Royal Debauchery
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2010
Kaleb sat his with cousin on a throne as they watched a local festival. The dancers threw flowers and strands of wheat, while the jesters juggled in their trail. Federick laughed at the activity, and Laya laughed with him. The joined strands of laughter broke Kaleb's attention and he glanced to the royal couple whose breasts seemed to have become filled with joy at the very same moment.
Kaleb grew an instant interest in Layla as she put a hand to her chest and began to swallow her laughter. Her husband Federick immediately grabbed and kissed her hand as he maintained a joyful mind, and immediately Kaleb grew an itch as he wished for those lips to be his.
“What wouldn't I do with such a beauteous wife;” he thought as he travelled his eyes to his own wife Joyce whose blank face stared at the crowd as though it were made of stone.
Joyce was the kind of royal who was unable to smile, and every moment he spent in her company he felt as though he had aged a dozen years. He blamed the white strands inside his hair on her tense company, and it made his mind a cement block as he became robbed of earthly sensation.
“I would ravish that fresh young body until it were but a damp rag;” thought Kaleb as he rolled his eyes to Layla and began to feel inspired. “I would feed her so much seed that she would swell like a winter's sac of grain;” he thought as he began to grit his solid teeth.