The Royal Consort! (Jack Stalker and Nymphaea)

As soon as Christopher Hemmingway saw Keira Knight he knew that she was going to have to be his. He was rich, powerful, influential, yet saddled with a token wife who wanted nothing to do with him. She was truly a hag, someone who he only pretended to be with, simply because of an arrangement made with others. He knew that she was only interested in women and that would not do for a royal even one far from the throne. It was an annoying responsibility, to provide the illusion that she was straight, but as long as he lived up to it he retained his wealth, grew more powerful each day, and got a little closer to the time when he would be able to dispense with the loveless whore altogether. That meant slaking his thirst for tight young cunt and hot ass elsewhere, such as at the casino he now was staying at in Monaco. The moment he noticed Keira Knight his cock grew hard and would not quit. How could such perfection allowed to wander around unmolested? He would teach her the value of her cunt and her looks with a proper fucking, followed by a place as his main mistress back in his home country. Until then he would keep her as his premium fuck toy, providing her with everything a girl could possibly want. After all, he had learned long ago that men wanted women and women wanted money, therefore he should have no problem convincing her that their craven and depraved coupling was nothing more than fate. It was a certainty that needed to be played out. Her own life meant nothing to him, her new life with him would leave her drooling for more, more money, more wealth, more cock, and he would give it all to her. Principles, ethics and the law were all secondary concerns, if concerns at all.

He had sent an aide to invite her up to his penthouse suite, in the meantime he loosened his tie, slipped off his suit jacket and prepared a couple of glasses for the champagne he had on ice. He opened the doors to the balcony, briefly glancing across the rooftop pool, barbecue area and Jacuzzi, before heading back inside. It was inevitable that she would end up yielding her flesh to his depravity and lust, inevitable that she would bend to his will and give in to his wishes, especially as she surely must have known what was going to happen to her. After all, being invited to his suite, what other reason could there be He wondered what would be running through her head, what thoughts about his intentions she might be considering. Why her when he could have any woman he wanted? The answer lay right there. She would know that he could have any woman that he wanted, the fact that she had been selected would only serve to fuel her ego, surely, and if she failed to realise the extent which he would exert his will and power over her? Well, that was something which would come later when he had fucked her into total submission and her inner whore had been sufficiently inflamed to let her know that his royal cock was the only thing that mattered in her life. Serving it and making sure that her tight young flesh was available whenever the urge to fuck her was upon him.

Thinking about her had him impossibly hard. Her small frame, flat chest, perfectly rounded ass and thighs, delicious hints if leg in her outfit. He was surprised that she seemed to be alone. It was her partners fault if she had been left unattended, and they would pay for their stupidity by never seeing her again. His thoughts strayed back to the present as he heard the knock at the door and crossed the spacious living area to answer it. Drawing back on the handle he raised his eye line from her heels all the way pu to her face, stepping back to usher her into the room as he gave her a twisted grin. "Finally." he said, offering her the glass of champagne in his hand which he had already poured. "So, Miss Knight. Keira isn't it? Do you know who I am?" it was silly really, of course she did, his aide would have informed her the moment she was instructed that her presence was required. "You are probably wondering why you are here. Why not take a guess?" he suggested, his gaze leaving no possibility of doubt that he craved her flesh and was unashamed in letting her see that lust written across his features. He expected that it was a look she was familiar with, one which she saw on the face of every man who ever looked at her. "Why is it that you think a man as powerful as myself requested your presence? Why do you think you came here to see me?" he asked in a teasing way as he moved to close the door behind her. His eyes were fixed on hers now, never wavering. Intense and fiery as he felt himself stiffen even further.

Keira walked, her movements almost silent save the soft sound of her delicate heels gracing the tile floors, their dark marbling pattern contrasting sharply against the soft pale white of her dress. It had been an exceptionally boring trip that had left her feeling caged and tethered, her entire body wishing desperately to find some sort of way to relieve the tension she had seemed to acquired over the years. Delicate fingers worried the ring that graced her hand, the symbolism behind the diamond promising a life with her fiancé, a man who barely seemed to register her existence despite his insistence that she travel with him on every business venture or social gathering that his lucrative job and name required of him. Often he used her as a form of decoration, a talking piece at dinners, his beautiful bride to be that he had graciously proposed to after a few years of dating. To say she loathed being his delicate trophy was an understatement. Keira would sit there for hours, listening to him boast and speak about her as if she wasn't there, as though she was merely a piece of property he had gathered and set upon a mantle, dusting occasionally and using as a centerpiece for conversation, nothing more. Keira wasn't disillusioned enough to believe in the trite concepts of love, though she had enough experience to at least expect some level of passion, a modicum of fire, and yet? Everything between them physically left her feeling dissatisfied and craving more. She found herself frustrated to the point of exhaustion, left wondering as to why she had ever even entertained the idea of accepting his marriage proposal, though the sharp disapproving glares of her parents quickly came to mind and she knew to leave him would be to risk disownment and shame being thrown at her from her family. Their marriage was more for a sake of family relations between titles, her father having struck a deal with his, and to ensure that the positive nature of their endeavors continued? The union of their eldest son and her had been arranged. Within a year's courtship the man her parents had forced her to be with had bought a ring and a date had been set; a date that Keira dreaded with every fiber of her being.

It was rare she escaped her fiancé’s grasp, and for a single blessed evening she had managed to do just that. It was an event that was catered around the presence of a visiting dignitary, a member of the royal family from a distant country. Her fiancé had been elected to go as a show of good will and for opportunities of networking which had blessedly kept his attentions for the better part of the night. It was how she had ended alone, wandering idly with a drink in hand. It was a beautiful casino, the gentle buzz of the crowd enough to entertain though she was disinclined to engage in any true conversation or seek any true connections. Keira remained aloof, ignoring the eyes that seemed to follow her, the years of idle flattering dripping off of the tongues of those intrigued by her looks having taught her to pay little heed to the attentions she gathered though tonight…tonight there was one gaze that had her breath catching in her throat when she had noticed. The man of the hour, Christopher Hemmingway, had been staring at her blatantly for several minutes. Of course he was still slightly engaged by those around him, occasionally answering what were undoubtedly boring questions if his lack of interest was anything to go off of, though the sharp stormy gaze that seemed to catch her up had her heart quickening in a way that it hadn’t done in the last year she had been sworn to her fiancé. In a moment her mind wandered, thoughts fantasizing about how it would feel to have all that intent focus on her when they were alone, to feel that powerful frame cornering her against a wall, those broad hands slipping over her body possessively in a way that only a man with that level of confidence and air of power would know how to do. With a huff of bitter laughter she returned to her wandering, knowing that she would be resigned to her fate with her passionless fiancé who seemed more content with using her as a show piece and keeping her in a gilded cage while he consorted with an array of whores and affairs and that such day dreams were fruitless and would only serve to further her frustrations.

An hour or so later Keira decided it would be best to head back to her room, entirely certain that her beloved fiancé had found the interests of another woman to slack some of his lust with. She was shocked when as she started for the elevator she was cut off by a man in dark clothing. Within minutes she found herself being escorted into an elevator, her heart pounding hard enough that she could feel it in her chest, her eyes lifted to watch as the numbers of the floors slowly ticked away above the doors, the soft cliché music of the elevator car playing in the silence as she stood quietly next to the man who had extended the invitation on behalf of his employer for her to visit the penthouse suite. When the elevator finally stopped, having reached the highest floor, the doors slid open and she glanced quietly back at the aide who merely nodded to the large double doors at the end of the hall, saying nothing more to her as she quietly stepped out. It was how she had ended up here, worrying her engagement ring quietly between her slender fingers as her slight form walked down the hall, the delicate fabric of her dress swirling around her legs, her loose brown hair framing her delicate features and softly swaying about her shoulders. When she finally reached the doors Keira paused, her eyes studying it curiously for a moment as she debated her decision to accept the offer. It had been a daring move, a bold move. Her fiancé’s indiscretions with other women were expected, accepted, the idea of his supposed beloved future wife conducting herself in such a way would not be so forgiven so easily, would not be viewed as permissible.

Her hand rose, knocking delicately on the door, listening quietly as steady and sure movements behind it approached before it was opened, the doorway was impossibly filled with the form of Christopher Hemmingway. To say she was shocked to see him standing there in the flesh would be a lie even though she had known from the aides instruction who it was that was requiring her presence. At his gentle ushering she stepped inside reaching out to close her fingers around the stem of the champagne flute he offered. She listened to him as he spoke, noting the dark eyes and lustful way his gaze swept over her, feeling her heart quicken again as she turned to take in the spacious living quarters he was occupying. “Of course I know who you are,” she responded lightly, for a moment a glimmer of the woman she used to be shining through as she glanced at him over her shoulder with an arched brow though it was short lived, and had been carefully reconcealed before turning to face him again. “And while I have some ideas as to why it is that you called me up here, I do feel though that it is my obligation to let you know that I am not…an available woman,” Keira said with a brief shake of her head as she set down the offered champagne on a nearby table, hating that it was true and how even though her deepest desires were crying out for her to shirk the duty and honor her family cloaked her with she was certain she couldn't. “I apologize if you were misled or misinformed about my status.”

"Oh, but it is you who are somewhat confused by the look of things, Keira..." Chris replied with a grin. The click of the door locking behind him punctuated his words and tone, as he moved closer to her as she willingly entered his penthouse suite. He gestured towards the balcony beyond the open glass doors, the Monaco skyline lit up like a Christmas tree as the warm evening slowly encroached on the room inside. "...Although perhaps not? After all, some of what you said is correct. You stating that you are no longer available is quite right. Your availability vanished as soon as you crossed the threshold into my world. After all, I can't have the girl selected to be my consort soiling herself with the touch of another mans fingers or anything else. There's little point in denying things, now is there Keira? You're here now and that only means one thing." he told her, raping her from head to toe with his eyes in a casual fashion, as though it was his god given right to do such things. "It means that you made your choice when you entered the elevator, when you knocked on the door, when you came inside instead of delivering an indignant speech and storming off. It means that somewhere inside your hot, tight, fit young body your inner whore can't wait to see what sort of a life a man like me has to offer you." he gave a confident, arrogant, smirk and walked up to her, towering over her and dominating her personal space as he looked into her eyes.

He could smell her perfume, almost taste it on his tongue. He could feel the heat from her body as he stripped off his tie and discarded it, tossing it over a chair as he slipped off his shoes and socks, then began to unfasten the buttons on his shirt. "It's a hot evening, I think we should take this conversation out to the pool or Jacuzzi, don't you?" he stated simply, undressing as he spoke he was down to his pants now. His body was clearly one which was kept in shape, perhaps by sports perhaps by other more depraved physical activities. It was sculpted and muscular, toned and trim with defined abs and shaped oblique’s vanishing down towards his pants. It was clear that he was hard in his pants and he showed no shame in his stance or in the way he looked her over, his eyes roving about her body in a critical glare, drinking in how hot she was, before finally returning to her face. His confident grin and aggressive tone took firm hold, as he waited to see what she would do.

"By the way." he added, "You may as well dispose of that. It's gaudy, tacky and nowhere near as valuable as it should be. I'll get you something far more expensive to wear." he nodded towards her ring. "Something which compliments your appearance more, perhaps earrings as well, a collar, an anklet? There's no real reason to simply stop with one indescribably expensive adornment." he explained, "There's no need to worry about your boyfriend, he will simply think you couldn't take any more of his drab presence inadequate gifts and poor manners. He'll assume you ran away to a better life and he'd be right about that. There won't be any repercussions, because in the world where I live money is power and I have way more of it than he does." he smirked. "I'm the out that you are looking for Keira. That's why you're here. Because deep down inside you are a filthy little slut who wants to see just how much her youth and sex can get her, just how far she can progress by having a man drool over her flesh and seek to defile it every way possible. If you actually wanted to be with the dumb son of a bitch, who allowed you to leave his sight and wander away into the arms of another man, then you would never have come in here would you?" he took hold of her wrist, fast deliberate move, gripping it tightly he slipped the ring from her finger and discarded it, tossing it aside in the room without a second thought as it slipped from her delicate digit.

Then, without waiting for her to finish responding, but listening to whatever she had to say, he lifted her up, hefting her over his shoulder as though she weighed nothing. A few strides and he was outside, taking in the hot night air as he walked over to the edge of the pool and dumped her into it. He figured that the sharp impact of the cool water against her flesh would snap her into focus, make her fully aware of what was happening. As he finished ditching her into the pool, he stripped down completely, his naked flesh exposed to the night as he stood at the pools edge, his erection a rampant thick rod jutting out in front of him. "Time to have some fun, Keira. I knew I was going to have you the moment I caught you looking at me downstairs, like a slut in heat who couldn't wait for me to tear off her panties and fuck her against the wall. Coming here was a mere formality. Now you can get out of the pool and out of those wet things, or I can come in and fuck you there. The only choice I am going to give you, the only choice I am going to allow you, is for you to decide where I fuck you first. Better hurry, I'm only human and your wet body is getting me even fucking harder." he growled with a touch of amusement.

Keira watched as he approached, the soft sound of the door latching as he locked it behind her echoing in her ears with it's finality. She listened intently to his words, the implication bold and daring as his eyes raked over her and left her feeling scoured by the intense heat of his gaze despite the almost nonchalance of his expression. The part within her that she had buried so deeply perhaps had not been concealed as she had thought as she listened to him point blank tell her exactly what she would have done had she truly not wanted to be here. It was the truth, and Keira knew it. Swallowing she watched as the man before walked over with a sure step as Chris closed the distance between them and dominated the space in which she stood. Keira didn't flinch, she refused to fall back a step despite the way a shiver raced up her spine as her eyes fell to the motions of his hands as he slowly stripped himself of his tie before he began to work at the fastenings of his shirt, slowly revealing inch upon inch of hard lines and firm muscle. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to simply drag her fingers over the sculpted form before her and let her nails drag over the skin of his broad shoulders, to feel his weight bearing down on her and caging her in against a solid surface.

As her eyes fell lower and followed the motions of his hands unbuttoning the sleek material of his shirt she noticed the way he had hardened, his posture doing nothing to hide himself or show any signs of shame about it. A flush rose to her cheeks as she finally tore her eyes away from the impressive way his erection clearly was defined through the dark material of his slacks. When Keira finally met his eyes again, she noted the way his gaze was roving over the slender form her figure made in the dress she wore before he too returned her gaze. She simply held his eyes,unmoving as she felt herself begin to melt slightly beneath the confident and sure way he conducted himself...so different from any other man she had ever been near. Chris had resumed speaking though, and Keira watched with a bit of shock, breath catching in her throat, as a broad hand reached out and caught her wrist in an unforgiving hold, his other working the engagement ring she wore from her finger before he cast it aside. Keira watched as her life as she knew it, her engagement to a man she despised, the stifling limitations her family placed upon her, the demands for her to uphold all of their expectations, was merely tossed away; the soft sound of the precious metal from her ring skittering across the marble floor as it clattered on impact, disappearing in the shadows of a corner.

I'm the out that you are looking for, Keira. That's why you're here.

Keira's hazel eyes slipped back up to Christopher's face as she simply stared, transfixed by the dark, fierce gaze that he had locked on her even as he smirked down at her. He was a man of power and driven by ambition, one who had the world caught firmly in his grasp and who could see a similar hunger for more within her...a hunger for ambition that she had been forced to mask and hide deep within herself as she was forced to play dutiful wife to be for a man who had little concept of how the world worked. Suddenly everything tilted as Christopher caught her up and lifted her over one of his strong shoulders as he carried her out to the balcony. There was a motion of force that caused her to gasp and soon everything was spiraling before she felt her body fall into the crystalline waters of the pool, slipping beneath the surface as she became submerged. It was enough to jolt her out of the state of shock she had found herself in and jump start her system into realizing exactly what was going on, what was about to happen. When she pushed off, her slender feet still caught in the straps of her delicate heels barely able to touch the bottom as she rose from the water she smoothed her hands through her chestnut hair, pushing it back from her face as her lips parted to suck in some much needed air. Her small, pert breasts rose and fell just within the water as she worked on catching the breath that the sudden cool water had stolen from her as Keira glanced back to the edge of the pool. He was a sight to behold, having fully disrobed as he stood there; a man to be contended with, every inch of him made up of hard muscle and sheer masculinity. The heated flesh of the thick erection he sported caused her teeth to sink into her bottom lip for a moment as her mind escaped her and she wondered how it would feel to have him fully seated within her, those broad hands closing over her soft skin as she writhed against him utterly caught in his grip. Swallowing she looked up at him through her dark lashes, the corners of her lips turning up as she listened to the options he gave her.

Kierra lifted an shoulder, raising it out of the water in a slight shrug as she took a step back from the edge he stood at, the fabric of her dress swirling about her legs and glimmering in the soft subtle lighting that illuminated the pool, the water causing her dress to curl around the curves of her hips. The barest hints of her own returning smile still tugging at the corner of her lips. "My family will come looking for me," she said quietly as a dark, delicate brow arched and she inclined her head, the only response she would give him. She wanted this, and he knew she did though she wanted to watch him come and take her, to lay claim over her flesh. Keira wanted to hear him brush off and push aside any of her problems from this life she had been trapped in for so long as he brought her into this new world he had been promising. Keira didn't want to merely step away from her past life, she wanted to be taken from it.

Chris was drunk, drunk on power, adrenalin lust and a wild arrogance as he watched Keira recover in the water he had tossed her into with such casual disregard and strength. Standing naked at the edge of the pool he wallowed in the feel of the warm night air as it bathed his flesh, savoured the feel of it and the sensations which were now running through his entire body and resonating along his cock to the quivering pre cum dripping tip. The thick rod hungered for her flesh and it was not going to allow itself to be denied for much longer. He looked down at her, a confident smirk on his dominating features as he stood there, his erection a pillar of steel hard flesh which commanded as much attention as the words which slid from between his lips as he leered at her soaking flesh as her dress stuck to every inch of it. The material near transparent now, exposing the curves of her hops and the bullet shaped nubs of her nipples as they poked out upon her tiny tits. Her slick hair was plastered to her shoulders, then slicked back behind her head by her fingers as she looked up at him. He could see the look in her eyes betraying her emotions, the way her teeth teased at her lip and the way she seemed to shrug and step back as he finished addressing her.

Time enough had been wasted. He slid down and into the pool, wading up to her, grasping her about the waist and easing her around, forcing her through the water until she was pinned against the edge, then sliding her further along it until she was wedged into one of the corners. With a twisted grin he stepped away from her, lifting her legs to splay them to one side of him as he reached beneath her billowing wet dress, to grasp at her panties and drag them down her legs. He tugged them free of her heels and tossed them onto the side of the pool with a wet slap as he gripped her ankles, pulling them apart as he stepped in between her legs and approached her. His strides towards her drenched form left a wake behind him as his torso and stomach cut through the water. His powerful hands cruelly reached forwards, making to take hold of her sodden dress. He began tugging and manhandling it, until he had forced it down enough to expose her perfect tiny little tits. Now they were no longer covered with the soaking garment, which had given only the illusion of coverage anyway.

"Your family?" he hissed. "If they find you then all they will see is you bucking and writhing on my cock, all they will hear is your moans of pleasure as you get some sense fucked into you." he growled with amusement. "You do not presume to believe that threats of a family finding you will keep a man like me, any man in fact, from ravaging your delicious tempting flesh to rags do you? Look how fucking hard you have made me, look how you have driven me to ignore everything, etiquette, honour, rules, ethics, principles! Nothing matters except your tight young body yielding to my fingers cock and tongue." he told her, standing up close to her his hands went beneath the surface, grasping at her dress to drag it away from her ass so that his nails could dig into her taut firm ass, clinging to the swell of it as he lifted her up and dragged her forwards to kiss his cock head with the lips of her cunt. He knew that the water would help to keep him in check as he dragged her down and watched his massive shaft spear open her cunt folds and vanish into her cunny. The tight narrow vaginal tract clinging to his shaft as it violated her with a single brutal thrust, the massive erection managing to pierce almost halfway into her cunt before he dragged her up[ and away, then back down until it was buried n her snatch to the balls. "God damn... you are so much better than my fucking wife." he grunted, leaning in to nip at her shoulder, biting into her flesh before moving to trail his lips along her collarbone until they were searing against her throat.

Her cunt was impossibly tight, but that did not stop him from driving into her, the water churning around him as he pinned her against the wall of the pool. His hands shifted, sliding up above the surface to take hold of her tits, shoving against them, burning them with the heat from his palms as his hips got into a steady rhythm, slamming her back and forth in the bubbling water as he began to drill back and forth like a piston. A primal and animalistic lust overtaking sense and reason as he fucked her hard and fast to begin with, indulging his feverish lust with little regard for her fragile flesh. Taking her like a beast, like a predator which had found food after days of fasting. His grunted phrases unintelligible for a dew moments as he hammered into her tiny young cunt, stretching and forcing it to conform to the huge rod which now defiled it. "Fuck so much tighter." he hissed. "You clearly haven't had a proper fucking yet, have you Keira... neither have I. If you could feel how fucking tight you, if you could know how much better you are than the whore I am married to... AhhhHh... god damn, If I knew you were going to feel like this, I would have fucked you downstairs when I first saw you, and to hell with the consequences." he grinned at her, easing off a little now, taking his time with each thrust. His eyes watched her face, as he drove in from tip to balls then back again. Full length strokes filled her cunt, then dragging his ridged helm and pulsing vein covered shaft back through her viciously tight cunny. Gasps and grunts dominated the air, echoing about the pool and the night air as he used his hips to displace the water and delivered thrust after thrust to her as he fucked her against the tiles. his movements caused water to lap over the edge, slap against her tits and wash over her flesh as he fucked away inside her, his eyes boring into her own as he violated and defiled her youthful body. "What do you think your family would say if they saw you like this Keira? Fucking in the pool like a common whore, drunk o her own wicked lust." he hissed.