❤Majesty❤ - (2doc) Fanfiction

Chapter 17: My Queen

Paula puts Plan C into action

My blood was boiling as I made my way into the main lobby, snapping my heel down and calling for Paula wherever she was. My heavy voice vibrating against the walls as I waited for an answer, there was nothing. This only elevated my furious state. Who would dare come into my castle, go through my possessions, and kiss my Stuart? He was mine, no one else's lips were to ever be near his or lay upon his angelic skin. My skin was crawling and I was trapped in my thoughts of her pushing herself against Stuart. Suddenly I felt a tug on my cape, Noodle stood there behind me. My fury eased but no sign of real comfort.

"What?" I growled, Noodles eyes narrowed as if she was the one in charge and that she wasn't going to be talked to with an attitude. Yet her lips did move to my relief,

"I saw her go into study" She paused, looking down at her shoes then back up, "no cleaning, she wasn't cleaning." I raged past her, this maid was going to be beheaded in front of the whole kingdom. Going back through the halls my fingers clenched and nails pushed into my palms. I saw the door slightly open and a light seeped from it, making a line upon the floor.

I slammed the door open and had no breath left in my lungs. All anger resided as I stared at the view in front of me. There sat Paula, naked. Her skin was warmly lit as my eyes followed her shapely body. Her chest full was pushed up by her folded arms and nipples perked as if she was already playing with them. Her torso narrow and legs crossed blocking the rest of the view. She was sitting on my desk, lips wet as she licked them seductively. Paula's chocolate eyes were narrow and lips pulled into a smile as she watched my reaction, my own skin feeling too hot. I watched her step off the desk delicately, taking strides towards me, wagging her hips playfully. She laid a hand on my chest delicately, nails pressing into the fabric as she slipped past and closed the door behind me. As I was processing what was going on I noticed that a book lay open on the desk, one that was quite used and looked through. A growl bubbled up my throat and I snatched her wrist holding it tight and pressing it to the wall, pinning her. She only laughed and looked up at me with her warm eyes that hid behind her long lashes. Surprisingly she grinded up against me, moving her leg up on my hip, my snarl keeping her interested. She moved her lips up my neck and glided them to my ear. "Greeting's my king"

My hand moved from her wrist and to her throat, throwing and banging her head back against the wooden door. I held her in place, "I will end' you" I reminded her. I was sick of this game that she was playing. "Breaking into my study" I chuckled "Touching Stuart, you're bloody fuckin' stupid" Her body was still moving to grind against me and she was still smiling.

"Oi' c'mon Murdoc, lets be honest, you can't have him, you know this, you need a queen" this made me loosen my grip for a few moments letting her choke and sputter while trying to catch her breath. The room was filled with tension.

My pants were feeling tight and this frustrated me further. I let her go, watching her body slid against the wall as she panted for a breath. I turned towards the desk and went to the book, finding the page open to the traditions of the kingdom. It was written clearly that a queen must be chosen and within the confines of the text it denied any other partnerships.

She was on suddenly on my back, her breasts sliding against me and shooting tendrils to my crotch. Her hands followed down my torso before kneading my stiffening member. It was foreign, it felt amazing, and with Stu being the infirmary for so long my body was beginning to ache for the comfort and feeling of someone else's hand. I pushed into her hand and realized with a pang of guilt, this was not Stuart; the fingers did not belong to the blue haired boy I love. "You have to tell him, you can't be together" She whispered, tongue dragging up the cartilage of my ear. My body wanted this but my mind was begging me not to touch her and not to allow her to touch me. I read the words over and over and looked back at her, she was blushing and horny as hell and I wasn't much different. Her eyes though, they weren't the bright innocent blue, they were brown and hazardous. Her hair did not fall gently around her sharp face that perfectly framed her freckles, no, she didn't' even have freckles like Stuart. I am the King, this is my Kingdom and they were to bow to whomever I chose. My ego, my anger and my frustration fueled me and it felt great. I was the king and this whore was challenging me? My hand came down and across her face, leaving a well-formed red (soon to be bruised) mark on her cheek. Taking a fistful of her hair I brought her back to my face, my eyes staring into hers and a sinister smile spread across my lips, "I am the king, I make the damned decisions, I don't need some whore in my castle and touching me, you are not worth touching me" I reminded her. Letting her go I watched her charms melt into something more deadly, she starred at me intensely before throwing out her nails marking my face with claw marks. We went back and forth, pulling, shoving and ripping at each other's skin.