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I walked down the hall towards Licht's room; it was the last place I remembered my book, The Merciful Crow, physically being in. I'd camped out in his bedroom last night to read it to him—or rather, I read out loud for about an hour before I realized he'd fallen asleep. I'd followed his lead and fell asleep myself, waking up early to return to the bookstore (and to avoid being caught by anyone else). The book must've been left behind when I hurried back to my own room.
I approached the door, tentatively knocking a few times before calling out his name, "Licht?" A beat of silence. No response.
"Licht?" I repeated. "I'm coming in, okay?"
I let myself in. The room was dim and cold; a sliver of daylight had slipped through a crack in his curtains, casting across the floor and landing where I stood in the doorway. A light breeze flew in from the open window. He wasn't in the immediate room. His bed was neatly made, nothing out of place. I scanned the room. Just as I thought I might leave and look for the book elsewhere, I heard a doorknob turn.
His bathroom door opened, and Licht stepped out with a towel slung around his waist, one hand clutching something to his side, the other reaching up from the door to scratch at his damp hair. He stopped when he noticed me, his face seeming to soften at me.
"Hey, did you need something?" he asked.
I felt my face grow hot with the sight of him. My eyes trailed the slope of his chest down to his abdomen, lean and illuminated by the soft glow of a few candles left lit in the bathroom behind him. His towel hung limply, dipping slightly below the v-shaped grooves along his hips. I watched his free hand reach down to hike the slipping towel up, better covering the lines I'd been foolishly ogling. I swallowed harshly and snapped my eyes up to meet his. I couldn't tell for sure, but between the warm lighting of his bathroom and the hazy dark of his unlit room, I'd swear his face had gone as red as mine felt.
"I-I'm sorry, I was..." I stammered out. Stop being a perv. His head tilted curiously as he watched me recollect myself. I cleared my throat and continued, "I was looking for my book. The one I had last night."
He glanced down at the object tucked into the side of his body. "Oh," he spoke, "I have it here. I read through it a little in the bath since I fell asleep on it last night."
I smiled at his sheepish expression. "And? What did you think?"
"It's interesting, I'll say," he answered, letting go of the towel again to flip through the book. "I stopped at the beginning of chapter three: 'Fie didn't intend to punch the boy, but she did all the same.' It's not a book I would've expected you to pick up, though. I thought you preferred romances."
I felt giddy at the idea that he'd thought of me at all. "It does get a bit romantic, but it's more of a fantasy book. It's pretty exciting, actually!"
Licht slipped a soft smile for a moment. "Well, here. Sorry to leave you looking for it."
He held it out to me, but stayed fixed in his spot at the bathroom door. My heart raced at the thought of him inviting me into his room after a bath, before he'd even had time to fully dress himself. The towel threatened to drop from his hips at any moment, leaving me both yearning to see him completely undone, and fearing the awkwardness of his towel accidentally exposing him. I could see his chest rise lightly with every breath, water droplets collecting on his lithe shoulders from his untouched hair.
I imagined myself wrapping my arms around his neck, breathing in the scent of soap and warmth, kissing along the column of his throat down to his collarbone, where I'd lick the water clean from him, and he'd drop the book in his hand and lead me gently to the ground on my knees, and his towel would finally give way and I'd—
I stood in front of him, taking the book in my hands that now trembled ever so slightly. "I'm sorry to intrude on you," I began.
"I-it's alright," he stuttered, looking from me to his hands, "I like...you being here."
My eyes caught back on to his wet hair. Up close, the silver strands had darkened to a light gray. Before I could stop myself, I'd reached up to brush away the hair plastered to his forehead, and then my fingers trailed along the edge of his face, cupping his cheek. The warmth radiating off his dampened skin burned my hands in the chilled bedroom.
Past his body I could see the wet footprints he'd left on the bathroom tile. The melting candles flickered quietly. No noise could be heard besides those quiet sparks and the gentle wind creeping in from his window. I longed to have been in there with him, laid across his chest in the tub of warm water, listening to the way his heart beat and the sound of him flipping the pages of my book right above my head.
We'd have been pressed together, embracing to suck in each other's warmth before the cold air could draw it away. The feel of his body against mine, legs bent around me as I curled up in his lap, his length nested between us. If only I'd arrived a bit sooner. Maybe I would've caught him....
His head shifted, nuzzling into my hand. "Emma?" I felt him question, his lips moving against the palm of my hand. He looked down on me through lidded eyes, the typical red color of them completely eaten up by the black of his pupils. My head swam under his gaze.
Though his expression appeared flat, calm and unreadable, his eyes sparked as he suddenly pulled me into him by my waist. My breath hitched in my throat; the book in my hand fell at our feet as I caught myself on his chest, my fingertips smudging the water pooling on his shoulder.
"Licht?" I said without thinking, without really having anything to say. I moved my other hand from his face to the back of his neck.
"I missed you while you were gone," he spoke. "What are you thinking about?" His hands tightened around my waist, fingertips pressing into the fabric of my bodice. I let out an uneasy chuckle. Something about the way he was focused on me now left me embarrassed, but I didn't want him to turn away.
"You," I answered.
I leaned up towards him on the tips of my toes, almost grazing his nose with mine. His lips curved again into a smile as he pressed his forehead to mine. It was absolutely unfair how one hint of his smile was enough to completely dumbfound me. I grinned back at him, feeling dizzy.
Without another word, he pressed his lips into mine, catching my top lip between his teeth. Eyes closed, I inhaled him and pushed back his kiss with my own. Desire coiled low in my stomach and high in my chest, my heart fluttering so quickly I was sure it was hitting into him. I tasted water on his lips and the faint burn of a candle. Then there was the feeling of his hands on me—pulling me into him, gripping me tightly, sliding down to knead my ass between his fingers through the ruffle of my skirt. A groan rumbled low in his throat as he toyed with me.
My tongue flicked at his lips; he held my chin between his thumb and forefinger and moved my mouth open wider to suck at my tongue in response. I whimpered against him, letting him bruise the inside of my mouth. He tugged on my bottom lip now, breathing me in. Between my thighs, a wanton heat grew, and I pressed against his body, aching to feel him more. His other hand continued to grope me desperately. I moaned into his mouth at the feeling of him gripping me through my unfortunate layers of clothing.
"I missed you too, Licht," I whispered, breaking away from his lips. He continued to pepper kisses against the corners of my mouth, my cheeks, the edge of my jaw, towards my ear.
"I thought about you," his voice was low with heat in my ear. He pressed a kiss beneath my earlobe, inciting my shiver.
I curled both hands into his hair, ruffling the feathery wisps at the nape of his neck. He thought of me.
"W-what did you think of?" I pleaded to know.
Licht kissed my cheek again, pulling back just enough to look at me with dark eyes and a flushed face. His eyes darted from mine to my body, looking hesitant for a moment.
"...Of what I'd like to do to you, if you'd let me," he breathed. Though he looked unsure, possibly afraid to push me, his fingers still traveled up my body, rounding over my shoulder now and holding me in place. The hand that had held my face now brushed gently against the pulse in my neck. "I'm not myself around you. You should take some responsibility."
A command, not a request. He reached up and grabbed my own hand in his hair. He brought it down to his towel and laid my hand over his groin where I felt the hardness of his cock rising. I squeezed gently, watching to see the change in his expression. I smiled when a moan escaped his lips, his eyes rolling down to look as I rubbed my thumb where I felt the vague shape of his head. He hissed in a sharp breath, hips twitching into my hand.
"Can we lay down?" he asked me.
I blinked owlishly at him, and then gave him a rough kiss with a nod of my head. "Okay," I whispered against his lips.
I turned away to walk towards his bed, intending to keep his fingers loosely in my hand as he trailed behind me. Instead, he slipped his hand away, making me pause for a moment to look at him. He walked over to the window, his scarred back facing me, and pulled the curtain aside a bit, and closed the breezy window. Light spread into the room from the afternoon sun, pouring onto his pale skin and silver hair. The side of his face was lit up for a split second, radiant in the orange glow, and my heart clenched. He turned back to me to rejoin me, all the while I watched the tent under his towel as he moved.
I sat down on the edge of his bed, taking his face in my hands when he grew close and kissing him harshly. His hands reached down to cup my breasts, squeezing and kneading at the flesh.
"Hey," I spoke softly against him, "would you undo my top for me?"
He nodded quietly, another kiss pressed to my mouth as he got to work clawing at the laces of my bodice. He helped me shake the garment off, and then began undoing the buttons of my blouse. At the last button, he tugged roughly and I heard a pop as it flew to the floor. Licht placed a quiet apology on my lips; I smiled into the kiss as my blouse came off. He sighed at the sight of my chemise underneath.
"How many layers of clothing do you have?" he quipped, eyes darting up to meet mine.
I laughed and began to shimmy out of my long skirt. He helped pull it down my legs as I kicked my shoes off in the process. He lifted my chemise off my body and I was left in my underwear and a pair of stockings that just reached above my knees. His hands trailed along my body, fingers tracing a line from my breasts to the tops of my thighs. I felt his eyes on every part of me. I squirmed in my seat, bringing my hands up to cover my chest.
Instead though, my hands flew to catch myself when he knelt down, hooked his arms around my legs, and pulled me forward. My back hit his mattress, hands gripping the edge of his bed, a startled noise escaping from my mouth. Licht hovered over me and nestled his face in the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there. I let out a short moan, my hands firm on his back now, feeling the textured skin underneath my fingertips.
"I adore you; don't cover yourself up now," he rasped. His hand slid down over the top of my underwear, rubbing against my clit through the fabric.
I whimpered with a quiet, "I won't."
His mouth sucked and marked across my neck. My legs, slung over his shoulders, spread apart further as he gently rubbed small circles with his fingers; wetness seeped through the fabric. His kisses began to move downward, placing his lips on my collarbone, and then stopping over one of my breasts. He settled his lips on my nipple and teased with his tongue. My back arched against my will, leaning up into the warmth of his mouth and the friction of his hand. The only sounds in the room, in the whole palace it seemed, were that of my quick breathing and Licht's mouth.
He sucked again on my other breast, lapping his tongue against my skin, and then made his way down my stomach, peppering kisses along the way. My body felt as if it would cave in beneath him; I was overcome with a pulsating want, a desperate desire to feel him in me in any way I could have. There was the beam of sunlight lighting up the top of his head, warming my hands still in his hair, the way his fingers massaged my clit almost too roughly, making my body twinge and writhe. I clenched my stomach to keep myself from cumming already, trying to keep my hips from rocking against him.
Licht brought his mouth over my underwear, replacing his hand, and kissed me through the fabric. The wet cloth stuck to my skin; I felt empty, and my hole throbbed at the thought of having him. All he did was mouth over me, kissing and rubbing my wetness with delicate fingers, teasing me. Every hair on my body was standing up, much too alert and aware of the feeling of his breath on me, of his erect cock hiding beneath the towel still tied around him.
The sigh of relief that left me as he slid my underwear down seemed to make him chuckle, as if my agony amused him. His breath chilled my slick cunt. He spread my lips with his fingers and toyed with my clit again, and the sensation of being touched with nothing in the way almost made me lose the little control I had left. One of his fingers flicked up and down, sliding through my wetness, avoiding my hole. Not just yet, but soon, I hoped.
"How are you this wet already, Emma?" he teased, fingers rubbing up and down. "God, look at you...."
I groaned, muttering, "All for you, Licht, all for you."
I heard him breathe out a curse, and then his mouth was on me, fingers spreading me wide and open so he could fully tongue at my clit. My hips bucked towards his mouth, chasing after his tongue, my body unable to control the moans I let out now. He buried his face in between my legs, nuzzling into me. He lapped at the slick leaking from me, drinking me in, a starving man who'd finally gotten a meal. Licht dragged his tongue through my pussy, rubbing across my folds, and I rocked up and down into him, trying as best I could to ride his face while laying flat on my back.
I felt his tongue now swirl at my entrance, shoving his face deeper between my legs. It dug into me and he slurped obscenely as he tasted me, his hands clutching the flesh of my thighs. His tongue stabbed in and out of me in quick bursts; the tension in my stomach grew. I imagined what he looked like below, cock hard and throbbing, untouched, his face drenched because of me; he seemed to enjoy every second of fucking me with his mouth. My body burned the more he lapped at my walls.
His mouth retreated then, and a kiss was pressed onto my hole. He brought his attention back to my clit, his tongue alternating between swirling and flicking. Fluid dripped down from my entrance and my clit, slick and swollen from his work, throbbed in his mouth.
I cursed his name, wriggling down to meet his motions, aching to feel more. I pulled on his hair absentmindedly and the wet sounds that had filled the room were disturbed by his muffled, throaty groan. My body vibrated from the sound, legs trembling and my breath coming in pants. I ignored the vague noise of footsteps in the hall in favor of fucking my pussy back onto him. When the steps grew closer, I moaned louder than before without a second thought, as if to let them know that the sixth prince was too busy for anyone else. The noise paused, and then I heard them retreat.
"Licht, please," I suddenly begged, yearning to feel his erection in me. "Please, fuck me, please."
He drew me into his mouth, suckling at me one last time before releasing me. His fingers found my entrance and he forced them into me. My breath left my chest sharply, and he pushed in and out of me, releasing a series of squelching noises that left my face beet red with embarrassment and lust.
"You want me?" he questioned. "Say you want me. You want my dick in you, huh?" He punctuated his taunt with a slam of his fingers.
"I-" my voice caught in my throat, a groan cutting through me instead, "-I want you." I needed him. To feel his heat in me, all around me. I needed to let him use me.
He stood up, never ceasing his movement inside of me. He stared at me, cheeks flushed and a foreign mischievous grin taking over his face. His swollen lips and his chin both glinted wetly. Dark eyes bore into me, tearing across my body. His pale body loomed over me, shoulders and chest moving quickly, though he seemed confident, as if what he was doing now was nothing. Meanwhile, shudders wracked my body every time his fingers reentered me, my lower back curving up from the blanket, my free hands now gripping my breasts, squeezing and rolling to self-soothe.
I couldn't handle the look on his face; I brought my eyes down to watch his fingers disappearing into me, his slender hand working me to my breaking point.
"You look so pretty," he mused.
I chuckled at the compliment, my voice cracking. He removed his towel with his free hand, finally releasing his thick cock. He squeezed it, jerking it up and down, precum beading at the tip.
"Do I make you feel good, Emma? Do you like this?"
He curled his fingers up inside me, rubbing against my walls. A mewling sound rushed out of me, my body clenching around him. I saw his face, waiting for my confirmation. How he could still doubt himself by now, I didn't know.
"I love it," I breathed. "I adore you, Licht. You're the only man that can do this to me."
His hand stripped the shaft of his cock faster now, his breath escaping him shakily. Praise. Licht wanted my praise. To remind him I wanted him, despite what he thought of himself.
While his two fingers worked inside of me, I slid my own hand down to join him. I took my own middle finger, shaking with anticipation and embarrassment and excitement and want, and rubbed down on my clit. My finger moved with practiced ease, having done this many times before to the thought of Licht doing exactly what he was now: ruining me. My legs twitched. I moved in small circles on myself, Licht helping by sliding in and out of me.
I caught more of my own wetness on my finger, using it to soften the friction against my clit. I moaned, flicking faster, watching as Licht stroked himself to the sight of me. My free hand laid on my breast, rolling and pinching my nipple between my fingertips. A mewl escaped me once more, my hips bucking up into the air.
My heart raced. I felt an incredible rush of adrenaline at being able to give Licht a show. At the same time, he moaned to himself, fucking up into his own hand. His tip cried with precum. He removed his fingers from inside me, dripping wet, and rubbed what was left on him on his shaft, massaging it in and and twisting his hand around the head. My heat throbbed while I watched him jerk himself off, taking in the view of his cock curving up, standing rock solid.
I studied the angry red of his tip, the way his stomach clenched as he rubbed himself, the wet sound of my own fluid lubing his hand, his eyes squeezing tight together, his mouth slightly open as he huffed and groaned. I whined, matching his noise, dipping my fingers into my own opening and then returning to abuse my clit. I gyrated onto my hand, toes curling. His eyes opened to watch me; invigorated by his gaze on me, I hooked my own fingers into myself again, sliding in and out, and suddenly I felt my body tighten.
My thighs twitched and trembled, my legs shaking. I cried out, my voice surely disturbing anyone who may have been nearby. My back arched up, and my orgasm broke in me. I felt my cum seeping out of me, slowly leaking down my legs.
But it hadn't satiated me; if anything, it made my desire grow worse. I longed to have something fill me up. I looked to Licht, who had been stroking himself, slack-jawed and eyes nearly closed again.
"I w-want you inside me," I croaked.
He nodded absently. Without warning, he knelt down again and spread me open. Then, his tongue shot out, lapping at the wet freely flowing from me. I writhed beneath him with a moan, bordering on the feeling of overstimulation. He licked at my heat, wanting to taste my release.
I watched him as he pulled away, wiping his mouth with a satisfied grin. He straightened himself again, cock swinging freely.
"Sorry," he began, "I had to."
As he spoke, I saw him pull the skin of his shaft back, gathering at the base of his cock, and squeezing lightly. Then, finally, he replaced the emptiness in my entrance with the head. He first swiped back and forth through the mixture of spit and cum, and then slammed into me swiftly. His head rolled back, long ruffled hair falling into half-lidded eyes, his hands grasping my hips and pulling me in tight against him. Air rushed out of my chest as I groaned loudly, my fingers curling into the bed now.
Licht leaned over me again, bracing himself on either side of me with his arms. I reached out to push his hair from his eyes. He swallowed harshly and placed a kiss on my forehead, his lips wet and his breath heavy.
"Put your legs up," he said.
I lifted my legs slowly, unsurely, until he moved to bend them at the knees, pushing them to my chest. I hissed, studying the way his fingers dug into my skin.
With his hands holding me in place, he drew back and forced his cock into me again. My body felt ready to split in half at the intrusion, an addictive burning feeling swirling in my lower abdomen. He moved in and out of me quickly now, his rhythm never ceasing. He pounded into me recklessly. The slap of skin hitting skin became muffled in my ears, my mind only focusing on the feeling of being fucked again and again by him.
"I want you to use me," I continued. "I want to make you cum...to make you feel good...."
My pussy clenched around him when he used his thumb to quickly rub at my clit. His eyes were focused on his own movements, my body for a moment being purely for his own pleasure and entertainment. His cock was shoving into me hard, and each hit felt as if he had stolen a piece of me for himself. My breath huffed out of me while I gave away my body to him.
He panted above me. His thrusts burned the inside of my body, right to my core. Hands roamed over my skin, hooking fingers on to my lips, grazing my nipples, caressing my stomach, brushing my hair from my eyes...I felt loved all over.
I caught his hands gripping my breasts, and held him there by his wrists. Through my eyelashes, I looked up at him. He breathed heavy through his mouth, bright red sprouting on his cheeks. His tongue shot out to lick at his lips. Finally, he locked eyes with me, a soft smile gracing his features. I admired the sight of everything, memorizing the formation of him; the two beauty marks dotting underneath his eye, his thin eyebrows, his overgrown hair, the dark smudge of his eyelashes.
My eyes traced his jawline, down to his neck. Unmarked; I should fix that. In a rush, I pulled him down to my chest, breaking his rhythm, and nipped at the curve where his shoulder and neck met, my head fitting into the space nicely. I sucked at the spot, drawing his skin into my mouth until I released him with a pop. Dark red bloomed where my mouth had laid. I grinned down at it and moved on to his shoulder to do the same.
Licht groaned beneath me, his cock slowing to allow me to mark his untouched skin. I felt as if I couldn't have enough of him; there wasn't enough time to cover every inch of his body with myself, it seemed. I leaned back to face him and cemented my lips to his, slipping my tongue into him. His teeth bit gently at my lips. His kisses were wet and hot, leaving me gasping for air in between. His cock stilled in me for a moment as we did nothing but lap at each other's mouths. My lips buzzed with every kiss, every press into my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him to me tightly.
I pulled back then, nudging his chin up with my nose. He complied, looking up towards the ceiling in order to show me the full expanse of his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed; I kissed around that first, and then moved around his neck, pecking and licking where I went. My mouth grazed the crook of his jaw; I sucked roughly at the skin there, leaving another bruise behind, eliciting a soft moan from him. One that everyone could see.
My head fell back and he straightened his back upright again. He brought his hand up to rub at the freshest bruise on his skin, and his hips snapped forward, regaining his earlier rhythm. He hissed through clenched teeth with each thrust. The rougher he went, the more I bounced back and forth on his cock. I held my breasts down during the movement, noticing the way he studied the flesh squished beneath my fingers.
His hips grew more erratic, beating into my cunt recklessly. I raised myself up on my elbows for a better view of his length drilling me. I sighed and cursed, watching him lose his composure fully. The way he lost himself in me felt nothing short of a fantasy.
"Fuck, Licht," I murmured. My head rolled back; I moved my hand to toy lightly with my clit while he moved in and out of me, my body growing numb and hot all at once. "Do I feel good on your cock? I'm all yours." My breath stuttered with his thrusts. "Only- yours-"
And then, with a cry, he ripped himself out of me with an urgent "fuck, fuck." He milked his girth for a second until his cum shot across my body, white lacing my chest and stomach. My hole throbbed, clenching around the feeling of emptiness once more. I felt raw; I felt slick and hot and buzzing all over.
"Fuck, Emma," he muttered, furrowing his brow as he watched his own hand around his cock, squeezing up and down as white leaked from him. He shook himself over me, beading the last of his cum on to my skin. "Sorry."
I swallowed, trying to wet my dry throat. With a lazy smile, I spoke, "Why are you apologizing? I said I wanted you to cum, didn't I?"
A sheepish look donned Licht's face, but he smiled back still.
"Sorry for making a mess," he muttered.
One last huff of breath, and then I laughed at his words. "It's okay," I said. I dragged my fingers through it and wiped it on his shoulder.
Licht cringed at me, stepping back and grabbing the towel from the floor.
"Did you enjoy it?" he questioned, wiping his shoulder off.
I nodded vigorously. "I meant what I said—you're the only one who makes me feel like this, the only one I want to be with, in every way."
He paused, towel in hand, and stared at me, the red returning to his eyes. "You're too earnest."
Though he rejected my words, he cleaned me off with his soiled towel, lovingly brushing my sweaty hair from my face and pressing a kiss to my forehead.