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It was a bit hard to eat under his sweltering gaze, even as the most delicious meal you had ever had glazed your plate. There were endless delicacies that you could not even fathom the names of, but the flavours were like heaven served on a platter by an angel. The delicate appetizers were only a lead up to the mind blowing main course and sides, and you did your best to savour everything without your thoughts wandering too far.
This was a meal for the king, and he was gracious enough to share it with you.
A servant topped off your wine glass as you took another bite of a tender piece of meat off your fork. You had never been self conscious about the way you chewed, but you were suddenly aware of how your jaw moved, how your cheeks slightly puffed out when your mouth was full. It was a foreign feeling, every tiny muscle movement seemingly being studied — but not judged.
"How is everything? Does it meet your expectations?"
Your eyes made their way down the elegant dining table, over the various dishes intricately placed on priceless serving plates, before landing on the man sitting at the other end. The table was not long, but in no way small. Yet you still felt like he was too far away, and not close enough simultaneously.
King Sephiroth, the ruler of the kingdom, and your dinner date.
You almost forgot to answer his question, "Yes, everything is delicious."
"I'm glad." He spoke so gently that his voice was dainty, like the smooth red wine he swirled in his glass. "I had our best chefs prepare this for us."
You were under his care, under his watch, for quite some time now. How exactly you got here… you do not really remember. That part of your brain was clouded over in a deep, smoky haze. You began to ignore these inklings of blankness pretty quickly, for you were being looked after too well to make a fuss. Living in this lavish palace was filled with days of silky sheets, warm baths, lush gardens, endless halls of exploration, and expanses of starry nights behind tall windows.
The king himself, you rarely saw. But as of recently, he has become more present in your everyday life. You would run into his tall figure in the hallway, his long silvery hair flowing behind him, offering to show you corners of his elegant home you had never seen before. He had shown you his personal library, which he allowed you access to whenever you pleased. The two of you would discuss literature, art, and music, and the way he spoke just drew you in every time you had the pleasure of his presence.
When he was away and busy being a ruler, you missed the way he listened to what you had to say. The way he broke down your walls of shyness with just a kind smile. Those observant and piercing eyes frequented your dreams. You craved to be constantly near his protective and alluring aura. Missing him was becoming a sickness.
The other night, he had given you a personal tour of the back gardens. There were perfectly kept flower beds surrounding blooming fruit trees, trailing vines and opulent leaves framing the starry night. And he had kissed you there. It was enchanting, leaving you swooning under his touch. His lips were soft and gentle with you, but left much to be desired as he left you in the twilight.
And those lips now smiled sweetly at you from the other side of the dinner table.
He was eating too, but it was like he was grazing. Like his mind was somewhere else, but it was hard to tell with him. He sipped at his wine more than he stuck food with his fork, but you watched him enjoy a few pickings from what you seemed to be going back for.
Sephiroth spoke again, “Thank you for having dinner with me. I often don’t have such company on nights like these.”
“I’m happy to!” You perked up, a little bashful but still grateful to be even speaking to him.
He was forever intimidating, even with such soft and kind words. Something about how he carried himself, combined with the height and the way he moved like a silent deer. His regal presence had this underlying lustre that was borderline terrifying, if you were completely honest. But that gentle nature he held you with back in the garden, he was too captivating to cower away from. And you wanted more, just as your taste buds craved more of the food on your plate.
“Please eat as much as you like.” His voice was soothing to any insecurity you still had, any layer of fear that was suppressed deep inside.
You did not dare argue with that, content to keep trying things you had not tasted yet.
“Thank you very much, I… uh…” You searched for something to say after a few more bites. “I really appreciate all you do for me, Your Majesty.”
“Oh, please, Sephiroth is fine.”
What a strange feeling, being on a first-name basis with the king. What exactly had you done to get in such a position? Nothing within your being knew the answer to that. Those corners of your mind were an enigma you did not have the ability to access. And it was even more strange how this all had settled so naturally, now feeling so normal.
You smiled, then continued, “Really, though, all this has been comforting.”
“Well, of course, your comfort has been a priority among those I’ve assigned to take care of you. I’m glad it has paid off.”
A life so peaceful and quiet often got lonely. Simply sitting across from him was enough to cure that. The comforting silence in between the soft clatter of your fork against your plate. The shuffle of the servants moving things around and clearing empty dishes, their footsteps as they moved in and out without as much as an abrasive peep. The sun was beginning to set just outside the tall stained glass windows, framing the king with a colourful array of dimming sunlight. A cure indeed, one that was a little addicting.
He cleared his throat, “About the other night…” He trailed off, hoping you would understand where he was going. And you did perfectly, the image of him holding you and the ghost of his lips flashing in your brain like a dream that haunted you. And oh, did it haunt you in the best way.
You swallowed your food, but you could not grasp the right words.
Thankfully, he continued, “I really hope I wasn’t too forward… and that you actually enjoyed it… the kiss that is.”
He looked shy, and it was adorable. Seeing a glimpse of him like that, even if it only lasted a few seconds, it was like seeing a shooting star. You wanted to bottle it up and keep it forever. But you were too slow, for his composure was far too nimble, snapping back into that confident manner you knew him for.
You smiled, pausing before admitting the truth. “I haven't stopped thinking about it…”
“Have you now?” He propped his chin on his fist, looking at you with an amused expression.
It was your turn to be shy. And you nodded, averting that expression and feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks. You reached for your wine glass and took a sip, the alcohol’s light burn mocking you.
With a wave of his hand, the servants in the room turned and left the large dining room. Doors shut, and the sounds echoed, leaving behind a comfortable yet taut quiet. And your eyes returned to him, and you could have sworn you saw his pupils shrink like a cat’s. The stillness before he slowly stood up was too sensuous to grasp.
His chair scraped against the floor as he came up to his full stature.
“What if I told you I haven’t stopped thinking about it either?”
He stalked toward you with the movement of a patient, predatory animal, his form rounding the length of the table and slow footsteps roaring against the tile.
“The way we melted together. The way I could feel your breath hitch...”
He reached your end of the table, standing right next to your chair. You craned your head up to look at him. Every word of his was a dagger to the flustered wave that came crashing down onto you. But you did not dare avert his gaze now, hints of temptation bubbling to the surface of that stare.
“The way I could still taste you that night… it left me starving.”
He offered you a hand. You took it, and he helped you stand, taking a moment to kiss your knuckles. His lips were as soft as you remembered them to be, and they dragged on the back of your hand in a sensual tease. And he pulled you close to him, your chair scooting back with the movement, and your chest was suddenly right up against his.
"Pardon my boldness," he clutched your gaze in a grasp that was almost hypnotic as he swiftly grabbed the backs of your thighs and sat your ass on the edge of the dining table, "but you look ravishing tonight."
The dishware on the table rattled with the impact, the sudden jerk of him manhandling you stealing the breath from your lungs. His hands came to rest at your waist, and he got comfortable standing between your parted legs that dangled off the table. His height still towered over you, and you looked up to find that handsome face now decorated with a devious smile.
You felt his hands run across the fabric of your dress, and it was like his touch could burn right through it. And he looked down at you, the feeling of his eyes dragging up and down your body like an icy storm and blazing hearth at the same time.
"I knew this colour would match your eyes."
So he was the one who had picked out your dress. You had a sneaking suspicion when your handmaidens helped you get ready for dinner, when they thrust this gorgeous piece of artwork onto you just about an hour ago. It was unlike anything you had ever worn before. You had worn plenty of beautiful dresses during your time at the palace, but nothing as embellished yet sleek as this.
He grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes back to meet his. You did not know when you had them wander away in shyness, but it seemed like he would not allow for that. His smoky blue, almost grey, eyes were glazed with that look that was so attentive it was spine-chilling. He was like the snake and the charmer in one tempting bundle.
"Perfect."
Your lips gently parted under your quickening breath, and his gaze darted down to them. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip before he closed the gap between you both, kissing you with a fervour that was missing from the other night. Your last kiss had been tender, as soft as the flower petals that had surrounded you two in the garden. Now there was a heated passion as he moved against you, a riled-up sigh bubbling up from the back of his throat.
It left your breath shuddering and reminded you of how you yearned for his taste since the last time. And now he tasted like the wine, rich and velvety as his tongue slipped into your mouth to play with your own. You had let out a noise of surprise at the sudden intrusion, but did not protest it, fully melting into what he was giving you as he held you close.
And his tongue wrangled with yours, him dominating the kiss instantaneously. His hand grasped your jaw to hold you in place, the other clinging to your waist. You felt the brush of his silky hair against your cheeks. The heat from his mouth was almost overstimulating, for your legs might have given out if you were not on the table.
And that thought came crashing into you. The king, the ruler of the entire land for miles and miles, was making out with you and shoving his tongue down your throat in the middle of his fancy dining room, with you on top of the dining table. Your face was overheating, and you were sure you were red from your neck to your cheeks, all the way to the tips of your ears. Your hands, which had been bracing yourself on the table, found a place on his chest.
An ache between your legs began to pool.
His chest was firm under your hands, but you did not have time to try to comprehend his build under his shirt for too long. He suddenly pulled you against him at the small of your back and pressed himself between your legs. The large, hard bulge that pushed through the layers of fabric from his pants and your dress was now occupying your mind. Then he made the tiniest movement, grinding his hardness against you. It sent a jolt down to the base of your spine.
His lips parted from yours, and the two of you huffed in aroused, mingling breaths. Sephiroth stared down at you, eyes with blown pupils, but gaze still icy cold.
“I hope it’s clear that I want you. All of you.”
The hand at your waist, slender and strong, raked down your hip and began bunching up your skirt to make its way underneath. You felt his fingertips brush up your bare leg, caressing your skin gently. Your heartbeat jumped and pounded in your chest, a symphony just for him.
“If not, I’m willing to show you.”
He kissed down your jaw, cradling the back of your head as it fell back. His lips loved your skin and pecked down the column of your neck. You could feel the graze of his tongue as it darted out in between soft kisses, rilling itself up as his teeth now joined in on the teasing. He bit against your pulse point, making you sway in his grasp.
“Your skin is so soft,” he whispered as he soothed the ache with his tongue, “I want to feel every inch of you…”
His teeth latched onto you again, gentle enough not to draw blood but enough for a pleasurable sting. And he sucked on the sensitive spot, leaving a mark he was proud of, and he delicately lapped at the reddening skin afterwards.
That hand was still caressing your leg, and it was now slowly making its way up your thigh. And it stuttered for a moment, freezing right before the juncture of your core.
He left your neck to look down at you, that gaze seering into your wanton haze.
“Do you want me, too? Your body is saying yes, but I want to hear you say it.”
You swooned in his arms and croaked out something that was barely a sound.
“I can’t hear you, my dear.” His voice was so husky yet assertive that it made you even more dizzy.
You tried again, swallowing down the lump in your throat, “Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“I want you.”
“Good, cause I’ll take you right here.”
The hand between your legs finally pounced, becoming almost feral in the way they yanked at your panties. He snapped at the elastic, and the dampened fabric fell as he fully tore it from your body. They landed on the floor to be forgotten, and he dove into the wetness of your pussy — circling your folds tenderly with two fingers to spread your essence. His touch was cool compared to the rising heat there.
“I’ll make you mine,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling at the shell, “finally, mine.”
And he fingered you under your dress, two long digits sinking into your velvety core and caressing your mind into oblivion. You clung to him, now wrapping your arms around his neck to try to ground yourself in any way. But the way his fingers curled into you, firmly plunging in and out, it sent you spiralling as you cried in pleasure against him.
He gripped your jaw harder, his eyes searing into you as he watched your face contort in pleasure. He added his thumb into the mix, stroking your clit firmly to add more to the stimulation. You moaned and shuddered in his grasp. And he continued to work you with locked eye contact.
“I know, I know…” he cooed at your noises, like he was mocking you earnestly.
There was a light blush on his face, and you were sure you had never seen that from him before. That and the huffing, almost panting, breath of his matched your own. Seeing the king like this was ethereal. And that hint of a gentlemanly smile tied it all together. You were absolutely ruined already — your yearning and craving honed onto all of him.
Suddenly, he removed his fingers from you, leaving your walls clutching around nothing. And when he fell to his knees, you gasped like any remaining wind had been stripped from your lungs in an instant. He lifted your skirt and settled where he wanted to be, and he lapped at your now dripping hole to fully taste the nectar of his desire. You felt his tongue explore you there, licking up and down from your bud to your core like he was memorizing every inch of your sweet cunt.
The king was kneeling between your legs and eating your pussy. Everything about this was wild and insane, something you had imagined as so far from your reach. And you were just… you. How this manifested was beyond your brain’s comprehension. The way he was furiously savouring your wetness distracted you enough not to mull over it all too long.
You desperately tried to keep yourself upright, for your body was threatening to fall to the table on top of your dishes. You really did not want to knock anything over, stain the expensive tablecloth with anything, especially the wine that was still in your glass. It became harder when he started to suck on your sensitive and now swollen clit. And even harder when his fingers returned to push inside you once again, twisting and curling perfectly into where they knew to make you squirm.
His name fell from your lips, and your cries echoed around the dining room’s tall ceilings. He paid no mind to your volume, only seeming to encourage it when the groans from him paralleled your moans. The vibrations from his throat added to the stimulation with his lips still latched around the bundle of nerves that begged for more. And his fingers had found your sweet spot, beginning to torture and bully it lovingly beyond anything you could have replicated yourself.
The guttural moan that tore from your throat as you began to teeter over the edge cut through the air just as fast as he brought you to it. And he yanked you over that edge, keeping his pleasuring pace steady and adjusting to your body’s reactions. You came fast and hard on his face and his fingers, tightening around his digits and grinding on the friction he was graciously giving you. Your back arched and your head flew back, hands staggering to hold yourself up, almost screaming his name in a sob of euphoria. And he purred against you all through it, his own sounds stroking you in a comforting hush.
He got up from his knees, staring down at you once again. You were a panting mess, still shivering from the aftershocks of your high. Sephiroth raised the two fingers that were covered in your juices to your mouth, letting you lick and suck on them as his lust-blown eyes peered into your soul.
“I just love how you sound, darling.”
His other hand flew down to his belt, unlatching the buckle and tearing himself free of it. And he worked quickly to pull his cock out of his pants, which was oh so hard, long, and thick.
“And I want to hear more as I fuck you right here.”
He shuffled the skirt of your dress out of the way, letting himself line up with your prepped and perfect pussy. He drove into you with ease, snapping his hips against you. You almost screamed when absolutely all of him filled you in an instant, the intrusion a delicious push into your already aching softness.
“Don’t you dare hold back those beautiful moans.”
And he began to thrust in and out of you without mercy, solid yet not too fast, driving himself against every inch of your insides. His hands grasped your hips for leverage. And you let out the pent-up desire for him, letting the sounds of your pleasure out to echo without restraint.
“Cry for me as loud as you want.” His voice had hitched as soon as the two of you connected at the hip. It was an undeniable stammer that weakened you — a deep and husky gloss coating his words and breath. And his groans were like hot honey and wavering on the edge of growls, and it was all right in your ear. It sent you reeling as if you were not already trembling in his arms as he kept fucking you.
The table rattled with each of his movements, the dishes softly clattering with each other, adding to the filthy harmony that was the sound of the king losing himself inside you.
“You’re taking me so well.” He kissed you again, swallowing your moans for a brief moment. It was scorching. “So fucking good for me.”
Your hands were travelling up and testing themselves at his hair, and he let you thread your fingers through the satin strands. It was everything you imagined it would be, soft and silky on your fingertips. And you tried softly gripping at the roots, hands finding a home at the nape of his neck. When he hummed in content, still driving his cock into your tight walls, you gently tugged at the roots.
He groaned, lengthy and deep, into your ear, speeding up his thrusts just enough to egg you on even more.
“You belong to me now, yeah?”
“Yes, Sephiroth…”
“Yeah, that’s right, you’re mine.”
The rhythm of his hips began to stutter as he rammed into you faster; he was becoming more feral by the second.
“I want to ruin you…” His words oozed with possession and lust. “No one will fuck this pussy as good as I do…”
Sephiroth fucked you harder, each snap of his hips almost bruising. You could feel his length bottom out with every single hit, grinding your G-spot and brushing right up against your cervix. And he kept going, pumping into you with a stamina that surprised and impressed you. You gripped his hair and his clothes, fingertips teasing the collar of his shirt.
The fact that you both were clothed did something to you. You wanted to tear at his perfectly pressed button-up and yank at his pants. You wanted to squirm out of this dress and feel every inch of his bare skin against your own. You wanted to roll around with him in between silk sheets every single night. The desire made you lightheaded.
“I’m getting close…” He wavered for a moment, now desperately chasing his orgasm. “Where do you want it?”
You choked down your moans to speak, “I want you in me- ngh!”
“Is that what you want? You want me to fill you up? Is that right?”
“Yes! Please, Sephiroth… please please…”
“Beg for me just like that…” He had you wrapped around his finger, but he still quivered and threatened to break for you. “You sound so sweet when you beg like that… fuck!”
There was a wave of energy that surged and suddenly burst, blasting the dishes that were right under you out of the way. Plates shattered, and things went flying to the ground. Wine stained the tablecloth, and crumbs blew away to be forgotten. Sephiroth pushed you down to the table, a hand on your neck holding you down. You hit the wood with a gasp. You found his eyes, wild and dark like an untamed sea.
The king chuckled as he savoured the sight before him. He bent over your surprised form and continued to thrust into you with a brutal vigour. The hand on your neck did not obstruct your breathing; rather, it softly squeezed the sides to play with the blood flow to your head. It made you even more deliciously lightheaded. Your back bowed against the table and you wrapped your legs around him, the desire to have him as close to you as possible devouring you just as he was.
“So fucking pretty like this-” he grunted as he was getting even closer, and he released your neck to fully hold your waist as he slammed into you a final few times.
And his hips held him inside you as his release coated your soft walls, him groaning deeply and loudly as he grinded against every inch of you. His grip was knuckle white on your waist, sinking through the fabric of your dress to leave bruises. His teeth latched onto the soft flesh of the juncture between your neck and shoulder, his sounds of pleasure seething through his bite. It was like a blanket of bliss was draped over him as his shoulders relaxed when he came down quickly and rough.
He unlatched himself from your neck and lightened his grip on your body, still holding his cock deep inside your core. The animalistic demeanour slowly faded away from him, and that gentle and regal aura returned. And it gazed at you lovingly, a hint of sleepiness that made him look all the more precious.
Sephiroth held your chin with a delicate hand, looking down at you with a sweet expression, "Are you still hungry, my dear?"
His question caught you off guard. "I'm alright..." was all you were able to muster after a moment, any articulated comprehension falling from your grasp.
"Are you sure?" His voice was still sultry, dripping like a buttery poke at your deshelled state. "You don't regret letting me interrupt your meal?"
All you could do was shake your head, still limp on the table.
The deep laugh that he let out could have melted your heart. And the chase kiss he placed on your forehead was the nail in the coffin, for you were fully at his mercy — both body and heart willing to bend at his will.
The drag of him pulling his cock out of you burned in a final spark of pleasure, and you were feeling empty without his length and girth stretching you out. Your pussy fluttered around nothing, but you could feel the surge of his semen start to drip out of your entrance. You should have been worried about it slowly falling down your legs, sticking to the inside of your skirt. But instead, that thought aroused you.
Sephiroth reached down to pick up your torn panties from the floor. He shoved them in his pants pocket and shot you a wink. Then he helped you sit up and stand, your still shaking legs threatening to give out under you. But he was right there to hold you close and keep you stable.
“I’ll have a bath ran for you, let you unwind.” And he leaned down to whisper his next words in your ear. “In my personal quarters, of course.”