Royalty Gone Bad

*EXPLICIT CHAPTER WARNING!*

(Listen to the sexy love song of your choice?)

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Writer’s POV:

Just like Djafar and the Queen, the sultan was very pleased with this new found love between his son and Saïda. He’d arrived a few hours after and had been more than happy to hear that a royal wedding would finally hold. Not just any, but his son’s. And not just with anybody, but with Saïda.

The little good girl everyone in the palace appreciated and the one almost everyone had watched grow alongside the Prince, into the beautiful and smart young woman she now was. It was very evident. No one was as fit, as Saïda, to take over the Queen’s duties. She knew all of Zagreh’s history by heart, knew how the palace functioned, knew how to handle most issues, was very responsible and plus, she was perfect for the Prince. She influenced him positively, more than anyone else. With Saïda at his side, it was a fact that Asahd would be on his best behavior, once crowned sultan.

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At dinner time that night, Djafar and Saïda were asked to join the royal family at the table, which they did.

Of course, Asahd made sure Saïda sat close to him. It wasn’t the first time that the royal advisers joined the royals at the table and so the maids and Saïda’s friends that served them didn’t suspect anything unusual.

Saïda had kept her mouth shut during the day and had told none of her friends. They would only discover it the next day when the Queen and her father would summon all employees and announce the good news.

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Saïda’s POV:

About ten minutes after I’d finished eating, I slowly stood.

“Thank you very much for the meal, my sultan and Queen,” I curtsied.

“You are welcome, my dear.”

“Off to bed already?” my father asked.

“Yes, father. The day was quite busy for me. Especially with all that happened,” I smiled. “I’d like to rest.”

“Okay, my dear. Sleep tight.”

“Thank you, father. Goodnight,” I turned to the others. “Goodnight my Queen.”

“Goodnight, darling.”

“Goodnight, my sultan.”

“Goodnight dear.”

I then turned to Asahd, my cheeks uncontrollably reddening. The adults all had their eyes on us.

“Goodnight, Asahd,” I smiled shyly.

“Goodnight, love. See you tomorrow morning,” he smiled knowingly and kissed the top of my hand. I reddened even more.

“Alright,” I excused myself and left.

Asahd’s POV:

I faced front again and to my great amusement, my father was smiling brightly, as well as my mother and Djafar.

“It’s almost unbelievable,” my father mused and I chuckled.

“It’s still surprising me, your Majesty,” Djafar admitted and we laughed.

“Well, believe it or not, I’m deeply in love with her,” I told them with a smile.

“It’s so evident. No need to even say it,” my mother mused and my father agreed with a little laugh.

“I’m telling you. It’s all in his eyes. I never thought this playful son of mine could fall in love. I’m very happy,” my father admitted and it pleased me.

“And with Saïda! I would’ve never imagined them together.”

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We continued to eat what was left in our plates while we spoke of my future wedding and other interesting topics. Throughout, I was off. It’d been thirty minutes since Saïda had left the table and I hoped she would not fall asleep in that guestroom, while waiting for me. I immediately dropped my fork and slowly stood.

“I’m off to bed, now.”

“Okay, dear.”

“Goodnight,” they all said and I bowed a little.

“Goodnight, father, mother, father in-law to be,” I mused and they laughed.

I then excused myself and left the dining room. I went straight to my room to shower so that by the time I was done doing so, I would be sure that everyone else had eventually retired to bed too.

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Saïda’s POV:

An hour had already passed since I’d left the dining room. I’d just showered and had worn a little night dress.

The palace was silent and I knew everyone had retired to bed too. I grabbed my satin night robe and tied it. Then, carefully, I opened my room’s door and stepped out.

My heart was racy and I hoped not to come across anyone.

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I walked down the empty halls, full of guards. I walked past them as normally as possible and headed for the kitchen as if I was going to get myself a glass of water or so.

I got to the huge kitchen and walked through a back door that led into a different corridor that was a shortcut to where the guestrooms were found.

I reached the place and as expected, its halls weren’t guarded as people hardly explored that part of the palace, that is, unless there were guests.

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I rushed down to the door of the particular room where Asahd and I had promised to meet. I opened it and stepped in, closing the door behind me. It was pitch black in it and so I searched the switch to put on the lights. When I did so, I realised the switch was bad and so that room had no light.

′Oh no. What do I do?′

looked around. There were candles. I searched some more and found a matchbox. I was very pleased. I put my phone down on

′Reminds me of yesterday.′

bit my lip at the thought of my

want him. I don’t recognise myself. I’m so shameless

him earlier, after we’d gotten the good news of our marriage

to make love tonight now that I’m sure to

those words left my mouth,” I muttered, goosebumps

but he definitely influences me too, a lot. He’s thought me not to be shameless of my desires, though I’m still

finished lighting the last

Prince charming,” I sighed

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Asahd’s POV:

sneakily left my room. I’d asked

passageways and shortcuts, and so, I took one of the

rushed to the library and behind one of the shelves, was a door that would lead straight into the hall where the guestrooms were. I passed through

the particular room’s door and slowly opened

candles. It didn’t bother me at all. I smiled when I

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a word, I lowered my head and kissed her deep. She slowly wrapped her arms around

blood all

her, I untied her robe and let it drop to the floor. I looked at the tiny nightie she had underneath it and it made

the words left my mouth in a

it was killing me. It drove me crazy just thinking of making love to such an angel. She was mine now, completely mine. I enjoyed her innocence, her naivety and how submissive she was with me. She had

Asahd,” her reply was

time to

a nymphomaniac. I was addicted to sex with her. I was addicted to her love making. I’d entered her once, but that marked the end of my self-control and commonsense. I just wanted to bury myself in her, feel her tightened even more around my dick. I wanted her to to shiver underneath me as she came endlessly,

kept them shut. She was still shy when it came to certain things. But it was never for

stared down at her, my erection already hurting and poking through the fabric of my sweatpants. She could hardly keep her eyes off my print and it pleased

“Close them, when you know I’m about

face reddened and I could tell her breath

it, Saïda,” I said

whisper came out low and she seemed

me, sweetheart,” I told her

Saïda’s POV:

′Oh my gosh.′

and swallowed, goosebumps covering my skin and my heart threatening to burst out of my

you.

his

′Oh gosh.′

thighs, my heartbeat even more racy. I parted them and Asahd

point and stopped, lacking the courage to go on. Goosebumps covered my skin when I watched Asahd slide a hand into the waistband of his sweatpants and grab the bulge in them. When started to touch himself and a moan escaped his

me touch

his eyes and looked down at me, still playing with himself in his

left my mouth. Till then, my eyes were still glued to what he was doing. It got all my attention and I could

said huskily, looking at my intimacy and making me grow even redder. The goosebumps seemed to be stuck to my

wider. As wide as

gosh. How can he ask me to do

want him to stare at you

can’t believe this is

Writer’s POV:

as told. She parted them wider, her chest heaving a little from the erotic act. The way Asahd looked at her, his wicked smirk of satisfaction, made Saïda bite her lip

“Perfect,” Asahd whispered huskily.

his object of pleasure. It amazed Saïda

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fully erect and hard. Saïda could’ve almost sworn that he looked even bigger than the the previous night. Her heart raced and she found it hard to take her eyes off him. The Prince was lengthy and big. Saïda was naturally petite and tight. And even if she’d already had the thick piece in her, it endlessly made

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was above hers. He kissed her flushed cheek and then pecked

darling,” he whispered, kissing her softly. “I love making good girls scream and moan the

he kissed her again, smiling

hardness in between her folds and against her swollen clit. She was so wet

little to grind against his dick, Asahd smiled through their kiss. She

suckled on her bottom lip and placed his

the mischievous

“Asahd, I–”

her immediately. “You’ll have to get used to

increasing. Asahd kissed her deep and raised his hips a

forward. Saïda gasped and whimpered into Asahd’s mouth who just kept kissing

was slow but kept

Oh gosh!” Saïda gasped, breaking the kiss and struggling for air as Asahd began to

her back and weakly trying to make him stop. But Asahd wasn’t going to

soft kisses along the side of her sensitive neck, nibbling, suckling and licking her

giving him the sweetest pleasure. No lubricant to ease the way. Saïda was going to have to get used to his thick and

every single time

she did, it seemed like

neck and ignoring her pleas. He knew they were temporal and would soon have her grinding

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groaned lowly in unison. He kissed her

held him tight, kissing him deeper and moaning softly. Asahd slowly withdrew till his tip was almost out, and then, he slowly penetrated her again, going deep and making her moan in unison with his

Asahd’s POV:

feels so good~” I moaned against her neck, goosebumps covering my skin. Being in her was enough to make me lose it and that was why I needed a lot of self-control so I would

and slow. Kissing her deep as I did so. I would go all the way till I felt she couldn’t take any more. She shivered underneath me with each

Asahd~” she moaned softly as I made love to

wet around my dick, driving

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and over her head, taking it off. I loved seeing her beautiful, round breasts and

whispered, looking her in the eyes. She reddened and caressed my cheek. I kissed her one

without ever withdrawing from her folds. I knelt in between her thighs

“Come,”

I held her waist.

Writer’s POV:

her waist firmly, he raised her a little so she was arching her back and only her head, shoulders,

back in, pulling her roughly to him as he

dead end, arching her back even more, her hips raised