I Got Isekai’d, Well Shyt!

As the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, illuminating the sky with hues of orange and gold, the day unfolded like any other in the Fiafyr Kingdom. Yet, close to the western gate of the majestic capital city of Tairal, a significant convoy moved with purpose, its banners fluttering proudly in the gentle morning breeze, heralding the arrival of royalty.

King Cyndre, his presence commanding and regal, rode alongside his wife, Queen Rianna, in an opulent carriage adorned with intricate carvings and rich fabrics that spoke of their station. The couple was returning from the bustling city of Lomar, where they had attended a series of “diplomatic” meetings. However, as they approached the looming gates of Tairal, Rianna shifted in her plush seat, a faint grimace crossing her lovely features.

'Tsk!... I give Cyndre an inch, and he takes a mile... His vigor in our private moments has surged tenfold... Not that I’m complaining, but my hips are still recovering from our little 'playtime' last night...' she mused inwardly, feeling both a mix of exasperation and affection for her husband. The thought of their recent intimacy brought a slight flush to her cheeks, yet the pain that shot through her was undeniable.

"Is something troubling you, my dear?" Cyndre inquired, his bright smile radiating warmth and concern. He gazed at her with genuine curiosity, blissfully unaware of the discomfort that lingered beneath her composed exterior.

Rianna attempted to maintain a serious expression but found it morphing into something resembling a pout, "Nothing is wrong, My Dear..." she replied, her voice a melody of feigned casualness and underlying tension.

Cyndre, however, was attuned to her tone—a subtle cue he had come to recognize over the years. He sensed that something was amiss, a thin veil of discontent lingering in the air, but he was keenly aware that Rianna would not share the specifics.

'Damn... And here I thought I was almost out of the doghouse... Hm?... I have an idea,' he thought, a mischievous glint appearing in his golden eyes as he pondered ways to lighten the mood.

“We should be arriving at the palace soon,” Rianna stated, her voice steady but betraying a flicker of anxiety regarding their upcoming arrival and the diplomatic duties that awaited them.

Cyndre nodded, positioning himself across from her, his smirk growing wider as he took in her beauty. “You look ravishing today,” he complimented, the sincerity in his voice making her heart flutter despite her earlier annoyance.

The compliment did indeed melt a bit of her icy demeanor, yet she held fast to her stoic expression. “Thank you,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, caught off guard by his warmth.

Unfazed by the chilly demeanor she maintained, Cyndre leaned in closer, his warm hand gliding gently to rest on her knee. The gesture ignited a spark of electricity that raced through Rianna, startling her from her guarded posture. 

“Cyndre?” Rianna questioned, her gaze flickering between his hand and his face, uncertainty mingling with intrigue.

Cyndre studied her reaction, his brow furrowing slightly as he continued, “I can't stop thinking about last night... You were absolutely stunning, and I found myself unable to resist the urge to touch you. I apologize if I overstepped—I promise to be gentler next time.” As he spoke, his hand began to venture slowly upward along her leg, pausing just shy of her most intimate boundary.

Rianna's posture instinctively straightened, her body tensing as she subtly shifted, trying to move her pelvis away from the encroaching warmth of his hand. She attempted to glare at him, to convey her displeasure, but was betrayed by the heat rising in her cheeks—a vivid contrast to her outward demeanor.

Rianna's posture instinctively straightened, her body tensing as she subtly shifted, trying to move her pelvis away from the encroaching warmth of his hand. She attempted to glare at him, to convey her displeasure, but was betrayed by the heat rising in her cheeks—a vivid contrast to her outward demeanor.

“Cyndre?” she squeaked, her voice barely above a whisper. As she spoke, her legs instinctively opened slightly, betraying her authority. She was unable to resist her husband's advances and felt a familiar sense of arousal growing within her.

"Yes, my dear?" Cyndre murmured, his warm voice dripping with seductive allure as his fingertips inched closer to the apex of her thighs. He was careful not to touch her most sensitive areas, instead choosing to tease her with the prospect of intimacy.

Rianna let out an uncharacteristic gasp, her body reacting before she could catch herself, her hips arching up to meet his teasing touches. The motion elicited a soft chuckle from Cyndre, as a small, knowing smile appeared on his lips as he felt the heat radiating from her.

'No, no, no!' She thought, a flash of determination crossing her features, 'I will not be taken by this man's charms so easily!.... I'm a queen!... I'm a... a...' her thoughts trailed off as she felt the gentle caress of his hand along the inside of her thigh.

'Mmm... I can't... Oh, but his touch is so warm... It feels nice... No, I can't let him... win...'

It was too late as Cyndre's fingers found their mark and pressed firmly against her crotch, causing her to squeak. The sudden contact sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her, forcing her to bite her lip.

Cyndre let out a soft chuckle, a playful lilt in his voice as he pressed closer to her, their bodies nearly brushing against one another. The delicate fabric of Rianna's dress acted as a barrier, softening the sensations but not entirely dulling them. He could sense the tension coiling within her, the way her hips moved restlessly as if yearning for more, struggling to hold onto whatever little control she had left.

A satisfied smile spread across Cyndre's lips, a mixture of triumph and affection, as he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "You’ve been acting like a cute teenager lately, and I find that rather appealing," he murmured, his words accompanied by gentle caresses that traced her curves through the garment.

Rianna felt her resolve weakening as the once-impregnable walls of her defenses began to crumble under the weight of his gentle affection. Ever since Rya had healed her womb from that mysterious poison, an unfamiliar craving had taken root within her—a deep, insatiable longing for her husband’s touch that she struggled to suppress. She had always prided herself on her self-control and her ability to maintain emotional composure, but the intensity of her desire was proving more powerful than she had ever anticipated.

'What's wrong with me? Why does my husband's touch affect me so profoundly?' she thought, frustration mingling with confusion. 'Ah, he’s playing dirty! I need to regain control... But how can I turn the tables on him?' Just as the questions swirled in her mind, Cyndre leaned in and captured her lips with his own.

'Aha, he’s going all in... If it’s a challenge he wants, I’m ready to give him one. I’ve been saving this card for a moment like this. Let's see how he responds when I play his game,' Rianna resolved, determination igniting within her.

She kissed him back with fervor, her heart racing as she boldly slipped her hand down to his crotch, her fingers curling around him, teasingly rubbing him with just the right amount of pressure.

"Mmm... Yes, Rianna... that feels incredible..." Cyndre murmured, his breath hot against her ear as he pressed against her, igniting a fire within her.

'Maybe I should teach you a lesson for being so daring, Cyndre! Augh! I'm not going down without a fight. You're just as eager as I am!' Rianna thought, lost in the heat of the moment. She savored the sensation of his warmth in her hand, a newfound confidence surging through her. She never knew how much fun it was to make a guy feel good until recently.

Rianna’s thoughts wandered as a daring plan started to form in her mind. As a young girl, the idea of pleasing someone that way had repulsed her, but now, a feeling of empowerment washed over her. If she could draw him in, she could seize control. 

‘That’s it! I'll suck his cock,’ she thought to herself, determination igniting within her. ‘I’ll bring him to his knees.’

With a mix of hesitance and anticipation, she slowly lowered her head when she opened his trousers. Cyndre was oblivious to her intentions until, suddenly, he gasped as she enveloped him with her warm mouth.

"Rianna? W-what are you- Ohh!" Cyndre gasped, his eyes widening as she drew him into her mouth, his hips bucking reflexively.

He was unprepared for the sensation, his entire body stiffening as her tongue caressed his length, her lips tightening around him. His breath caught in his throat, his hands reaching out to grip the seat for balance.

'Mmm... So that's what you taste like, my dear husband,' she thought, a wave of satisfaction washing over her as she took in the sweet flavor of his arousal. The warmth of his erection was a welcome contrast to the cool morning air, and she couldn't help but moan as she began to suck.

"Ahhhh..." Cyndre exhaled, his eyes closing as the sensations washed over him.

“Huh?... This isn’t as bad as I imagined... Wait! Focus, Rianna! You’re doing this to take charge,” she chastised herself, yet she could feel a pleasurable thrill coursing through her as she took him deeper, her movements becoming more confident.

His cock was warm and throbbing against her lips, a sensation that thrilled her, but it was the sounds he made, the soft moans and gasps of pleasure that stirred a desire within her. Her pussy ached, wet and desperate for him, but she refused to give in, determined to keep the upper hand. However, after some time, Rianna's plans for domination came crashing down around her as she found herself being overtaken by the sheer pleasure of pleasing her husband. It made her lower regions ache, her nipples harden, and her mind hazy with lust.

"R-Rianna! You're driving me insane..." Cyndre moaned, his hands gripping the cushions beneath him.

Her body trembled as she continued, the sound of his voice sending a shiver through her, her pussy clenching in anticipation. Her tongue swirled around his tip, teasing him, drawing out more of his arousal, savoring the sweet taste.

'It tastes so good... I want more... More...' Rianna thought, a soft groan escaping her as she increased her pace, her hands moving to grip his hips. She needed to feel him inside her, to fill her with his warmth.

Cyndre had begun thrusting gently into her mouth, his cock growing thicker and longer with each thrust. She could feel his body tensing, his hands gripping the seat tightly as he fought to hold himself back, not wanting to push her too far.

'Fuck!... What is wrong with me?! I-I'm not a harlot! I don't enjoy this!... Yeah! I'm only doing this so Cyndre won't hurt my hips again. I'm not enjoying this! I'm not!...' Rianna argued with herself as her pussy grew wetter.

Suddenly, Rianna felt something strange and realized what was happening. The heat inside her was building, her pussy aching with need. She was close, but there was no way she was going to let him know.

'I-I can't be this close already! No!.... Oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no! I'm not about to cum just from sucking him! I can't! No! Ahhhh! I'm supposed to make him cum!...' Rianna thought, and then she cried out as an orgasm was beginning to build. Her instincts took over as she continued to suck and lick his cock. Whatever semblance of control she had maintained was shattered as her need for release overcame her.

Cyndre moaned louder, and his hips began to buck wildly. He couldn't believe that his wife was actually giving him head. All he could do was reach down and slip his hands underneath her dress to play with her massive tits.

'Ahhh!... Stop! I-I'm going to cum if you keep doing that!' Rianna cried mentally, but her pussy was tingling more than ever, and she felt her orgasm building again.

"Mmm, I'm gonna cum, My Queen!" Cyndre yelled, and then he released his load inside her mouth.

'No! No! No! I don't want to swallow it! AUNGH! GODDESS BE DAMN!' Rianna cursed inwardly, and she swallowed the seed of her King. And when she swallowed the seed of her lover, her eyes opened wide, and her orgasm hit her harder than any orgasm before. She moaned loudly, and her whole body shuddered.

Cyndre looked down and saw the expression on his wife's face, and he knew that she was going to cum soon. He kept rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples, and the more he played with them, the harder Rianna sucked on his cock.

'I'm cumming! Oh, goddess, I'm cumming! This is too much! This can't be happening! This can't be real! AUNGH!?!' Rianna thought. She tried to fight her orgasm, but it was no use. The more she fought, the stronger her orgasm got. 'OH GODDESS!... YES!... YES!... Y-YOU'RE CUMMING, CYNDRE! YOU'RE CUMMING SO HARD!' Rianna cried inwardly, and her body trembled uncontrollably as her orgasm finally ended.

Rianna released Cyndre, feeling the rush of sensations still coursing through her. She collapsed onto the plush floor of the carriage, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. The air felt thick around her, heavy with the weight of what had just transpired.

‘W-What just happened?’ she thought in a whirlwind of disbelief. ‘I've never felt anything like that before... and I actually enjoyed it. Oh, goddess! What will they think of me? I can't let the rest of the court find out about this!’ Panic threatened to engulf her as she imagined the whispers and judgment that would surely follow.

Cyndre gazed down at her with a warmth that made his eyes sparkle. A gentle smile spread across his lips, softening his usually commanding demeanor. “You are full of surprises, My Queen,” he murmured, his voice thick with affection. “I never expected you to take such a bold step. You’ve made me incredibly happy.”

Rianna, still catching her breath, looked up at him, her heart racing from both the physical exertion and the intensity of his gaze. “I-I didn’t want you to hurt my hips again, Your Majesty,” she managed to whisper, her voice trembling slightly.

A shadow passed over Cyndre's expression as reality hit him. ‘Goddess be damned! Cyndre, you fool! How could I have been so blind to her pain?’ He chided himself internally, anxiety creeping in. 'What if she can't bear to sit beside me tonight because of my thoughtlessness?'

With a soft sigh, Cyndre knelt beside her, gently lifting her up and ensuring she was comfortable back in her seat. “I am truly sorry, Rianna. I’ll have the Royal Doctor examine your hips when we arrive in Tairal. I should have noticed, and here I was, teasing you like an idiot,” he said, genuine remorse lacing his words.

Rianna was taken aback by his heartfelt apology. She felt a flutter of relief mixed with joy at his concern, which brought a small smile to her lips. 

'M-Maybe I should have told him I was in pain... But then I wouldn't have shared that intimate moment with him. Huh!? No! That's wrong! I shouldn't have done it in the first place! Yet, I can’t shake the memory of the taste and warmth of him... Ugh, what’s wrong with me?!' Her thoughts spiraled. 'It has to be that, Dark Elf, Rya’s fault! She was the one to make me this way... But my Quin loves her so much, and she was kind enough to heal me... Goddess, I'm going insane. This is not how a proper royal should behave...'

As Rianna sat there, lost in her thoughts, Cyndre's hands moved to gently massage her sore hips. Her body tensed at first, but soon, she melted into the sensation, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

"Relax, my dear. I'll be gentle. Just trust me," he whispered soothingly, his thumbs rubbing small circles against her aching muscles.

"It's okay, Cyndre... I'm not used to feeling these things, and I'm unsure if it was a good idea to do that while traveling. I'm not as young as I used to be," Rianna smiled.

Cyndre smirked, "You still look young to me. Besides, you're the most gorgeous woman alive."

"You are very charming, My King. But I don't know if you will say the same thing when you see your son's fiancée," Rianna blushed and looked away.

"You wound me, Rianna. I would think you'd know that looks aren't the only thing that matters in a partner," Cyndre grinned.

Rianna glanced at her husband with an expression of unconvinced skepticism on her face. Cyndre worried about her, thinking he didn't love her.

"Hey! Come on, now, don't give me that look. I know I've made my fair share of mistakes, but I promise that you're the only woman for me. Besides, even if our son's fiancée is a goddess herself, you'll always be the most beautiful woman in the world," Cyndre reassured her.

"Yeah?... Well, I'll believe it when I see it," Rianna teased.

Cyndre chuckled, "Have some faith, My Queen. Our son will have a great marriage."

Rianna didn't answer. Instead, she continued to look out the window. She thought about her relationship with Cyndre and wondered how things would change if they were ever to get rid of his older brother. Maybe she will open up more to him and become closer to him.

Her thoughts were interrupted when they entered the outskirts of Tairal.

"It seems like we are almost there, Rianna," Cyndre announced.

Rianna nodded. She could see the city walls and buildings beyond. It always impressed her that humanity was able to create such beautiful structures. The home country she grew up in had elegant architecture. But it wasn't nearly as impressive as Fiafyr.

"I've been stuck in the palace for too long... It always impresses me how our kind were able to build a city so big," Rianna commented.

Cyndre smiled and looked at the cityscape with pride.

"I wish I could say that it's all thanks to me... But I can't take credit for what my predecessors accomplished. Although I do admit that we have made significant strides," Cyndre boasted.

Rianna smirked and shook her head.

"I'm sure that it was you who brought about the greatest change," she replied.

"You flatter me... However, I must say that it's our boy who has done most of the heavy lifting... I don't know where he came up with all of his engineering ideas with the aqueducts, the school, and other improvements that make this city function... I thought he had his head in the clouds, but Lady Wina was right about him... He thinks outside of the box, and I tried to stifle him... Quinus has your wit and imagination," Cyndre confessed.

"And he has your tenacity and strength. We did a good job raising him, Cyndre," Rianna smiled.

Cyndre didn't respond. He recalled the day he finally let Quinus go and sent him off to construct a water supply system for the city.

Cyndre had doubts about letting his only son go out into the world, hoping to win the civilians over to his side. He didn't see the importance of a school, an aqueduct, or anything else that Quinus brought up.

However, Quinus was persistent and got the people to sing his praises throughout the kingdom over the past ten years. None of the nobles saw any importance in the things Quinus was doing. Most of the Minor Nobles viewed the civilians as serfs. And the Major Nobles thought Quinus was wasting his time with many uneducated peasants.

It wasn't until recently when Quinus' idea for a water supply system worked, that a few of the nobles started to change their minds—especially the school, which Quinus had insisted upon from the start.

Cyndre had been hesitant, but after five years of educating children and adults alike, he was starting to see the benefits. The number of people coming forward with innovative ideas and improvements was growing by the day, and the domains that followed the trend were prospering. It was the one edge Quinus had over Duval and Alaric, who thought more traditionally when trying to gain power over the kingdom. Duval gained control of the Major Houses, while Alaric had a stranglehold on the Minor Nobles. The Duke and the Marquess thought nothing of the ordinary people, as they were powerless in their eyes and believed that Quinus was wasting the Kingdom's gold.

"I don't know about that, Rianna... I've made too many blunders to count... And if it weren't for you and Lady Wina, I would've messed up this kingdom for the rest of my reign," Cyndre sighed.

Rianna glanced over at her humbled husband. It was times like these that made her realize how much she loved him and how lucky she was. She has seen ladies of the court dealing with their husbands and observed how stubborn or belittling the husbands could be towards their wives.

Not Cyndre.

He's a good king, a caring husband, and a loving father. Cyndre had his moments of incompetence, but he could be reasoned with. Plus, it didn't hurt that he was still active in bed, either.

"That's why you have your council and me to help you," Rianna winked.

"That's true... But I should have acted sooner on many things... Haah... Hindsight can be very cruel, Rianna. There's so much I could've done differently... But I can't let it stop me from hurting our son's future and happiness. If this Dark Elf is the perfect match for him and the kingdom, then I don't know why the nobles can't see that... I'll do everything I can to help them, even if it means getting into a war with the Alliance," Cyndre vowed.

"Well, hopefully, Rya can light up that Idol of the Goddess as I did. However, I can't help but feel that something is amiss with all this. I hope my gut feeling is wrong this time. Because if we have another war, this kingdom may not survive," Rianna warned.

Cyndre nodded in agreement. Rianna was his second-in-command, and he would not make any important decisions without her by his side.

"Yeah... If the Alliance attacks, then I'm sure the Kingdom of Marn will try to invade again, and who knows what Alaric will do... If there's some way to prevent that, then I'm all ears," Cyndre added.

Rianna moved her hand to the back of Cyndre's neck and massaged him.

"If I come up with something, you'll be the first to know, Cyndre," Rianna smiled. "But until then, we should prepare for the worst-case scenario,"

"Yes, yes, I know. I've been working hard to improve the kingdom's defenses. But we'll need the rest of the Kingdom's help. Duval's pacifism will only last for so long, and if Alaric tries anything, the Kingdom will be torn apart. We need a unified front to prevent a civil war. I'm going to ask for help from the other nobles," Cyndre sighed.

Rianna had a crazy idea to help her husband, but she had to consider it. She didn't know how Cyndre would react. But Rianna could share her thoughts with him and see where it went from there.

'Well... We could try to use our future daughter-in-law to shift the scales in our favor... But we need that Idol to light up first before we can leverage that. If that fails, then we'll have to think of something else.'

Rianna decided to wait before bringing her idea to her husband. There's no point in doing it now, since there's a chance the Idol won't light up.

"Hey, Rianna?... Do you know what you did to light up the Idol when you first came to Fiafyr?... All I remember is how the High Priestess dropped down on her hands and knees and kissed the ground in front of you," Cyndre inquired.

"Huh? Oh... I don't know what I did to make the Idol's eyes light up. All I remember was being tripped by Leandra during the ritual, and I went down to one knee before I started praying... I thought the High Priestess was going to kill me at first for screwing up the ritual. But after I finished praying, the Idol's eyes glowed," Rianna chuckled.

Cyndre laughed, "Leandra and Alaric looked so defeated when all the clerics and priestesses got up and started singing a hymn for getting Iyomelka's Favor. That was one of the most interesting days of my life."

"Mine too... But you didn't have to get interrogated by the High Priestess about Iyomelka sending me a message," Rianna huffed.

"Well... I hope you can deal with getting all the attention from the Church. I'm sure High Priestess Astra will have a lot of questions for you, my love. But don't worry. I'll be right here beside you, my darling," Cyndre said.

"Ughhh... I can't stand all the prying and the questions. That's why I stopped going to the temple to pray on Wednesdays. They don't believe me when I say that Iyomelka hasn't whispered a single word in my ear. And every time they ask me about Iyomelka, I just get so flustered. But the last straw was when one of the acolytes asked if I was worthy of Iyomelka's blessings... That's when I walked out and haven't stepped foot in a church since. I've only prayed to Iyomelka when I'm on my own in the castle's chapel," Rianna explained.

"I didn't know it was that bad... Well, if the church starts annoying you, then they will have to deal with me, darling," Cyndre reassured her.

"Thank you, honey," Rianna thanked her husband.

The Coachman called out to the King, "My Liege, we are about a few minutes away from the city gate."

"Understood," Cyndre yelled out the window.

With that, the Royal Convoy entered the capital city and made their way to the Maldura Royal Palace.