Ophelia eyes bulged, crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure as he pound her hard. God he was so big yet it felt so good to be so helpless on his cock.
Axel wished he didn't have to return to court. He would much rather stay and fuck Lia's incredible pussy the rest of his days. Duty called, though, and he'd already been away too long...
He fucked like a madman, wanting to cum as many times before next sunrise as possible...
Ophelia cried out his name all night long as he filled all her holes. She woke up to an empty bed with a love memo. She knew that she need to appear to see the king with her family in a few weeks.
When the king arrive there was an emergency meeting. The council and him met as the topic of avoiding a war arise. The council handed pictures of princesses to marry of the avoid the war. He knew, Ophelia would not be part of the list and he had to pick a queen amount young princesses.
Axel hated to leave Ophelia, especially just as the sun broke the horizon, before she woke. He wrote her a note, apologizing for not waiting for her, but matters of state needed to be taken care of.
Those matters centered primarily on an arranged marriage. Axel was presented with a handful of potraits of eligible young women whose marriage to him would mollify the opposing side to the current war. There was no turning this down he had no choice. A mate had to be chosen, and if Axel didn't make the choice, one would be made for him.
The women in the pictures were pretty enough, but they weren't Ophelia. Two looked far too young, one, too old, and the other, just... no..
When he asked about the youngish looking women he was assured all of them were old enough for marriage and for child bearing. When he continued his inquiry, he was assured that no, they were not first blood girls, for he had no desire to be wed to a child. "I'd rather marry a woman who knows her cunt is used for more than pissing," was his less-than-genteel reply...
The council were freaking out at his reply. Till one man pulled out a picture that outrage the staff. She was pretty, around the age of Ophelia but a bit younger but not to young. One of the men curse:" we agreed not to show..."* the one handing the picture glare:" she is the age that please the king, virgin..."* the other man curse:" the king can't have her, she marry in 3 days..."
Axel saw one of the councilors pull out one more portrait. A heated argument ensued that he was unable to hear, but after several minutes of discussion and gesticulations, the portrait was brought before him.
This one had promise. She looked to be roughly Ophelia's age, and while he didn't find her as attractive as the woman he'd just spent several days in the country fucking, she wasn't hard to look at.
The man eagerly answered;" she is good woman...her name is Lenore Blackthorn...she is a good woman...pure, Christian, 18....she is raised to be raised to be a good wife...her mother married same age...had 11 boys and 1 woman...she is guaranteed you sons"
At the moment, Axel couldn't give less of a damn about children. That was the concern of others. If he couldn't have Ophelia as his official mate, perhaps this one would do.
For some reason, Axel wasn't surprised at the response he was given. He nodded, wondering if this woman truly was what they made her to be. If she was as devout as some were, she'd be insufferable. However, he'd demanded to see her, so he'd see her.
Wrapping up the day's business, Axel retired to his room.. to meet this Lenore.
Lenore's portraitist had taken some liberties regarding her beauty, but she was still quite fair. Axel mused that her beauty would be enhanced once her clothing was off...
"You are Lenore?" he asked, closing the door behind him.
Lenore curties:" yes your majesty" * She suddenly spun around as she got on her knees. She did not want to marry the king. She was in love with the man that her family chose:" please forgive me your majesty...I beg you to refuse me as a suitable wife for you! I love another man...the one that I am engage to...please have mercy on me!"
"Get up. I don't want to marry you, either. However, I can't marry the one I want. We're both in a fix. The other choices I've been presented with are inadequate. You're the only one I've been shown who appeals to me in any way."
Lenore slowly stood up, at first she was pleased that he did not want to marry her. She paled at his statement, lost for words. She could not lash out to the king....
Lenore knew they expect her move in next month in the king's castle.Then she would simply need run away with the man she loved and leave her title. She curties:" then, I shall see you next month, your majesty..." * she turn and began walk to the door acting natural. She knew as long as she could leave tonight, she be free...the king would need select another princess.
"Stop," Axel ordered to Lenore's retreating back. "I don't want to marry you, but the other choices I've been given are either children or spinsters. It appears we're both stuck."
Lenore stopped as she was about to reach the door. She did not look back:" then we shall meet next month for the wedding ceremony...your majesty.."* she began to head for the door before he force her to stay*
"Wait," Axel said as Lenore tried to escape once more. "Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Do you have somewhere else you should be right now? We don't have to like this situation, but certain expectations are going to accompany it, so we might as well get to know one another better.
Lenore slowly turn with a nervous smiles,trying think of an excuse: " I....I.. I...have some...classes to attend, your majesty..." * awaking his suspicions that she might had another man in mind
She hesitated:" your majesty ... perhaps best we meet another location on a better day...after all people will assume the worse...as I am in your bedroom at such an hour...a woman can not afford solid my reputation "
"A person would think you have somewhere else to be. Trust me, people already know you're here. While you're not my first choice, you're the choice I've made from the 'accepted' partners I've been offered. We don't have to love one another, but there are acts we're expected to do together..."
Lenore didn't want to be second choice to anyone. She was wondering how to explain this to the man she loves.
She pulled away from him, shook her head:" I can't,I'm sorry...I love the man that I am engaged too. His the only man, I have in my heart, his the only one I can marry..."
"I understand what you are saying. Honestly, I do, for I feel the same way. However, such choices have been stolen from us both. I may be the king, but that doesn't make me any less trapped than you are. I'm sorry. Really, I am. This must happen, whether either of us truly want it to or not. If the wrong people heard your protests, your man would suddenly find himself in the thick of the bloodiest fighting in this war. This is the only way, I'm afraid."
Lenore paled as it dawn on her that he expected her to consume their marriage as their spoke to avoid a war.
She back up to the door:" I...I...I mean....while ..I mean
..your majesty, we are not married ..."* Unaware that they were already married in document"
"I will admit, the church hasn't had their say, but the papers I've seen make it as official as it could ever be. I do apologize. As I said, you have as much choice as I do in this. Where affairs of state are involved, I'm afraid the heart has no power. There's nowhere you can go. I would suspect someone is telling your former fiance the news as we speak. I take no joy in any of this. As I've said: my heart is tied to another as well. However, since this is how it is to be, Please, let us make the most of it."
He held his hand out. "Please, come. For the sake of both our familys' lands. If you don't come willingly, I'm afraid I'll be compelled to force you, and I'd rather not have that be our first time together.
"If it helps, I have a salve that will make it much more pleasurable. I had hoped not to have to use it so soon, but it will make you forget all but pleasure."
Lenore looked at the door and back at the king. The color drained from her face as he mention someone telling her fiance. She back away from the king slowly :" I don't want the salve..."* She slowly back away from the king towards the door:" I must speak to him first, I'm sorry"* she turn to leave the room to talk to her fiance*
While in this room with his new wife, the king had already selected a new husband for Ophelia. A small title to be allowed to come to the balls at his kingdom and one that was of moral and would give her a nice simple life.
(how about he only use salves to make her permanent virgin in her holes after he cums, his cock swell in length and thickness, make Lenore fertile. He kept the witch in a tower on his property to only serve him)