by V Vee
Valerie smiled graciously at Lord Jeffrey and touched his arm, “You told miora thrumsee that I, his wife, was a beauty, and I must thank you for the compliment, Lord Jeffrey.” She patted his forearm, before with a nod, she headed up the steps with Algerone, leaving Lady Taylor to stand with her father.
“Yes, our drothar and new princess is quite cragor,” King Callum stated with a wide grin on his face as he took Valerie’s hand and tucked it within his elbow.
“Thank you, Kothrar,” Valerie replied.
King Callum simply patted her hand. “And how is my youngest, unborn grandchild?” he asked her as they turned to enter the palace.
Valerie let out a laugh of delight. “Well, she—”
“He,” Algerone interrupted and Queen Araminta laughed from where they walked behind Callum and Valerie.
Valerie shook her head. “We have enough boys, I want another girl, so this one is a girl to even the playing field until the doctors or the child themselves tells me differently.”
She smiled up at her father-in-law when he tilted back his head and let out a roar of laughter, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. King Callum was quite attractive, still fit for his age, his hair was salt and pepper, his eyes the same shade of blue of Algerone’s, his skin barely bore any wrinkles. Valerie could easily see how her husband would look when he got older and the words: “silver fox’ definitely came to mind.
“So as I was saying before I was interrupted,” Valerie said with a roll of her eyes. “She has been taking it easy on me the last few days. Ever since the doctor prescribed those pills for me to take for the nausea, and suggested the adjusted diet, I haven’t been having such horrible nausea, or feeling so faint.”
“Ugh, must we talk about such delicate matters in mixed company?” Taylor spoke up with a grimace on her face.
Valerie turned to stare impassively at the other woman. She thanked her father-in-law as he helped her into her seat. Straightening the skirt of her dress, Valerie placed one hand on her belly and rubbed it unconsciously. When Algerone brought over a cup of tea, poured by his mother, made just the way she liked it: splash of cream, and lots of sugar, Valerie had finally determined what she wanted to say in response to Taylor’s words of disgust.
“My husband and I have spent thirteen years in a secret marriage. Our children, while not born out of wedlock, were made to feel as though they were neglected, or bastards because they couldn’t tell their friends or their teachers, or even their bullies, who their father was. The only ones who knew was my family, and our mutual friends, and the guards who had been hired by Algerone to watch over us.” Valerie shook her head sadly. “This wasn’t because my husband, your prince, or the Crown Prince of Malvidence, was ashamed of us. I get that now,” Valerie looked up at Algerone and offered him a smile which he returned, guilt still lurking within his gaze. She rubbed his knee where he sat on the armrest of her chair in comfort. “It was because he was afraid that people here, his parents, his brothers, the people of Malvidence wouldn’t see our love and our commitment to each other and our children and think that was enough. That they would somehow think that I, that our children, were unacceptable because we are American, because we are black.
So because of that fear, that trepidation, my children spent years without knowing their uncles or their grandparents. The King and Queen weren’t able to share in the four other pregnancies, and even Algerone missed the bulk of each of them. But now, the truth is out. People know who I am, who my children are. We have been not only accepted by the royal family, but embraced and because of that, I will treat them as family, as they have treated me. Which means allowing them to share in the day-to-day journey of being pregnant with their grandchild.” She smiled at Taylor whose face was red with what Valerie could only assume was embarrassment, or maybe anger. “Once you have the opportunity to be married to the love of your life and you are carrying their child within you, or you’re just able to share their space, their presence, you’ll find that you want to share every aspect of your lives with everyone you meet.”
She sat back and lifted her teacup to her lips to take a delicate sip.
“Well said, my dear,” Queen Araminta stated, pride and admiration shining in her eyes.
“Thank you, Mexoria Źeylήia,” Valerie replied.
Taylor stood abruptly, then curtsied to the King and Queen. “Thank you very much for your hospitality, Mexoria Źeylήias. Now that I have had the opportunity to congratulate Prince Algerone and the new Princess on their marriage and ensured that there are no hard feelings on either side, I do believe it is time for miora kothrar and I to depart.”
Jeffrey stood, clearing his throat and tearing his hateful gaze away from Valerie. He bowed and nodded to the King and Queen. “Iak. We must be off. Mexoria Źeylήias, we wish you both a very happy life, for as long as fate allows you to be together.”
With those ominous words, Lord Jeffrey and Lady Taylor Weshian departed the palace. Valerie looked at her in-laws and her husband with what she hoped was an innocent expression. “Was it something I said?”
From the laughter that spilled forth from the three royals, she wasn’t successful.
Taylor Weshian waited until their car had driven sufficiently away from the palace before she released a scream of anger. She stomped her feet on the floor of the town car, her fists pounding the leather seat. She was very aware of her father sitting next to her, impassive and implacable which only served to make her angrier. How could he not be as angry as she was? While he’d come up with a feasible plan to have Taylor marry Augustus in order for them to still gain the throne, Taylor was having a hard time letting go of Algerone. He had been the prince she’d been promised. The one she’d set her sights on. Had dreamed about, fantasized over, obsessed about. He was the one she wanted, and now he was with some black bitch from America?
Taylor was furious and she wanted revenge. She wanted someone to suffer.
“Do not worry your pretty head, my daughter, and allow yourself to give into such provincial displays of emotion. That is something the Americans do. We are above them. We are above the Malvidencians. It is why we will take their throne, their crowns, and their kingdom from them, because we will be rational, surgical, and precise. You will have your prince, you will marry him, and then his family will die, leaving the throne and power of the kingdom to you.” Jeffrey smiled wickedly. “And then we shall take Sovrex, and you will have everything that belongs to you and should have been yours from birth.”
Taylor turned to her father feeling rage light her up from the inside. “She. Insulted. Me. Father!” she pointed out. ‘in front of the King and Queen. In front of Algerone. That ugly, fat, black, bitch of an American, made me look like a fool and she was smug about it! As if she deserves to be where she is. As if she deserves the title of Princess. I want her to pay. I want her to suffer.” She inhaled deeply and spoke her wish into the air. “I want her blood.”
Jeffrey nodded and smiled grimly at his daughter, the only one of his offspring calculating, manipulative, violent, and as bloodthirsty as he was. The only one fit to be a royal. He could feel the pride swelling in his chest. It felt glorious, especially considering the source of his daughter’s anger. The American harlot would pay.
“And her blood you shall have,” he promised her.
Valerie walked out of what had to be the biggest bathroom she’d ever seen and headed to the bedroom where her husband waited for her. The silk of her black nightgown caressed her skin as she moved, causing her nipples to harden, and her slit to drip juices down her thighs. After finishing tea with her in-laws, she and Algerone had spent the day with their children, who were outside with their uncles, learning how to ride horses. It had been a relaxing day for everyone, meals shared with the family in an intimate setting, and then culminating in Valerie and Algerone reading bed time stories to Dahni and the twins, while AJ and Beaumont enjoyed stories told to them by their uncles. Valerie had been a little uncertain at fir
st when she’d heard Andreas begin to talk about his time in the service, but he’d promised to keep it PG, or at least PG-13, and she’d acquiesced.
And now, it was time for just her and Algerone. Their first time alone in the palace. Their first time as the Crown Prince and his official Princess. His consort. His wife. The love of his life.
For some reason she couldn’t understand, Valerie was nervous. When she stepped through the doorway from the sitting room into the sleeping area, all her anxiety and trepidation faded away, to be replaced by pure, unadulterated lust.
Algerone stood in front of one of the windows, the moonlight on his skin, causing him to glow. A pair of black sleep pants hanging low on his hips. He had one arm braced against the wall next to window, his back to her as he spoke.
“Do you know how many years I would stand here and wish and pray you could be here with me? How often I was tempted to abdicate the throne just so I could be with you and the kids?” he asked her softly.
Valerie shivered as his deep voice washed over her skin like honey. “No, I don’t,” she replied just as softly.
Algerone turned to her. His blue eyes swept her from head to toe, darkening with passion and lust. “Every. Single. Day. From the day we were married until now, I have longed for you. Maybe even before then. I think my soul has been calling out to yours since I was born.” He walked towards her slowly, his body moving gracefully like a panther stalking its next meal. “I would lay in this bed at night and dream of the perfect woman. Someone beautiful, intelligent, sexy, talented, strong, faithful, loving, with a sense of humor. Someone who would light a fire beneath me, but also heat my blood.” He caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I have been wishing for you since I knew what a wish was, and I can’t believe I almost lost you because of my own stupidity and cowardice.”
Valerie reached up to cup her husband’s face in her hands and pulled his head down to press their foreheads together. “But you didn’t. You fought for us, and never gave up, and now I’m here. You don’t have to dream anymore. I’m real.”
Algerone inhaled sharply, and gripped the back of her head, smashing their lips together in a plundering kiss. Valerie moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. Valerie could feel the restraint Algerone was barely holding on to, in his tense body. Wanting him to lose control, she lowered a hand, caressing his chest, pinching one of his nipples, before sliding it the rest of the way to his groin. She took his erection in hand through his sleep pants and stroked him firmly, but slowly, from base to tip.
She delighted in the shudder that rippled through his body, and bit his lower lip as she licked, kissed, and sucked her way over his chin, down his neck and to his pecs. The salty, musky taste of her man, a sensual scent rising from his skin and filling her nostrils, turned her on even more, and Valerie felt her core heat even more. She was determined to help Algerone move past his guilt, and the past, and realize that they could move forward into their future together.
Taking control of the situation, Valerie licked around Algerone’s nipple, sucking the hardened nub into her mouth.
“Fuck,” Algerone hissed as Valerie tugged the hardened pink tip with her teeth.
Her entire being was focused on him, his passion and desire fueling her own. She felt every slide of her fingers on his skin as if she were caressing her own body. She whimpered as he tugged her head up from his pecs and plundered her mouth with his tongue. Algerone’s tongue invading her mouth sent a zing of pleasure through her blood, causing her breasts to grow heavier, and her pussy to clench. She slid a hand behind the elastic waistband of his sleep pants and down his corded abdomen to grip his thickened shaft. The warm spurt of pre-cum that flowed down over her fingers made Valerie’s mouth water.
Algerone’s hands cupped her ass, squeezing the thick globes as Valerie continued to stroke his cock. Valerie pulled her mouth away from their kiss and licked her lips. “I need to taste you,” she told him. She watched as his blue eyes grew almost dark with desire.
“My body is yours, do what you want,” Algerone told her in a rough voice tempered by passion.
Valerie smiled up at him, before running one of her hands down his broad and powerful chest. Algerone’s muscles tensed beneath her touch and Valerie bit her lower lip at the feeling of all that leashed power just waiting to be set free. To know that she was the one who caused Algerone to lose control, to growl, groan, moan, and whimper with lust, gave her a heady feeling. Valerie leaned forward and licked the groove between his thick pecs, biting the tanned flesh gently.
Algerone groaned in obvious pleasure, sending an answering wave of passion to race through Valerie. She spread both hands over his abdomen, then his waist, pushing down his pyjama bottoms. She sank to her knees and lifted Algerone’s feet, one after another, from the fabric and tossed it over her shoulder. Looking up at the bobbing erection before her, Valerie licked her lips.
“You’re looking at my cock like you’re hungry, baby,” Algerone said, his voice husky.
Valerie nodded. “I am,” she responded without shame. Leaning forward, she licked at the head of his dick, capturing the drop of pre-cum leaking from the slit. She closed her eyes and moaned. “You taste delicious, baby.”
“You think so?” he asked her.
Valerie nodded as she licked his shaft in long passes from his balls to his slit, one hand holding onto the base of his cock, stroking and twisting the thick column which felt like velvet covered steel. She lowered her other hand to her center, pressing her fingers against her swollen clit, sending a zing to tremble through her mound.
“I think you taste better,” Algerone responded, then barked out a curse as Valerie opened her mouth to take his penis as far as she could, the head entering her throat. She licked and flicked her tongue around Algerone’s erection as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking and bobbing on his shaft.
She was so turned on, she could feel her juices dripping a puddle of her juices beneath her. She hummed as she pulled back on Algerone’s stiff rod and a spurt of his seed washed over her tongue. She pushed two fingers deep in her softness, her moisture making a wet, slurping sound. She dragged her tongue along the vein of Algerone’s silky steelness to the flesh just beneath the head of his cock. She nipped gently, before soothing the sting with her tongue.
“Quiyn!” Algerone cursed in Malvidencian. Valerie grinned around his steel shoft, before she slurped his thickness back into her mouth, saliva dripping from her lips, and wetting the silk of her nightgown, and the skin of her chest.
Algerone gripped her thick hair in one huge hand and began to thrust in and out of her mouth. The head penetrating her throat, causing her to gag only slightly, the sound seeming to turn Algerone on even more. “Miora ruga. Lufs t’vania pree gha’fen troppsky yui morlee zine.” He chanted and whispered to her as his hips moved faster.
Just as Valerie prepared herself to accept Algerone’s seed in her mouth, anxious to taste him again, he jerked her head away and reached down to lift her into his arms. Valerie’s head spun as she found herself carried over to the large bed. She was placed in the middle, and before she could reach for Algerone, the sound of fabric ripping rang throughout the room. Valerie blinked and looked down. Algerone had torn her nightgown down the middle!
She lifted wide eyes up to her husband, who smirked at her. “You’re my princess, you can and will have many more nightgowns at your disposal. Though I may tear through them all if they are as intoxicating as that one,” he promised her.
Valerie giggled as Algerone gripped her ankles and tugged her down the bed, spreading her legs and placing her feet far apart on the bedspread. She trembled as Algerone’s fingertips left a trail of fire in their wake as he moved his hands up from her ankles to her thighs. He squeezed the flesh there, lowering his head to lick and nip at her knees, then up to her thighs. Valerie tilted her head back in ecstasy, a cry escaping her mouth. She gripped the sheets on either side of her, as Algerone’s tongue swiped through her wet folds
.
She smiled when Algerone growled, smacking his lips. “So fucking delicious,” he rasped.
“Algie,” she moaned.
“I know baby, I know,” he responded, then dropped his hands to her sex, and spread open the lips of her pussy. He leaned down and sucked her clit in his mouth. Releasing it after a moment, to skim his nose along her hot and wet folds. Valerie tilted her hips, trying to get him closer, to make him do something.
“Do you want something?” Algerone murmured as he teased her entrance with his tongue.
“Taste me,” Valerie panted. “Eat my pussy.”
Algerone’s eyes slid up to collide with her own. He gave her a wolfish grin. “I love to hear you talk dirty.” Before Valerie could respond, he applied sucking kisses up and down her slick vagina. He wrapped his hands around her waist, and after slurping up her juices, his tongue dragging up and down the length of her sex, he shoved his tongue deep inside her core.
Waves and waves of pleasure poured over Valerie’s body, causing her to cry out his name. Algerone’s hands on her hips tugged her up and down until she was fucking herself on his tongue. She clenched her sex as she was swamped with fiery desire, her juices gushing out of her to slide down between the round globes of her ass. She panted, cried, and whimpered. She wasn’t sure if she wanted more or if she wanted him to stop and plunge his cock inside her. Her mind was mush.
As she babbled incoherently, asking for “more” and pleading with him for a reprieve as one then a second, then a third orgasm crashed over her, Algerone feasted on her wet flesh, his thumb rubbing her swollen clit, as he shoved two fingers dep within her velvety wetness. He pumped them in and out of her body as she went wild beneath his mouth and hands, until she screamed his name after her third orgasm, her essence squirting from deep within her and into his mouth.