A Royal Marriage

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"B-but, Ramana..." I chuckled and took his length in my mouth. He gasped. I licked and sucked at him tasting his flesh. I could feel him getting harder. If he'd never come this would be a new experience for him. I took it easy and wasn't surprised that with little guidance his body broke and I was filled with his cum. I swallowed it all and licked him clean before straightening his clothes and continuing our walk. Before I took him into view of others I stole several more kisses and then took him back to his mother.

The next two night at dinner we talked more getting to know one another. Then I took him on walks and showed him how it could be for us as a married couple. He was still shy and hesitant but he would respond if I made a move first. Each night I ended it by swallowing a load of cum. By the time we got married I expected that he'd have enough experience for us to have a good wedding night.

The day of the party I was actually looking forward to it. From what I'd learned he'd been sought by several women and had refused them all. I got him as husband and I was going to show him off. I'd ordered new robes for him and I and had sent them to his home with the request that he wear them. My own were the normal billowy pants but I had new formal robes made. I wore a tight shirt under a vest with long panels that would fall over the front and back of each leg from my waist. He had pants that were not as billowy and his robes were long sleeved where mine had been trimmed to the vest. He was mine. I wanted his body only for me and I was going to enforce that by showing his clothes matched mine. He'd meet me in an ante chamber and we'd walk out and be introduced per custom. I walked in. He was tugging at the robes and pants.

Men very rarely wore pants. Most women didn't like their men showed off to that degree. I wanted to show him off but I also kept it to imagination only. He was mine and would remain that way. Looking over him I saw that he looked great in them. I'd also provided very opulent but comfortable shoes for him instead of the sandals. My own matched. The big difference between his and mine, other than I wore shirt and vest and his were robes, was that I wore my dress saber and dagger.

"What do you think of them? Do they fit alright?" he gave a little jump and turned to me.

"Yes. The fit very well." he looked down and tugged at the pants again. "I'm just not used to wearing pants or shoes. I always wear my sandals. Is it alright for me to dress this way before we are married?"

"Yes. Besides now that we match people will understand you are to be mine." I tugged him in for a kiss. He responded quickly and even gathered me into his arms to kiss me back. It would only be one month till our wedding but it would be a long month if I could only manage hidden kisses and caresses. Our wedding night was going to be long and I wanted him to fill me with cum. I'd be sure to get pregnant quickly as much as I was planning to have him inside me. I hoped he'd not mind.

"It's time." I tell him pulling back from the kiss. He nods, on my arm we head toward the ballroom. The music swells then dies as we step onto the top of the stairs. We smile, I can feel his hand tremble where it holds my arm. "Deep breath it's alright." he takes a breath and lets it out slowly.

"Her highness the crown Princess Ramana and her fiance' Efren." the room clapped as we headed down the stairs. Music began the dance floor cleared and I stepped into his arms. The first dance as a couple, it was a happy occasion but also served to demonstrate and show everyone that I was his but more importantly he was mine. To touch might get your hand cut off. The saber and dagger I wore might be the ones I wore for dress occasion but they were razor sharp and I could kill any woman easily if she dared to touch him without my consent.

"You dance well." I told him. The smile he had went from a nervous put on to real.

"Mother insisted I learn every social grace so that no matter who I ended up with as my wife I would not disgrace her. I thought them silly then. I can see their use now." his eyebrow raised as my smile went lopsided and I chuckled. "What?"

"Oh I was just thinking that dancing is like making love." that had him actually missing a step in our dance but he recovered smoothly.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Well it's two people, moving together in rhythm, bodies together." I ran my hand from his waist up and under the edge of his short robe, the two panels hid my hand easily as I caressed his bare skin beneath the cloth. "Did you wear your bottoms under your pants?" I ask brazenly. He's blushing scarlet. He shook his head no.

"You said not to in your note. But didn't say why?"

"Well two reasons, one they might have caused the pants to hang wrong. But the better reason is so that when I do this," I stepped closer to him one leg between his and took over leading our dance. It might be tradition to let your husband lead, a way of caring for you on the dance floor, but that didn't mean a woman didn't know how to lead. "Now I can feel you." his cock rubbed against my leg as we danced in a circle. "Better think about your feet so you don't trip us both." I tell him as he starts to lose his rhythm.

"To be honest I'm not sure I can." he tells me breathing raggedly.

"Better get some air then." I turn him in a sharp circle and dance him right out onto the balcony. Behind us couples take to the floor and begin dancing. I chuckle as I slow us and let him go just a hair. He took a deep breath.

"I'm not sure these pants will hide..." he trailed off, the darkening sky still has enough light to let me see that he's blushing. I retch out and with no hesitation cup him making him jump. He shimmies away and glances at the door. I let him go with only a smile.

"Don't worry they are loose just don't hug anyone and no one will no the difference." I say and go over to sit on the balcony rail.

"Why did you want me to come in pants?"

"Because it shows off your lovely body without giving anything away." I tell him honestly. I can see he's very red and his breathing is very erratic. I step close and take a hand. "Are you alright?" I ask. Had my teasing bothered him? "I'm sorry if I took my teasing too far." he smiled.