I raised the weight bar from my chest, feeling my muscles strain from the amount of abuse I had put them through. With a huff, I placed them back on their holder then cracked my neck. An outstretched had a pulse of magic sent as a shard of metal into the ground.
My emotions were all over the place. I was angry and fatigued in the marriage. It was not Myles's fault; it was the constant reminder his face brought to the situation. Every time I looked at him I could see the life I would never have.
I usually sparred with my brother when I was feeling introspective, but that was no longer an option. As the custom of the Southern Kingdom required if your family could afford the expense, I stayed home until I partnered off and I had to make my way in life. It had been that way for centuries and was not changing just because I wanted to.
I got up from the bench, knowing he ruined my workout. Leaving the gym, I made my way through the hallway smelling of the sweat that coated my body and the shorts I wore. Aggression was on my mind and I knew there was only one place I could simmer down was the bathroom.
Like a spoiled child, I stomped up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door. Once alone I ripped my clothes off and tossed the tattered remains to the side. In the buff, I stormed into the shower and hit a wall of steam.
Anger made me horny, so it was no surprise that my manhood raged in front of me. I gripped it and calmed myself as I stroked the feelings away, knowing the sensations of my hand rubbing along the sensitive exterior wouldn't bring me to the much-needed release. After a while of teasing myself, I pulled up a porn video on my lenses of my favorite genre.
A petite woman with long flowing hair had her legs wrapped around a brawny man while he pounded into her like she was a toy. She cried out in both pain and pleasure as he held her up against a wall. Getting deeper into the mood, I slowed my movements to match the man's and felt myself tipping closer to an orgasm.
The shower realized my focus was on other things and sprayed soap onto my skin that smelled like sweet tobacco. As the video continued, I realized I was not hitting the tipping point for an orgasm no matter the intensity of my stroking. By the end of the video, I had reverted to anger.
Stepping out of the shower, a jet of warm air dried me and another moisturized my skin before I sat at the edge of my bed. My feet pushed down on the ground, creating a soothing pressure. Frustration is an emotion that encroaches into your life, swallowing everything you hold dear. I only knew one thing that could solve my issue, and it was risky.
"Show me the nearest in-home brothel service with a high rating and mandatory nondisclosure agreements," I said aloud, activating my bio-companion. A website materialized in my lenses showing men, women, and non-binary people in varying garments all made of gold silk. The faces blurred, but I could tell they were of distinct races and sizes.
"Hello Sir. Welcome to Pasiones De Oro, where our employees all desire to serve you in any way you like. Please pick from the following list of gender requirements." The artificial intelligence spoke in Portuguese and had a posh accent similar to the one I grew up around.
"Steril cisgender woman, five foot six or shorter, with lengthy hair. I'm only looking for a sex visit, a nondisclosure agreement signed for a onetime meeting. I'm willing to pay five million with no special kinks. I need this to be fast and discrete."
"We have found twenty matches who would love the opportunity to meet you. Our algorithm has found your optimal match. Asmara, age twenty-five," the program announced and placed the picture of a youthful woman with deep brown curly hair flowing behind her shoulder. Her makeup was minimal, leaving her striking green eyes surrounded by the caramel color of her skin.
"Send the non-disclosures out," I said in approval. An image of a contract detailing the legally binding agreement and the consequences of breaking it. I moved my finger around in the air and the signature appeared on the paper. After signing the paper I swatted it away and a second later, there was another contract with her signatures.
After paying half the price as a down payment, a progress bar for the escort's journey appeared at the far corner of my lense. She was not far away. Using the security cam, I saw Myles out back speaking into his bio-companion while sitting in the pool. I couldn't sense him well since my talent in transmutation did not translate to sensing. I was good enough to tell he would be there for a while based on how slowly he was pushing his mana over the water.
"Alejandro and Mileta, have a goodnight I'm releasing you from your guard duties till the morning," I announced using the intercom. The moment I closed the call line, my device rang with an unknown Panamanian number. I shifted in bed before answering.
"Asmara, you are to follow the footstep path of your navigation app and come to the room. Remove your clothes after you close the door and get to work," I ordered. I heard her about responding but ended the call before she could get any words out.
A minute later she was opening the door, bringing the smell of neroli oil. She closed the door behind her and removed the black satin slip she was wearing, revealing she was wearing nothing underneath. My eyes scanned the curves of her body.
"Where do you want me to start... your highness," she asked. Blood surged in her cheeks as she bowed. At a glacial pace she walked over to the side of the bed, her eyes steady on my leaking erection. It took an enormous amount of restraint to keep from forcing her head down to engulf me.
I flopped my leaking manhood on my abs while pointing at it. She leaned over the bed and took me inside her mouth all the way to the base, using her tongue to tease on my low hanging balls. I found that she had many tricks up her sleeve in five minutes. I had to count the seconds to keep myself from bursting.
"Get on the bed," I commanded. She knew what I wanted to provide some pleasure for her. She positioned herself so I could reach out with my tongue and taste her. It had been a while so I took my time savoring her sweet flavor. When I pulled away, and she faced me I could see that there were a ton of charms going into making her look perfect.
They blurred her face to conceal blemishes, or imperfections in her skin tone that the algorithm determined would turn me off. Her skin was almost unnaturally soft and hairless. The caster of the magic was a master beautician.
Once I had my fill of her, she sat on my lap teasing me with her warm body. Slow gyrations and fingertips over my skin. "Stop playing with me and ride till I get off." Without needing to be told twice, she placed me inside of her and began rolling her hips and tightening the muscles inside. She moved vigorously, quickly bringing me over the edge. I bit down on the inside of my cheek and grunted. HEr hands came down to both sides of my sweat covered chest and I looked into her green eyes.
"Transfer remaining funds," I said.
"I wonder how much it cost to fuck a beautiful woman like her," Myles voice appeared from the door. I looked over and saw that he had been standing there for a while without me noticing. His eyes were wide with anger, his eyebrows set in a scowl. His teeth were even slightly bared. The mana he had burned earlier was strong, but now it was suffocating.
"I'm sorry for your highness," she spoke while removing herself from me and trying to bow.
"That was not the answer to my question," he said. I had never seen him project his voice before. I wondered if his throat would be sore from the effort.
"Five million sir," she said in a thick accent and rough English.
"Get out and never return to my palace." For the first time he rendered an actual command. Asmara dropped to her knees to pick up the dress at his feet. She placed the slip on, then ran from the room. I heard the door slam downstairs soon after. Myles didn't even look in her direction. His attention was only on me.
"You had sex with an escourt in the bed they force us to share with each other. What for? Spite?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you," I said, sitting up on my elbows. I did not like being talked to like a child.
"Yes, the hell you do. No matter how much you hate it, I am your husband and we show that we committed to each other. You could have broken the blood oath with your selfish act, it should have broken," he said.
"I fully prepared myself for a loveless marriage and having to argue with how to spend funding. I prepared to keep you from sending this kingdom into war, but what I will not deal with is the disrespect. This room smells like sex, and your fluids and hers are soaking the comforter. I would never do something like this to you," he shouted.
"My mother knew an infidelity clause wouldn't work for me," I said waving off his emotions.
Why should I be guilty? I deserved to be happy, even the tears won't change how I feel.
"From this point on. There will be no courtesy between us. I don't care if you live or die. We will only interact for our royal duties. I won't be asking permission for funding, I will just take it." He walked over to the bed and placed his hands on the covers. In seconds it was dry and clean. He turned from the bed and went into the bathroom, shutting the door. All the anger deflated, and the room was no longer consumed by his burning mana. His anger was strange, but I had seen worse from family members.
Rolling my eyes, I crawled under the cover and turned towards the wall. I always looked out to center myself before sleep. Not too long after I had gotten comfortable I heard Myles walk in the room barefooted and then he got into bed laying on the edge of his side of bed.
"No goodnight," I taunted. Silence was the only response I got. I turned over and noticed he had silently built a wall of pillows between us. It was a physical representation of his boundary. I knew it wouldn't last long since we spent everyday together.