Reincarnated as an Imperial Prince

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The alarm clock by the side of Alexander's bed beeped loudly. He turned sideways and reached out his arm to silence it. His eyes fluttered open slowly as the early morning light peeked through his curtains, the sounds of the birds chirping outside waking up with him.

He rose from his bed, causing the quilt to slip off his chest, revealing a naked torso that showcased his muscular shredded body. He walked over to the window and moved the curtain aside, letting in a ray of sunshine that made him squint slightly.

Every day was a usual day, but this one is different. His sisters are going to leave St. Petersburg for a state visit to the Yamato Empire. They are scheduled to leave at nine o'clock a.m. so he better get ready.

"Good morning~," the lovely voice of his wife called out from behind him.

Alexander turned around to see her sitting up on the bed, covering her naked body with a thin layer of silk. She looked so radiant this morning, her golden hair fell perfectly in place, framing her face beautifully. He smiled at her and walked back over to the bed where she lay.

Sophie's eyes widened at the sight of Alexander's handsome body. She couldn't maintain eye contact as his vulnerable shaft kept distracting her. She wanted to touch it, caress it, teased it, or maybe even suck it.

"Are you okay?" The question broke Sophie's train of thought.

She nodded vigorously before quickly moving her gaze away from Alexander's hard length.

Alexander chuckled at her reaction before caressing her cheek gently. "Well, we better get ourselves dressed. We have to leave by nine."

As Alexander was about to go and head to the bathroom, Sophie stopped her by the arm.

Alexander looked back and saw a reddened cheek and shy smile forming on his wife's lips. Her hands were trembling ever so slightly.

"Do you...want me to help you with that?" she looked at his erected shaft hesitantly.

Alexander tilted his head to the side before looking down at his cock and saw that it was erect due to natural phenomena of the parasympathetic nervous system termed "morning wood".

"You weren't satisfied yesterday?"

"What? No!" Sophie stuttered, trying to hide her embarrassment. "I just want you to feel comfortable..." Sophie gently placed her hand around his dick before starting to rub it slowly and sensually.

Alexander's breath hitched, feeling aroused.

"It'll be quick..." Sophie promised as she leaned forward licking her lips. A slimy liquid flowed out from his glans.

"You're a such...naughty girl...," Alexander moaned as Sophie's warm breath tickled his shaft.

Then she started licking around the head of his dick. It felt really good; the warm saliva coating his tip, her tongue working overtime to make his entire penis feel wetter.

"Oh my God," his eyes rolled back as Sophie began to suck on his cock. Bobbing her head up and down while sucking harder and harder. Alexander could feel his legs slowly melting from the pleasure, his toes curling as Sophie went deeper, reaching her throat.

It was the best feeling ever. Her warm mouth and the warm saliva against his sensitive cock, made him moan in satisfaction. It went on for a full minute until he felt something inside him building up.

"I'm gonna…come…," he breathed deeply, closing his eyes and clamping his hands on Sophie's head tightly. He released a long moan of pure bliss as his whole cock pulsated with pleasure.

Seconds later, his cock burst out cumming violently, filling Sophie's mouth and throat with his slimy essence. She gulped it all down eagerly.

After discharging all of his load, Alexander pulled his dick out slowly. Sophie wiped the semen that flowed out from her mouth and popped it into her mouth. She licked her lips with an almost orgasmic look in her eyes. "Your semen tastes so sweet...Alex," she murmured seductively.

***

Two hours later, the time was eight o'clock in the morning. The Romanoff Family were having their breakfast in the dining hall of the Winter Palace.

The Tsar and Tsarina arrived at the table rather pink in their cheeks and holding hands.

They are afraid to look at each other due to the lustful effects of a happily married couple.

They rather look at what their eating than suddenly be sexually aroused in front of family members.

"So, have you prepared all your things?" Alexander asked the three who were sitting across from him.

"Yes!" Anastasia said.

"Of course, brother," Christina said.

Tiffania simply nodded.

"Good. I'll be briefing you later about your trip to Yamato and introduce you to the guards that will protect you during your visit there," Alexander said.

"May I ask my brother?" Christina said.

"Of course," Alexander nodded. "What is it?"

"Uhm...why are we not taking the Trans-Siberian railway?"

"I wonder too...brother," Tiffania added.

"Because there is a faster transportation method that can get you to the Yamato Empire within a day..." Alexander explained and continued. "You'll see it soon and I promise you, it'll be unlike anything you've seen before," he grinned.

"Papa! Can I go with them?" Anya asked excitedly, bouncing in her seat.

"Unfortunately, no baby," Alexander shook his head.

Anya pouted and looked away, sulking a bit. "Why?"

"Because we are going to a different place with your mother, right darling?" Alexander placed a hand on top of Sophie's hand which is holding her spoon, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Sophie looked up into Alexander's eyes and returned his smile, nodding softly. "We're going to the Bavaria Kingdom in the Deutschland Empire, Anya. There you'll meet your grandfather, grandmother, and your aunt."

"Really? Yey!" Anya cheered.

Rolan, who was standing behind him, received a transmission from his earpiece. He nodded and approached Alexander. He leaned forward and whispered. "Your Majesty, the helicopter just landed in Palace Square."

"Understood," Alexander wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Okay girls, listen up. Our ride to the airport is here. Fix yourselves now."

...

At the Palace Square of the Winter Palace. Three SH-3 VIP transport helicopters were on the ground. The rotor blades were spinning at a high speed enough to create a gust of wind enough to flutter their clothes and their hairs.

The SH-3 cabin area is enough to fit all the Romanoffs inside. They sat in their respective seats. Christina, Tiffania, and Anastasia gaped in awe at the opulent interior of the helicopter.

"This is what we're riding, brother?" Tiffania asked.

"Nope. We're just using this helicopter to transport us to the airport located at Novaya Zemlya. There, you'll board the most advanced plane the Ruthenian has ever created."

"Sounds exciting," Christina sighed dreamily.

"Indeed. Now be seated, we're taking off soon," Alexander instructed as the pilot and the co-pilot of the helicopter reached out to the air tower control for clearance.

And once they got it, the helicopter slowly lifted up from the ground, rising up higher above it. The Ruthenian capital, St. Petersburg, skyline grew smaller and smaller on its tail as they flew towards the destination.