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[Vagrant]

Astral

She raised an eyebrow. She was being to wonder why he always talked so dirty to her, it was fine by her but it seemed almost sudden, that he went from somewhat loverly talk to smut. She ignored it anyhow.

She sighed happily when they were done and went to take her bath, and waited for him to eiither leave or talk to her.

 

[Vagrant]

"Before I go, I should tell you I am having a small dinner party. Of course my Queen will be required to attend. It will be tommorow evening, which is why I do not have much time today. I am making some final plans. I will have a choice of dress for you to wear, my preference will be known, but the coice is ultimately yours." He smiled.

 

[Vagrant]

Astral

She nods in understanding, but then a puzzled look crosses her aristocratically beautiful face, making her appear almost human.

"What shall I call you? I can't call you Master, that'd be too weird....would my lord be okay? It's kind of similar and wives call their husbands that."

She looks at him raising an eyebrow.

"As to my dress, it will not be very revealing. I also have a question for you later, one that I had not considered. The public considers me your wife, you need an heir, wouldn't they be getting suspicious. Just think on that, my lord. No need to give me an answer until convenient for you."

 

[Vagrant]

"My Lord, My Husband, either will be fine." He paused and looked into her wardrobe. "As I said, there will be a selction for you, a choice. I will tell you which I would prefer, but it will not be a command."

The question of heirs suprised him. Not that she had thought of it, just that she wanted to bring it to his attention. For a woman who was forcibly enslaved, and posing as his wife to subjugate his people, fair though his rule may be, to try to look out for him in such a way. It was startling.

"We have only been "Married" for less than a year. The public will not be too concerned if you are not with child yet."

 

[Vagrant]

Astral

She looks at him and shrugs. "Just a thought. You know what I realized?" she mutters, all the while brushing her glorious, now shoulder length hair, then twisting it into a quick bun and pinning it.

"You haven't had to force me to do anything in weeks. I'm beginning to like this whole sl...I prefer to think of myself as a pet. It makes sense, doesn't it? I provide you with what you want, you take care of me and all my needs. I could kill myself or escape much easier tha you think. But you know what?"
She says all of the above, turning and giving him a smile that also gave him a chill down his spine.

"I don't want to escape. I like being a slave, a pet, a slut. I love sex, I like socialization, I like talking. I can do almsot whatever I want and all I have to do is fuck. How incredible is that? And most women would love to be in the position I am in. All I want anymore is approval and your pride in me. I care not of anything else. If you wanted an heir, I wouldn't care I'd do it. If you wanted to make this farcical marriage official, I'd do it, and still stay a slave. If you freed me, I still would stay and be a slave. BECAUSE I LIKE IT!"

She smiles lightly, and turns, looking in the mirror.
"How splendid I look today. I should do you proud tommorrow," she says and turns, acting as if her outburst didn't occur.

 

[Vagrant]

He laughs merrily. It was truly funny to hear her say that.

"When I first captured you, and informed you of how you would live, you scorned it. You looked down on the women in my harem because they believe exactly like you do now. My how things change."

He chuckles a bit more and smiles. "We both know I like calling you Slut. But I don't see it as an insult. I see the term to be used as a woman who loves sex and everything that comes with it. A woman who needs it, craves it. Is that a bad thing? YOU think on THAT for a while." He left the room at that point, going to finalize the plans for the dinner the following night. He probably would end up putting a baby in her, her bloodline was simply to important to waste. But that would come later.

The following day, he again came to her room, butthis time, not to fuck. Her lunch had the largest amount of the aphrodisiac that she had ever had, only for today. Instead he had the seamstresses come in with a selection of dresses. One was similar to what she wore at the announcement to the people, concealing but form fitting with a high neck and skirts that reached the floor. the three others were progressively more revealing, with the final being partly shear. All showed progressivle more cleavage and other bare skin.

"I would prefer you wear this one, "He pointed to the most revealing. "It reflects your new state of mind more fully. But the choice is yours, as I said." He walked out so she wouldn't feel more pressure than he had already given by pointing out his favorite.

He wouldn't see her again until the dinner party. There were only about 10 guests, mostly ministers, 5 Jurians and 5 Stanislavians. He was mingling with them all, going from group to group, brushing aside their queries of his Wife's whereabouts, explaining she was seeing to some last minute details, and would no doubt, join them shorty.

 

[Vagrant]

Astral

She showed up looking positively radiant, unfortunately most of the guests were a bit shocked at her attire. She had chosen the most revealing of course, because she wanted what her master wanted.

His earlier comment had puzzled her. She didn't dislike the word slut anymore, she knew he meant it in a good way, a way of praise.

The Jurian ministers looked a bit disapproving of her apparel, and shied away from her for most of the evening. The Stanislavan ones on teh other hand, made crude remarks, staring at her cleavage all night long and any other visible charms, all the while, nudging the prince and congratulating him on his good luck on such a fine-looking and well-mannered bride. She smiled prettily, performing exactly as all would expect her to, but she did cast him smoldering glances over the table at dinner that noone else noticed, stroking his leg with her foot under the table, praying for this to end.

Finally a Jurian minister asked her a question in Jurian.

"So are you pregnant with the heir yet?"

She replied in Stanislavian:

"What? I don't understand you......" She coloured at the admission of the beginning of the fading of her own language.

"I am sorry, Minister, I am used to speaking Stanislavian with my husband, and no, I am not yet. You should address those concerns to him, he is the one in charge," she replied in Jurian and smiled sweetly.

Later, later, she thought, she would maul him and drag him to his bedroom and fuck the living daylights out of him. God how she wanted him, she thought, casting him a glance and licking her lips slightly, wanting him, needing him.

 

[Vagrant]

He dealt with their reactions as any normal husband would. He defended her. And of course because he was the reason she was wearing it, and as her Master, ultimately responsible, he already had a course of action in mind.

He told the Stanislavians to behave, and to show the respect their Queen was due. That didn't stop them from looking, but it quieted them greatly. A Jurian asked him point blank why she was dressed so indecently, and what he had to say about it.

"Minister, I have nothing to say about it, she is my wife, and is capable of choosing her own attire. She has told me that growing up, many things were denied her by her father, and the ability to express herself with her clothes is one of them. I have freed her from those inhibitions, because I know she will not stray."

Later, at dinner, when the question of pregnancy came up, he deftly set it aside as well. "My Queen and I are going to wait until Stanislavia and Juria are bound together as one, focusing all our goals on that, before we start on a family. It is the people who are most important."

He looked at her and smiled, it was obvious he was planning much of this in advance, expecting the objections well before.

 

[Vagrant]

Astral

For the rest of the night, she dodged questions and just smiled and shook her head, directing all of the questions to her "husband".

By the end of the night, she had an unsettling feeling that her pussy was drooling underneath her dress despite her not it.

After the King bid all of his guests farewell, she cast him a smoldering look and grabbed his arm, then pressed him against a wall, unbuttoning his shirt and guiding his hands to unattach her dress. She came up for air, muttering only words in a staccato rhythm.

"Your. Room. Closer. Now. Need. You. Please. Master."

 

[Vagrant]

He stretched the evening out longer than it would have been, watching her squirm. By the time he was bidding them all farewell, he could smell her musk.

When she pushed him up against the wall he kissed her fiercely and tore her dressaway from her tits, letting the large heavy orbs, spring free before her grabbed them in his hands and massaged them. The need in her face and voice got him rock hard within seconds, but he wasn't in a hurry.

"This is the longest you've gone without a fuck, without my cock up your wet pussy, in months, isn't it Slut?" Since he hadn't fucked her today, and the routine he had established recently, ot her fucked everyday, usually 3 times. Not to mention the extreme amount of aphrodisiac she had taken in.

He began a sedate walk towards the stairs, and his chamber, making her wait yet longer for the fulfillment she craved.

 

[Vagrant]

Astral

A whimper of need breaks her lips as she ascends the stairs with him, resisting the urge to jump him and take him.

"Please...goddd...Master....edon't..make me wait....I need you..." she whines and whimpers almost falling over, her eyes aroused, a deep dark purple that he just noticed, and takes note of teh fact that the two times her eyes were that colour she was aroused beyond belief.

A cry of need breaks her lips and she stands next to him as they walk together, her following his pace.

 

[Vagrant]

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you in a hurry?" He smiled teasingly. "Your eyes are very strange. they seem to change colour. What causes that?"

As they arrived at his chambers he closes the door behind them and starts to undress. He watches as she removes the tattered remains of the nearly shear silk. He gets a devilish grin on his face as he lays on the bed. "I want you to suck me off first, and if you don't do a good enough job, I won't fuck you." It was a lie, but could she risk it?

 

[Vagrant]

Astral

A deep whimper cuts through her throat and she moans in despair, but doesn't protest instead drops to her knees on teh bed, nodding her assent to his decree.
Her shoulder lenght hair doesn't drag on his skin like her longer hair did, merely tickles instead. She groans lightly, rearranging herself so she is kneeling.
"Master can you please sit over there?" she asks exasperated. "I think I could get more of you in my mouth that way, if you please."

 

[Vagrant]

He moves to where she wanted, petting her softly. "Just think about how good it will be when you finally do cum. The wait that feels like torture will probably make your orgasm mind shattering." He smiled as she went down on him.

He wasn't holding back, or trying to prolong his orgasm this time, she would have to wait long enough as it was. Her mouth was warm and it took in his length. It wasn't long before he was close to coming. His breathing was quicker, and he was thrusting his hips slightly. Finally, he came, shooting his load into her mouth.

After he was finished cumming, he lifted her up off of her knees and layed her down on the bed. And with agrin, proceeded to fuck her hard.

 

[Vagrant]

((*bump*))

 

[Vagrant]

((*Bump again, waiting for when Astral gets back*))