Dragon Heart

Bath of gold

As the evening drew to a close, Queen Iris wished each person safe travels, while they congratulated her on her victory. Then only Alfred, Iris and her siblings remained. By siblings, that did not include the disgraced Kodan who was being held in the castle dungeons. Fenrir laid by the throne, fast asleep and very full from consumming so many enemy soldiers. Iris and Alfred spoke more as they walked up the stairs of the castle, to Iris' chambers. Ares and Laila had both gone to bed by now, exhausted from the hours of socialising. 

"This is your room, Queen Iris, I bid you goodnigh-"
"You do not want to come in?" Iris asked innocently.
Alfred turned red and gulped, rubbing the back of his neck and staring at the ground.
"Uh- well. If- I am invited, then yes."
Iris smiled and opened the door for them both. Iris walked through her bedroom and opened a wooden door, steam escaping from within, it smelt of lavender and roses. A servant had prepared a hot bath for the queen. The bath itself had clawed feet made of gold, and gold lined the outside of the tub. Alfred stood, confused, watching as Iris stood in the doorway and breathed in the sweet aroma of flowers. He gasped and turned around quickly as Iris began to take off her armour, slipping off her undergarments.
"Queen Iris!"
Iris giggled and made her way to the edge of the bath, she let her fingertips paddle in the warm water before stepping in and letting her body disappear under the layer of rose petals and sweet smelling bubbles.
"You can turn around, Alfred."
Alfred cautiously turned, his eyes wide as he saw Iris relaxing in the extravagant bathtub. She had her head back, eyes shut, and the top of her breasts  were visible. Alfred gulped,  admiring her natural beauty.

"Are you going to stare from all the way over there?" Iris muttered.
"You want me to- come over?"
"Obviously."
Alfred approached, keeping his eyes on her face but giving into temptation and staring down at her breasts at he got closer.
"Is this appropriate?"
"Are you not enjoying it, Alfred?" her voice soft, making his legs feel weak.
"I am- respectfully, yes."
"Do you want to join me?"
The prince dared reply, fearing this was a joke of some kind, an attempt to fool him perhaps.
"Is that a no?"
"It is a yes, yes. If you want: yes." Alfred stumbled over his words.
He removed his armour, dropping it to the floor with a crash before removing his tunic and other garments. He dipped his toes in before slipping into the bath, gasping at the rush of heat from the water. The bath was large, big enough for the two of them. Iris had her knees up, but opened them so that Prince Alfred had one either side of him. He began to laugh nervously. Iris showed him her soft brown eyes, a mask of innocence.
"Would you marry me, Alfred?"
"Why, yes. Of course!"
"Why?"
"You are very, very beautiful." he lost focus as he watched Iris bit her lip delicately, "And uh you are strong, and you have such a powerful kingdom, an alliance would be... favouring."
Iris extended her legs, wrapping them round Alfred's waist. She watched as his eyes became wild, smiling at how he dared move, but a smile creeped across his face. 
"The question is, would you be my queen?" he whispered, his hands creeping out the water and sliding down Iris's calves.
Iris sat up, exposing her bare breasts and grabbing the back of his neck. She could sense his arousal as she felt his erection brush against her leg.
"Alfred..." she whispered, her lips grazing his ear, "Would you be able to handle a queen like me?"
"Of course-"
His voice cut off as he felt himself slip inside Iris, she let out a low moan, new to this pressure. Alfred overpowered her, forcing her back to her side of the bath, he lifted her legs up and placed them on his shoulders. Water sloshed out the tub, making the floor wet. Alfred pushed himself back into Iris, she gasped, gripping the edge of the bath. Her eyes rolled back as Alfred's movement began faster, stronger. She tried to move her legs off his shoulders, the deep penetration making her stomach jump; Alfred grabbed her legs, however, lifting them higher, and pushing deeper and deeper inside her. More water rushed out the bath with each movement of his hips, Iris' knuckles were white as she moaned loudly, she hoped her servants weren't nearby. She allowed one hand to slide into the water and rub her clit, crying out but wanting more. 
"Alfred!" she screamed his name.
"As you can see.." he gasped, "I can handle a queen!"
By this point, the floor was soaked, Alfred moved so violently, so quickly, that most the water had been propelled out the tub. Iris couldn't hold onto the bath much longer, she let go, whimpering at how Alfred stretched her walls, and made her feel as if a swarm of butterflies was in her stomach. He began to slow, but he was still so deep. He groaned, plunging deeper, until Iris felt a release in her body.
"My god..." Alfred said, his body jerking as he filled her insides.
He pulled out, gazing down at Iris, who was in the same position. She gasped for air, meeting his gaze and smiling.

It felt strange to have another person laying next to her in bed, Alfred was fast asleep, but Iris wasn't tired. She kept going back over what happened in the bath in her head, the stimulation, the pure arousal she felt as he came inside her. Her legs felt sore, her inner thighs too. It's like she could feel him all over again as her brain retrieved the memory, playing it over and over. She wanted to savour the moment, wanted to relive it. But she knew she had to sleep. With that, Iris turned over, tucking herself under the large blanket and breathing lightly. Alfred was a man who could please her, yes, but could he sustain her too.