The Crown’s Entrapment - Chapter 282 Wedding Present

At Hindman Manor

The morning after the party was one of pleasant happiness and joy as Jayra lazed around right beside her wedded husband. From what she could recall, the festivities went further and further into the night, with herself drinking more and more than what she’d normally have to the point that she just lost recollection of what came after. Still, if her being naked beside an equally naked Bartos was any indication, then her past self had probably thoroughly enjoyed herself.

Somehow, she found the thought of that kind of upsetting.

“Jayra?”

“Ah!”

The newlywedded wife almost jumped from the bed as she yelped out her surprise. Instinctively, she covered herself with what few bedsheets she had on hand, her eyes still managing to linger on her husband’s chiseled torso despite the full mast that he was pitching between his legs.

“What’s wrong?” Bartos smiled at her, not even bothering to cover himself up as he raised his head to look at her. “Can’t sleep?”

“Y-You startled me,” she found herself pouting. “And what sleep? It’s practically noon already.”

The fact that the sun’s rays were already starting to seep through the naturally cold air was more than an indication that it was well after morning already. Sure, the manor was still quiet somehow, but she chalked that up to the festivities rendering everybody that attended practically comatose from staying up late drinking alcohol without remorse.

“I suppose you have a point there,” Bartos chuckled. “Still, I don’t think anybody’s up yet. Well, most of the guests are still asleep, at least.”

As if feeling the cold suddenly wash over her, Jayra shivered even as Bartos quickly went ahead and wrapped his arms around her. His warmth seeped into her very being, enveloping her with the sweet embrace of his love.

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“Mhmm… This feels nice,” Jayra whispered out, her head nuzzling against her husband’s neck. “You’re so warm…”

“It’s rather cold, after all,” he smiled, stroking her bare back as he held her close. “Still, you’re much hotter yourself.”

And just like that, Jayra was made well aware of their current state of undress. The faint tingling in her nether regions told her that her past self had thoroughly enjoyed herself even if she couldn’t remember most of it. On top of that, the wet spots on their bed told a story of constant lovemaking and pleasure that only made her even more upset at the fact that she couldn’t remember all of it.

“What is it?” Bartos asked, having noticed her current feelings through their bond.

“It’s just that… I’m pretty sure we did a lot of stuff together last night,” she confessed, her frown one of annoyance as she ran her hands through his body. “It’s unfair that my drunk self got to experience all of that, leaving me with just vague sensations on what probably happened.”

“You mean you have no idea what happened last night?”

“Well, I do, but they’re more vague recollections than anything substantial,” Jayra pouted. “I haven’t really drank that much since, well, forever. I guess now I know that I can’t hold my alcohol beyond a bottle or so.”

“I see…”

With nothing but a faint hum, Bartos began to run his hands all over her body, her naked skin seemingly remembering his touch even as her memories gave her nothing except her previous experiences with him in bed.

“Let me try and jog your memory then,” he smiled, his shaft already throbbing right beside her stomach as her eyes widened in anticipation. “Surely having a repeat performance would help you remember.”

“I’d like that to happen, yes,” Jayra couldn’t help but smirk, her body already preparing itself to get penetrated. “Why don’t you walk me through what exactly we did last night?”

Not bothering with any words, Bartos pinned her back down on the bed, Jayra smiling as her heart hammered with trained anticipation for her husband’s pleasurable ministrations. There was no foreplay needed. Her greedy slit was already wet and ready for his massive cock to use.

“Well, for one, you were already wet when we first started,” Bartos began with a smirk. “So I did this to you immediately.”

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“Did what immediaaaAHH!~”

Jayra’s eyes widened at the unnatural sensations washing through her just from Bartos’s initial thrust. Her insides were more sensitive than usual, and she couldn’t help but squirm as bits and pieces of what happened seemingly filtered through her body as opposed to her brain.

“From there, we did what we usually did, which was to drive ourselves mad with pleasure.”

Bartos’s words barely registered in her mind as she felt his massive shaft hit her in all the right places, her hands going to her face as a perpetual look of shock and awe made her blush look even more embarrassing than it already was.

“B-Bartos!~” she gawked out, her entire body starting to go limp as her climax approached just as quickly as they began. “I-I’m gonna-“

“I know…” he groaned out. “Me too…”

“AHHHHH!!~”

Jayra felt her mind explode as her insides clenched tightly at Bartos’s deliciously massive shaft. Likewise, the sensation of him coating her insides white only added to the pleasure as her back arched in sheer bliss.

“From there… you passed out…” Bartos chuckled as he lay beside her. “You were pretty out of it… Didn’t even realize that I was still inside you when you finally lost consciousness…”

She panted from the exertion, her nerves still fried and sensitive despite only going on a single round with her beloved husband. Still, the actions seemed to have jogged some of her memory of last night’s escapades, including the fact that she had just received a very valuable gift from Xenia, courtesy of King Stephan…

“T-The key…” she gasped out, her chuckles barely escaping her throat. “I remember…”

Just before she practically dragged Bartos along with her in a drunken stupor, Xenia somehow decided that she was sober enough to receive her gift. A key, which currently laid inconspicuously against the nearest stand, was King Stephan’s gift for her. A manor of her own, which pretty much made her nobility…

“Remember what?” Bartos asked.

“My wedding present,” she smiled warmly, snuggling deep into his chest. “A gift of my loyalty and service.”