Cardan & Jude oneshots

Threads of Intimacy

Hi guys! 

So, before the chapter I want to ask if anyone here has ever watched My Lady Jane. CAUSE I'M DYING! I watched it all in a day and they are SOOOOOO Cardan and Jude coded! 

I've never seen a show portray so many tropes at the same time and so well! AND THEY FUCKING CANCELLED IT! NOT FAIR! 

Sorry... 

Now, this chapter is a request. It's part 2 of the chapter "Attention" since I robbed you guys eheheh

And I had never wrote smut from Cardan's POV so I tried it for this chapter :)

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Cardan's POV

For me, sex is more than just the joining of bodies.

At least now, with Jude it is.

Before Jude, it was just a way to distract myself, something to satisfy my body's needs and keep me from thinking about the mess that is my life.

But with her, it is the intricate weaving of souls. In that moment, when skin meets skin and breath mingles, there is a silent understanding, an ancient dance that transcends mere physicality.

It is a conversation without words, where the language is touch and the meaning is felt in the marrow of your bones.

The world falls away, and what remains is the other person — raw, beautiful, and achingly real.

In their gaze, you find reflections of your own vulnerabilities and desires. Each caress is a promise, a delicate thread tying you closer, not just in body but in spirit.

It is as if the universe narrows to this single point of connection, where time slows, and nothing else matters but the electricity between you.

And yet, it's more than just pleasure, though the pleasure is undeniable, coursing through you like liquid fire.

It is the merging of self and other, the dissolution of boundaries that normally keep us separate. In that intimacy, there is a kind of truth, a revealing of who you are beneath the layers you wear for the world.

And as Jude's sounds reach my ears, it's as if they get etched into my brain, and I pray never to forget them.

Her hands, calloused and warm, seek support on my bare chest, her fingers leaving traces on my pale skin, yearning for a single touch from her.

"Cardan..." she whispers my name, the word fading into the air, joining the other sounds and words she had uttered before.

I allow myself to admire Jude's body as she rides me.

The way her breasts, full but not overly so, bounce up and down with each movement she makes over me. The light brown nipples, already hardened, grow even firmer with every touch of mine, eliciting strangled moans from Jude.

I let my gaze travel downward, focusing on her belly, the way the soft flesh there moves with her every rise and fall over me.

Sweat trickles down the valley between her breasts, trailing down to the start of her tan stomach, marked by faint, whitish scars here and there, with one larger than the others at the center.

I let my gaze drift even lower, to the place where our bodies join.

The sight draws a whimper from me, one I don't even bother to stifle. If any servant or guard is in the halls, let them know just how Jude drives me mad.