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“Now this is cool” he stated as he walked into the room, gazing at the tapestries on the walls and the decorations that highlighted other parts of the room in gold—whilst you closed the door behind you both.
“Not sure if cool is the right way to describe this room” as you stared at the room you had been in many times before, “I'd say antiquated and extra, too much...stuff” you shrugged and pointed at the unnecessary decor of the throne room.
He continued taking in the view of the place, ultimately his gaze fell onto the throne in the middle back of the room. His eyes shifted between the princess in front of him and the throne in the back, suddenly an idea popped into his head.
“So...are you gonna sit?” He asked, nodding to the throne
You blinked, “Me? Are you insane? Only the King is supposed to sit there” you answered bewildered by the mere thought of it.
“That throne is going to be yours anyway” he tossed back, “I want to see you there” he added, honesty in his tone.
You were speechless by the comment, whilst he isn't incorrect on the fact that you're going to be the heir of the kingdom, it still feels weird to sit on a throne that doesn't belong to you yet.
Though no one is there, other than Lloyd, to witness said action—and he's not exactly in the favor of the kingdom so I know he wouldn't go around saying anything anyway.
You bit the inside of your cheek as you kept staring at that damned chair, long enough for Lloyd to get impatient from your lack of response.
He sighed and picked you up bridal style, “I'll choose for you” he smirked as he walked towards the throne.
“Hey! Put me down!” you whisper shouted, not wanting to alert the servants or anyone else that could be of hearing range.
“Relax, this will be our little secret” he winked at me, those mischievous red eyes and that playful smirk of his are gonna be the death of you; “Plus, I have an idea of something we could do”
Still confused by the comment, he places you gently on the soft red seat. Your hands hesitantly landing on the arms, feeling the toughness of the material and seeing the shininess of the light reflecting on its surface.
“How does it feel?” He took a few steps back as you looked at him, the room felt strangely empty, it was...more underwhelming than you had expected.
“It feels...lonely, and strange” you stated as you looked around the room, the drapes of previous leaders looking down upon you and the light shining on the gold highlights, how blinding.
“A strange seat for the strange princess” he teased with a smile, you lightly scoff at the comment.
“Strange? Seriously?” You mused crossing your arms.
“Well yeah, I don't know any other princess who would be willing to spend her time around a 'criminal'” he stated playfully while putting the last words in quotation.
You couldn't argue with what he said, even though he saves Ninjago constantly, he is being framed as a criminal from the authorities perspective. You dragged your tongue along the front of your teeth in thought, you shrugged, “What can I say, I'm a sucker for danger” you blurted.
He didn't say anything, simply stared at you with a growing smirk. He got closer to you, “You remember the idea I had?” He asked, almost cautiously.
You hesitantly nodded, intrigued by what he had in mind. He noticed your hesitance and reassured you with a smile, “Don't worry, you'll enjoy it”
With that, he got on his knees in front of you, his hands lifting the dress and slowly making their way upwards from your legs.
“Woah, hey!” you shouted half-whispering, “What are you doing?” Your eyes wide as you felt the warmth of his palms on your skin, massaging it as he continued getting higher.
He simply smiled, “How can I serve you, Your Highness?” He asked, his voice low and charged with lust.
You blinked bewildered at the kneeling man in front of you, your mind being unable to conjure a simple sentence. “If you want me to stop, say the word Your Highness” he added as his hands reached your knees, his deep red eyes looking at you for any kind of response.
You swallowed hard, heat consuming your body as you already felt the slickness forming down below.
You shouldn't be doing this,
Not here,
Not with him.
You shook those thoughts away, you didn't want him to stop, so you got closer to the edge of the seat and pried your thighs open, an invitation that he gladly accepted.
He lifted the dress, his hands now with urgency dragging up your thighs as he grabbed the elastic waistband of your underwear, pulling it down to your ankles and onto the floor, now fully discarded. Putting your legs on his shoulders he didn't take a second more and dived in between them, all of your previous thoughts tuned out as the waves of pleasure crashed onto you mercilessly.
Lloyd continued to relish in your taste, his hunger knowing no bounds, he was...insatiable. Your moans echoed throughout the empty room, your hand doing poorly to try and mask the filthy sounds he was pulling out of you.
His tongue exploring everywhere but always focusing on your most sensitive areas, sucking and nibbling not caring on the slickness that started to coat his mouth and chin. Your other hand pulled on his blond strands, almost as a way to center yourself from the onslaught of pleasure. His hands clamped around your thighs, forcing you to stay where you were as he devoured you completely.
You couldn't think straight as his tongue started to thrust inside you, your legs wrapping around his head as you came close to your climax.
Your eyes shut closed, moaning Lloyd's name, a desperate attempt at salvation from his ravenous hunger. His hands tightened around your thighs, a response to his name falling from your lips. Your body trembled as you finally reached your orgasm.
Now only connected by you from a small string of his saliva and your finish still fresh in his mouth. He licked the rest, leaving the area ‘clean’, in his words.
“For being a princess, you sure are filthy” he teased with a small smile as he wiped his chin and licked his lips. You couldn't even respond to his comment as you continued panting, trying to get yourself back together.
Even after all of that you still wanted more, no, you needed more. Words died in your tongue, you simply bucked and grinded your hips against his own. He didn't need you to talk to understand what you wanted, but he still wanted you to plead for it.
“Words, princess” he breathed “I want you to say it” continuing to grind his clothed hips against your unclothed ones.
At this point, self respect be damned
“Please” you begged softly as you still lightly tugged at his hair, his red eyes boring holes into yours
“Please what?” He whispered against your ear as he tightened his grip against your thighs, your slickness grinding on his hard-on
You swallowed hard and with the feelings of the last bits of pride peeling away,
"I want...need you inside, please Lloyd"
Before you could even think about your choice of words, he was already inside you with just one thrust. Your moans echoing the room, leaving no room for anyone outside to twist the story about what was happening in the room.
He was strong in both his grip and his thrusts, your hands now grabbing onto his green shirt tugging it as he sinks deeper into you. His own moans and groans making themselves known inside these four walls, the most erotic sounds you've ever heard.
“Let me hear your pretty sounds, princess” he managed to groan out as his thrusts increasing in speed
Your sounds were incoherent and breathy, the thing that stood out was your enjoyment of the thrill of potentially getting caught fucking in the same throne royalty seat.
“Mmph! Lloyd please” your grip tightening on his shirt as you reach your next release, small tears forming on your eyelids from the pleasure
All your senses explode as you feel both of your climaxes hit at the same time. You both try to catch air to cool yourselves from the action, but his face suggested this was far from over.
He smiled as beads of sweat formed and fell from his hairline, “I wonder what other positions we could try”
Now you remember why you loved this supposed criminal so much, the excitement was enough for you to get turned on at the prospect of a second round.
You pulled on his shirt, bringing him close, “Thought you'd never ask, hero”