Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 156907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
There was one thing many noted was not reserved about their new Queen Silence.
The smiles she shared with their king.
She was openly just as smitten with him as he was with her.
And indeed, she partook of wine and puffs of smoke and witnessing (though not participating in, but that was no matter, there were many who did not do as such) the activities of the celebrations, doing this entirely unashamedly.
Many who observed their king and queen in the District were not in any shape to think much on it at the time.
But as the next day dawned—and as tales were told, the days after and the weeks, those who did witness her there, or her riding to attend her friend, or her about the marketplaces with her guard, would come to the same conclusion.
Silence of Wodell, nay, Silence, Queen of Firenze would do for their King Mars.
Yes, she would do.
Very well, indeed.
King Mars
At the Entrance to Catrame Palace, Fire City
FIRENZE
“Quickly,” she urged as Mars pulled her from her steed.
It was not he who needed to be told that.
It was she, with her shorter legs who would have to rush to keep up.
Her skirts sailed out behind her, exposing her beautiful legs, as he practically dragged her up the palace steps.
It would be in the entryway that he tugged on her hand so hard, she cried out and flew through the air, only for him to catch her in his arms, turn right, and stride swiftly down the hall toward his study.
He locked the door behind them.
He did not kiss her.
He did not embrace her.
He positioned her bent over his desk, shoved her skirts up about her waist, and allowed himself a moment to enjoy the pale flesh of her arse as he released his cock.
He then buried himself in his wife’s drenched cunt.
She moaned and arched into her forearms before him, straining into his thrusts.
One could say, the activities in full bore in Heden was not overwhelming to his Silence.
Though, unable to participate in them with her at that location, it was obviously overwhelming to him.
Having to wait, however, was perfection.
He watched her take him, felt her take him, listened to her take him, and knew it would go fast for her.
He was correct.
“Mars,” she breathed and then bucked against him.
He pulled out, turned her to her back, she lifted her eyes dazedly, raising her legs and pressing them to his sides as he drove back in bent over her, now watching her face in climax.
That was, until he planted himself deep and experienced his own.
He had his forehead resting against his desk, his breath stirring her hair, and his cock still buried in his wife when the orgasm released him, only then hearing the familiar whisper of the muted explosions of fire all about them disappearing.
He also had her arms tight about him.
She turned her head his way.
“Can we watch again?”
He lifted his head. “Yes.”
“It is proved. I am brazen,” she mumbled.
He smiled.
Largely.
“Yes,” he repeated.
She took in his smile and giggled.
When she was done, she decreed, “I think I like Miet.”
He pulsed into her, enjoyed watching her lips part at the feel of him and remarked, “I noticed.”
She wrapped her legs around his hips but shifted one hand to his throat.
“This is our lesson,” she whispered.
“What?” he whispered in return.
“That it will always be too much. There will always be something to do. A decision to be made. A responsibility to fulfill. An obligation to be borne. So, when we have the time, be it moments or more, we must enjoy our lives together. Yes?”
“Yes, amore,” he agreed.
His Silence’s beautiful face gentled before it grew impish.
“I liked watching the men,” she shared.
He had not missed this.
“I liked watching the women,” he retorted.
Her expression turned pensive when she said, “I do not understand this.”
He grinned at her. “And I do not understand your preference.”
“We will enjoy variety when we watch,” she decided.
When he agreed with that, he did it with a kiss.
Much later, Mars had closed the windows to shut away any noises that might come from the city.
Though he had ordered his servants to clear out the garden some time ago.
Thus, for Mars and his queen, there was dark and quiet in their chamber.
Or for his Silence, there was naught but dreams, as she was asleep.
And for Mars, the same thing, even if his were in the awake.
For he lay with his wife tucked into the curve of him, his hand open, the cool of the hoop with it’s perfect, brilliant Firenz ruby affixed to her navel resting against his palm.
And he settled into the knowledge that this day, her piercing, that very moment would be one he would call up again and again in the time to come.
For Silence had told him that the tremor of the earth they had experienced some time past had not been of the Beast, not something to fear, but a moment of goodness and joy, even if she could not say what that goodness was. She did feel, quite strongly, that she was learning to read these omens correctly, as the couples fell deeper into the prophecy.