I Reincarnated As My Waifu, What Do? 25

Trom's hour has come, and change is at hand!

Seeing myself through other people's eyes does remind me of just how fantastic my maids' work is. A military parade is hardly what I had in mind for my inaugural celebration, but considering almost the entirety of my political powerbase is with the military powerful nobility, this was to be expected. Luckily, I had my husband by my side.

Ruy does look quite dashing in a tuxedo I must say. My hand squeezed his even tighter, and I waved to the crowds of people who'd come to gather and wish the new Queen, now that my father had abdicated the throne officially and publicly, good health and success. 

And, well, quite a few people here had come here to gawk at my tits. They are very good tits, I approve of their tastes, and that's not just narcissism at work! 

My people were happy, I was happy, my husband was happy, my dad was happy that he could go back to doing what he knew best, and best of all, just about every single one of our neighbors was terribly unhappy that dad no longer had to concern himself with matters of state and could now go back to being a terror in the battlefield. 

What Duval may lack in the political battleground, he more than made up for in the martial battleground, not just in his own personal and individual strength, but also in his grasp of tactics and his ability to motivate his men.

"Is this everything you've been wishing for, cousin?" Ruy asked, looking a little worried.

I smiled at him. "Well, I'd have hoped to put you in a beautiful wedding gown," I said, "but just about."

"T-That's not what I meant!" he protested, his cheeks dusted pink. "B-besides-"

Indeed... I had no need to worry, because under that stuffy tuxedo, he was wearing the set of lingerie I bought for him, just for the night at the end of my coronation and wedding parade. My senses were caught for a moment, a soldier had just about avoided trampling a child, only clipping him slightly, noticing at the last moment and shifting his march. The royal guardsmen were quick and efficient, and one of my men rapidly caught the child.

By my will they moved as an unit, and with full knowledge of what they were doing, a team was able to take the mother with the child away from the area so that they may receive treatment. For all that it was just a graze, I'd rather the child remember this day as a grand and magnificent celebration. Luckily, it seemed he just thought it was cool.

"You're distracted," Ruy said. 

I nodded. "Sorry, I had to deal with something," I said, "you're getting jealous for my attention now, Ruy?" I needled him, leaning onto his side and resting my head on his shoulder, "should I also get jealous when you're enjoying someone else's attentions?"

His face was redder than a berry then, and I kissed his cheek. 

"As if I ever could," I said with a sigh. "Maybe if it was a woman prettier than me!" I giggled.

"No such person exists, Noire," Ruy chided. "You ask the impossible."

"Well, I've been told that my ambitions are too great for my own good sometimes," I agreed, "but it's not my fault I'm short."

Well, it... might be, but that was beside the point.

Ruy giggled almost musically, and then averted his face, instead turning back to the people who were celebrating us, as the parade continued, showing us off to the people, both those from and within the capital, as well as the ones who had traveled, from pauper to rich merchant, each and every one of the subjects of Trom wanted to know about their new Queen and her consort.

Soon enough, however, the festivities would come to an end, and the carriage would stop before the Imperial Palace. After one last hurrah and an opportunity for well wishes, we were escorted by the Royal Guard past the prying eyes of the public.

The highest echelons of nobility, those who had not been caught by the Purge, awaited within the Great Hall that served as the Palace's ballroom and party room, and they, too, heaped praise, both true and faked, onto us, well wishes and prayers for our future.

It was... an exhaustingly annoying thing to deal with, so many of them were more terrified of being purged than anything else. Seriously, they act as if I'd genocided families, when all I did was hunt down corrupt and traitorous nobles. I even let the innocent members of their families keep their lands and titles!

We'll not talk about the conditions on that, I'd rather not think about what I had to do in order to cut out the cancer in my beloved country's ruling class.

At last, it was over, and myself and my husband found ourselves in our master bedroom. Though the room itself had once belonged to my father and mother, it was now mine, all the furniture had been replaced, most of which had gone to my father's palace of course, but this room... was the traditional bedroom of Trom's ruler and their spouse.

Luckily, my men and women were efficient, meticulous and subtle. 

The room was clean. We would not be getting spied upon. The entire floor was swept for anything unsavory and unwanted. 

I could finally relax, after more than a month of having to watch my every step.

Ruy walked in front of me, and soon, I lost all control, already working my thick and heavy dress off. I cared little for destroying it, and so I ripped it to shreds with the strength I had worked on for so long. The dress had many skirts and they puffed up in such away that nobody could see that instead of the traditional pantaloons that noblewomen wore under such dresses, instead I wore a black leather belt, a harness you could say, upon which was attached a particularly phallic rod.

Indeed.

I've been wearing this strapon and been terribly excited about my wedding night, all fucking day, since the moment I put on my dress and walked to the altar with my father. I half expected the gods to protest when we were declared husband and wife, I've been both nervous and terribly excited!

"E-Eh- Noire, this is a little too sudden!" Ruy cried, as I laid my hands upon his extremely soft and supple body, quickly divesting him of his clothes, again, caring little if they tore.

In contrast to my body, which was soft and feminine no matter how much work I put into bulking up and developing muscle, Ruy grew muscles with relative ease, and so had to be careful about his exercise.

The fact that he knew I liked his appearance and kept it that way for me was heartwarming. And also the fact that men found him almost irresistible, which was more... crotch warming than heartwarming. But I'm a pervert, so that makes me happy too!

Once I had him down to his panties and the negligee, I pushed him onto our massive, canopy bed, with impossibly fluffy mattress and pillows, and silken sheets... Dad preferred them more coarse, but I wanted it all soft, fluffy and smooth, just like my husband!

I kissed him everywhere, kissed his face, his neck, his hands, his forearms, kissed the slight bulge of his biceps, kissed his shoulders, his pectorals, his abdominals, his belly button, I kissed his waist and his hips and each of his thighs in turn, and then I kissed the front of his panties, already straining, containing his little pecker, even as it desperately struggled to become bigger. I kissed the bulge, many more times, and from many different angles, and I could see how his cock overpowered the tight fabric and raised to its full length.

Ruy was beautiful, and his cock was no exception, now that it was truly demonstrating its magnificent splendor, I pulled the waistband of his panties and allowed his penis loose, revealing it to the air, and letting the panties come down, still covering his balls.

An idea passed through my mind, but I dismissed it. There'd be time to design lingerie that fit him better later.

Instead, I took his cock into my mouth, and wasted little time in savouring and devouring the delicious meat, swallowing around his cock, letting it go down my throat as I kissed his crotch, and then humming to stimulate him.

Ruy didn't hold back at all, moaning in a way perhaps more effeminate than anything I could manage, grabbing onto my head and hair with his smooth fingers, and then screeching out his orgasm, emptying his first and heaviest load, one which was bolstered by three weeks of abstinence, down my throat, letting me enjoy the thick and creamy treat.

I swallowed and swallowed, and after what felt like a full course meal's worth of semen was poured down my throat, I pulled back, letting the final few shots erupt into my mouth.

When I had a mouthful, I pulled out and brought my breasts forward, the final shot splattering across them, and then I continued my way up, kissing him on the lips, prodding his own lips with my tongue, he opened his mouth and welcomed me in, and within our sloppy kiss, we shared his semen among each other, mixing it together with our saliva, until we both had a good half, and swallowed it together.

He panted, drunkenly looking up at me. "I- I was afraid nobody would ever love someone as- as perverted as me," Ruy said. "B-But... I'm glad it was you, I've- I've always-"

I put a finger on his lips. "Ruy," I said, "you need not say any more," I spoke, "any woman- or man, or anything else that may be out there! - that didn't see you for the beautiful being you are doesn't even deserve to have you in their lives," I spoke, "and I don't mean just because you're so cute," I added. 

He giggled. "You're such a pervert too..!" he said, his hand reaching for the phallus strapped to my crotch. "You know... we're supposed to be making babies tonight."

I laughed. "There'll be time for that later," I said. "For now, let's just make each other happy."

He nodded.

I pulled his panties off now, rolling them off of one leg and bunching them up, revealing his crotch. He had been carefully and meticulously groomed, and he had been teased, for the last three weeks, by the maids I assigned to him. Jeannette and Yvette had been key personnel, they knew exactly how I wanted him.

And now, his ass was winking at me, the tightly puckered ring of muscle had seen nothing but tongues and fingers for three weeks, never allowed to reach the zenith of human experience.

I poked it with the tip of my glass cock, and Ruy's breath seized. 

I slowly but surely slipped inside him, and the very instant the fat head of my dildo slipped past his anal ring, Ruy grit his teeth and let out a hiss, as his cock spurted another helping of thick dick milk... a mini orgasm... how cute..!

I pushed all the way in and kissed him, again and again, and then began pounding him furiously, into the mattress. "Ruy! Ruy! You're so cute, so cute, I love you..!" I chanted. "You- you're too cute, you're too lewd, you're the best!!"

"Nyahhhg, I- guhhh, wuv, wuv yu lots~!" Ruy replied.

I couldn't control myself at all, and Ruy wasn't all there mentally anymore, because every thrust of my hips, every time I buried the cock inside him, he would spurt another thick helping of semen, like a neverending white fountain, staining my stomach, my chest, and his stomach and his chest, and the bed around us, he just came and came and came, and I could feel every orgasm vibrating down to my core, building up to my own.

It was- wonderful.

Magical even.

Ruy drove me to orgasm, even though he never stimulated me directly, purely by the sheer beauty and lewdness of his pleasure, of that delicious o face, just by his reflected arousal, I found myself creaming the panties I wore underneat the harness, wetting them thoroughly and ruining the lacey undergarments for sure.

Panting, we laid against each other, our bodies intertwined. A mere short break, the day had been long and hard on both of us. Soon, my maids would be in with refreshments and drinks, and then we would continue - I longed to see Ruy being attended to by all three of us at once!

But until then, we rested, and though our chat started as nothing important...

"What will you do now?" Ruy asked.

In the clarity of the afterglow, of that orgasm that I'd needed so badly, I thought.

What was next, indeed? Where would I go? What would I do? What lay in the path, for queen and country?

I closed my eyes. 

"Our enemies will tremble... I've got ideas for expansion, my husband," I said, hugging him to my chest. He nuzzled against my chest. "Tell me, how does the word... Empire, sound to you?"

"I think you'd make a wonderfully sexy empress," Ruy said.

I laughed.

Of course he would.

But that was a long ways away. For now, I would focus primarily on consolidating Trom and bringing it into the true shining example of civilization we could truly be!