After two days away from home, Tristan Ashby put everything else on hold for just one thing...
He breathed in the warm, freshly put together food spread before his face for a full second before diving in with his tongue.
"Ahn, ahn... Tristan..." The moan tore out of Hailey’s mouth without restraint, her eyes rolled back, her lips now parted.
His large hands gripped Hailey’s soft thighs and spread them wider, holding her open so he would have unrestricted access to her intoxicating cunt. The flat of his tongue dragged slowly through her cunt, gathering her wetness which was now flowing like a river, before he focused on the swollen pearl at the top. He circled it with firm pressure, then sealed his lips around it and sucked.
Hailey’s back arched sharply.
"Ah -Tristan..." Her voice was already breathy. One of her hands flew down and tangled in his dark hair, not quite pushing him away, not quite pulling him closer.
He made a low, satisfied sound against her and sucked harder. His other hand reached up and roughly cupped her full breast, squeezing the soft weight of it, his thumb rolling across the stiffened nipple. He kneaded her greedily, as if two days without her body had left him genuinely starved.
Indeed, it had.
Hailey’s thighs trembled around his head. A soft, broken moan slipped out of her every time he flicked his tongue just right. Her hips tried to lift toward his mouth, chasing more and more.
"Ah, yes! Yes!" Hailey panted. Tristan’s lips moved faster, more aggressive against her cunt.
Only when her breathing turned ragged and her legs started shaking did Tristan finally pull his mouth away. His lips were wet and shiny. He wiped them with his tongue, licking his lips clean, then got onto his knees between her spread thighs.
His throbbing, long cock stood thick and heavy. He rubbed the head through her soaked folds, coating himself, before pushing forward and sinking into her in one smooth, powerful thrust.
Hailey cried out, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders.
"God- you’re so deep..."
"I know you like it like that... Take it." Tristan muttered then groaned at the sudden tight heat and began moving immediately. His hips rolled in deep, steady, agile strokes that made the mattress shift. He braced one hand beside her head and kept the other on her breast, squeezing and playing with her nipple in rhythm with his thrusts.
Even while buried inside her, his voice stayed relatively controlled;
"The Eastern council tried to waste my time again," he began, thrusting deeper. "Two full days of them politely stalling..." He paused his words then pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in hard enough to make her breasts bounce. "Well, they learned their lesson that I never go anywhere unprepared. The papers are signed."
"Oh, oh, you - you did well." Hailey could only respond with broken moans. Her nails dug into his shoulders each time he bottomed out.
Tristan leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he kept fucking her with strong movements.
"Next time I’m taking you with me," he murmured. "Two days without this is unacceptable. Totally unacceptable."
His pace sharpened. He grunted as pleasure tickled down every sensitive parts of him. The heavy coil of pleasure at the base of his spine tightened rapidly. He could feel himself getting close, so close, right there...
Then came the interruption.
The doors of the room suddenly slammed open.
Tristan’s head snapped up. Surprise firstly coated his face because nobody would dare barge into anywhere in his wing like that not to talk of his master bedroom. The surprise got replaced by another hot expression as pure irritation flashed across his face. His hips stilled deep inside his wife.
Several royal guards stood in the doorway, their faces pulled stiff even as they saw the situation of the people in the room.
Hailey let out a small shriek of panic and frantically yanked the thick duvet up to cover her naked upper body, trying to scramble backward against the headboard but she couldn’t.
Tristan remained kneeling on the bed, still hard and buried inside her, his chest rising with heavy breaths. His expression was dark with annoyance.
"Have you lost your minds?" he said coldly. "Barging into my chambers unannounced? I will have your -"
The lead guard’s voice cut across his, loud and formal.
"By the order of His Majesty the King, Crown Prince Tristan Ashby is under arrest. Evidence has been presented. You have been found guilty of high treason."
The words fell and landed heavily into the sunlit room like a bomb. Tristan’s eyes widened in shock and horror.
"Treason?" Tristan’s cock went soft immediately. Punishment for treason was death by beheading. That wasn’t negotiable.
Meanwhile, his wife, Hailey, fully aware of the consequences, simply blinked... In all of that, she was just annoyed by the timing of the arrest.