Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 87

*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?′

I took my phone out and looked around. There were candles. I searched some more and found a matchbox. I was very pleased. I put my phone down on the bed and immediately began to light the candles. As I did so, goosebumps covered my skin.

′Reminds me of yesterday.′

I bit my lip at the thought of my first time with Asahd.

′I can’t believe how much I want him. I don’t recognise myself. I’m so shameless now.′

I thought of what I’d told him earlier, after we’d gotten the good news of our marriage being approved.

’...-I’m even more impatient for us to make love tonight now that I’m sure to spend the rest of my life with you.-...′

“I can’t believe those words left my mouth,” I muttered, goosebumps covering my skin.

′They say I influence Asahd but he definitely influences me too, a lot. He’s thought me not to be shameless of my desires, though I’m still shy to admit some things.′

I finished lighting the last candle.

“Now all I have to do is wait for Prince charming,” I sighed a little, sitting on the edge of the bed.

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Asahd’s POV:

With nothing but a pair of sweatpants on, I sneakily left my room. I’d asked the guards that usually stood in front of my door to go away.

I quietly went down the staircase. There were so many passageways and shortcuts, and so, I took one of the passage ways.

I 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 it and was there in no time.

I went straight to the particular room’s door and slowly opened it.

When I entered, I was surprised to see that it was lighted with candles. It didn’t bother me at all. I smiled when I saw Saïda sitting and waiting for me. She smiled back and stood, her cheeks reddening. I locked the door and immediately approached her.

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I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. Without saying a word, I lowered my head and kissed her deep. She slowly wrapped her arms around my neck. I caressed her body, the satin material of her robe so soft and smooth.

Kissing her was enough to have my heart pump blood all the way down and rushing to my dick.

As I kissed 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 me swallow.

“Tell me you’re completely naked underneath, Saïda,” the words left my mouth in a husky whisper.

Saïda reddened. She looked so innocent every single time and 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 me addicted. She had me hooked.

“I’m naked underneath, Asahd,” her reply was very low. Almost unheard.

′No time to waste, then.′

I immediately grabbed the back of her thighs, carrying her and making her wrap her legs around me me. My loins were already on fire and I kissed her deep, taking her to the bed. My desire consuming me. It was insatiable. Saïda was turning me into 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, digging her nails into my back and gasping for her.

Carefully, I put her down on the bed. She lay with bended knees, but still kept them shut. She was still shy when it came to certain things. But it was never for long. I would always make her end up moaning the most shameless things.

I stood by the bed and 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 me.

“Never,” I muttered, putting my hands on her knees. “Close them, when you know I’m about to make love to you.”

Her face reddened and I could tell her breath hitched.

“I mean it, Saïda,” I said firmly. “It frustrates me.”

“I’m sorry,” her whisper came out low and she seemed breathless already.

“Part them for me, sweetheart,” I told her slowly.

Saïda’s POV:

′Oh my gosh.′

I thought and swallowed, goosebumps covering my skin and my heart threatening to burst out of my chest.

′He’s already seen you. Just do it.′

“Now Saïda,” he said, his voice low and deep.

′Oh gosh.′

Swallowing, I slowly parted my thighs, my heartbeat even more racy. I parted them and Asahd had his eyes on me. The whole situation had me breathing hard already.

I parted them to a certain 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 lips, I literally stopped breathing, unable to take my eyes off him. He was just so sensual, so shameless in his ways and it glued me to the spot every single time.

“You like watching me touch myself, don’t you?”

He whispered, slowly opened his eyes and looked down at me, still playing with himself in his sweatpants.

I was speechless. My lips parted but no word left my mouth. Till then, my eyes were still glued to what he was doing. It got all my attention and I could hardly look up at him in the eyes.

“Wider, sweetheart,” he said huskily, looking at my intimacy and making me grow even redder. The goosebumps seemed to be stuck to my skin forever.

“Part your thighs, wider. As wide as I’d done myself, yesterday.”

′Oh gosh. How can he ask me to do that?

-But you want to do it. You want to please him. You want him to stare at you with nothing but desire in his eyes. Please him. Do what he says.

I can’t believe this is me.′

Writer’s POV:

Her heart pounding, Saïda obediently did 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 and butterflies to invade her tummy.

“Perfect,” Asahd whispered huskily.

Saïda gasped a little and her breath hitched when slowly, he pulled out his object of pleasure. It amazed Saïda every single time, and even though he’d already penetrated her, it still scared her.

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Asahd was 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 her anxious, yet excited.

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Asahd climbed on the bed and got in between her legs. He hovered her till his face was above hers. He kissed her flushed cheek and then pecked her lips, loving how nervous she still was.

“You’re so pure in your ways, darling,” he whispered, kissing her softly. “I love making good girls scream and moan the dirtiest and naughtiest things.”

Saïda was speechless and he kissed her again, smiling against her lips.

She moaned lowly when he started to rub the tip of his hardness in between her folds and against her swollen clit. She was so wet and was getting wetter and even more horny.

When she moved a little underneath him and raised her hips a little to grind against his dick, Asahd smiled through their kiss. She definitely was ready to have more of him.

He suckled on her bottom lip and placed his big tip at her opening. Saïda gasped lowly.

“No lubricant this time, sweetheart,” the mischievous Prince whispered and Saïda froze.

“Asahd, I–”

“Shh,” he hushed her immediately. “You’ll have to get used to the raw me, baby girl.”

He adjusted and Saïda froze, her anxiety increasing. Asahd kissed her deep and raised his hips a little. Saïda tensed up underneath him.

Slowly, he began to push forward. Saïda gasped and whimpered into Asahd’s mouth who just kept kissing her. She gripped his shoulders for support.

Asahd pushed forward again, this time without stopping. He was slow but kept thrusting forward, slow and taking his time.

“Ohh! Oh gosh!” Saïda gasped, breaking the kiss and struggling for air as Asahd began to stretch her open with his hardness.

“Ahhhh! Asahd please~ Oh my gosh!” she gasped arching her back and weakly trying to make him stop. But Asahd wasn’t going to do so. He was halfway in and sure planned on going deeper.

While he entered her, he trailed soft kisses along the side of her sensitive neck, nibbling, suckling and licking her soft skin.

“Ahhhh~” he moaned dreamily as he felt her warm folds and walls, gradually engulf him and giving him the sweetest pleasure. No lubricant to ease the way. Saïda was going to have to get used to his thick and raw self.

“Ohhh!” she groaned as he stretched her even more, every single time he got one more inch of his cock into her tight folds.

She arched her back and tried to move underneath him, but whenever she did, it seemed like she only gave him deeper access, making her whimper and groan even more.

Asahd moaned softly against her skin, kissing her neck and ignoring her pleas. He knew they were temporal and would soon have her grinding against him.

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When Asahd was all the way in her, both groaned lowly in unison. He kissed her deep and waited for her to adapt. Which she did, faster than expected.

She raised her hips and 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 groan. She was wet. Very wet for him and he loved it.

Asahd’s POV:

“Fffuck, it 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 not come immediately.

I began to hump her, nice 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 thrust, moaning into my mouth and raising her hips to grind against me.

“Mmm~ Asahd~” she moaned softly as I made love to her.

She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me deep. Her pussy was tight and dripping wet around my dick, driving me wild with each raw and slow thrust. I wanted more. I needed more.

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I raised her nightie above and over her head, taking it off. I loved seeing her beautiful, round breasts and coffee brown nipples.

“You make my mouth water every single time,” I whispered, looking her in the eyes. She reddened and caressed my cheek. I kissed her one more time, loving how deep I still was in her warm folds.

Slowly, I got off her, but without ever withdrawing from her folds. I knelt in between her thighs and looked down at her smooth, naked body.

“Come,”

I held her waist.

Writer’s POV:

Holding her waist firmly, he raised her a little so she was arching her back and only her head, shoulders, arms and feet were still touching the bed.

He withdrew from her then slammed back in, pulling her roughly to him as he did so.

“Oohh~!” Saïda groaned as he hit her dead end, arching her back even more, her hips raised up to him while her upper body was still down on the bed.

“That’s right, honey~” Asahd hissed, withdrawing and then slamming back in with force, roughly pulling her lower body to him as he did so, to match his deep and wild thrusts.

“Ah! Asahd!” she gasped for air and he did it again, going all the way out and slamming back in with such force that her eyes began to roll back.

She weakly held his wrists for support as only her head and shoulders now were on the bed. The rest of her body was raised in his direction, his grip on her waist firm.

“Forgive my language, darling,” he said huskily. “But I’m gonna have to fuck you hard,” his voice was low and deep and it was evident that Asahd was now thinking with his loins.

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He withdrew and slammed back in. He did it over and over till he started going faster, causing Saïda to drool while he moaned in pleasure.

“Aahhh~! Aahh~!” she moaned out raw, her head spinning and her mouth beginning to water. Asahd was really fast now, moaning breathlessly as he pumped in and out of her. Saïda’s loins were on fire as the pleasure drove her crazy.

“Ohhh my goooshh~!” she groaned out as the Prince rough handled her in the sweetest manner.

“Ohh~!” he moaned, closing his eyes and savoring the moment.

Saïda’s body almost couldn’t handle the sweet assault. Her loud moans turned to sharp gasps as her eyes rolled back into her head. Asahd would grab her waist and pull her roughly against him till her mound hit his abdomen. That was just how deep he was in her. He’d succeeded in getting the remaining inches of himself into her tight folds.

Saïda whimpered out loud, almost like a desperate sob when he slammed in one more time, her mound touching his abdomen, he didn’t withdraw immediately as expected. He held her in place, his dick buried in her.

With his hands firmly on her waist, he guided her, making her do little circles and grind against him, his hardness still deep.

“Ahhhh!” she gasped, the pleasure increasing and her chest heaving. “Asahd! Oh gosh!”

“Mmm~” he moaned, closing his eyes and biting his lip as he guided her hips, making her grind nice and slowly against him, doing little circles while being deep in her warm folds. Saïda almost grew mad.

“Aaahh~! Yesssss~!” she moaned moving her hips in rhythm to his guiding.

“Good girl~" he moaned dreamily. “Grind on it, princess.”

He started to guide her faster, making her grind more so much so that, she seemed to be belly dancing.

“Aaahhh~!” Saïda’s moan sounded like a sob. A sob of pleasure. Her body tensed and her orgasm was fast approaching. “Please! Ooh~”

“You want more~” Asahd said huskily.

“Yesss! Oh~ yes please~”

“Beg me more~” he hissed, letting go her waist so she would struggle to grind on him on her own.

Saïda put in all effort, moaning in frustration as she moved against him making him moan and his head to fall back in pleasure.

“Ohhh, you’re trying to milk me, darling?” he moaned, loving the sweet feeling.

“Asahd please!” she gasped, almost sobbing. She was begging for release. “Make me come, Asahd. Ohh~ please~”

He looked down at her, smiling wickedly.

“You want to come sweetheart? You’ll do anything?” he let his hands slide down her body to her breasts.

He cupped them and squeezed, making her groan. And when he pinched her nipples, Saïda shivered and moaned, arching her back.

“Anything Asahd!” she cried, her fingers pulling on the sheets.

“I like the sound of that,” Asahd whispered, pinching her sensitive nipples and gently pulling on them again, making her whimper and beg him more.

“I’ll do anything,” she gasped weakly, feeling like her body was giving up on her. “Pleasee~ aah!”

“Fine. I’ll make you come, but only if we come together.”

He suddenly grabbed her ankles and raised her legs up in the air, making her back finally touch the bed again.

Saïda gasped when he parted her legs and put each over each of his shoulders.

“You better be flexible,” he hissed with a wicked smile.

Her legs still hanging over his shoulders, he started to lie on her, entering her deep and making her legs go over her head while still hanging over his shoulders. He was now lying on her, his face above hers. He was so deep in her now that Saïda groaned out raw, completely trapped underneath him. He’d literally folded her into two with that position.

“You better not come before me,” he whispered his warning, biting her bottom lip and making her whimper and gasp.

“O– okay~”

“Good.”

He raised his hips and withdrew a little from her before slamming back in with the same force as earlier. Both moaned out, Saïda’s loins on fire as well as Asahd’s.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, her voice suddenly gone from all her moans and groans.

Asahd was out of this planet and sure planned on taking Saïda with him.

Grabbing the back of her knees, he spread her legs wider and began to ride her like crazy, moaning all the way and the sexual frustration seeming to worsen with each thrust.

“Asaaahd~!” Saïda literally screamed, her body weakening as the pleasure was draining every bit of strength she had left.

That was her last scream. Her voice was completely gone! Only sharp gasps, whimpers, hard breathing and sobs of pleasure were heard leaving her mouth.

“Oouhh~!” Asahd moaned, his mouth watered and he literally started drooling. Their breathing was raged and their bodies were slippery as they’d began sweating.

Saïda gasped continuously, the fire in her loins increasing. Her climax was very close. Luckily, so was Asahd’s. He humped her faster than ever, feeling his entire body almost losing control.

And then, it happened. At the same time.

“Oooohh~!” they moaned in unison, coming hard.

It hit Asahd so hard that he weakened, his body going through sweet spasms while Saïda was shivering and arched her back, her eyes shutting tight.

She was squirting again and though Asahd was coming, he was feeling her juices gush out.

He let go off her legs and weakly collapsed on her, lying on top oh her, chest to chest. They wrapped each other up, moaning through their orgasms.

It lasted for long sweet seconds. By the time it ended, Asahd was also shivering and gasping for air. Saïda gave him the best orgasms he had ever had in his life.

He rolled off her as she struggled to breathe too. No one spoke as each was in a daze. Saïda’s eyes were slowly closing. Asahd snapped out, though still very weak. He rubbed her cheek.

“Sweetheart~” he gasped, breathing hard and his body still shivering from a hard orgasm. He was sweaty and slippery just like Saïda. “D– don’t pass out.”

Saïda didn’t hear a single word.

“Baby~” very weak, he struggled to sit up. He pulled her close with the bit of energy left. “Sweetheart, don’t pass out...”

His chest was heaving and his eyes could barely stay open too. He was exhausted. Saïda had drained him.

He looked at her through his slightly blurred vision, only to realise that she’d already passed out.

“Oh gawd,” he muttered, collapsing by her side again. “That was amazing~” he smiled weakly, his chest still heaving.

′Don’t sleep. We should leave.′

Extremely exhausted, he didn’t know when his eyes closed and he slept off immediately.

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