The light in my room is dim, but not completely off. I wanted to make love to my wife in the total darkness. The sensory deprivation is supposed to lead to intense pleasure and unreal orgasms.

It’s a thing I was very much looking forward to, but my father had to go and lock her away. For my safety he said.

It’s infuriating he thinks the little thing could do me any harm anyway. I’m no fool, and I know she’s being truthful about her having no knowledge of the uprising.

My father has been on the decline for years now. His mental stability has been in question for some time by the immediate family. It’s become worse since Mother passed.

I recall my mother saying as he started to become so opinionated about the people from Earth that his blood was most likely tainted with Earthling blood. He had such an irrational hatred of them.

My father was not born a royal. He was a commoner named Hexultan. My mother, Gleeu, was the heiress to the throne. Her father was King, and he and his wife had two daughters. My mother was the oldest and first in line for the thrown.

She fell in love with a commoner, my father. He began working at the palace when he was a mere twelve-years-old. His parents were pilots, bringing people from one planet to the next. It had them traveling all over the place.

After a heated argument one night about what was rumored to be about who my father’s real father was, his father killed his mother and then himself.

It’s not a thing that happens often on our planet, and the news was everywhere. My father was left orphaned. He and his younger brother were all alone then.

His younger brother went to live with some other relative, but my father wanted to work at the palace. Thanks to my grandfather, he was given a job in the gardens.

When my mother was fifteen and he was seventeen, he began bringing her flowers every day to put in her bedroom.

She told him she liked blue flowers, and he managed the gardens on either side of the palace to produce only flowers in shades of blue just for her.

All around the palace had been purple flowers, and the change he made didn’t go unnoticed. When the King saw how much trouble he’d went to just to impress his daughter, the King asked my mother if she was interested in the young man.

She was, and my father went from being a gardener to being the Duke of Capital City in one day through a ceremony.

Never had there been a Duke of Capitol City before that. My father will most likely be the only man ever to hold that title.

A few years later when my mother was twenty, they got married. Five years later the King died, and my mother became a Queen. My father became the King.

Some of the other male royals, true royals by blood were not happy with the fact that my father was not of noble birth and not even positive he was one hundred percent Euthenian.

Controversy carried on for a few years before it was squashed by my mother who declared that if another person spoke a negative word against her husband, she would have them executed.

She was tough like that. No nonsense, once she’d had enough. Straight to the old ways. Her father was the same, so all believed she’d do it. No one uttered a word about my father’s blood after that.

Then she died, and a little bit of the talk started up again, until her sister, Princess Narlobine, I call her Auntie Nar, came to his defense and reminded the people that the order still stood. Whether the Queen was alive to enforce it or not, she would stand behind the King and help him to enforce it if necessary.

I wish Nar was on this ship with us rather than on one of the other ships in the armada. Her help with my father would be greatly appreciated.

Perhaps when we stop at the Ulta Minor space stop to use their sun to charge our ships up for the second leg of our journey, I can get her to speak with my father about allowing Kataline to be with me.

My arms ache to hold her and my cock twitches at the thought of her.

I wonder if she’s lying in her bed right now thinking about me. Her hands might be running over her body, remembering how I touched her not long ago.

I sit up in complete frustration and pull on a black robe. To hell with this lying in bed by myself shit. Everyone’s asleep anyway and won’t be waking for another ten hours.

My wife’s bed is lonely, and I will not allow that. Not when I know she’s telling us the truth, and he’s just being an ass because he hates people from Earth.

As I move out of my bedroom, I stay close to the sides of the hall and pull the hood of the robe over my head. The surveillance will have a difficult time making out a figure if I stay close to the wall in this very dim light.

My father has to take medication to help him sleep. So he won’t be able to catch me in the act. And if he does I’ll just explain how I have needs now.

I’m not setting her free or anything. Just going to her room to get my needs met.

Who wouldn’t understand that?

Pressing the button to open her door, I see the room is dim, and she’s under her blanket fast asleep. I turn the light completely off, and the room is void of it.

Making my way to her bed, I get rid of my robe and climb up until I find her. Her breath is coming out in tiny gasps, and my heart is pounding as I take her lips in a gentle kiss.

“What?” she shouts, and I have to grab her, so she doesn’t fall off the bed, trying to get away from me.

“Shh. It’s me, Kerr, your husband. Be quiet, we don’t want to get caught, do we?” I pull the blanket back, and she wiggles into my arms.

“Kerr, you came back. How sweet.” Her lips press against my chest as her hands run over me.

“I couldn’t sleep without you. Already you have this hold on me, you little temptress,” I say as I run my hands all over her.

Her body is soft as silk, and it heats with my touch. In the total darkness, I can feel things so much better. The way her body curves at her hip. The bone is hard, and as I move my hand, it goes to soft as I run it over the dip just before I get to her stomach.

My fingers trace lightly over her flat stomach. Which one day soon I hope to feel swelling with our child. She’s touching me too, and the trail she leaves is charged with energy.

Lying back, I pull her to lie on top of me. Her weight so slight it’s amusing. Her soft stomach on my hard one is fascinating. Her plump breasts are soft and press to my hard chest.

Everything about her is soft and gives in to my hard body. She conforms to me perfectly.

Her toes run over the calves of my legs as she feels them. “You seem to like my muscles, baby.”

“I love them. You’re all hard, and I’m soft. Perhaps you can help me exercise so I can be hard like you.”

“I like you soft. No way I am making your body all muscled. I love how yours forms to mine. It’s amazing.” I kiss her cheek and then roll over with her.

She giggles quietly. “Kerr, you’re so spontaneous.”

“I want to kiss every inch of you, baby.” I press my lips to her forehead and every part of her beautiful face.

Down one side of her neck and then the other I kiss as she runs her hands all over me. I trail kisses all over her collar bone. To her chest and over each breast I kiss.

My hands grip her waist as I kiss every bit of soft flesh covering her stomach. “One day you will carry our child in here, Kataline.”

Her hands move to run through my hair. “How sweet and amazing you are, Kerr. Never could I have gotten a better man for a husband. I am blessed beyond measure.”

“Then we both are because I feel the same way about you.” I turn her over and move up her body to kiss the soft skin covering her back.

I rub her shoulders, and she makes a low moan as I do. “Kerr, that feels fantastic.”

As I press my body to hers, her plump ass conforms to my hard erection. I move further down and graze my lips over the velvety softness of the skin on her pristine ass.

I playfully bite it, and her moan lets me know she found it anything but playful. I give it a harder bite, and she moans some more.

Seems I have a woman with a bit of naughty to her. I like that. Taking her by the waist, I pull her back until she’s on her hands and knees.

Moving my hands over her ass, I smack it hard once and she groans. I run my hand to her and push a finger into her, finding her wet for me.

My finger moves to her sweet little bud and strokes it as I press my hard cock into her wet heat. She moans as I do and pushes her ass back to me.

“That’s incredible, Kerr. I want you to fuck me hard. Bite me, rake your nails over my flesh and leave your marks all over my body.”

I pause for a beat as I can’t really believe she’s saying these things. I may well have fallen asleep in my own room, and this might all be a dream.

But if it is I don’t want to wake up. “As you wish, Princess.”

Leaning over her, I bite her shoulder as I begin to pound into her with my hard cock. She presses back to me with every hard thrust and makes a continuous, quiet moan.

The sound of my dick slamming into her fills my ears. The absence of light really does make every other sense heighten. Sweet slaps of flesh against flesh make me grow even harder as I slam into her.

My palms are itching to feel her plump ass under them, and I stop the bite and pull back up, so I’m right behind her, making hard thrusts into her.

Her ass feels warm under my hands as I run them over it. I give one hard slap, and she flinches and moans. “More,” she says.

I do it again, and she moans, and I swear she gets even wetter. I’m sliding in and out of her with ease and smack her again and again until she’s quivering and coming all over me.

Her body is squeezing my cock and trying hard to take me over the edge with it, but I’m not nearly done with her.

I pull out and toss her on her back and run my tongue over her throbbing clit. She arches up, and I run my hands to her ass and lift her so I can feast on her.

Her body is writhing as it climaxes hard and I have no intention of easing her pleasure. She gasps for air as I take her body further than I have before.

“Kerr! This is amazing! You are amazing!”

My need to be inside her overcomes me, and I bite my way up her body. It’s shaking and slick with perspiration and her heart is pounding.

I sink my teeth into her neck as I push back into her and she wraps her legs around me. “I love how you handle me, baby,” she says as she kisses my neck. “You’re all man and the fact you’re mine is intoxicating.”

“You’re all woman, one fantastic, hot as hell woman and I’m so fucking glad you’re mine.” I end my sentence with a hard bite to her breast, and she arches up and goes into another orgasm.

This little woman makes pain her bitch it seems.

I can see a lifetime of excitement with her by my side. This orgasm is hard, and it has her pulsing and squeezing my dick so much. She’s arching up and rubbing her body all over mine, and it sends me on to my own mind-shattering climax.

My groan is loud, and I can’t help it. Her hands grab my face, and she kisses me to stifle the noise I’m making.

My body is shaking as it jerks and spurts out more and more of my juices into her. Finally, my groan eases, and my body slows the hard release.

She eases the kiss and moves her hands from my face. And then I realize I have left bite marks all over her body. I laugh quietly.

“You better do nothing to get my father to use the strap on you, or he’ll find the evidence I’ve been visiting you. I left my marks all over your pristine, porcelain flesh.”

Her leg runs over mine as she makes a sexy growl. “I’ll watch myself with him. Don’t worry. As for your marks on me, that excites me like you’d never understand. I am yours, Kerr. Forever, I am yours, and no one else could ever make me feel like you do.”

Kataline is the best award I’ve ever been given!