Chapter 5 #2
“Then you will be led back to your seat while the King will be guided to kneel on a cushion where he will accept the Sovereign’s Scepter in his right hand, thus symbolizing the King’s power to govern with mercy,” Craig explains, handing Rhys a pool cue as a makeshift scepter after he kneels on a throw pillow from the sofa.
“After that he will take the Sovereign’s Orb, which is a massive uncut emerald.
This will symbolize that the rule over this verdant isle is being placed in his hands quite literally.
“After that, the head of state, the head of the royal court, and the head of the judicial courts will each carry in a sword and tap it once on each of the King’s shoulders, pledging him the power over the people, the courts, and the church to all be done so with mercy and chivalry.
“When that is done, the King will be instructed to circle the floor to show his new powers and duties and then go back to the throne where he will sit down. This is where you come in again.”
It feels like the whole room holds their breath.
“All right…”
“Pages will be instructed to raise their screens,” Craig continues, carefully.. “Each of the four screens will enclose you and the King in a sort of box of privacy for the next part of the ceremony.”
“And then?” I whisper, keeping my eyes locked on Rhys from across the room.
“Then you will be instructed to stand in the center of the box, before your king, and remove your clothes.”
“Excuse me?” I snap.
“Stella,” Rhys sharply calls my name. “This is why we’re running through it now so that you won’t shriek and holler during what is to be a silent ceremony.”
“You cannot be serious,” I reply.
“I am,” he says. “Look at me and take off your clothes.”
“But—”
“No buts, hen. It’s time.”
“Is… is this a punishment?” I ask softly.
“No, my love,” he says, his eyes warming. “This is part of the ceremony and if I could protect you from it, I would, but I canno’. Now do as you’re told and take off your clothes.”
Slowly, I step out of my heels and kick them away before pulling my sweater over my head.
My hands shake as they unbutton my blouse and slide it down my arms, casting it away as well.
Then my cute belt, the one I never want to see again after this.
Next my trousers, which fall to the floor easily and I step out of them, kicking them aside.
I bite my lip as I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting the white lace fall down my arms, and last, I try to turn away, to look anywhere someone isn’t standing, watching, but there’s nowhere safe.
“Eyes on me, hen,” Rhys commands and I turn my gaze back to his while I slide my panties down my legs and to the floor. “Good girl.”
“Now you will undress your king to anoint him,” Craig says and Rhys moves to stand in front of me.
I unbutton his dress shirt and someone holds the Scepter and Orb for him to slide out each arm, letting the shirt drift to the floor before the relics are immediately placed back in Rhys’s waiting grasp.
Then, I unbuckle his belt and push his pants off his hips.
I realize my mistake when the fine wool gets caught on his shoes and socks and drop to my knees to slide each from his body all while he’s holding the fucking pool cue and coffee mug.
“The King will then retake his seat on his throne and you will anoint him in holy oil,”
Craig says, handing me a small bowl filled with some kind of oil and a small silver teaspoon. “You will drip the oil over his shoulders, his arms, and his chest and then rub it in. After, you will drip more down his legs and his… uh… staff.”
“What?” I whisper and Rhys smiles.
“He means my cock.”
“What?” I gasp.
“Do it, hen,” Rhys says. “Make sure there’s plenty on it.”
“Uhh… yes,” Craig replies awkwardly. “What he says. The King will need to be, um… erect.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” I mutter.
“I don’t think I’ll have trouble with that,” Rhys mutters and I notice that he’s already hard in a room full of people.
“Now I understand the privacy screens,” I mutter.
“Not completely, but you’re getting there.”
“What more could there be?” I ask.
But before Rhys can answer, Craig does.
“Now you will set down the oil and straddle the King’s lap.”
I feel my heart stutter to a complete stop.
“Breathe, hen,” Rhys quietly commands. When I do, he says, “Come here.”
I move toward him and climb onto his lap, his hard, slick length wedged between us.
It’s more than a little awkward since he can’t help me because his hands are full.
If this wasn’t in front of so many witnesses, it might even be fun, but now, I don’t know.
My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I feel heat race through my body as his cock presses against my clit.
I want more, but I don’t.
The longer we sit here, the more likely I am to beg for him to let me come.
Lucky or unlucky for me, depending on how you look at it, Craig issues more instructions for me. “Now take the King inside you. This ensures that you’re doing everything in your power to conceive an heir because not doing so is high treason and punishable by death.”
“Less talk on the high treason because it’s not doing great things for my cock, buddy,” Rhys mutters.
“Sorry,” Craig replies, making Rhys laugh. The effect jostles me on his lap, which pulls a moan from me when he hits my clit just right.
“Seems like the crisis has been averted,” Rhys jokes before looking in my eyes and saying, “Now put me inside that lush cunt, hen.”
I pull in a sharp breath and then, on shaky legs, rise up on my knees. His cock springs up, and because of the oil, I have to do little to position him at my opening and slide down his shaft. We both groan at the contact.
“What do we do now?” I whisper to Rhys, our mouths almost touching.
“Now, hen, we ensure the heir,” he says. When my brows draw together and he notices my confusion, he says, “It’s time to fuck your King.”
“Oh!”
“Aye,” he chuckles. “‘Oh.’”
And then I begin to move. Slowly at first because I need to be cautious not to fling myself off this chair with him helpless to stop it because he’s holding priceless artifacts. But the more I rock against him, his pelvic bone scraping my needy clit, the more turned on I get.
With the hot wet slide of our bodies, thanks to the oil, I’m hurtling toward a climax with Rhys right behind me.
“Harder,” he groans as I slide up and forcefully drop down over him. “Fuck yes. Just like that.”
I do it over and over and each time, he hits that spot inside me. I begin to feel my body fluttering around him.
“Yes. Again,” he demands as I ride him, forgetting that we’re not alone.
“Rhys,” I pant as I press my hands to his chest for leverage.
He arches back in his chair with his arms out to the side. The move thrusts his hips up to fuck me from below at the perfect pace while 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 my own back so our main point of contact is where we begin and end together. “I’m… I’m…”
“I know… Fuck… Fuck…” he chants as I ride him. 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, his come surging up inside me in sharp hot spurts.
We both sit there, me draped over him and around him, while our breaths saw in and out of our lungs.
When he can speak again, he says, “I think your cunt just might be the death of me.”
I start to giggle but then I’m thrown a proverbial bucket of ice water when Craig speaks again, and I remember that we’re not alone.
“Pages will then take the Scepter and the Orb from the King, and he will place you in your chair. He will then verify that the anointing has taken place,” Craig says. “Usually, it’s… uh… not so… um… obvious.”
“What is he talking about?” I whisper. My entire body flushes red with humiliation as Rhys lifts me off of him and I feel his cum spurt out.
He places me on the desk since there is only one chair and then spreads my legs wide. I try to close them, but he stops me. “Rhys!”
“This is part of it, hen. I swear,” he says for my ears only. “Let’s just get this bit done and over with. All right?”
I just nod, afraid of what I’ll say if I speak now.
He swipes his fingers through my opening, scooping up some of his seed and holds his hand up for all in the room to see.
They cheer and then he wipes it across my belly in a slash, then each of my nipples, before he grabs me by the back of the head and pulls me forward to meet him in a punishing kiss.
When he pulls back, he returns to his seat.