I do it over and over and each time, he hits that spot inside me. I begin to feel the flutters around him.
“Yes. Again,” he demands as I ride him, forgetting that we’re not alone. It’s just Rhys and I in the world. Like always, he consumes me and I’m helpless to focus on anything other than him.
“Rhys,” I pant as I press my hands to his chest for leverage.
As he did in our practice, he arches back in his chair with his arms out at his sides, thrusting his hips up tofuck me in an intimate dance. One that’s perfectly choreographed as I drop down on his cock over and over.
“Fuck! You’re fucking perfect,” he pants. “I need to feel you come.”
“Yes!” I call out as he plunges up into me again and again. Arching, so our main point of contact is where we begin and end together, pushes me closer. “I’m… I’m…”
“I know… Fuck… Fuck…” he chants as I ride him.1
I drop down one last time and shudder as my climax rips through me and I squeeze tight around him as he follows me over the edge, coming inside me with sharp hot spurts.
We sit there for a while, me draped over him and around him, while our breaths saw in and out of our lungs. Afterward, the pages step forward to take the Scepter and the Orb from Rhys and he lifts me up off his cock and sets me on the throne. My cheeks are on fire, my humiliation complete, as my husband pries my thighs open for everyone behind the screens to see the cum that drips from my pussy.
I want to cover my face and hide. I want to run away, to push him away, but I don’t. Instead, I sit there like a lamb to slaughter as he dips two thick fingers inside of me. He holds them up for everyone to see the cum that’s seeped from my body before painting it in an X across my chest, making sure to strike both of my nipples. Then he swipes up what’s spilled ontomy thighs and shoves it back inside of me, pulling a gasp from me. He intentionally strikes that spot inside, moving his fingers in a come-hither motion over and over until I’m panting and clinging for my life to the armrests of the throne. When his thumb presses down on my clit and circles, I’m done for. I can’t hold it back anymore and I arch into him and begin to shake as my orgasm takes over me.
When it’s passed and I open my eyes, I find myself looking into the cool depths of the man I married. He holds my thighs open wide again, so that men can come forward and stare at my most secret place to verify that the anointing has taken place.
They cheer as he wipes more of our essence across my belly in a slash, then each of my nipples, before he grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me forward to meet him in a punishing kiss.
When he pulls back, he lifts me to stand and returns to his seat.
On shaky legs I move to take new socks from someone and kneel to slide them up Rhys’s legs. Then I slide on his fresh pants and he stands quickly to help me pull them up around his hips. I hastily tie them at his waist before he sits back down, and I slide his old-fashioned shoes onto his feet. Then I pull a new shirt over his head, and he slides his arms through. I’m handed a gold cape to lay over his shoulders before the heavy velvet one trimmed with fur is placed over that and I tie them both at his neck.
Only then do I step back and allow two ladies’ maids to step forward and help me redress. It’s more than I had this morning, but I need the help focusing now. My brain is scattered all over the place.
As gracefully as I can, I pull on my panties . Even though I’m not a fan of the squishy feeling, I do my best not to show how gross I feel. I step into my dress, and one maid zips up the back before tying the ribbons at my shoulders. One lady slides my sash over my head and the other places my cloak on my shoulders and ties it.
“You did well,” she whispers as she steps away.
“Step forward and kneel before your king,” the archbishop says.
I drop to my knees in front of Rhys as he rises to stand over me.
“I claim you as my queen,” he says, placing a heavy crown, similar to his only smaller, on my head. He holds his hand out for me to take and I rise to stand beside him.
The screens are lowered now that we are dressed, and we both bear the Sovereign’s crowns. Rhys leads me over to stand front and center again.
“I now proclaim you King and Queen of the realm,” the archbishop announces. “God Save the King and Queen.”
The room erupts in cheers and shouted repeats of the refrain, God save the King and Queen.
We’re led out of the abbey and into a smallparlor where our official photos are snapped thousands of times amidst a small reception with refreshments. My dress feels too tight and I want to get out of here. But I smile anyway.
Finally, we climb back into the carriage and are paraded through town and then up the long and winding drive to the castle, smiling and waving at everyone who stood out here and waited for us.
Again, like on our wedding day, we walk out onto the balcony and greet our people. The day once again, has been long and kind of traumatizing. I survived that one—it was close, but I did—and I’ll survive this one too.
Tonight, there will be a massive concert on the lawns with all kinds of celebrities performing to celebrate Rhys’s coronation. It’s exciting but I also wish I could just take a long, hot bath, and go to sleep. This day has already lasted for far too many hours.
The crowd continues to chant “God save the King” over and over.
With one final wave, Rhys leads me back through the castle and we keep going until we reach our rooms.
“You did so well, hen,” he praises me after the door closes. “Thank you.”