and to your people.”
“We were engaged anyway,” she says, her voice surprisingly steady. “And I love him.”
The king exhales hard, and I’m surprised fire doesn’t shoot from his nostrils. The queen is sitting in a chair, watching us quietly, thinking.
“There are protocols surrounding this sort of thing,” he goes on. “You can’t just go get married on a whim, Josephine. What’s that going to look like to the public? I’ll tell you, it looks like we’ve got a daughter who makes rash decisions, who’s mercurial and tempestuous, who doesn’t even tell her own family when she decides to get married...”
“Jo,” her mother says quietly. “We wish you’d told us.”
Suddenly Josephine squeezes my hand even harder, and her mom’s words hit me like a punch to the gut.
I hadn’t even thought of that. My own parents have been distant at best since Nadia died, so it just didn’t occur to me that Josephine’s parents would be this upset and not seeing their daughter get married.
But of course they are, and I feel awful. Josephine’s mouth opens slightly, she swallows hard.
“I’m sorry,” she says, still squeezing my hand like her life depends on it. “I didn’t think...”
“That’s right,” her father says, entering the conversation again. “You didn’t think.”
“Edward,” the queen says, and the king stops pacing and looks up at her. She puts out one hand, palm outward, in the universal calm down gesture.
He stops pacing.
“Prince Leo, would you be so good as to give us a moment alone with Josephine?” she asks.
; I don’t want to. I know they’re her parents, and they’re clearly not going to harm her, but I don’t like the thought of leaving her alone, without me for backup.
But I look down at her, and she nods.
“Please, it’s fine,” she says.
“You’re sure?”
“Of course.”
I don’t like it, but I’ll obey my princess.
I bow to the room and leave.
Josephine’s in there for a long time, and though there are raised voices once or twice, for the most part they talk quietly and I can’t hear what they’re saying.
That doesn’t mean I leave. I sit on a bench in the hall outside the room, just waiting in case my princess needs me. Last night I swore to never leave her side, and even though a conversation with her parents wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, this is as good a place to start as any.
Finally, the heavy door cracks open. I practically leap to my feet, afraid that Josephine’s going to come out and leap into my arms, crying hysterically.
I’m afraid that somehow, her father has the power to annul our marriage, even though I know he doesn’t.
But Josephine is smiling, even though I can tell she’s been crying, and I pull her into my arms.
“I’m fine,” she says.
“You were crying.”
“Yeah, well...” she says, her voice drifting off. “I didn’t mean to, but I hurt their feelings.”
She takes a deep breath and pulls away from me, looking me in the eye.
“What do you think about getting married again next week?” she asks.
I kiss her, once on the lips, and once on each tear-stained cheek.
“I’d marry you every week,” I say.
A few days later, we have an engagement banquet, followed by an engagement ball. I know there are rumors floating around about why we’re getting married so soon after announcing the engagement, but I make up something about my parents wanting a daughter-in-law soon, and I also, I don’t give a shit about the rumors.
