The Forgotten Kingdom

[MC] Chapter 16: Jealousy (SMUTT)

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Brielle felt the grip of her husband's hand bring her to her feet. She stood below his gaze, fighting the dichotomizing emotions of fear and lust.

Valor felt he would burst of anger towards Denco, a man he knew would attempt to ruin His reputation. But for the moment those feelings left him. All that stayed was love for his wife, and an innate urge to show she belonged to him.

Brielle felt her husband guide her towards the window. Though harmless at first, the situation suddenly became much more worrisome when she was pressed against the glass, in full view of the guests below.

She feared that masses below would turn and look upon the castle, seeing Brielle and her husband. But at the moment, none had seemed to peer up.

The cold glass nipped at Brielle, but anticipation hotly coursed through her, "My Lord I beg of you please—"

The Prince held her to the glass by her neck, now delicately stroking her back, "My Love, look down below at your people..."

She refused to look out of embarrassment, but the hand on the back of her neck gave a menacing squeeze. Brielle opened her eyes and looked upon the Lords and Ladies below...  They laughed and chatted with one another, seemingly unaware of what was happening an only a few floors above them.

Valor began slowly loosening his wife's dress as he softly spoke, "These women of my kingdom are honorable, very kind, even rich..." He slipped his hand into the shoulder of Brielle's dress, sliding it down.

"And it is true, I have slept with women of this nature..." He slipped Brielles other sleeve off, allowing it to barely cover her chest.

Brielle stood as still as she could, trying to not draw any attention to herself. Her breath hitched as she felt her dress slowly falling. But she chose not to move, afraid to upset her husband.

"But I stayed with not a single one, no more than a fortnight, because they were not you..." The Prince kissed Brielle's neck as he now played with her nipple, they were sensitive from the cooling glass she was pressed upon.

"My Lord I believe you. Please allow us to enjoy... and not ruin our standing with your people." Brielle pleaded, but still unwavering.

Now her dress was to her hips, and she begged to be let go. "Do you know why, I have you on display my love?" The Prince questioned, still teasing her chest.

"I do not understand why, Valor." Her breath quickened as she thought of herself on display. At any moment they may be caught, and her reputation ruined.

"Because my love" He dropped Brielle's dress to the floor, "I want everyone to know you are mine." He growled into her neck as she took a loud breath in.

The Prince grabbed Brielle's neck once again, "Brielle, I do not want you to move. Do you understand me?" The princesses nodded, anticipating what her husband was capable of.

Valor quickly bent the Princess forward so that her chest was pressed upon the window and her bottom was perched out. She somehow felt more exposed than before.

She felt a kick in between her legs indicating that they must open more, so she obliged the best she could from this position. She tried to not look down, attempting to ignore the reality of her circumstances.

Valor rested his hand on her, and began to stroke her with the other, "Be careful to not draw attention to yourself..." Brielle moaned into the window as she felt the thick fingers of her husband begin exploring within her.