Two Princes In Panama

Chapter 5: Myles

We all hastily made our way to the main foyer that was lit by an artificial aurora that made it look like we were all glowing blue and green.

"I apologise for the inconvenience. We don't make many visits to this part of the kingdom, hence the lackluster security. We'll hold those accountable for placing you in danger. Servants escort everyone to their sleeping quarters. Also, have all the security staff meet me here. Have a great night everyone," my mother said, ending the possibility of further conversation on the attempted attack. She was trying to remain as dignified as possible while holding in the rage bubbling on the inside.

The servants rushed to each royal and escorted them to their chambers. A pink hair woman walked up to us and gave a bow before motioning that we leave. Looking over at my husband, I could see how transfixed he was on the woman's backside. I knew they hooked up without asking.

He must have felt me staring at him and removed his eyes from the woman and gave me a nod. His eyes caught mine and I could see that he wanted to ask about the spell I had used, but I did not feel like explaining it at the moment. Three men had died, and for what?

The woman opened two large doors and stepped to the side, allowing for us to walk in. I took a breath as I looked around, having never been inside the room before. Like the rest of the house, the room was all white. To offset the brightness, the designer hung an enormous chandelier twenty feet overhead that cast a bronze-colored light.

The bed sat in the center of the right wall, a thick fur blanket. Purple flowers peppered the bed that took my attention from the fireplace burning from the center of the room, but only for a second. The fire blazed purple in the hearth and released an aromatic I couldn't place.

"Congratulations princes, this will be your chamber for the night. Ring if you need anything," the European woman said before closing the door after her departure.

"This is a nice room," Bernardo said. We both walked further into the room and took in the opulence.

"It is," I said, feeling unsure of what to do with my body. I noticed that there was a door to the right of the room and remembered the need to relieve myself. I stepped away and went inside the bathroom, seeing myself for the first time since the makeover. The shimmery glow on the high points of my face and the gloss on my lips gave me an elegance I had never possessed before.

Placed on the counter were cleaning products for my face. I could do the process with magic, but I preferred to not be magic dependent. I poured the cleansing oil onto my hand and applied it to my entire face. Once I gleamed in oil, I rinsed it off and then went to relieve myself. After washing my hands I walked back into the room to see Bernardo sitting on the bed cradling his head in his hands. When he sensed me enter the room, he looked up wearing a pensive expression.

"Look, I don't know how you want this to go, but we're linked forever," he said. I nodded as I walked over to the bed, taking a seat as far away from him as possible. My shoes pinched in the seated position so I kicked them off letting them fall to the floor exposing my freshly de-haired feet. I watched as the shoes liquefied after sitting on the ground for a moment. They flowed through the cracks of the tiles, going back, most likely to a storage room.

"We didn't choose to be in this situation, but we are here now so I'd like to keep this relationship amicable." When he finished talking, he looked over at me for a response. He was kinder and more logical than I expected.

"I agree," I said. After hearing how meek I sounded, I chastise myself internally.

"Good, so once we get over to wherever the fuck in Panama you do, you and I will do me. Within the rules," he said.

"Okay," I agreed, knowing I was giving him a license to sleep with whoever he wanted.

"What about tonight?"

"When my brother got married, my parents asked the same of him. The consummation to complete the bond of marriage is a southern tradition. The finality of a marriage is not dependent on penetration but on physical intimacy being shared."

He spoke as if he thought the plan out months ago. I noticed how assertive he was; he spoke to me as if he knew I wouldn't put up a fight. He was not incorrect. I had always been submissive.

"What's your suggestion?" I was feeling uncomfortable.

"I will watch a video, you find one you like, and then we touch ourselves. At some point we'll touch each other before finishing. It's an intimate touch, so it fits what they require without stepping too far outside of our comfort zones. Do you agree?"

"I guess." Was all I could muster.

"All right, let's get this over with," he said. He stood up and removed his cufflinks and let them fall to the floor where they liquefied like my shoes. He then removed the rest of his upper clothing. Bernardo had a heavily tattooed torso.

"Take some of that off if this is going to happen," he said to me as he unfastened his belt. I wasn't too eager to strip in front of him as I could feel the flimsy lace they had forced me to wear.

Too nervous to keep my hands from shaking, I pulled the cape off my shoulders then tried to unfasten my buttons. Bernardo paid me no mind as he got down to his boxers. I tried to keep my eyes north of his bulge, but I couldn't help but to stare. By the time my chest was bare, Bernardo flopped on the bed.

He pinched his thumb and index fingers together before separating the digits, revealing a hologram. Tapping those fingers again, the screen disappeared, and his eyes shined the same color as the hologram.

Now out of his radar, I pulled my pants down, revealing champagne colored lace. I felt good in them, but the reason I was in them filled me with dread. Slowly I pulled the strings on the side down, allowing them to fall to the floor. Those didn't liquefy. After making myself nude, I felt warmth rise from deep within.

Climbing onto the bed I left a space between him and I. HIs muscular arm flexed as his hand moved underneath his boxers. Looking at him brought out my arousal. I reached down and began stroking myself, an annoying fantasy of Bernardo on top of me crept into my mind. I did my best to focus on the sensations my hands created and nothing else. My eyes shut not trying to look at him.

Even though rationality was trying to win, desire overpowered my reasoning. I couldn't help but imagine Bernardo undressing me with his teeth. I could imagine what his strong, rough hands felt like against my soft skin as he pulled the thong to the side and had his way with me. I imagined what a kiss from him would feel like, probably rough and primal. Soft moans escaped my mouth as my fingers wandered lower.

"Hey let's get this part over with, I'm close," Bernardo said in a gruff tone. I opened my eyes and looked at him immediately looking at his impressive manhood. I looked at his eyes, which had a bluish tint from the film, and nodded. With a gulp I reached over I grasped the veiny warm flesh.

"Good, now here," he said. He reached over and tugged me a few times before pulling away. I removed my hands from him and watched as he took control and increased his pace. I closed my eyes and mimicked his actions, climaxing without a sound. I heard him grunt as I opened my eyes again but didn't look up to see his state.

With no desire to continue laying in my filth, I went for a shower. When I finished and dressed in a robe, the only thing there was to wear, I left the bathroom and made my way to the far side of the bed. Bernardo was snoring already as I climbed under the covers and turned to look at the door.

This is my life, a loveless marriage forever.