As Liam strode through the front door of the Eternal Eros Inn, a sense of satisfaction and contentment washed over him. The encounter with the royal family had been one of the most intense and erotic experiences of his life, and he knew that he would carry the memories of watching the Queen, Princesses, and even the King's own mother debase themselves on his cock for the rest of his days.
The inn was quieter than usual, the usual din of drunken revelry and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh muted and distant. Liam could still hear the lingering echoes of his own grunts and groans, the cries of the royal ladies as they begged him for more of his thick, hot seed.
As he climbed the stairs to their private quarters, Liam couldn't shake the sense that something was amiss. The air felt thick with tension, the shadows seeming to writhe and dance in the flickering candlelight. And then, as he approached their room, Liam heard it - the muffled sounds of exertion and pleasure, the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin.
Liam paused, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He knew his wife was home, had seen to her before he'd left for the castle. But this sounded different, more urgent and desperate than their usual couplings.
Unable to resist the urge to investigate, Liam rapped his knuckles against the door, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. For a long moment, there was only silence, and Liam thought that perhaps he had imagined the lewd noises. But then, the door cracked open, and he found himself staring into the flushed, panting face of his beloved wife.
"Liam?" she gasped, her voice low and breathy. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be gone for days yet!"
She strained to move back and forth behind the door, her body twisting and gyrating in a way that made Liam's cock twitch and throb. He could see the sheen of sweat on her brow, the way her hair clung to her face in damp, tangled strands.
"I could ask you the same thing," Liam replied, a note of concern and curiosity coloring his tone. "What's all the racket about? I thought you had the day off, that you were going to rest and recover from our... activities of late."
Liam's wife flushed an even deeper shade of red at his words, and she bit her plump lower lip, worrying the soft flesh between her teeth. "I... I was just cleaning," she stammered, her voice pitching up an octave. "I thought I'd tidy up the room for our next guests, to make sure everything was in order."
As if on cue, a loud moan echoed from the room beyond, followed by the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin. Liam's wife shuddered, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
"I... I should get back to it," she gasped, her voice tight and strained. "I want to make sure everything is perfect, that our guests will have a wonderful time when they stay with us."
Liam's brow furrowed as he studied his wife's face, searching for any hint of deception. But as he did, he noticed the way her chest heaved with each ragged breath, the way her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her dress.
"You don't have to do this alone," Liam murmured, reaching out to brush a damp strand of hair from her face. "I'm here now. I can help you with whatever you need."
But his wife shook her head frantically, her eyes wide and wild. "No, no, I need to do this myself," she insisted, her voice pitching up to a near shriek. "I want to make sure everything is perfect, just the way you like it."
With that, she slammed the door in Liam's face, leaving him standing alone in the hallway, his mind racing with a thousand dark and delicious possibilities. He couldn't help but imagine his wife bent over the bed, her skirt hiked up around her waist as some faceless lover plowed into her from behind. He could almost see the way her tits bounced and swayed with each thrust, could hear the desperate, wanton cries spilling from her lips as she begged for more.
But even as he entertained these salacious thoughts, Liam knew that he had to respect his wife's wishes. She was a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions. If she wanted to spend her afternoon cleaning and preparing their guest room, who was he to stop her?
With a shrug of his broad shoulders, Liam turned and made his way back down the hallway, his mind still churning with the illicit images that had taken root there. He knew that he would have to bide his time, to wait until his wife had finished her mysterious task before he could confront her about the truth behind the muffled sounds and her strange behavior.
As he sat in the inn's common room, sipping at a tankard of cool ale, Liam couldn't shake the sense that his wife was up to something. Her flustered reaction and the way she'd slammed the door in his face were not the actions of an innocent woman. No, there was more to this story, and Liam was determined to uncover the truth.
Hours passed slowly, each minute stretching into an eternity as Liam waited for his wife to finish her cleaning. He tried to distract himself with talk of the royal family's visit, regaling the other patrons with tales of the depravity and debauchery he'd witnessed in the castle's throne room. But even as he spoke, Liam's mind wandered, his thoughts always drifting back to the enigma of his wife's strange behavior.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Liam heard the door to their private quarters open, and his wife emerged, looking more put-together than she had when she'd slammed the door in his face. Her hair was swept up in a neat bun, and her dress, though still damp with sweat, was no longer clinging to the tantalizing curves of her body.
"Husband," she called out softly, her voice no longer breathless or strained. "I've finished tidying the room. Come, I have something to show you."
Liam's heart raced as he followed his wife upstairs, his cock already hardening in anticipation. As they entered the room, Liam gasped, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him.
The room was immaculate, the bed made with military precision, and every surface polished to a high shine. But it was the centerpiece of the room that drew Liam's eye - a massive, ornate mirror hung on the wall opposite the bed, its gilded frame glinting in the candlelight.
And there, reflected in the mirror, Liam saw his wife standing behind him, her skirt hiked up around her waist and her legs spread wide. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes dark and smoldering with a hunger that made Liam's mouth go dry.
"Surprised?" she purred, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks wide, revealing the glistening, dripping folds of her cunt. "I thought you might like to watch me as you fuck me, to see the way your cock splits me open and stretches me wide."
Liam could only groan in response, his shaft already throbbing and leaking in the confines of his trousers. He strode forward, his hands reaching out to grip his wife's hips as he pulled her back against him, grinding the hard, thick line of his erection against the cleft of her ass.
"I thought you were cleaning," Liam growled, even as he reached down to undo the laces of his trousers, freeing his massive, aching cock. "Not engaging in your own private debauchery."
His wife moaned, arching her back to press her ass more firmly against his shaft. "I was cleaning," she gasped, her voice low and breathy. "I was cleaning out my holes, getting them ready for your cock. I wanted to feel your thick, hard shaft stretching me wide, filling me up until I couldn't take anymore."
Liam needed no further encouragement. He gripped his erection, stroking it once, twice, before pressing the swollen head against the dripping, grasping entrance of his wife's cunt. She cried out, her head falling forward as she braced herself against the mirror, her fingers splayed wide against the glass.
"Fuck me," she moaned, her voice tight and strained with need. "Fuck me hard, Liam. Ravage me until I can't remember my own name, until all I know is the feeling of your cock pounding into me over and over again."
And so Liam did just that. He plunged forward, driving his massive shaft deep into the tight, clutching heat of his wife's hole. She screamed, her back arching as she pushed back against him, taking him even deeper. Liam set a brutal pace, fucking into her hard and fast, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the walls of the room.
As Liam fucked his wife, he couldn't help but imagine that he was fucking one of the royal ladies, picturing the Queen or one of her daughters impaled on his thick, pulsing cock. He saw the way their huge, heavy tits bounced and swayed with each thrust, the way they begged and pleaded for more as he split them open on his shaft.
When Liam closed his eyes and was imagining the royals while fucking his wife, She secretly signalled with her hand and her secret lover who's hiding under the bed slowly came out without making any sound. The lover whom she was fucking earlier. He gave her a flying kiss and slipped out of the room unnoticed by Liam.
But even as he lost himself in the fantasy, Liam knew that he was fucking his own beloved wife. He could feel the way her cunt gripped him like a velvet vice, the way her body shook and shuddered with the force of his thrusts. And he could hear the way she moaned and cried out, her voice pitching higher and tighter as she neared her peak.
"Cum for me," Liam growled, his hand reaching around to rub at the swollen, throbbing nub of his wife's clit. "Cum all over my cock, you filthy girl. Let me feel your cunt spasm and clench as I fill you with my seed."
And cum she did, with a wail that shook the very walls of the room. Her cunt clamped down around Liam like a vice, gripping his shaft so tightly that he could feel every ripple and shudder of her walls as she came undone. Liam thrust hard, slamming his hips against her ass as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he flooded her with his hot, thick cum.
They collapsed together onto the bed, Liam's shaft still buried deep inside his wife's dripping, spasming hole. They lay there for a long moment, panting and trembling as they basked in the afterglow of their intense coupling.
"I can't believe you did that," Liam murmured, nuzzling into the sweat-damp hair at the nape of his wife's neck. "Fucking yourself in our guest room, like some common whore."
His wife flushed, biting her lower lip as she squirmed beneath him. "I couldn't help myself," she admitted, her voice low and shy. "Not after the way you fucked those royal sluts, the way you painted them with your seed again and again. I needed to feel you inside me, stretching me open and filling me up."
Liam could only groan in response, his cock already hardening again inside the tight clutch of his wife's hole. "You're insatiable," he growled, nipping at her neck and shoulder. "A filthy, cock-hungry slut who can't get enough of my shaft."
She could only moan in response, arching her back to press her ass more firmly against Liam's hips. "Yes," she breathed, her voice dripping with desire. "I'm your filthy, cock-hungry slut. I'll always be hungry for your cock, no matter how much you feed it to me."
And with that, Liam knew that he was truly blessed, that he had found a partner in every sense of the word. A woman who could match him, desire for desire, thrust for thrust. And as he rolled her over and settled between her thighs once more, Liam knew that he would spend the rest of his life indulging his wife's every depraved fantasy.
Liam decides to give his wife a special surprise, continues to fuck her in different areas of the inn for the rest of the day and night, the staff watching and participating as Liam grows more dominate and aggressive. Liam fucks his wife in every room of the inn, in front of all the staff and guests, putting on a sex show for everyone to enjoy. Liam takes on a dominant and controlling personality as he fucks his wife in front of everyone, wanting to show off his sexual prowess and the fact that his wife is his personal fuck toy. Liam becomes more aroused as more people watch them, putting on a raw and uninhibited s*x show that continues for hours, leaving Liam and his wife dripping with sweat, their bodies glistening in the candlelight as they fuck in front of everyone. Liam fucks his wife on the bar, in the kitchen, on the stairs, in the dining room, in the hallway, in every room of the inn until the guests are left breathless and aroused, watching the show put on by the insatiable couple.
As the night deepened and the candles flickered lower, Liam's lust and dominance only grew more intense. He gripped his wife's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her back against him, grinding his renewed erection against the slick, dripping folds of her ass.
"Get on your knees," Liam growled, his voice low and commanding as he guided his wife off the bed. "It's time to put on a real show for our guests."
His wife's eyes widened, but she obeyed, sinking to her knees before him on the hardwood floor. Liam could see the way the guests and staff paused their conversations to watch, their eyes hungry and eager as they took in the sight of his wife, her dress hiked up around her waist and her tits spilling out of her bodice.
"Suck my cock," Liam ordered, his voice ringing out clear and loud in the now silent room. "Show everyone here how much you love the taste of your husband's cum."
His wife needed no further encouragement. She leaned forward, her tongue snaking out to lap at the swollen head of Liam's shaft, her eyes never leaving his as she swirled her tongue around the thick, pulsing flesh. Liam groaned, his head falling back as he fisted his hand in her hair, holding her in place as he rocked his hips forward, forcing his cock past her lips and into the wet, welcoming heat of her mouth.