❤Majesty❤ - (2doc) Fanfiction

Chapter 4: Royal Duties

Royal duties are a pain in the ass

Murdoc's POV

He left quietly although I could feel his eyes on my back. He wanted more and I couldn't deny that I did as well. I didn't give him any answers; to be completely honest I didn't have answers for myself. Something about the rabbit, his innocence and loyalty even knowing what I am capable of. The way his eyes never leave my body when I'm in the room and the small hitches of his breathe whenever I praise him. He was painfully and obviously longing for my affection. Something I very sparingly gave, actually, never gave. I hated the color, despised it, but sickenly craved his blue hair between my fingers and that pretty mouth around my member. He got to me, got into my head and filled me with devilish thoughts and ones I wanted to fulfill so badly. Although some thoughts about him made myself sick, something I had never wanted from somebody. I wanted him in the morning, to be pressed against my body sleeping soundly. I wanted to keep him safe.

I've shagged the maids and I've fucked some of the most beautiful women in the kingdom but no one felt as right and sweet as his body felt against mine. He was always so eager and ready to please me whether if it's through song or by using his body. I didn't want to only fuck him though, I wanted his attention and dare I say it, I wanted him and all his love.

Once ready to present to the royal court I take one last look in the mirror. Lips red and bruised from the rough kissing. I liked the look but not as much as the look on Stuarts face. His blush spreading to the tips of his ears and the dazed sexually confused look in his eyes.

Clearing my mind I step out the room, feeling the crisp air of the marble hall and begin my way to the court. This ought to be boring as ever and of real no importance.

While walking I gravitate towards the large glass windows that looked over the garden. There he was, the blue hare sitting against the willow tree that stood in the middle of the grounds. He was picking petals of a rose and letting them gently fall to his lap. This was irritating; he should be in your bed and not destroying your precious grounds. He should be begging for your touch and singing out your name with each thrus-

"My sir, the court awaits"

"I'll be there in a damn bloody minuet" The maid nodded and retreated back down the hall in the direction I should be going. Looking back down to the rabbit one last time before heading off to my royal duties.