The Alpha King's Queen

Chapter 3: The Womanizer

After the weighty council meeting concluded, Lucian strode out of the grand chamber, his back straight and shoulders squared. The weight of his newfound responsibilities settled heavily on him, and though he wore a mask of pride, a current of stress surged beneath the surface. The decisions made within those walls would shape the future of his pack, and the gravity of it all threatened to consume him.

The corridors of the palace echoed with his footsteps as he made his way towards his private chambers. He knew that solitude awaited him there, a quiet space where he could grapple with the thoughts swirling in his mind. However, tonight was different. Tonight, he craved the company of the outside world, a temporary escape from the burden he carried.

As he entered his chambers, his gaze settled on the intricately carved mirror that adorned the wall. In its reflective surface, he saw a man who exuded strength and power, yet bore the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders. A wry smile tugged at his lips – a fleeting acknowledgement of the duality that defined his existence.

Without hesitation, Lucian changed into simpler attire, shedding the trappings of royalty for a more unassuming facade. He stepped out of his chambers and into the bustling streets of Astoria, the city that thrived beyond the palace walls. The scent of rain-soaked cobblestones mingled with the distant strains of laughter and music, creating an atmosphere that was both invigorating and soothing.

His destination was a well-known pub nestled in a quiet corner of the kingdom. Its warm lights spilled onto the street, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Pushing open the heavy wooden door, he was immediately enveloped in the cozy ambiance, the hum of conversation and clinking of glasses a welcome reprieve from the weight of his thoughts.

Finding a vacant seat at the bar, Lucian signaled to the bartender and ordered a drink. The cool liquid slid down his throat, momentarily numbing his senses and offering a tantalizing respite from his worries. He observed the eclectic crowd around him – a mix of regulars seeking refuge from their own troubles and travelers passing through, their stories etched on their faces.

After a couple of drinks, he decided to go to a corner and quietly think about what happened during the day. But it wasn't long before a voice, smooth and alluring, broke through the dim of the area he is resting alone. Lucian turned his head to find a striking woman in front of him. Her eyes glinted with mischief, a silent invitation that he couldn't help but acknowledge.

"Hi Lucian, I'm Demy, care for a company?" the woman giggled, Lucian smirked. He grabbed her waist and pulled her to sit in his lap. She gasped when she felt his throbbing manhood under her tiny skirt.

"Ohhh.." She whimpered when she felt his left hand grasping one of her boobs and his other hand traveling inside her thigh.

"I know you want this...Kiss me." He commanded that she diligently obliged. The darkness surrounding them is perfect, they can do what ever they wanted in that little corner of the pub.

She felt herself floating as he carried her to position her to face his body. She straddled his waist as she grinded her wetness into his throbbing c**k. The burdens that had weighed on Lucian's shoulders seemed to momentarily fade into the background as he engaged in this fleeting connection, a reminder that he was still a man with desires and needs beyond his royal duties.

"f**k it." Lucian's self contol snapped as he inzipped his pants while Demy is still in his lap. He effortlesly pushed her panty aside as he slides his c**k inside her.

"Ohhh... faster Lucian. Oh! Ahh.." she couldn't even contain her moans anymore as his c**k rammed her continously. Her moans mixing with the loud music inside the bar and the laughter of people having fun in the dancefloor. She grinded her body into his, more, he flawlessly slid his hands inside her tiny top as he cupped her mound.

"Fuck..." He growled as he stood up and carried the woman towards a dark corner and started ramming inside her. He positioned her towards the chair in the corner. She obliged and grabbed the chair tightly as Lucian grabbed his waist and started pounding her insides again form the back. "Ohh, ahh, faster.." Her head swirling only with pure ecstacy. Lucian groaned and pounded deeper and faster. His worries and problems fading away as he satisfy himself. He couldn't even hear anything else other that his heavy breath, their flesh to flesh encounter, the pounding of his c**k on her wetness, and the music to his ears, her moans.