OC In throne of glass

47 (smut)

No one believed him, not one rutting Lycan in this room was taking him seriously, he could see it in their keen eyes, they probably thought he was another impoverished Lycan, trying to attain some sort of power and has chosen to imposter the dead Lycan Prince. "Question" one of the Lycans piped up without the reverence that would accompany you when speaking to a prince. "How did Erawan not sniff you out if he knew you personally?" Lycaon had just been getting to that part actually. "Queen Maeve had glamoured my scent so no one could pinpoint who I was" his answer hadn't settled the silent mayhem that was the minds of the Lycans but it was the truth , everything he spoke was the unfiltered truth, the only challenge was to have it accepted as such. "Enough" the female who had sat dead silent throughout Lycaon's whole story finally spoke. "Lycaon, if that is your name, I would like for you to wait in my room, it's the final door on the right, upstairs". Lycaon wanted to protest but he understood that he was in her domain, king of Lycria or not and the authority in her voice left no room for argument so Lycaon found himself admiring the chamber, every inch of it seemed bedecked with gold, perhaps some of the Lycans did well for themselves after all.

judging from the lightness of the feet stalking towards the chamber, he could tell that it was her footsteps that he heard finally sauntering towards her chamber. "Like my room?" Cerise asked, swaggering inside her chamber as if they weren't dealing with an ultimately serious matter here. Lycaon answered that question with a desperate "Cerise, I understand it seems impossible but you must believe me, I truly am the-"

"CERISE! They both looked towards the door as a young Lycan came barging in, it truly must have been an imperative matter if those boundaries for his leader were no longer relevant. "What is it Ragnar?" Cerise demanded with ire in her tone. The answer of the panting Lycan caused the lost prince's eyes to widen to their maximum.

"We are surrounded by the Valg"

Dorian and Manon may have been king and queen of their own realms but there was no time to consider royalties so they were stuck in an ordinary bane camp for two. That was alright as this was how Manon spent most of her resting time anyway and Dorian had grown used to it during his time with the thirteen. Also, the two had learned during their time together that nothing was more fun than having a room to themselves but Dorian wondered if Manon would want to be touched like that, after the tremendous loss that she had sustained. "I thought I lost you" Manon's otherworldly and all too sensual voice spoke out. "Don't you ever do that to me again". She was referring to when Dorian had taken off to Morath the morning after they had last fucked and had attempted to destroy the Wyrdkeys. He had been unsuccessful as the security at Morath was at an all time high after the wreckage the queen of Terrassen had caused. The Wyrdkeys (and the gods) were gone thanks to Aelin but the thought still haunted Manon at what could have happened if Dorian had been seen in that hell.

The king smirked despite himself. "I never knew the blue blooded witch queen of the crochans would care so much about a simple human" he swaggered. Suddenly, Manon's hand was upon his throat, faster than he could detect. "I'm serious Dorian, do. Not. Do. That. again. The king was unfazed, Manon wouldn't hurt him, he was the one person that Manon wouldn't hurt right now and they both knew it. Before the king could fathom a response, Manon's lips were claiming his with a new possessiveness. In an instant, their clothes were off and Dorian's head was between the witch's toned thighs, breathing in the succulent peach before him. The king feasted between his witch's legs with such skill that drove all rationality from her killer's mind and she thought she would combust into starfire when Dorian employed his experienced tongue.

He explored her intimate areas with gusto, teasing her clit and moving down, circling around her perineum and even teasing her dirtier and even more forbidden hole, tasting her for real. The gasp that emitted from the witchling's lips almost made Dorian climax right then and there but the king of Adarlan had no intentions of ending this early, in fact he would continue this for the rest of the rutting night if Manon let him. Slowly gliding his tongue up from her crack and back into her drenched cavern, he savoured more of his witch queen's flavour, dragging his tongue along her walls and listening to her moaning, the sound of his name rolling of her tongue as smooth as honey.

However, Before Manon was able to find her pleasure, her human princeling suddenly pulled back and kissed his way up her small but muscled abdomen, to her generous bosom, drawing an areola into his sensuous mouth, sucking it with worshipful reverence. Manon's moan shook the world as her hand ran through the jet black silk that was Dorian's hair. "Bastard" she groaned out making the king chuckle, sending vibrations through her nipple, a sensation that made Manon fear that she might explode. Dorian grasped her wrists with surprising strength and pinned them above her head as he delighted in her perfect breast, Manon had expressed her desire to be dominated in bed to the princeling before and his action of pinning her down, a testament to her desires simply made her forget about the world, her focus only on the handsome king that orally pleasured her.

Dorian withdrew to position himself between Manon's legs but instead found himself on his back with her kneeling before him. "And here I thought you wanted to be dominated" Dorian laughed as Manon sized up his considerable length. "Silence Princeling" She snarled before enveloping his impressive erection with her luscious lips. The swears that streamed out of Dorians's mouth could alone curdle all the milk in the land as his pleasure was magnified to unfathomable extremes as Manon slid her head up and down his shaft with excruciating slowness, her impossibly beautiful face contorted in the complete focus of the cock in her mouth.

The king almost roared when Manon denied him his world-shattering release and simply lay back and spread her legs "earn your pleasure princeling" she moaned seductively, tracing her fingers over her own full breast. "As you wish witchling" Dorian smirked and knelt between Manon's legs but to the witch's surprise, she found herself getting flipped on her stomach with her juicy ass in the air and her legs spread wide apart as Dorian speared into her with steel bending strength, his intelligence simply forgotten at the magnificent sight of Manon's naked body. His thrusting continued for what felt like eternity until they both found their pleasure together simultaneously, witch juices and king seed spurting out and in as Dorian collapsed next to his mate.

"Not very creative" Manon teased, her voice hoarse from their intense activity.She turned her back to him so she could grind her ass against his pelvis. The king, even in his exhausted state was starting to feel himself get worked up all over again because of this. "Then perhaps having another part filled would live up to your expectations" he replied pressing a finger against the puckered hole that was still slick with his saliva. Manon couldn't help but let a cocky smirk spread out across her marvellous face.