The Crown’s Entrapment

The next day, Jayra was the first to wake up as she made her preparations. She and Bartos had to leave early, with the latter having to drop her off at the castle first before he would proceed to the arena for the commencement of the tournament.

Taking a bit of a stretch, she was about to get out of bed when Bartos’s arm firmly held her back, refusing to let her go.

“Husband? Are you awake?” Jayra whispered as she felt Bartos’s breath land on the crook of her neck.

“I am,” Bartos whispered out. “You took so long last night with Bella, leaving me out to dry like that… I should scold that brat…”

Jayra chuckled at her husband’s words. She indeed took so long talking with her sister-in-law last night that the moment she arrived inside their bedchamber, Bartos was already soundly asleep. She contemplated waking him for a bit of fun, but she quickly decided against it, what with them still having a few responsibilities to uphold the day after.

Still, that was last night. Perhaps today, they still had some time to kill.

Smiling, Jayra moved to lay back down, relishing her husband’s grip around her waist as she turned to look at him. Even now, that damn smirk of his was making her body act up in ways that she thoroughly enjoyed, her core already heating up in preparation as if she had already been trained to expect something from him the moment she saw him like this.

“You don’t have to, Husband,” Jayra chuckled, encircling her arm around him in an attempt to hug him back. “Bella just needed a few words of encouragement, is all. If anything I should be the one you should be scolding.”

“Are you sure about that?” Bartos scoffed, one of his eyebrows raised as a hint of amusement lingered in his eyes. “The type of scolding I’d give to you will be much more different than the one I’d give to Bella.”

“You know very well that I can take it,” Jayra cooed into his ears, her heart hammering in preparation for what’s to come. “And yes, I’m at fault for taking too long with talking to her.”

Giving out emphasis on her own faults, Jayra couldn’t help but bite her lips as she felt his desire for her get amplified the more she whispered into his ears. Likewise, she could tell that her own arousal was getting through their Bond, her mate’s body already moving in a way that told her that she should be ready for an exhilarating hour or so.

Or at least, she hoped they had an hour to kill.

“Are you worried, Wife?” Bartos asked, seemingly having felt his niggling worries.

“I’m just minding our time, Husband,” Jayra giggled. “I know full well what we both want right? I’m just trying to be responsible.”

“Well, don’t worry. We can always just rush our way to our respective duties,” Bartos smirked. “For now, I’ll just punish you for what you did last night.”

As if reading her mind, Bartos suddenly pinned her down, his entire body weight currently pressing down on her as his hard muscles made for an excellent cage. Jayra licked her lips as she played the willing captive, even putting a finger between her lips as her other hand quickly removed her panties.

“You’re really going to punish me?” Jayra playfully asked, her slit already wet and eager for what was to come.

“You kept me waiting for too long that I fell asleep,” Bartos firmly declared, his stiff rod already poking in on her weeping cunt. “You skimped out on your duties as a wife last night, so I’ll just have to make sure you know your place today.”

“Please do,” Jayra smirked. “Maybe I just need a bit of a refresher.”

Letting out a bit of a tease, Jayra was more than happy to let out a moan as she felt his hard shaft roughly enter her. There was no foreplay or warm-up needed, their need and arousal for one another being more than enough to get them ready for a round or three.

“You’re already so wet,” Bartos cooed into her ear, his hands running circles around her breasts as he made his movements go as roughly as possible. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“A-Absolutely not,” Jayra chuckled, her words sounding empty as she played along. “I shouldn’t be enjoying this if it’s meant to be my punishment-AHH!”

Her eyes widened as she felt Bartos forcefully ram his cock into her cervix. Her body was eagerly responding to him, her inner walls clenching tightly as her womb kissed the tip of his dick.

“Your moans say otherwise, Wife,” Bartos growled out. “Maybe I should be more thorough in your punishment.”

As if to back up his claims, his fingers began painfully pinching her nipples. It hurt, but the pain only added some spice to her overall pleasure. She couldn’t help but moan out loud, her body singing him praises as he worked her in all the ways only he could possibly know.

“Jayra,” he groaned out, his cock already poised to explode inside of her. “I’m about to cum. Are you ready to receive your punishment?”

Jayra couldn’t help but nod eagerly, her facade of reluctance melting away with each thrust that he did. “Yes!”

As if responding to her eagerness, Bartos pistoned into her like a machine, his movements hitting her in all the right places as she screamed and moaned out her name.

“B-Bartos! AHH!!!”

“Nghh…”

Her hands were on the sides of her head as she reached her peak, Bartos’s seed coating her insides in a way that she hadn’t felt before. The pressure coming from his cock was overwhelming, her back arching as she reached yet another climax even as her first one still kept on going.

And still, he kept on going.

“A-AHH!!” she cried out. “I-I’m still cumming?!”

“I’m not done,” Bartos growled out, his hips still moving as he pushed through his climax. “I said I was going to punish you, so I’m doing exactly that.”

“W-Wait!” Jayra yelped out, waving her hands in front of him in a vain attempt to stop him. “W-We still have-IHH!!”

“You’re not allowed to talk right now, Wife,” Bartos smirked evilly, his one thrust quickly making her shut up. “You said earlier that you can take it, so you better back those words up right now.”