❤Majesty❤ - (2doc) Fanfiction

Chapter 3: The Sick King

This is in Stuarts POV

The day went by slowly, nothing to really do in the garden and nothing to eat in the kitchen besides chicken soup, 'since when did the king like chicken soup?'. Searching around the castle for something new and interesting I was only met with a pair of large gilded doors that moaning was heard from. These doors led to the king's chambers, somewhere I've never even seen besides through the window. Nose twitching and ears pressed again the cool gold I listened closely to the maids speaking.

"Your majesty, I don't believe you should go to your throne until you are well"

"I will do whatever I bloody' hell want to"

Another loud moan echoed, this one sounding painful and then the bed creaking under the weight of the presumable miserable king.

"Fetch me that damn rabbit, will ya!"

"Yes my lord"

I could hear the small taps of the maids feet come closer to the door causing me to bolt down the hall. Finding a hiding spot in a small pantry, one filled with cleaned laundry and a faint smell of roses.

Hearing the familiar whistle I straightened out my shirt and flattened my unruly hair the best I could. I took a deep breath before exiting the room and walking calmly towards the noise, which happened to be the maid who just attended to the king. Once there she spoke softly.

"The King is feeling ill and would like some entertainment."

I nodded and she opened the heavy door as I padded softly inside the warm room. Everything looked to be of gold and silk. Paintings of the ruler held onto the wall and the royal blade lay upon its display. The room smelt of sweet honey of the king's cologne. The room was as a web and captured you in a scene of elegance and dangerously alluring thoughts. There he lay, looking pale and face stressed. Unlike the majesties usual calm and intimidating composure. It made my stomach jump and legs wobble to see him vulnerable, whoever this was, it was certainly not my king. And then he spoke, "What are ye' staring at ya dumb rodent"

"Nothing, my lord." My toes curled in anticipation, just seeing him without his intimidating stature.

"Sit" the king pointed to the end of the bed, near his feet. I did as told and kept my hands tangled in one another. A blush rising once realizing that this was the first time ever being this close to the man who slayed beasts and killed servants for speaking out of turn. Although this was a great time to study his features, his sleek fringe landed close to his narrowed eyes. Black eyelashes draping over them, wait, is he staring at me? Wait, his mouth moved too, oh no, what did he say?

"Aye! Face ache! Anyone home?"

"Yes! Sorry sir, I was lost-"

"I could give a' fuck less boy now sing"

"What would ya like to hear?" I asked in a shaking voice. One that I didn't even recognize although it tended to appear when I was around Murdoc, he had a special effect on people.

"Somethin' new"

Clearing my throat I shuffled through the songs in my head, ones he has yet to hear. Humming a few beats before finding my rhythm I began,

"Are you here with me?

Just looking out on the day

Of another dream

Well you can't get what you want

But you can get me"

I looked over to the king as he closed his eyes and listened quietly to my voice. It was strange how much he liked my songs, it truly was.

"So let's set out to sea

'Cause you are my medicine

When you're close to me

When you're close to me"

He lifted his hand for me to stop, my heart dropped, he's never told me to stop unless there was something more at hand.

"C'mere" He patted the spot on the bed next to him, the silk sheets dipping underneath me as I did what I was told. The closer I got the more my throat burned and my legs became restless with fear, wait no not fear, something deeper and more twisted, it was sexual tension. I wanted the king; I needed the king in the darkest ways.

"Ya' always have had the prettiest voice"

"Thank you my lord"

"Call me Murdoc"

I couldn't believe what he was saying; this was getting to strange, too much for me. He must have been doped up beyond belief.

"Are you sure my king?"

"Murdoc" He reassured. He looked over to me, "Always had the prettiest face too." This made my blush darken and my fingers dig for something to ground my body, the blankets be clutched tightly between my fists.

"Thank you... Murdoc" I responded cautiously.

"'Ow long have you been here now?" He asked, voice sounding stranger, calmer than it usually did. He usually boomed with anger or spoke slyly with a poison dripping from each word.

"Nearly 6 months" I counted, seemed longer.

"Do ye' like it?" I nodded and smiled slightly. Finding it funny that he even cared about such thing. Usually if someone was to complain they would be butchered in front of a crowd who cheered the words of 'trader' and 'treason".

He nodded as well with a hum of appreciation of the response. "and what do you think of me?"

This question caught me off guard, how do I even respond? I searched for the right words cause I doubt he'd want me to say 'I think I want you in me'.

"I like servin' yew" He looked over at me with those eyes that made my pants feel tight in a certain area and my mind turn to static.

"Would you serve me in anotha' way" He asked, voice deep and heavy with lust. I felt the feeling to run away screaming as well as the feeling to crawl ontop of him, smashing my lips onto his, tasting all of him.

"Yes" Is all I could say before I felt the sweet nectar of his lips against mine, my body felt sensitive to every touch and jumped when his hand reached to caress my lower back. I couldn't process what I was doing and couldn't find the care to be scared about losing my head. His teeth bit at my bottom lip until I let him into my mouth, feeling the kings tongue snake into my mouth. He tasted like butterscotch and rum, and sex. The man tasted sex and oozed confidence. Moving his hand lower, brushing the soft fur of my tail and cupping my ass. Moaning into his mouth I could feel his lips spread into a slight smile. My hips rocked, showing my more than ready eagerness before a knock at the door. We broke away and I was left panting and yearning for his lips to be on mine or anywhere on my body.

"The royal court must see you my lord!" The maid shouted outside of the door.

The king looked over to me and chuckled, "too bad, I liked where that was goin."

I felt like I was a dream and I woke up way too early. This wasn't fair. He got up with a gruff and some stretching. "Ye are good for curing a headache, face-ache, now leave."

I wanted to object, to crawl deep into the blankets, surrounded by his smell but I climbed off with great disappointment and too tight of pants. Scampering away I took one look back to see the king adjusting his royal cape and acting as if nothing had ever happened. I closed the door gently when I walked out. Feeling anger, want, and need for something more. At least an answer to this behavior! The garden had always helped me think. Might as well go there.