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It should be a crime to have one of these long, boring meetings on the king’s birthday. But the harvest season was in full swing and trade routes needed to be established and import and exports needed to be negotiated. Marcille really didn’t care about this kind of thing but she had to be there. As the Royal Court Magician, it was her duty to be by Laios’ side and look threatening. Or at least like she cared.

Today though, her mind was on other things. The soft droning of Yaad’s voice was easily drowned out when Laios was casually sliding his foot along the inside of her leg. They hadn’t been able to spend much time together lately and it was getting to both of them. Laios wasn’t this openly flirtatious and she had been spending the last week scheming one of her many gifts for him.

All of this together left Marcille embarrassingly horny. She had always had a bit of a monster of a libido. Bodice rippers and warm baths were usually enough to quell the fire to something more manageable but lately? Ha. Tall-men were well known for their stamina and Laios was particularly stellar in that field. He could leave her boneless and begging for more without breaking a sweat.

He was also annoyingly gentle. She could practically feel the self-restraint rolling off of him when they made love. The way he held her delicately but dug his fingers into the bedding. The way he whispered soft confessions of love and admiration but swore to himself when he came. The annoyingly, painfully soft way he mouthed at her skin but bit his own arm to keep quiet. At first, she was thankful for it. Sex had been awkward and painful in the beginning but now? Their bodies were well versed in fitting together and she wanted more from him.

As soon as this meeting was over, she planned to drag him back to his rooms and demand he do with her what he will. Sure, she wanted to be ravished but she also really wanted to see that other side of him. Just a bit longer..

Yaad stood and Marcille looked up from where she was trying not to squirm in her chair. Laios stood as well, raising his hand to end the meeting. Everyone followed, standing before turning to say their goodbyes. Marcille had absolutely no idea what had been said but she’d find out later. Probably. The only thing she was worried about being plowed was herself.

She tugged on Laios’ sleeve, keeping him back. “Just a moment of your time, your Majesty.” Her voice was sugar sweet. He gave her a confused look, head tilting to one side. While their relationship wasn’t exactly a secret, it wasn’t public information either. Marcille very pointedly ignored the look on Kabru’s face as he invited the other courtiers to drinks.

As soon as the room was empty, Marcille stood on her tiptoes and pulled Laios down for a kiss. He grinned against her lips, hands snaking around her waist. When they pulled apart, his face was a delicious shade of red. A color she’d only ever seen grace the Toudens’ cheeks. Very cute. “I have a present for you, back in your room.” The mage slipped her fingers into the front of his cape, pulling him forward as she leaned back against the table.

Laios peered down at her, fingers drumming on the table behind her. “Could I have it here?” His knee slipped between her’s, nudging them apart. How had he figured out her plan so quickly? Or at least part of it. Maybe it was the way she was slowly working the buttons of his doublet loose.

She looked over her shoulder before turning back to him. “Only if you make a promise.” They had never done anything outside of one of their rooms. Well, except that one time, behind the shed in the garden. But that was just kissing and a little fingering. He crushed her against him as he leaned over her to clear off the table.

“Anything, I promise.” His breathing had picked up and they hadn’t done anything. He was still being so careful with her. If he wanted, he could bend her over the table and take her however he wanted. But he never, ever initiated. She could tell when he wanted to but no, he was too careful. Maybe she could finally break him of that.

The mage made a small noise as she pushed herself up onto the table, spreading her legs invitingly. Laios wasted no time stepping between them, sliding his hands up her thighs and messing up her dress in the process. “Anything? You should be careful about the kinds of deals you make, your Majesty.” Her grin was far more confident than she felt. Doubt was trying to claw its way in but he was petting the skin on the back of her thighs and damn it. “I want you to let loose. Stop being so gentle with me.” Marcille leaned forward to press a kiss to his partially bare chest.

“Don’t hold back.”

He looked down at her, pupils blown wide. “Are you sure?” He spoke gently, as if even his voice might break her. She huffed and pulled him down for a proper kiss. She sank her teeth into his bottom lip, earning a growl in return.

“So sure. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. Do you know how many times I’ve touched myself thinking of you biting me? Claiming me?” Her cheeks were a deep red, how could she say such things? “Sometimes I even think about being ravaged by the monster king.” How dare he ruin her like this.

Before she could speak again, he was pulling away from her. Had she said something wrong? Had she upset him? Marcille opened her mouth to speak only to promptly shut it again. The king was on his knees, forcing her legs apart. “Laios?” Had she fucked up?

He looked up at her, holding her gaze as he turned his head and bit her leg. Pleasured pain shot straight to her core. “Try again. It’s your Majesty to you.” There was that special authoritative voice he only used for really important things. She had always found it attractive but now? She wasn’t sure she’d get through the next meeting without ruining her undergarments.

“Sorry,” His eyes narrowed, “Sorry.. your Majesty .”

“Good girl.” A kiss was planted on her thigh and she felt the familiar itch of healing magic. When had he learned that? And why did he think he could talk to her that way?! She was a powerful court mage! She wanted to plant a foot on his shoulders and shove him away but he was currently taking her underwear off.

There was something extra lewd about being spread out on the table as he buried his face into her cunt. She brought her hand up to cover her mouth only to have it snatched away. The king drags his teeth along her clit before pushing himself up. “Don’t you dare be quiet. I want everyone to know who you belong to.” As if to punctuate his statement, he bites her thigh again. Her cries echo in the massive room but she doesn’t move to stop them.

He takes his time savoring her. Oral has always been a favorite of his but he’s moving at an agonizing pace. He knows exactly how hard to suck her clit, knows exactly how deeply he needs to sink his fingers before curling them, exactly how to make her orgasm as quickly as possible. But today? He builds her up before pulling back to bite her thigh. The first time is fun enough, the second has her gasping, the third time makes her whine, by the fourth she’s trying to fuck herself on his face. He keeps moving though, letting her sit on the edge of an orgasm with no relief.

He finally pulls away, standing up and untying the front of his pants. Marcille squirms, watching him palm his cock. It’s leaking and she wants nothing more than to clean it up. She doesn’t even really enjoy oral but today? She’d do anything for him today. Laios has other plans though. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand (Which is so gross and unkingly and makes her whine ) before pushing her skirts up.

They pool around her waist and she’s about to reprimand him for messing them up but he’s leaning forward. He plants a gentle kiss on her neck, betraying what he’s about to do. She brings a hand up to pet his hair and then his teeth are sinking into her choker. Suddenly his head snaps back and she stares at him in disbelief. Her choker! It hangs limply from his mouth and he doesn’t even dignify it by setting it down, spitting it onto the floor instead. Anger dies on her lips when he leans forward and sinks his teeth into her neck.

It hurts. Like really hurts, and if he ever stops she’s going to kill him. Her body arches against his, a strangled cry escaping her. Marcille digs her nails into his shoulders, annoyed that his doublet is still on, protecting him. Annoyance is pushed back as he stops for a moment. He looks at her and she shudders against him. He’s going to ruin her. She can feel it. For a moment, she thinks he’s going to kiss her but he opts for biting her instead. This time he bites into the flesh at the crook of her neck and shoulder.

Tears well up in the corners of her eyes and for a moment he looks like he’s going to stop. To keep him there, she digs her fingers into his hair, pressing him against her. A low, dark laugh is barely audible from where his teeth are sunk into her. One of the hands on her hips dips between their legs. It takes him a moment of fumbling but he’s sinking into her.

It hadn’t been that long but she’s so aroused, so tight, that it’s almost painful. She squirms against him but he doesn’t move. There’s a slick popping as he moves to bite her other shoulder, then her neck again, then her chest. Each one leaves an angry red mark and makes her clench around him. Occasionally he growls back, his cock twitching inside of her.

The denied orgasm threatens to sneak up on her again, the heat lingering in her belly. But he won’t move. All he does is bite her, again and again and again. Frustration wells up in the form of tears and she finally tries to get away from him. His grip on her hips keeps her in place so she settles for flopping bonelessly onto the table.

“Are you okay?” He’s so stupidly, endearingly kind. She hates it. She hates him. She folds her arms across her chest in defiance. He starts to pull away again but she hooks her ankles around his hips. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Marci~” He sing-songs her name, leaning down to plant a kiss on her face. “I don’t know what you want.” Doesn’t she remember how bad he is at reading people? Okay, he’s also being a bit cheeky. He knows exactly what she wants.

She huffs, rubbing her face in an effort to hide from his gaze. “I told you what I want already..” The mage tightens around him, trying to wiggle her hips. “I want to be ravaged.” Gods, she’s so cute. Does she know how cute she is? He wants to ruin her.

“Then beg for it.” He leans down over her, bumping his nose against her’s. “I want you to beg for it. Beg your king for his cock, as if you’re worthy of it.” Marcille clings to the faint tremble she hears in his voice. He’s just as nervous about this as she is and that bolsters her.

And it’s not like she didn’t think things would go this way. She had hoped they would. It’s still a bit embarrassing. It takes her a second to find her courage and she absolutely cannot look at him. “Please.” Her words feel thick and whiny, “Please, your Majesty. I need you.” His fingers grip her chin, forcing her to look at him. She tries to feign anger instead of fear. “I need your.. I need your cock.” Laios licks his lips but doesn’t move.

“Please, Lai-Your Majesty. Please fuck me. I know I’m not worthy but I need it. I need you.” She bucks her hips against his, “I’ll be good, I promise.” She’s not sure exactly what she said but it was good enough for him. Or maybe the way she was wiggling against him was getting to be too much.

It didn’t really matter to Marcille. Her ability to think about anything other than the cock pumping in and out of her was gone. He slipped his fingers into her mouth, prying it open so their tongues could slide together as he fucked her. It was gross but she didn’t care. She didn’t even care when he ripped her bodice open. Or when he began to bite her chest and nipples. It was like gentle had been removed from his vocabulary and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

He was overwhelming her senses. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air and the sounds of her cries and his growls reverberated off the stone walls. Every ounce of her skin was soaked in sweat and saliva and him . His fingers were salty as they pressed against her tongue and it was her new favorite flavor. His massive frame covered her’s, blocking her from the world and filling her vision with him. He was the sun and he had eclipsed her.

Her first orgasm started the moment he sank his teeth into her breast and didn’t seem to stop. Her nerves felt like they were on fire but Laios seemed undaunted by it. Stupid tall-men and their stupid stamina. Stupid Laios and his ability to turn off his brain when his body is set on a goal.

She writhed and begged and pleaded with him. To finish, to let her rest, to breed her, to own her, anything. She had wanted all of him and it was so overwhelming. When he finally pulled out, she realized she was sobbing. He kissed her then, gently, before slowly pressing into her again.

He pet her hair, telling her how good she was, how proud of her he was. “You’re really amazing, Marcille.” He kissed her again, coaxing her mouth open to slide his tongue against her’s. They stayed like this for a moment before he wiped a tear away. “So amazing, in fact, that your king thinks you’ve earned a present.”

Wait, isn’t it his birthday? She nods anyway, leaning into his hand. “Thank you.” Her throat hurts.

He begins to move again and its so very different. He moves slowly, fingers caressing whatever soft bits of skin he can find as he kisses every angry red mark he’s left on her. She tangles her fingers into his hair, gulping at air like a fish out of water.

It only takes another few thrusts before she feels something warm and sticky between her legs. She finally lets him go, sinking back onto the table. The room is strangely quiet, now that her brain functions again. She goes to sit up before groaning. Her dress is utterly ruined. The top is torn and her skirts are wrinkled to hell. Laios doesn’t look much better. His doublet is crinkled and the front of his pants are.. Wet to say the least.

Marcille doesn’t even want to think about the mess between her thighs. Laios looks ashamed of himself. And silly. Its just hanging there, all limp and sad.

“I knew we should’ve waited until we got back to your room..”