Kaden had never felt so alive.

Between the still lingering thrill from the rush of chasing the assassin hours before, to the over the top jubilation of the extravagant wedding, what he experienced in these moments that were now upon him was something he never could have imagined. It was like he was someone—someone other than just the son of an alchemist or a traitor or a slave.

Yes, he had been Karo Shar for a little while, but he never really felt as though the title fit him. More like he was in a dream. One he could awake from at any moment and be slapped with the harsh reality that he was a nobody once more.

Now that all had changed.

Alone together in the hallway before Kaden's now expanded quarters, in one hand he gripped tightly to a half tankard of Ison's famous and sweet brew. His other arm was around the princess. Together they both laughed at her gaudy headdress of draping gold ropes and silver balls that formed a not so effective veil.

The metal rang as the pieces struck one another.

"Fifty feet?" she asked again for the third time. "And you thought it was a good idea to jump?" Lyla rolled her eyes at her recently acquired husband. Moments before this, they had forcibly excused themselves from the still ongoing wedding festivities.

Such would have to continue on without them. Not that it mattered. They were merely a reason for the prince to celebrate something. His Karo Shar and sister were just window dressing.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time. Besides," Kaden pulled away and displayed himself prominently like a bird fluffing out its feathers before a mate. "I'm the fucking Karo Shar! I must protect the prince!"

Princess Lyla stated the obvious, "You're drunk, is what you are."

"Drunk or not, I'm still the prince's right hand." His new wife too had drank quite a bit, although Kaden was certain she wasn't as inebriated as she pretended to be. He, on the other hand, was positively shit-faced drunk.

"Just remember who you serve," the princess chided, playfully pushing Kaden away and watching him totter on unstable legs before steadying himself.

"You, of course, my lady," Kaden boasted. "Above all others—"

She rushed forward and clamped a hand over her young husband's drunken mouth. "Keep your lips tight against such words," she warned. "They are treasonous, should anyone else hear them."

Kaden looked up and down the empty hallway. And then up it again. "Only person here is Sahl," he said, chucking a finger at the door while waving his drink to emphasize their aloneness.

"For now. But my cadre of servants will be moving in tomorrow. Even now they are preparing my things. You will have to get used to more ears hearing what you say in private than just those of your slave. And I fear you trust him too much."

"I got pretty good practice with Hernah lurking around." Kaden reminded the princess of the slave she'd sent to fuck him prior to her.

"Not good enough," she replied. "Hernah heard many things I don't think you realize she did." If she wasn't loyal to me, those secrets would have been spilled to others. And your time as Karo Shar would have ended quicker than you realize."

"Then I am forever in your debt." Kaden bowed clumsily and spilling the rest of his drink. Even as he tried to catch it with his free hand, as only a drunk would.

The princess rolled her eyes. "You were given soldiers to command for a reason," she said. "You don't even have them posted as guards at your quarters."

"They take care of guarding my father's shop. And keeping Sahl safe."

Another eye roll from Lyla followed. "You need to realize that shop and your slave are not as important as you are. You are not an alchemist any more."

"I am the prince's Karo Shar." He said he. The alcohol was continuing to cause Kaden's tongue to wag loosely and encouraged his mind to continue with his boastful words.

"A Karo Shar with much to learn," the princess snapped in a disciplining tone. "I'll have my guards posted here by morning. I am not as bold, or as foolish, as you are. There will now be more people after you. After both of us. And if you think we can take them all by ourselves, I suggest you think again."

The warning his wife spoke slapped Kaden into as much sobriety as possible. "I will rework my men's duty schedule. And make sure our safety is to your standards."

"Good." Princess Lyla aggressively pressed forward onto Kaden, pinning him against the wall in the hall just outside the main door to his quarters. Her kiss that followed was passionate and hard, her teeth latching on to and bitting at his lip while tugging.

It hurt, but also aroused him. And the way she stood there and ground her pelvis into his helped the matter immensely. Kaden's tankard clattered away and he embraced her advances.

With the firm muscles of her arms locked, she pulled back and pinned him there. "Now, enough talk of politics and other frivolous things. I want my husband, I am want him now. Naked" Only then, her desires clear, did she release him.

"My only desire at this moment is to please you, my princess." Kaden turned and started opening the door.

"And please me you better," the princess playfully warned while she waited for him to fumble and open the lock.

As he got the door open, he said, "You'll be happy to know I managed to get about halfway through your little book."

"And what do you think?" she asked, pushing him inside and slamming the door behind them.

"Well, to be honest, I'm really not sure how some of those things are going to actually work in real life. Pictures are one thing. But reality is another."

"Oh, trust me, they work."

The newlyweds once more engaged in passion, fumbling from room to room between gropes so forceful they left bruises on both their skin, and kisses so passionate there was no doubt that they enjoyed each other. As they progressed, their clothing began stripping away until all that was left on Kaden was his urk, and all the princess wore was nothing.

Naked, she thrust him down on the bed once they reached their final destination. The Karo Shar's bed chamber had been luxuriously appointed with so many new and lavish accouterments in celebration of his wedding that they were somewhat distracting as he tried to focus only on the princess.

He attempted to pull her down on top of him as he toppled onto the bed, but she slapped him away. "That's not the way this is going to work tonight," she blustered and exerted her authority over him. "At least not to start."

"What do you mean?" Kaden's penis was poking a tent in his urk and demanding to be ridden.

The princess partly ignored him. She sought out a wooden box that had been delivered and placed upon a carved marble pedestal for her ease of finding it. She opened the lid back on it's hinges and stared inside as Kaden gawked at her naked form.

"I've told you before, Kaden. You're mine. And I'm going to dominate you to make sure you understand that."

"I'm willing to let you do whatever you want to me, princess." Kaden motioned to his rock hard penis.

Lyla smiled. "You say that. But do you mean it?" She reached in a pulled out a mass of leather straps and and a long wooden rod. "You didn't make it all the way through the book, like I requested. And now you're going to learn something about not doing what I ask."

Kaden was dumbfounded by the soft but harsh tone he was being lashed with. "I've been kind of busy, princess. I did what I could in the time I had."

"Not good enough, Kaden." Like an acrobatic dancer, the princess balanced on one leg and slipped the other through one of the looping straps of the device she had produced from the box. Then she did the same with the other.

She pulled the rig up to her hips, tightened the buckle, and when she was finished, the wooden rod jutted out from her crotch like a penis of her own.

Kaden squinted through his alcohol induced stupor, trying to surmise what he saw.

"On your knees, dog," the princess barked like an alpha male who led a pack with an iron paw.

"My what?" Kaden stammered.

Lyla did not wait for him to comply willingly. She approached him, grabbed him and flipped him over with all the force of a desert sandstorm. "Don't ever question me, Karo Shar."

She pushed his knees under him, and his ass into the air. All while throwing up his urk to expose him.

"I'm not sur—" Kaden's words turned into a painful scream as the princess rammed her makeshift cock into his anus and as his body resisted.

He wanted to pull away, but the princess was not taking no for an answer. She grabbed and shoved, and shoved again, all while Kaden continued to scream out protests to having the rod inserted where objects were not meant to go.

With every thrust and subsequent withdrawal, there was blood on the rod.

"You're mine, Kaden!" The princess fucked him harder and harder. Unrelenting. As though she were the man, and he was a virgin woman. "Don't you ever forget it."

—- End Part 1 —-