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“It would be wrong, and wicked.”
Ever since the alley, Rae hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that night. The way his laugh thrummed through her skin, mouth inches from its mark. His touch like sweet agony, cruelly never having traveled to her thighs. His outrageously smug and thus fiercely attractive smile.
She felt her head lifting off her shoulders each time it came to mind, a flush of blood in her nervous system all the way to the tops of her ears, like being dipped in a hot bath. Is this what eroticism felt like? After what seemed a lifetime of her body’s apathy to pleasure, this could consume her.
Her heart pounded when he was close to her, which was all the time, what with being a bodyguard, as if he produced fever through proximity. He of course, was as insouciant and biting as ever, pink lips in an ever zealous smirk. Twisting and flipping throwing knives between his nimble fingers, which would look much better inside-
She couldn’t keep up her villainy like this. Every time someone was horny in a story they made awful decisions and she was too smart for that. She had a story to save and characters to pair off. But considering how her thighs clenched every time he touched the small of her back to guide her through a crowd, her arousal was well out of the appropriate not horny/successful evil scheming ratio.
What was she to do? If only if he were a curmudgeonly old man that smelled of cheese, who was bald. That would do it. But instead, she had been cursed with a smokeshow of a minor character who made her concerned about the quantity of her clean underwear.
And the way he looked at her, as if she were the world. Eyes the colour of lye and soot rapt to her every command and wish. She would have to fix this. After all, every time the main pairing in a book ‘got it on’ for the first time, the rest of the story ran much more ‘smoothly’. She would end the chase now, and get this over with, that was it.
“Key. Come here my little minion.” She crooned, holding a glistening wet arm out of the bathtub, twiddling her fingers. He peeked behind the screen and immediately darted back, A sinuous forearm with a scrappy vambrace came into view, clutching a towel.
“My lady.”
“No no key, I said come here.” Emer had been sent off to ‘buy more sewing needles’ with a suggestive wink and lots of gold coins. Emer shivered with what was probably disgust and a reply of ‘of course my lady’ through teeth that one day might grind themselves to powder. “Emer is out on errands and I need…assistance.”
Key cleared his throat and stepped out from behind the panels, looking pointedly at and only eye level. She turned her head and could have sworn a blush was creeping up those usually colourless cheeks. Cute.
She took the towel, smiling in a way she hoped was lascivious. She was still unaccustomed to the movements of an assassin, and until she stood up, bath water dripping from every dip and curve, cascading in a cacophony of what she hoped were sensual dripping noises, she hadn’t noticed he was gone.
A murderous cad who respected her privacy? How dare he. She huffed, drying herself off rapidly and wrapping herself in her favourite robe. This would clearly require a more direct approach.
She stepped past the bath screen with a hand on her hip and a pout on her ever red lips. In the space of time since she had left the bath, he had somehow managed to drape himself over her chaise lounge like a languid cat, balancing two throwing knives on each index finger. His gaze was fixed on the wicked looking blades before darting to the sculpted curve of her waist, and nearly dropping them.
Before her bravado failed her like an ankle in a cheap shoe, she dropped the robe with as much drama as her trembling hands managed, stepping over it like a puddle. She had to act the part of a wanton harlot after all, so why not give it all she had?
“I said, you lady needs some assistance, so come. Here.” She purred, hoping seduction would kick in like muscle memory. Distantly, she heard several metal objects clattering to the floor. He was in front of her so fast she thought for a moment he had teleported. Her heart hammering and palms sweating, a small part of her brain panicked. She looked down at the floor for a moment. Could he tell how nervous she really was, how vulnerable she felt?
His gaze was pure fire. Hooded eyes stared with a ravenous hunger saved for an animal starved. No one had looked at her like that before. If she hadn’t known better, she wouldn’t have been sure if he wanted to have his way with her or rip her to shreds. She hoped he would do both.
“How may I serve?” His voice had dropped to octave reserved for violence. A thick timbre that set her nerves alight, a flourish of a whip from spine to toes. She gulped, hopefully not too visibly.
“On your knees.” She whispered, her voice husky. Without breaking eye contact he knelt, the intensity of his gaze never faltering. His hands obediently on the floor, as if he might pounce at her. An exquisite ache was building between her legs before he had even touched her, with his mouth on her, she might collapse. “Show me how you worship my altar.” She managed to get out, before her courage dissolved like her many bath oils.
“Your wish is my command.” He rasped, his wicked grin making her shiver. She gasped as he trailed a line with his tongue across her thighs, filthy and unembarrassed. His hands started feather light up her legs before reaching the curve of her ass. He growled and shoved his mouth onto her cunt, giving her no time to compose herself as he balanced her on his face, arms rippled with muscle and sinew.
She hadn’t expected it to be so…all encompassing, somehow. The warmth and wet of his mouth on her vulva, completely covering her, sensation and pure pleasure ripping through her like a tide as he laved at her clit. He needed no convincing to completely devour her, and he moaned with pleasure as his tongue entered her, tasting her.
Her breath came out in short gasps as she struggled to keep up, her mind spiraling into the moment to moment ecstasy.
This was a horrible mistake, there was no way she could only have this once. Her heart sank as she realised his mouth would become a crippling addiction from which there was no coming back from.
Suddenly, she felt cold air between her thighs as he removed himself, chin and lips shining with her arousal, adding a debauched air to his already catlike grin.
“A suggestion from your humble servant.” He hummed, hands caressing the tops of her thighs, his eyes flitted to the bed.
She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, let alone speak, and just weakly nodded and hoped that was enough. Without warning he picked her up, hands gripping her ass and she pulled him into a deep and filthy kiss, tasting herself, sweet, on his lips. He moaned, staggering forward to the bed, not breaking their kiss as laid her onto her back. She tangled her hands in his jet black hair, mussed and sticking up at every angle, grip so tight she thought it must have hurt, but he only got louder. She realized with a jolt he liked a little bit of pain.
With a boldness that she chose not to overthink, she kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin of his neck, scraping it with her teeth and running her fingertips down his pecks. The sound that came out of his mouth was unbidden, a whimper that sent an intoxicating snaps of pleasure through her core, she had to hear that again. She moved to leave more marks, but he stopped her, a hand gentle on her chest.
“If you keep going like that, I’ll lose control of myself.” This made the breath stop short in her chest. His eyes were blown out like a starless sky, glossy pupils dilated in a void of arousal. He was panting, the glow of sweat and a flush on his brow. She’d never seen anything like it and she wondered if she looked the same. Biting her lip she debated her choices. Her mind clouded by a fog of lust, she made what was arguably a very poor one.
“You haven’t already?” He blinked, eyes widening. “I release you from your leash.” She mouthed, pronouncing each word with care.
His brow creased, lips forming a hard line before coming to some internal conclusion.
He trembled, before practically lunging and sucking down hard on her nipples, roughly pawing at her chest. She couldn’t breathe, the air stuck in her throat the moment his teeth met her skin. He grabbed her face, his grip the very edge of gentle and met her with more kisses, deep and wet as he thrust himself against her. She could feel his cock grind right against her clit and reached her nails for his back, desperately trying to find skin. She was too aroused to be self conscious, too overwhelmed in all of her senses.
“Take it off.” She breathed, lifting his shirt to reveal the happy trail on his abdomen.
He tore it off with a flash, throwing it across the room without looking back. She massaged her hands across the planes of his chest, the definition in his shoulders and arms and she felt spoiled, a smile curving up the corners of her mouth. Grawing at her lip, moving slowly, she pressed her hand into his hardness, her fingertips dancing across the fabric. He sighed, a pleasant and pained sound, his eyes closing and brows knitting together. She wanted to do more, feel more, but before she could do anything he flipped her on top of him, lifting her as if she were made of air.
Fictional strength was truly quite something.
She yelped as he dragged her body up towards his chest, pressing her full bodyweight onto his face, his mouth. He stared up at her, unflinching as he wound his tongue inside her again, his moans sending vibrations through her pelvis. The eye contact made every sensation a thousand fold more intense. She realised he was assessing her every twitch and whimper like an enemies arteries.
“AH!” It was almost too much and she fought to breathe as pleasure climbed inside her. She was pretty sure the impending orgasm was happening far too fast to be real. This definitely didn’t happen in real life, or the first time. He was playing her like an upright banjo. She clapped a hand to her mouth, embarrassed at practically shouting her own licentiousness from the rooftops to anyone in the vicinity. He pulled her hand down, dragging it towards his unkempt hair, which she closed in her fist. She moaned harder and came to a sinful conclusion. She pushed his mouth harder into her, to the point he could barely breathe, and he gripped the luscious handles of her hips in response, holding onto her as if she were an unbroken mare.
“Mhmph!” He groaned, fingers digging into her so hard she was sure they would bruise, but the thought just made her shiver. Her bliss was at its crescendo, and she needed him to do exactly what he was doing, and never stop, or she would kill her own assassin. Riding his face, she abruptly stopped moving, letting out a shout and gasping for air as her orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer. The pleasure spread like a unruly sea across her body, leaving her trembling.
She carefully took her weight off, boneless, moving to lie down beside him when he wrapped his arms around her so they lay face to face. She regained oxygen whilst he swept an errant lock of hair, tucking it behind her ear.
“Are you satisfied, my lady?” His eyes were still ruin, black and endless in a way she couldn’t look away from. She sat up, looming over him like the evil villainess she was.
“No.” She whispered, taking great satisfaction at the way his mouth blossomed into another grin, wide eyed and hyperventilating. She shamelessly began to move her hands to his belt. Perhaps she had really gotten into character after all.
“Wait.” His hand delicately encircled her wrist with a gentleness that did not come naturally to him. “I-“ He sat up, eyes darting to the floor, smile disappearing. Oh no, she had messed up, somehow. As far as she understood, men loved it when you reached for their penis. Whoever had told her this lie immediately needed to be shot. “I don’t want to-” Oh, was he worried of taking advantage of her? Of staining her noble reputation? She laughed, manic and rich.
“Key the killer, defender of propriety? You needn’t worry, I am already a character of ill repute.” He snorted, trademark smirk returning.
“I couldn’t care less about honour, I don’t want to get you-“ He paused, gesturing to her stomach with awkward motions. The meaning hit her like a brick.
“OH. Oh. I see. No, that won’t happen.” She shook her head, giggling. One of the first things she looked up upon arriving in this world was birth control, just in case. After all, being the future emperor’s baby mama was not in her job description, that was Lia’s job. Upon asking Emer she looked at Rae as if she were a child who had just smeared poop on the walls, gruffly pulling open a drawer and revealing a cornucopia of sexual prophylactics. It seemed Lady Rahelia was evil, but not unprepared. There were teas, lotions, potions and something that ‘resembled’ a condom. Rae did not approve the latter. It made sense why despite their ‘dalliances’ in the books, she never fell ‘with child’. “I have already taken precautions and plan to take more after we are…completed.” She cleared her throat, coldly aware she was extremely naked and soaked between her legs.
“Ah.” Key replied, his voice quiet. Without saying another word he fell again to her knees, pressing a hand carefully into her stomach as if to say ‘lie down’. That ravenous look in his eyes had returned, and despite her recent climax, she immediately felt wet. She watched him place a thumb against her swollen clit, circling, and she bit her lip once more to stifle a whimper. This felt different, more purposeful than the wild affection displayed before. He blew air against her, fingers leaving dents in her ample thighs as he relished the way her body fluttered under his ministrations.
Tentatively, but with the expertise that he didn’t even have to look, he placed two fingers at her entrance, pushing inside. This was the first time anyone had done this to her, bar herself, and she was entranced by the pressure filling her. He pressed at an angle that made her shudder, and started to pump his fingers back and forth.
“Mmhm.” Her face felt hot and her back arched as went a little faster. “More.” He tenderly pressed his teeth into the apex between pussy and thigh as he added another, a whimper throwing her head back into the bedsheets. “Look at me, my lady.” He growled into her skin. She felt powerless to resist, the scene of him tucked into her thigh an image burned into her mind forever.
How was she meant to save herself, fix the story and lead the future emperor to glory when they could be doing this? When his fingers could be pulsing inside her as he dragged her to another aggressive and heady orgasm. When he could take her anywhere he wanted and she would let him, just to have another taste. She understood why people become obsessed with this, she would let this drive her mad at this moment. Her thoughts overcome with everything he could do to her, she came again, clenching around his fingers as he continued to finger fuck her to nirvana. Sweating, she grabbed his hand before she became too horny to speak coherently.
“Take off your clothes. Now. And show me.” She hoped she sounded sexy, rather than impatient, but based on the look his face, slack jawed and eyes firing like hot coals, he was ready to give her anything she wanted.
He threw his belt to the ground in a way that made her jump, the metal clanging onto the floor. He removed his vambraces, the lacing scraping with the speed he undid it. Rapidly unbuttoning himself, he removed his cock from his underwear and kicked his clothes to the side.
Her breath caught in her throat. He was not…insubstantial. She briefly worried he might not fit, having no perspective, or comparison. His cock hung low, slightly curved, heavy with arousal. At her direct gaze Key, champion of killers and shadow of the night, flushed with scarlet.
“I am to your liking?” He muttered, barely audible. He looked away, she had somehow made him shy, and the thought of it made her want to ride him into next week.
“Very much.” She purred. Overcome with bravado, and perhaps how powerful she felt, she moved onto her knees and gripped his cock in her hands. It was turn to gasp, eyes fluttering as she began to move her hand up and down. “So far I’ve removed your collar, and my mad dog is nothing more than a puppy.” She had no idea what had come over her, she had barely survived the past two orgasms. What on earth was she inviting. He glared at her in a way that brought a tremor to her knees. A twisted smile unfolded on his angled face, sharper than any of his knives.
“The lady wants a mad dog? She gets.” He murmured, before enveloping her ear with his tongue and sending a chill down her back.
He yanked her to standing, whipping her around with no effort whatsoever so her back was to him. “Grab onto the bedposts.” She did what she was told, adrenaline sharpening her senses out of her blissful delirium. He pressed one of his arms, taught with muscle across her chest. Her breath hitched as he lined himself up with her entrance, a sudden fear fluttering in her stomach. What if this hurt? What if he was too large? Noticing her tension he placed soothing kisses to her neck, giving her a moment to gain her bearings and adjust before he carefully began to press into her.
She moaned unabashedly as the delicious, distinctive fullness. It didn’t hurt at all, in fact, his body perfectly fitted against her, sculpted hipbones landing to rest against her hips and ass. He pressed his chest against her back as she stretched to accommodate, feeling a smoldering pleasure across her hips as the curve of his cock made him reach deeper. Smiling against her skin at her unbridled pleasure, he tightened his grip on her, reaching another arm across her stomach until he had her pinned against him. He slowly, at first, snapped his hips, grunting at the exquisite impact of skin on skin. She cried out, different parts of her insides lighting up as he began to ravage her. Her fingernails clung to the wooden carvings of her bedposts, more vipers, as he fucked her.
An illicit thrill ran through her blood at the thought that she could do nothing, Key’s strength was immovable compared to her, and in this moment she was just a tool for his own pleasure. This was untrue, as his care to not hurt her was immeasurable and he would obey her every command. But the fantasy of being of service to him lingered in her mind like a brand on her skin. She hadn’t realised she was screaming with ecstasy, she felt far away from conscious thought, adrift at the fuzzy boundary of where she finished and Key began like a sailor lost at sea. Their skin melding together like steel and velvet.
She began to come back to herself when she noticed Key trembling, breath shuddering as he pounded into her. “I’m close-“ He couldn’t manage a full sentence, as he was interrupted by his own loud cries of pleasure. “Can I-” She understood what he was asking, and pushed her ass harder into his thrusts. “Your lady permits.” She gasped, intoxicated by the idea of him finishing inside her, claiming him fully as hers. Granting him permission, he tilted her head to his for something too depraved to be called a kiss, tongues leaving the other’s face wet with spit. She turned to look at his face, the opportunity to see Key lose himself too good to waste, and was not disappointed. His face contorted into an expression that almost looked pained, eyes shut as his sharp and beautiful features strained in delirious pleasure. The whimpers he elicited were the sounds of heaven, broken and exquisite. “Ah!” He gasped as he came in one heady stroke, stilling and panting against her neck.
Their collective breaths filled the air as she dragged him into bed, resting his head on her breast. Once he had learned how to breathe again, he gazed at her, eyes as bright as she had ever seen, shimmering ashen glass. “Did I please you, mistress?”
“You were excellent, my favourite pet.” She hummed, planting a kiss on his forehead.
She wish she could have snapshotted the joy that spread across his features, before they both passed out, exhausted.
She would have to have him again.