A Crown For The Taking

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Nik rolled over and breathed in the Lemon and Pine scent that had been covering his bed for weeks. He slid his arm under the blankets, but only warm sheets greeted him. He opened his eyes and scanned the room, he stopped once he saw her delicate frame. She was still naked, sitting at the end of the bed, folding something in her hands.

Nik pushed up to his elbows and watched her fold the paper and get off the bed, she either hadn't noticed him get up or was ignoring him.

She pulled on her robe from the floor before she turned and saw him, "Oh dear," she laughed as she held her chest. She walked over to him with the folded paper and sat next to him. Her hand pressing on his stomach as she slid the paper under the pillow. He turned to grab it, "No." she smiled.

"If it's not for me then who?" He watched her eyes dance, the green eyes he would fall into if she kept starring at him. God, he'd loose his mind if she kept flexing her fingers against his bare torso.

"Akin, he's going to come here later and see if I was here all night. The note give shim a good picture of what I did all night." She winks. God, that wink, that face.

He laughed and slid an arm around her back, the thick, fur robe making her seem thicker. He wouldn't mind if she'd gotten thicker, but parts of her body were plenty thick. He thought about her thighs as his hand traveled down towards her rear.

She swatted his hand, "You're supposed to be getting ready for Princess Alene." He pulled her onto his lap, she gasped as she felt his straining beneath the blankets.

He groaned, "I'm sure she'll wait, What? Ten minutes?" She smiled as she moved to straddle him over the blankets, her robe opening enough to show her belly button, her god damned skin shone like a goddess as she teased him with her hips.

She licked her top lip, "Make it fifteen and I'll start with a thank you." She began to lower her head, her lips trailing down his chest and stomach. Her lips, God everything about her drove him to the brink.

She pulled down the blanket and smiled, "Are you sure she can wait, I think Ulric is at the door." The knock sounded as she pushed her lips over him.

Nik groaned softly before taking a deep breath, "I need.." she used her tongue in ways he couldn't understand, "Some time.." he grunted when her hands traveled up his hardened body and then scratched down lightly.

Only it wasn't Ulric that spoke from the other side of the door, "Are you denying the King entrance, son?" The door handle clicked, she looked up with a look that told him she wasn't stopping. He swore as he tossed every pillow and blanket over her and the floor. It'd look like a mess and that was what he needed to hide the thin body stretching the length of the bed. He grabbed her face and pushed himself back to lean against the cold metal headboard. Her teeth grazed him in her irritation, he swore and jerked forward just as his father, the King, walked into his room.

The King looked around and then to his sweating son, "Party last night?" The king used his huge hand to brush his sons desk.

Nik fought hard against his lungs for control, "Sure, Party for two." He says as she presses her lips against his waist, her hand sliding beneath her chin and gently holding him. He covered the jerk with a cough, he could feel her laugh.

"That's my boy, but you should be in the garden with Alene, she wore that color you like so much." Of course she'd wear white, knowing how much he had loved the color, but the only color he wanted now was red and tan and currently using her tongue where she'd previously had her hand. If his father wasn't in the room he'd have released by now and they'd be on their way to their respective duties.

He mustered a smile, "Of course she did, she can't wait to get her slimy fingers on the crown." Maël appreciated this, pulling him into her mouth again. He quickly pulled the blankets closer to his chest and hide the twitching in his chest and abdomen. God she knew what she was doing, and God he loved it.