The doors closed with a resonant thud that seed to echo the pounding of Elizabeth’s heart.
She stood motionless for one heartbeat, letting the crimson robe fall completely to the floor in a soft scarlet pool at her feet. Naked, regal, glistening—her silver-blonde hair spilled over shoulders still flushed from jealousy and anticipation.
Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples already painfully hard, and between her thighs a steady trickle of her own arousal ran down the inside of one leg. She had been dripping since the first distant moan reached her chambers hours ago.
Aiden watched her with that slow, predatory smile that always made her knees weaken.
"You let them mark you," she said, voice low and dangerous, stepping closer until the tips of her breasts brushed his chest. "Their scent is all over your skin.
Their cum is still drying on your cock. And I—" Her hand wrapped around his thick, half-hard shaft, slick with the evidence of three other won. She gave it a slow, possessive stroke.
"—I spent the entire night alone in my bed, legs spread, fingers circling my clit, whispering your na like a prayer while the whole pavilion heard them scream for you. Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to co alone when your lover is breeding half your court?"
Aiden’s golden eyes darkened with hunger. "Then punish for it, my empress. Or let punish you for waiting so long to claim what’s yours."
He didn’t give her ti to answer. One arm hooked under her ass, lifting her as though she weighed nothing.
Elizabeth’s long legs wrapped around his waist instantly, ankles locking at the small of his back. He pinned her against the cool stone wall beside the doors—hard enough that she gasped—and thrust upward in one brutal, claiming stroke.
Elizabeth’s head snapped back against the wall with a sharp cry. "Gods—yes—there—your cock feels even bigger after them—stretching your empress open like I’m so virgin again—aaahhh!"
He didn’t hold back. Deep, punishing strokes—each one slamming her ass against stone, her breasts bouncing wildly between them. The wet *slap-slap-slap* of their bodies filled the room like percussion.
"I listened to Flora beg you to breed her," Elizabeth hissed through gritted teeth, nails raking down his shoulders. "I heard Catherine call you ’son-in-law’ while you filled her.
I heard that red-haired harlot Sabrina scream about being your secret whore. And all the while my royal cunt was clenching around nothing—aching—dripping—because my man was too busy playing family stud."
Aiden growled against her throat, teeth grazing her pulse. "Jealous, sweet Eli?"
"Furious," she snarled, then moaned brokenly as he ground his hips in a slow circle, stirring her insides. "And so fucking wet for it. Fuck like you fucked them—harder—make forget their nas—make the only one who matters right now—aaahhh!"
He carried her—still impaled—to the bed without pulling out, every step driving him deeper. When he laid her on her back, he hooked her knees over his shoulders and folded her nearly in half, hips lifting off the mattress so he could plunge straight down into her core.
Elizabeth’s elegant composure shattered completely. "Deeper—my lord—hit my womb—claim the throne inside —while their seed is still warm in their bellies—fill your empress until I overflow—aaahhh—I’m already cumming—your cock is too perfect—too thick—too mine—!"
Her first orgasm ripped through her like lightning—walls fluttering, squirting in hot, ssy arcs that soaked Aiden’s abs and the already-ruined sheets. He didn’t slow. He kept pounding through it, drawing it out until she was sobbing with overstimulation.
"Say it," he commanded, voice rough velvet. "Who owns this royal cunt?"
"You do," she gasped, erald eyes glassy. "You own your empress—your cheating, jealous, dripping empress—fuck like the whore I beco only for you—ruin —breed —mark so deep no one else will ever satisfy again—!"
He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back in from behind—gripping her silver hair like reins. Skin slapped loudly; her ass rippled with every brutal thrust. Elizabeth pushed back to et him, desperate, shaless.
"Look at you," Aiden growled, slapping one perfect cheek hard enough to leave a pink handprint. "Empress of half the known world—reduced to begging on all fours while your nobles walk around leaking my cum. Does that make you wetter, Eli? Knowing I bred them all morning and still have enough left to flood your royal womb?"
"Yes—fuck yes—it makes burn," she confessed, voice cracking. "I hate it—I hate how much I love it—I hate that I want to watch next ti—want to lick them clean off your cock before you fuck —aaahhh—harder—make scream louder than any of them—!"
He obliged—railing her until the bedfra groaned in protest. When she ca again—violently, squirting down her own thighs—he pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her back once more.
This ti he went slow—agonizingly slow—long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive inch inside her. Face-to-face. Kissing her with bruising possession while his thumb circled her swollen clit.
"You waited wet and aching all night," he murmured against her lips. "Fingering yourself to the sound of their pleasure. Now look at while I give you what they begged for."
Elizabeth locked her arms around his neck, legs clamping tight behind his back, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. Her erald eyes burned into his gold.
"I want it all," she whispered, voice trembling with raw need. "Every drop you saved for . Flood your empress—knock up the woman who rules nations—make my belly swell while every noble bitch in this pavilion slls you on my skin tomorrow—cum inside —please—Aiden—my love—my king—cum—!"
He roared and erupted—thick, endless ropes of potent incubus seed flooding her royal womb. So much that her lower belly visibly distended, excess cream gushing out around his shaft in creamy waves that soaked them both. Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back; she ca with him—shuddering, clenching, milking every pulse as though trying to pull him even deeper.
But Aiden wasn’t finished.
He kept moving—slow, lazy rolls of his hips through the aftershocks, stirring his own release inside her until she whimpered from sensitivity. Then harder again.
They fucked for another full hour—relentless, insatiable.
Elizabeth riding him like a queen claiming a war-steed—hips rolling in tight, filthy circles while she leaned down to bite his shoulder and growl, "You belong inside —always—say it—say your cock was made for your empress’s cunt—"
Aiden spooning behind her—one hand wrapped loosely around her throat, the other rubbing furious circles on her clit while he whispered hot against her ear, "You’re tighter than any of them—wetter—more perfect—feel how you flutter when I call you my royal whore? That’s why I always co back to you, Eli."
Against the tall window—her breasts pressed flat to the cool glass, nipples scraping with every thrust while she looked down at the gardens where noblewon still whispered his na. "Let them see," she moaned. "Let them look up and know their empress is getting bred while they leak your leftovers—aaahhh—harder—make the glass shake—!"
On the thick carpet—her legs folded over his shoulders as he bent her in half and drove straight down into her core again and again. "Second load," he growled. "All for you. No one else gets this tonight."
Each orgasm pulled fresh, jealous, possessive confessions from her lips:
"I hate sharing you... but gods, knowing you fuck them and still co back to ruin —it makes co harder than anything else..."
"Fill again—mark your empress so deep I’ll be dripping you through tomorrow’s council eting..."
"I love being your secret—your cheating empress—your only one who can take all of you and beg for more..."
By the ti the sun dipped low and painted the room in molten orange, they collapsed in a sweaty, cum-drenched tangle. Elizabeth draped across his chest like a sated lioness, his cock still buried inside her, slowly softening but twitching with lazy aftershocks. Her thighs trembled; her belly was softly rounded from the sheer volu he’d pumped into her.
Her voice was hoarse, utterly wrecked, but glowing with satisfaction.
"Next ti..." she murmured, tracing idle circles on his chest with one nail, "...summon first. Or I swear on my crown—I’ll drag you onto the central stage during tomorrow’s session, bend over the podium, and let the entire pavilion watch while I reclaim every inch of you in front of them."
Aiden chuckled low, pressing a tender kiss to her silver hair.
"As my empress commands."
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