A Destined Legacy Ch. 02

"A-all true, and divorce is always an option."

"Already considering that? Here I thought I was nailing the whole 'wife' thing," Angela teasingly asked.

"No, far from considering it. In fact, I find you intriguing," Rhod began as he grabbed one of Angela's hands and the pair continued walking. "You are highly intelligent, confident, drop-dead gorgeous and very witty. You could be literally anywhere in the world, especially with the resources you have at your beck and call. Yet, you're here with me. If there is something about you that I don't like or find attractive, I have yet to find it."

"Charmer," Angela accused, smiling the whole time. "Now, if you're done with the compliments, we could get back to your idea. A pet sounds like a great idea. What were you thinking of?"

"Well, most people would think a dog or cat. But..."

"But?"

"Well, I have been thinking of fish. There are some amazing species with very high requirements. I mean, I can't think of something better to prepare for a child than something that dies when the pH changes too much."

"That is definitely a good idea. I have some experience with fish, as I mentioned before."

"What kind of fish?"

"Oh, the usual. Various tetras, barbs, catfish, et cetera," Angela casually remarked before turning Rhod's question back on him. "What kind of fish were you thinking of?"

"I've had beta fish, garras, Corydoras, and rasboras, But I was thinking something more exotic. In fact, the other fish were just practice for what I really wanted to create. A biotope really."

Angela motioned for Rhod to continue, a smile on her face.

"I was thinking of making a biotope of the Ogun river, in Yoruba. Elephant fish, ropefish, tetras, even some butterfly fish."

"Hmmm, that sound like an awesome tank. We should totally do it!"

"I'm glad you think so! I haven't done it yet since three of those four species live in excess of ten years."

"And moving fish can be a pain," Angela finished. "It was what limited me to fast-growing fish with short lifespans."

The pair walked in silence for a minute before Angela spoke next. "So, just how deep does your passion for the sciences extend?"

"Well, I've studied biology and its related sciences, geology, geography, even history. The last two aren't really sciences, though. But I have never really gravitated towards anything, other than physiology," Rhod replied. "What about you? Any interests other than business and genetics?"

"Well, I enjoy being outside. Hiking, hunting, fishing, kayaking, you name it," Angela replied. "I also like to draw. You have any other interests? Aside from the sciences of course."

"Well, I enjoy cooking, and I've been known to enjoy video and board games on occasion," Rhod paused before continuing, "Though I also enjoy being outdoors. I was secretly hoping that I would have a duchy in the New World. I have actually wanted to do the triple crown of hiking."

"That's ambitious. When are you going to find months to go hiking, andhiking and leave me all alone to my own devices?" she teased.

"One," Rhod chuckled light heartedly. "I should have plenty of time, Willamettia is unimportant to the surrounding area. It has great potential, but the cost to take it over would far exceed the capital required to utilize it for decades. Only a few of my siblings are patient enough to do that. War might be a problem in ten years. Might.

"And as for your second question, I either anticipated any wife I had might either be interested enough to come with meto be perfectly honest, I anticipated a wife who didn't really care. Of course, I didn't anticipate such an intriguing wife, or we wouldn't care so much about each other that it wouldn't be a problem," Rhod paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But, getting to know you, I am finding myself hopingreally hope that 'I' becomes 'we'."

"Is that a proposal?" Angela quipped, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"To go hiking? Yes. To get married? No, I think we skipped that step," Rhod grinned back.

"We were just so eager, young, possibly naïve; rushing into a relationship like this," Angela said with a mock swoon.

Rhod caught her and laughed. Angela couldn't help but join him in laughter. She had always thought romance books to be corny, when the main character would blabber on about how enchanting someone's laugh was. But in that moment, she understood it.

Rhod's laugh was deep, sounding like he put everything into it. It made him seem like the type of person to fully commit to whatever he was doing. A quality that she was just realizing she valued, especially since she herself was going all in on this. Marrying somebody without having met them first, and already talking about children with a man who was, essentially a stranger. Yet, somehow, Rhoderick didn't feel like a stranger to her. He felt like a friend, a friend that she could develop romantic feelings for.

As far as Rhod was concerned, the two of them reached their quarters too soon, cutting their period of discussion and flirting short. The royal tailor himself was standing outside their door with two large suitcases.

"Milady and Lord," He said with a bowed head. "The queen said that I was to meet you with a change of clothes. Knowing the Duke and given my prior discussions with the Duchess, I have come with a variety of casual options for you both. Are my assumptions incorrect?"

Rhod quickly checked with Angela only to see her nod. "No, Gaspard. You did wonderfully, as usual."

"Might I recommend the Duchess go first, milord?" Gaspard said, extending the suitcase in his left hand towards Angela.

"Naturally!" Angela agreed as she snagged the proffered suitcase and vanished into the room, leaving Rhod in an uncomfortable silence with Gaspard as he heard the door's lock click.

"Has milord been following this season of collegiate sports?" Gaspard asked, causing Rhod to raise an eyebrow.

"Gaspard!" Rhod exclaimed with mock outrage. "Do you even know me?"

"Gaspard, I respectfully disagree. I don't see Susquehanna getting into the nationals with Birmingham. It's one or the other..." Rhod paused as he turned towards the creaking coming from the door. "And at any rate, both are long shots at this point. Baton Rogue'll probably take... the... entire..." Rhod's voice trailed off as Angela exited the room and joined Gaspard and himself in the hallway.

She was wearing a slim-fitting pair of jeans that hugged her legs and hips in a way that Rhod could most definitely appreciate. She also wore a teal top, that while it revealed barely any cleavage, did little to hide her tits. If anything, it seemed to accentuate their size.

Rhod wasn't aware that he had stopped breathing until Angela asked, "Rhod? Rhod are you okay? Did I break you?"

"Huh? No, no, no. You just look...stunning."

"Flatterer," Angela accused with narrowed eyes. However, the twitch at the corners of her mouth gave her away.

"To what end, Angela, would I do such a thing?" Rhod asked innocently, unable to conceal his smile.

"To get into my pants obviously," Angela smirked, as her hand stroked Rhod's arm. "Now, go get showered and changed."

Rhod hadn't even been aware that he had been moving as Angela closed the bedroom door, shutting him inside the bedroom, alone. What the fuck just happened?

Rhod quickly showered and dressed, selecting a pair of navy shorts and a long-sleeved shirt. The November air was chilly, but not outright freezing. At least not in Cascadia, not when they'd be landing at... Rhod's thoughts trailed off as he glanced at his phone. Dear god, it's nearly seven A.M. With an eight-hour difference, and equal flight time...around seven A.M. That's a long fucking day.

Angela noticed that Rhod seemed absorbed in his thoughts as they walked to the tarmac, which suited her, as she had a lot on her mind as well. She needed at least a little time to process everything. Rhod had offered an out; he was right, there was no shame or dishonor in failing to honor a promise when one party was deceased, unless it was deathbed promise. Which it wasn't, and yet, she couldn't fathom why she wanted to honor it.

She eventually ended her contemplation, no closer to an answer, as she and Rhod reached the tarmac and saw Leofirde, Agnes, Karalinn, and a new face. A young girl, no more than fifteen or sixteen, if Angela had to guess, and based on what Rhod had implied about his family's traces, probably Karalinn's daughter.

She was definitely a Wechuge, though she only stood about five and half feet tall. Her race's characteristic antlers, and her black hairAs if her raven hair and antlers weren't enough of a giveaway along with, the light green vein in her forehead made it obvious. Her skin was a tad lighter than Karalinn's, and her face was buried in her phone. that she was Karalinn's daughter upon further inspection. If it wasn't for her lighter skin tone, Angela could have sworn that the girl was a clone of Karalinn.

"Angela, Rhod. This is my youngest, Darla. Darla, this your uncle and aunt-"

"Pfft, whatever, Mom. You're the queen, stop trying to impress your subjects." Darla snorted as she climbed the steps into the plane, never once looking up from her phone.

"Darla, it isn't- Stop walking away from me this instant, young lady!"

Darla merely snorted as she ascended the stairs into the plane. Karalinn briefly hung her head and sighed.

"So Rhod, Karalinn. I've never paid much attention to the royal family-" Angela began as the group moved to board the plane.

"Like most of the peasants!" scoffed Agnes.

"So, how many brother and sister in-laws do I have now?" Angela finished.

"By blood? Somewhere around six hundred and fiftyseven hundred, to be fair though, I stopped counting after 1984. But legally? Including spouses and adopted houses..." Karalinn trailed off, clearly doing the math. "A little over thirtywenty-five hundred."

Angela paused for moment as she reached the top of the stairs and entered the plane. The interior was gilt with a light green color, with sky blue carpeting, and red seats. Angela had to admit to herself, Karalinn had very peculiar tastes.

"Yeah... We have too many adopted houses," Rhod added upon seeing a look of slight confusion on Angela's face. "Some of the vassals aren't related by blood to the royal family but were 'adopted' by Dad. Most of these houses originated with the bastard of a brother, like Duchess Eleanor of Lancaster. Some, though, are much older, descended from friends or respected enemies of Beorthric's. The Karling's in France, the Ua Neils of Ireland, the Yamato family of Japan, the Itzcoatl of Tenoch, the Tumipampa of the Andes, and several others."

"It's best to just focus on the few you'll have to deal with Cascadia, Duchess," Leofirde said as he handed thick manila envelopes to her and Rhod before taking a seat. "Also, I believe that it's best to go to Williamettia by car. Maybe stop at your sister's, Duchess Roxanne's land for a few days."

"Why?" Rhod with an eyebrow raised.

"Well, the Duke of Hollywood has decided to have a prominent critic of your late father arrested and tortured. It has created backlash against the royal family throughout the West. Your nephewbrother is currently MIA, after his palace was stormed," Leofirde explained.

"Jim's kids were as always a hot-headed little pricks," Karalinn replied with a smug grin. "He'd be rolling in his grave!"

"Fucking with the one thing your father always told everyone to not to; an American's freedom of speech," Agnes chimed in, while slowly shaking her head.

"I can see the appeal," Angela commented, as Agnes beamed at her.

"Hmm, my kinda gal."

"To torture? Geez, Angela, you are a bloodthirsty little girl aren't you?" Karalinn said, the surprise in her tone was clear as glass.

"What? No! I can see the appeal of freedom of speech!" Angela explained in a shocked tone, and upon seeing similar looks of horror develop on Karalinn and Agnes' faces, felt the need to expound further. before realizing that Agnes and Karalinn were staring at her like she had let out some horrific curse. "What? I went to high school in SweetwaterChattanooga, down in Tenesi. My uncle thought it would be good to have a 'high school experience'."

"Our father did something similar," Karalinn said.

Over the next few hours, the conversation wandered between various siblings, other vassals of Karalinn's, and memories of their father and his various wives. The pair of siblings made sure to include Angela, often includingderailing the conversations intoabout a variety of other topics.

Angela groaned once the bathroom door was locked. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she could feel the warmth reaching up from her pelvis. She and Rhod had agreed to take it slow, but right now, she wanted nothing more than to jump on her new husband's bones. The more time she spent on this flight, the hornier she got. It was almost like... Oh, shit, she thought. Does the Royal Family have aphrodisiac pheromones?

Angela knew that the human sense of smell was more developed than most people thought, and after all, subconsciously interpreted smells were a huge part of arousal and attraction. But this was on another level. Maybe, she thought, if I mention it, Karalinn might know something about it, she might know a way to turn it off, or neutralize the effect.

Angela turned on the water in the sink and splashed her face a few times, hoping that the cold water might bring her back to her senses and reduce her arousal. It was beginning to get difficult to think about anything other than her growing need.

Despite the cold, she could feel the heat spread into her chest. She had been dodging in and out of this bathroom for hours now, just barely suppressing her growing arousal.

Rhod grimaced, and he shifted for an umpteenth time, trying to hide the erection he had been sporting for over half an hour. Now that Angela was in the bathroom, it was finally starting to die down. But he knew from experience it would come back the moment she returned.

It had been inconvenient enough when he hit puberty, and it had taken almost two years to develop the self-control to effectively will them away. They hadn't been much of a problem since, but these ones were only softening when Angela was in the bathroom. Which was quite often, slightly worrying him.

"Excuse me, Karalinn, I'm going to go and check on Angela."

Angela heard Rhod on the other side of the door.

"Angela, are you okay in there?"

"Oh, fuck," Angela whispered as she clenched her thighs shut. She needed relief, but Rhod was just on the other side of a flimsy door, and they had agreed to take it slow. But her body betrayed her, opening the door, and yanking Rhod into the bathroom by the collar of his shirt.

His startled yelp was quickly silenced by Angela's lips pressing against his.

"Rhod, I know that I asked if we could take it slow, but I am so horny right now. I need relief. I don't if its due to pheromones or-" Angela's rambling ceased as she found Rhod's lips pressed up against hers.

"It's okay, Angela," Rhod said as their lips separated. "Breathe."

"Thanks. Look, we don't have to have sex if you don't want to, but I need release. You can either go away and let me masturbate in peace. Or..."

"Or?"

"I could teach you," Angela said as she grabbed Rhod's hand and set it on the waistband of her pants. "How to use your hands?"

"That sounds very...tempting," Rhod purred into her ears as he slid his hand into her panties.

Rhod felt a small patch of hair before he found what his fingers sought. He almost couldn't believe it, not until he heard Angela draw a sharp breath. He froze for a moment, concerned that he might have injured her.

"Keep going Rhod, that was beginning to scratch my itch," Angela reassured him. "I'll let you know if you're too rough."

Feeling a bit more confident, Rhod's fingers again brushed her lower lips. Journeying down even further, he felt the base of her slit. Noticing the pleased look on her face, Rhod pulled his fingers back up. He was rewarded with an audible whimper as his fingers settled on either side of her clitoris.

"Not yet Rhod, you need to build up to that. Consider it the cherry on top. Otherwise keep doing-" Angela's advice was cut off by a quiet moan.

"Yes, just like that Rhod," she whispered.

Rhod allowed himself a smile as he continued his task, massaging his wife's pussy. It didn't take long for Rhod to build up the courage to slip a finger inside of Angela. His courage was rewarded with a quiet whimper.

A second finger quickly followed as Rhod began to tease the inside of her lower lips. Rhod quickly slid his fingers a little deeper and maneuvered his thumb to brush up against Angela's clit, electing a mewl from the horny blonde.

"Oh fuck, yes, Rhod."

Rhod continued his manual assault on his wife's vagina for a few minutes, eager to make sure that she got some of the relief she needed. His fingers were now stroking the inside of her lips. He could only grin as he felt Angela begin to grind back into his hands. The pressure of Angela pushing back forced Rhod's fingers deep into her pussy.

"Oh, fuck yesthat's right!" Angela hissed. "Right there, Rhod."

Rhod lost track of time as he focused solely on the woman on the receiving end of his ministrations. Eventually, he felt a soreness creep into his hand, though that didn't make him slow down.

"Angela?" he asked.

"Hmmm- yes?" she replied breathily.

"Can I...may I kiss you?"

Angela responded by pulling Rhod close and mashing their lips together. Rhod did his best to keep up with his wife, but she had him severely outclassed. Her tongue was exploring his mouth, while his was closer to the flopping of a fish out of water.

After what felt like an eternity, he had to break off their kiss for air. Panting, he stopped his fingering for a moment, earning him a pained whine from Angela.

"Rhod, please. I am so close," Angela begged.

"Of course," Rhod replied as his fingers began their work again. "Angela," Rhod whispered her name as he began planting kisses from her earlobe down to her neck.

"O-Okay, Rhod. Time to finish me," Angela ordered with a shudder.

"Tell. Me. How." Rhod said between kisses.

Angela moaned slightly. "Flex your fingers, feel for a bumpy spot, and don't forget my clit."

Rhod did as his wife bade him and was rewarded with a squeal. Rhod smiled as he felt and heard Angela reach climax. His smile quickly faded, and he withheld a grimace as soreness shot into his hand as Angela's cunt seemingly tried its best to break his fingers.

Angela panted as she leaned up against the wall, enjoying the satisfaction she was currently feeling. She felt relaxed and was finding herself impressed with her husband's manual skills, along with the stiffening member pressed into her leg. The fact that she could feel it through not only her jeans, but through his, stunned Angela.

"Wow, Angela. You made a bit of a mess," Rhod teased, as he raised his hand up. His fingers shined in the light, as a smile appeared on his face.

"Did I now?" Angela huffed.

"Oh, you most certainly did," Rhod said slyly as he placed a slickened digit to his lips. "I must admit to being curious, what do you taste like, Angela?"

Angela wasn't sure when Rhod threw gasoline on the embers of her lust. If it was his teasing words, or when he sucked his finger clean.

"Ohhhh. That is sooo hot!" Angela half whispered and half moaned as she felt her desire flair up, watching Rhod pulling the now clean digit from his mouth. She couldn't resist teasing him. "Here I thought you were a virgin."