𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕 (Kiie & Flex)

[Flex]

This was mind blowing. Had she really never done this before? Keeping his hands off of her became more difficult than he thought. So much attention to his pleasure, she was figuring out everything he liked. Her mouth and hands working in tandem to ensure he kept moaning, gasping, his breath hitching everytime she focused on any one thing he responded to.

Most deliciously surprising was when she teased at him hitting her throat. Only to moments later take him in. That was the end for him. That added pressure, her hands coaxing his balls to release, sent his cock swelling in her mouth. Breathing became desperate breaths, mingled with moans. Heat and pressure travelling up his shaft. Her mouth giving it no choice but to continue its journey to completion.

“Vyra, I’m …I’m going to..” he could barely get the words out, a heavy breath cutting off each attempt as his chest heaved.

“Ahhh…” a pulse and his warm seed shot out, “mmm..” another hard jerk, another wave of him. It continued pulsing as her mouth drained him, the world going hazy in his eyes as a momentary bliss took over. It left him spent, relaxing into the mattress, able to touch her now. It had ended.

Reaching down, his hand brushed over her hair, petting her appreciatively. “I want you Vyra.” Not just want. He had to have her. Would have her. The thought of his brother ever experiencing the pleasure she just gave him made his stomach knot.

“Don’t give him your heart, ever,” Darius said, still looking at the ceiling. To desire a concubine like this was foolish. One simple act and he was convinced she was worth the defiance. Worth every bit of crossing the boundaries he’d treaded along so carefully all of his life.

 

[Kiie]

She heard his groan, a mixture of pleasure and release, as she increased the intensity. Her cheeks hollowed, creating a tight, almost painful suction around his endowed member. The rhythm became frantic, a desperate dance of give and take, until the first surge of his release flooded her mouth. The taste was surprisingly clean, subtly sweet with a slightly metallic tang, a reflection of his healthy lifestyle. The texture was thick and creamy, coating her tongue with a warm, luxurious richness. She deep-throated him, pushing the tip deep into her throat, swallowing the thick, milky cum as it surged forth. A guttural "mmgh..." escaped her lips, a sound of both pleasure and slight discomfort as the warm fluid slid down her esophagus.

She struggled momentarily, her throat constricting, but she persevered, determined to take every last drop. Finally, she pulled away, his slick member sliding from her mouth, leaving behind glistening strings of saliva and cum that trailed down her chin. She held his shaft, feeling the lingering throb of his release and the subtle relaxation of his muscles beneath her hand.

She leaned her head against his hand, a soft sigh escaping her lips as his hand brushed through her hair. A low hum resonated in her throat, a sound of contentment as he expressed his desire of wanting to have her. 'Have me? oh my prince, you'll anger the king if he hears you' she thought. Her eyelids fluttered closed, her senses heightened, savoring the lingering warmth of his skin against hers as she pushed the thought aside. The gentle caress of his fingers through her hair sent a soothing wave through her, a brief respite from the calculated performance she had been giving. The air, thick with the scent of their shared intimacy, seemed to hold its breath, suspended in the moment. The soft glow of the chamber's lighting illuminated the delicate curve of her cheek, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the subtle flush that painted her skin.

She allowed herself a moment of vulnerability, a fleeting glimpse of the woman beneath the carefully crafted facade. The rhythmic sound of their breathing filled the silence. She found a strange comfort in the simple act of being appreciated by the prince. Feeling the warmth of another body against hers, the world outside the chamber seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a bubble of shared sensation. The weight of her responsibilities, the constant pressure to perform, momentarily lifted, replaced by a sense of quiet peace. She savored the feeling, knowing it was a fleeting luxury, a stolen moment of respite in the midst of a carefully orchestrated game.

She surprisingly enjoyed their forbidden session.

After a few moments, she lifted herself, her hand leaving his member. She crawled up his body, lying beside him, and gently cradled his face in her hands. She pressed soft, feathery kisses against his cheek.

"But it's the King's decision..." she murmured, her voice laced with a subtle warning.

"If he decides that he wanted my heart right then and there... I'll have to accept it whether I like it or not... and you know what happens to those that defy."

Her voice turned cold, a stark contrast to the warmth she often had.

"Death"

she stated simply, her tone leaving no room for argument. She knew he understood the gravity of her words, the inescapable reality of their situation.

With a swift, decisive movement, she slid off him, retrieving her fur coat from the bed. She folded it neatly, placing it back on the plush surface.

"This will be our secret. You and me, Darius..." she said, a fleeting smile gracing her lips. She ruffled her hair, adding a touch of casual disarray to her carefully styled locks, then turned and walked towards the door. She didn't wait for him to fix himself up, to offer to escort her back to her quarters. She simply slipped out, the heavy doors closing behind her with a resounding thud, leaving him alone in the dimly lit chamber.

 

[Flex]

"If he decides that he wanted my heart right then and there... I'll have to accept it whether I like it or not... and you know what happens to those that defy."

The answer was known before she said it. Too much would be asked of her to preserve this for just him. Yet he wanted it that way all the same. The brief moment of closeness afterwards had meant just as much as the pleasure she gave him. But, risking death was much to ask just to fulfill his desire to have her to himself. A woman who could never be his in any form to begin with.

Even worse she got up quickly. A million thoughts of what to say ran through him. All the same he knew she needed to leave. Every second longer she stayed with him risked her life and possible grave punishment for him. “Don’t go,” the prince murmured. The risk didn’t matter. Just a few more moments with her did as he leaned up. Still she continued.

"This will be our secret. You and me, Darius..."

“Wait…” he called out, but she slipped out of his room. It was better not chase after her. Despite how badly he wanted to. She’d just satisfied him, swelled his emotions and then left as if that was all she was there for. It left him longing for more of her. The exact feeling he shouldn’t have.

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The following morning breakfast was made into a formal gathering. On King Damien’s order, all advisors, nobles with insignificant investments in the kingdom, and Prince Darius were to attend. The meal would be in the palace’s grand hall.

The grand hall itself had a ceiling several stories high, and a walkway above the ground floor usually used for events, where onlookers could watch from above. Large crystalline chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and gold candle bras lined the walls of the massive hall. Blue cushioned platforms served as seating, with an assortment of white and blue pillows to allow lounging. A low rising table sat in the middle of each cushioned platform. The only platform different than the others was the kings, which had several steps leading up to it at the end of the hall, ensuring he was elevated above all others.

Prince Darius sat with several advisors at the platform nearest the kings. King Damien sat alone, though he wouldn’t for long. He’d sent for Vyra to accompany him. Rather than have his brother, or an esteemed advisor eat with him. He’d chosen her to the dismay of many who wished to be honored. A concubine sitting with the king was unprecedented. For Darius it sparked his deep seated jealousy. He would have to sit through watching the woman he desired lounging with his brother,

Food had been set on platters at each table: fruits, cheese, bread with honey, pastries, snd cooked meats. For drinks there was water, freshly squeezed juices, and wine. Yet no one was allowed to eat until the king began, and he wouldn’t not eat until she arrived. She told him he must earn her heart. So he would shower her with the privileges his power allowed him to. A room full of wealthy and powerful men, waiting for her in order to eat their first meal.

When the doors to the grand hall opened, the king stood gesturing for her to come to him, “The Flower of Melandria,” he said, bowing his head subtly.

Darius rolled his eyes at the display. Never would the king do such a thing unless he wanted something in return. It was her heart he wanted, and the Prince would have to sit idly by and bear witness to him trying to take it.

“Come, sit with me Vyra,” the king said, sitting down and patting his lap.