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Everyone felt great relief when Gulfstream jet and fighters broke off. Stephan felt confident that his Prime Minister and he would soon find a solution to the World Federation’s interference with the popular vote. Stephan sensed that his PM had reservations about his new king. It sort of hurt, but Stephan understood why. Stephan was a man not without controversy and scandal.
Looking at Nadia, who lay across the leather couch, on the other side of the cabin, a few buttons undone – Stephan indeed felt his own sexual high.
Time to take the helm.
He unbuckled his seatbelt, got up, made private space between himself, and bodyguards and crew. That was done by pulling partitions and turning up the audio system.
How King Stephan loved women in expensive leather!
Here she comes now … across the cabin at him.
She pulled him over to her, landing him not so gently on the couch, almost slamming him, and straddling over him now, she looked down at him with her cool grey eyes, bending slightly, her hands pinning his forearms against the couch. She made him wait, as he had done to her moments ago as he yapped with his Prime Minister. He could over power her hands with ease, but this was a part of their little game.
“Shame on you Stephan, for making me wait.”
Stephan chuckled.
He stared back at her. This is going to be fun, relieving the sexual feelings and the fear he had while breeching airspace - and letting entire world know that there was indeed a legitimate King of Montenegro. He had been indeed scared during that part of the flight, especially once he spotted the fighters. The whole thing gave him a hell of a hard on.
Nadia teased Stephan a bit, showing her tits from under her silk and leather. She wiggled her hips on top of him.
He laughed, and said in a low tone, “Come on, my little vixen. You’re making me wait. I can’t stand it.”
She said nothing. She simply unknotted his nice soft tie, admired it, then toss it over to where he usually sat. She moved to the music, sort of lost in it, while she slowly undid the top buttons of his shirt, loving how that shirt felt. She liked his suit, which spoke of the man he was.
“Nadia, please turn the music up. I like this song.”
With one hand, still penning him with the other, as if ready to tie him, she reached for the remote. She turned the music it up quite loudly, enough so that they would not be overheard. Metallica played. It was Enter the Sandman and then an entire Metallica collection. Ted Nugent was queued after that, and then Regenerator.
In the farthest part of the cabin, beyond the partitions, two security men exchanged knowing smiles. That’s His Majesty, for you.
Stephan let Nadia have it her way for a while, as she continued to tease him. He smiled. She left it at that and continued her swaying motions.
Suddenly Stephan changed the game, and more so than he ever did before with her, surprising her.
Previously he had been rather assertive in bed, indeed, but now he had a new intensity to him.
He strongly gripped her shoulders, shifting their bodies, rolling on top of her, nearly dragging the two of them off the couch onto the plane’s floor. His foot upset a crystal tumbler, and Nadia's drink fell, breaking against a metal seat rail.
Stephan let out a loud laugh, but then remembered to keep it a bit hush, thus he stifled his laugh.
“Stephan! Are you trying to kill us!”
“Shhhh. Hold it down, God damn it!” Stephan commanded, still laughing, but quieter.
A guard called from beyond the partition, "Everything ok, Your Majesty?"
Stephan called back, "Everything's fine. No worries, Georg."
He bounced his brows at Nadia, and the both of them now laughed.
“You’re such an animal, Stephan.” She giggled in her naughty way.
He said, "Indeed, Nadia. Time to assert my sovereignty!"
“Oh really?” She cooed.
Stephan stroked her breast and kissed her neck, whispering, “Yes, really. I’m going to be intense, rather rough, if you don’t mind, which I sure you won’t mind it at all.”
He tenderly kissed her on the cheek and looked into her eyes. She saw something in him, indeed. A spark of that intensity he needed to get out. It completely made her all that more horny, and her stomach spun. This is the first time he’s going to fuck her being who he was now, now a very powerful man.
He asked again, “So are you ok with it?”
She had that giggle again, squirming her body under him, “Ooooooo. I don’t mind it at all, baby.”
“That’s what I love so much about you …”
He slid her leathers from her hips, smelling scents of her and her clothing, and hearing the music. He undid his trousers and positioned himself, wasting no time. He loved it this way almost all the time. Today, he loved it even more.
He’s now a monarch, for fuck’s sake.
Time for a victory celebration…
He looked into that vixen’s eyes again and made a different kind of smile. Under him, Nadia’s heart pounded. She had a hint of fear now, and had to somehow keep some control, but oh how delicious it was losing control was right now. Shit he’s burning behind those eyes of his right now. He’s got some anger, and yet something tender.
He drove on into her suddenly, and powerfully, and went right into pumping with full vigor. He held on to her with a very strong grip as he pounded away.
She liked it - all the while wanting to get her control over him back.
He laughed as she squirmed, leathers squeaking, and as she grabbed at him, to roll the two of them, he said, “That’s not going to happen, Nadia. You had this coming for a while. I’m king now.”
He was on fire, indeed. She was lost in waves of that delicious loss of control, being totally taken over by Stephan. This was a first. The music pounded too.
Holy shit! What a day. I’ve become monarch. The people back me via vote … fighter intercept bringing near death. Now her…
She worked up feverishly, still dressed in all those soft Gucci skins. It was unbearable for him. He wanted to make this crazy sex last forever, and it indeed lasted. He gave her one good thrust, when he was nearing the edge.
“I'm your God damned fucking reigning monarch. Got that?”
She went off, moving her legs wildly, making her noises of shear orgasm.
“Nadia. Shush. Not so loud. Now, say it! Acknowledge that I’m your legitimate king!”
She didn’t acknowledge, just continued moaning and thrusting her legs madly.
Still in his low tone he continued, “You want to get fucked like this indeed. Say that I am your fully legitimate monarch!”
“Alright Stephan!” She made a little moan.
“Say it!”
“Ok, ok, Stephan. You’re my monarch.”
“Say it again. And mean it, Nadia.” He commanded, and he was dead serious. This was beyond their usual rowdy sex games. She was a bit scared now. This was a real power struggle, and larger than it may seem at first glance.
She decided to put intensity to her words, thinking of the power it will mean for her eventually, “Oh yes, Stephan. You are legit monarch! Oh, baby, yes! I’m being fucked by my legitimate reigning monarch!”
He gave her a few really good thrusts, “You’re God damn right, don’t forget it. My country is God damn fucking fully sovereign. Got that?”
“Yes!”
“God damned right! Now go tell Chairman Wilcox that much!”
She gasped. Oh no!
He closed his eyes, and she wanted to cry out in her own spasms.
Still in a very low tone, which was hard to keep now, he said, “Full fucking sovereignty, baby!”
He exploded, and it was beyond belief, and he held Nadia’s mouth with a hand, just in case she wanted to scream in her intense orgasm in all that leather, and in her World Federation derived hunger for power...
Indeed, Nadia loved every freaking second of it.
There was an intense exchange of kisses after that.
"Oh that's my baby..." He said, looking in her eyes, wiping a hair from her forehead, "My crazy fucking Nadia."
Nadia made a laugh, but she was floored by what just happened.
Stephan now moved from her, slid her leather back in place. He gently, almost tenderly, buttoned her back up. He slid a hand ever so lightly over her thigh. She was an incredibly beautiful woman. He had a bit of vulnerability that moment. She looked up at him, and realized that he was trembling slightly. His lower lip certainly was, barely detectable, but indeed it trembled. Stephan was going through something in his mind.
He got up then redid his trousers and belt. He fell back into his own seat, closing his eyes, breathing hard even as athletic as he was.
“You ok, Stephan?”
“Ah, yeah.” He lied.
Nadia came over to him and ran a hand over his forehead, “You’re not.”
Stephan waved her off gently, “Please Nadia. I’m fine! Give me a second, if you will.”
Indeed Stephan went through something, and for a moment he relived it. Memories. A nightmare...
Minutes passed, and Stephan merely sat gazing out his window at his country. In time, he seemed ok again, but was terribly silent.
So much destruction below war Federation exploitation, and so much personal damage. Indeed.
Stephan had just felt sensations he had never felt before. A few days ago, he had disabled yet another set of the World Federation brain implants. Now he was almost feeling the person that he actually was, and some feelings were very new. He was feeling almost fully human.
“Thank you, Nadia.” He finally said, “Shit, that felt good! Fucking unbelievable!”
She looked on, wondering at that man now claiming a monarchy. Good God, Stephan …
What have they done to you?
The power struggle certainly has gone up a notch just now. The stakes were high indeed.
He ran his hand through his hair, and then gathered himself as the aristocrat that he indeed was. After straightening his suit, he sat in his seat with his now straightened back, still gazing out at his kingdom below.
“Time to toast in this event.” He offered, “Care for some bubbly, dear?”
She nodded, now lounging luxuriously on the couch. She was rather speechless. Stephan glanced her way, knowing that she had just uploaded via her new generation brain implants, this historical event aboard a royal jet. Now Chairman Wilcox reviewed it, power sex included. Stephan smiled, champagne bottle in hand.
Fuck you, Richard William Wilcox.
Stephan popped a cork, careful to not to let it fly in the pressurized cabin. He poured two flutes, and handed her one. He smiled broadly, lifted his glass, and said, “Welcome to my reign.”
He tossed back half his glass, swallowed and let out a hoot. He then drank the rest of his champagne in a second gulp, completely astounding Nadia. He poured a second flute, drank with aplomb, and then set the bottle down unceremoniously.
Metallica played on.
The Gulfstream with a crown painted on its tail roared along. It exited Stephan's airspace, his fighters broke off, and now Stephan flew through European airspace, still being closely monitored by the militaries below. Fighters orbited nearby, weapon systems warm. It was still a very dangerous situation.
45,000 feet below and about a couple hundred miles behind, crowds indeed poured into the streets by the thousands, and then by the tens of thousands. It’ll be a million before the day is over.
The Sovereignty Revolution was on.
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