17

It must have been a couple hours only, because Mother Margarine comes inside to wake me up, and when I look outside the window, night has fallen but the day hasn't really ended.

"Luna, you must get up dear. Your husband requests that you join him for dinner."

I nod and reach for a shawl to cover myself and slip on kitten heels to make myself look a little better. I pat down my face with a little water and comb a few strands of hair to keep them in place, and I apply a little moisturizing gloss to dampen my dry lips.

Mother Margarine walks me to a room that is near Jace's, and she nods for me to enter without her. Jace looks up from a paper that he is reading and bites his plump lip for a split second, his eyes still.

"Good Evening." I bow quickly and sit down.

In front of me is a huge roast chicken with potatoes and carrots surrounding it, with mashed sweet potato as a side and tender beef slices with asparagus and hot bun rolls. Delicious.

"Why exactly are you in bed attire?" He says to break the awkward silence.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"You were sleeping?"

"Clearly."

"Luna," he sighs and faces himself to me. "Can you atleast have a little energy for the honeymoon? My subordinates, even Mother Margarine, are all watching. All eyes on us."

"Of course, for your kingdom I will grant you a hint of affection, so that your title is not revoked and neither is mine," I reply, focusing my eyes on the heaps of food in front of me. "May I?"

Jace squints yet says nothing. I shrug and fill up my plate with all the warm foods and eat to my heart's content, and the silence persists. In fact, he stays very still, not reaching for food. Oh. But he is not mortal of course, meaning this was all for me. No - for the kingdom.

"Don't you have your own dinner like a bottle of blood or something?" I say to his awkward self.

"I have already had my fill before this, so eat all you can."

After I finish, I slowly stand up to leave.

"Woah woah wait Princess, where are you going?" Jace sneers.

"I'm done so..."

"Then let's get to the honeymoon chambers, you just need to walk a bit down from here. Mother Margarine is already waiting."

"How do you know that?"

"I can sense her blood dummy."

"Oh." I reply and my breath catches. Does that mean he sensed me earlier outside his door? Of course he should off, apparently my scent was once the main attraction to him. Once.

"Well, let's go." Jace reaches his hand forward to grasp mine and I accept, only because that is what Mother Margarine and anyone in our way would want to see; what they expect to see.

And that was true. We walk hand in hand down the hall and pairs of new eyes follow us at every step, some glimmering with glee and others waiting to see us break character.

We stay this way until we reach a red door latched with a gold lock, and Mother Margarine awaits beside it with the key in her hand. I blush at the fact that she is unlocking a room with mind that I will be fucking the shit out of Jace, and even though that is not my case, it is funny that in her head she sees me differently, as do all the citizens that have chosen to watch us go inside.

We enter and hear her lock the door almost instantly.

"What the fuck?" I say and Jace chuckles.

"Protocol, we have to spend the whole night here. They're just making sure of it."

"Seems more like a dungeon at this point." I reply, walking towards the red ruffle sheet covers of the king size bed smack down in the center of the room. Lit candles fill the sides of the rooms, with a sweet flowery scent flowing in the air, and a ceramic bathtub with bubbles had already been made. It really did set the mood.

I take off my shawl and sit on the bed, stretching my whole body out. I wasn't feeling super tired just yet, but the bed was too soft to resist laying in it. I face the bubbles and smile, thinking of how fun it would be to soak into it.

"You can go in if you want Princess."

"I am no longer Princess," I say, rolling my eyes but walking towards the tub. "Turn around?"

When he faces away, I strip off my lace gown and throw it to the side, and slip my legs into the warm goodness. My breasts bounce in the bubbles and I giggle, feeling happy to be naked and free. The warm water makes my clit tingle , and I cannot resist the slow horniness creeping in - sometimes warm baths have that effect.

Jace walks towards the tub and kneels beside it, touching the bubbles.

"How pretty soap can become." Jace says quietly and I nod, swishing the bubbles around myself as well.

Jace gets up and goes to a corner table, where a bottle of blueberry juice has been placed. He motions at a glass and I nod, closing my eyes to wait.

"Open wide".

Puzzled, I open my eyes and see him holding the bottle above my head, the liquid pouring all over my face. I gargle in the juice and choke, spitting it out everywhere.

"Jace what the fuck!"

"Shouldn't you be used to that?" He sneers. I glare at him and look down to see all the bubbles covering my body gone. My nipples harden at the fact that I am laid out in the open, but I quickly close my arms around them. He grabs my throat and I gasp, and as I do, he pours some more juice into my mouth.

"Swallow this time Princess."

I gulp, his eyes piercing through mine the entire time, not breaking contact. Of course his handsome fucking face has me all flustered, my pussy so wet its practically begging for him. My legs open a little and my clit throbs even more in the open. He then slides his fingers over my lip and licks the residue, and then slides his fingers into my mouth. I pull back but he grabs me, pulling his fingers back out and licking them himself.

"Jace," I whisper. "What are you doing..."

I don't catch my legs opening while he sucks his own fingers after putting it in my mouth, because he notices my bare pussy in the water. With his wet fingers, he comes closer to the edge of the tub and grabs my throat again, slipping his other fingers into my open pussy.

I moan instantly at the familiar thickness of his sexy fingers and I relish in it, my legs hanging out the tub as he finger fucks me deeper. The water gushes in and out of my pussy and I moan louder at the way it feels, like cum gushing in and out of me.

Jace hauls me out of the water and continues to finger me while putting me onto the dresser table next to the tub. I moan endlessly and squirt all over his body and he groans.

"Your pussy is swollen, let me fix that."

He grabs his cup with ice in it and starts to slide the cold cube over my clit.

"Fuck," I moan, throwing my head back. "Don't stop."

"It's not over yet" He whispers back. He molds the ice into a long shape and circles my opening before sliding it in. I squirt instantly and he pounds the ice into my pussy, sliding it with my creamy cum and squirt.

"Good girl."

Jace strips off his shirt and pants and boxers, his naked body so perfect, so hard. He carries me into his arms and slides his dick into my creamy pussy, fucking me while my legs are wrapped around his waist. My breasts bounce as he goes faster and he sucks a nipple while pounding me, making me squirt again all over the floor.

"Lick your squirt for me Princess."

I nod and step down, my ass up under his dick while I lick my own squirt off the floor just to please him. He grabs me from behind and slides his dick in again, pounding me harder until I squirt again.

"My little fountain," he moans, kissing my ass cheeks and releasing his cum over them. I pant at the finishing and lay on the ground, my whole body aching. He wraps me in his arms and puts me onto the bed, wiping me with the spare unused sheets.

"Jace.." I gulp, fresh hot tears finding its way out. I am guilty of doing the exact opposite of what I said I would do, but why did he start this first? It hurts, but it does not?