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Cardan was laying down on the bed as if it were a flowery meadow. Which, well, it was a bed of flowers but not quite literally a grassland. The High King was waiting for his wife to finish bathing, he had offered to wash up with her or even to wash her back but she would turn him down everytime. Pointing out how he would immediately start to snuggle up against her and lead things to go haywire.

Sick of waiting, Cardan walked up to the bathroom door. And just as he was about to go in, Jude walked out of the room, almost hitting him in the face with the door. Realizing what her dear husband was about to do, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, giving him a disapproving look.

"You know, sometimes I really wish I could still command you."

Unfazed by the comment, Cardan answered assuredly.

"Oh interesting, what would you make me do? Shall I swear an oath to you again just for tonight?"

"Ugh." Jude pushed Cardan aside, making her way towards her dresser and sitting down to brush her hair. "Whatever it is you’re thinking about, I know I don’t need an oath to make you do it since you would obey me gladly for anything that would feed your fantasies."

He smiled, thinking how his wife knows him so well. Then he followed her to the dresser, standing behind her.

"Allow me."

Snatching the brush away from her hand, the King started to lovingly brush his Queen’s beautiful hair. Sometimes his hands would brush against her neck, though most times it was done willingly and Jude knew that instinctively, yet she let him do it nonetheless. Since she liked how gentle his hands were when he took care of her. It was almost therapeutic… if it weren’t for the few times her hair would be too tangled and result in her quietly wincing at some of his brush strokes.

"...Would you do something for me as well?" Cardan mutters, yet Jude catches it clearly.

"Of course. Would you like me to brush your hair as well? Although…" Jude looks at his reflection in the mirror. Slick as always. "It doesn’t look like it needs much brushing at the moment."

"No, not that… my back is what would need some of your help."

Now that Jude thinks about it, she has never clearly seen his bare back, since the only times he was shirtless, she would usually be facing him…

"...What is it? Don’t tell me you’ve got back pains?"

"Mmh… Something like that."

Worried, Jude’s gaze shifts to the ground, remembering how Balekin treated him. And how she never told him about it. She reasoned with herself, convincing herself that there was absolutely no need for her to bring up his past to him again… unless he would be the one to bring it back first. In that case, she felt like she had to tell him. She didn’t want to omit information like this.

And as she had thought, that day was today. Cardan let his shirt drop to the floor, turning his back to her, allowing her to see the state it was in. It had small marks all over which was concerning since the Fae are much more resistant to scarring, in fact, they almost never scar at all. The only way for them to get a scar is if the same spot is abnormally hit over and over again and not taken care of, which practically never happens. Since treating a wound right away is the natural thing to do. Seeing how his back was in this state, Jude came to the conclusion that Cardan at some point just gave up on trying to heal the wounds, knowing that the same thing would keep happening.

"I consulted a Faerie who has a knack for medicine. They said that I should apply-" Cardan hands over something that looks like a weird cross between honey and condensed milk. "This lotion. Apparently, it could possibly even heal old wounds."

Taking the container into her hands, Jude looks into Cardan’s eyes, touched that he would ask that of her.

"I see. Go lay down on the bed then, I’ll apply it."

Leaning over, not only does she apply the lotion, she gives him a light massage while she’s at it. Hoping that it will somehow make her following words less hurtful.

"...It was all Balekin’s doing, wasn’t it? Back when I was working undercover for Dain, I saw how he treated you... Um. Unwillingly, of course."

Cardan stays silent for a moment, before uttering a simple and calm. "I see." Which takes Jude off guard.

"That’s it? You’re not mad?"

"What is there to be mad about? I always knew there was a possibility that you had witnessed it since you even found that damned paper." The one with her name, written down over and over again. Obsessively. "Besides, at this point you’ve seen me in all of my lowest moments. This one is only a trace of the past I’d like to erase from my back… Well, quite literally."

Jude laughs seeing how he still has a sense of humor at a time like this. But she still appreciates the honesty, and his attempt at lightening up the mood. And although she can’t see it, she feels his tail flailing behind her. Either because of his nervousness at showing his vulnerability, or her massage is just that good. She doubts it, though it’s probably a bit of both.

Suddenly, a ridiculous idea pops up in her head. Most likely because she wants to make him feel comfortable. To please him.

"Cardan dear?"

She takes on that sweet tone. The one Cardan recognizes as a very favorable signal to some filthy doings in their private chambers. He knows that tone and gets giddy, only hearing it is enough to get him thrilled.

"Yes, my Queen of mischievousness?"

Already exasperated, Jude lightly taps him on the head.

"Would you let me tie you up?"

A bit taken aback, Cardan turns his head to the side, trying to see Jude’s face. Which she disallows by placing her palm on his eyes, blocking the view of her red cheeks. Despite the offer, Jude was still a bit shy from saying such things.

"As well as your eyes and your mouth. I’ll cover them. Would you agree?"

Cardans grins, his eyes still covered by her hand.

"Just as you said earlier my sweet Jude: I would gladly agree to anything of the sort."

From then on, things are a bit blurred. Jude digs through their wardrobe and room, in search of cloth that can be used to cover his eyes and something to tie his mouth with, so that he can still sort of get sounds out without being able to talk. And finally, for the rope she settles for a thick lace used for corsets. All she needs is to tie them well around his wrists and it’ll do the work.

Cardan undresses himself and lets himself be tied and covered obediently, not even asking what she plans on doing with him. Or to him. In truth, the answer to that question, Jude wouldn’t even know it herself. She just wants to see him unable to move freely, helpless under her gaze, her touch, her words. Whatever they will turn out to be in the moment.

As he’s finally there in front of her, his knees on the bed, hands tied behind his back, eyes and mouth covered, he’s completely at her mercy, yet Jude gets nervous and confused. She wonders what he expects of her or if he has any expectations at all. And if he did, what would they be? She has nothing ready, nothing clear in her mind. It’s all jumbled together in a mush of anxiety and craving. Thus she decides to test the waters, starting slow. Letting her body and instincts do the thinking.

As she slowly slides a single finger down his arm, she can feel him shiver at the contact. Gaining in confidence, she crawls on the bed and makes her way behind him, placing her hands around his shoulders. She rests a soft kiss on one of the small scars on his back, then another. And another. And everytime, Cardan tenses up a bit, almost as if he can’t breathe when she does that.

Gently, Jude starts talking. She’s not sure why she feels the need to, but she lets the words spill anyway.

"Humans say that if you kiss a wound, it will heal faster. It’s just a saying but…" She sneaks in a kiss again. "I hope the lotion will work. But even if it doesn’t, I’ll keep kissing your scars forever. Would you like that?"

Shyly, Cardan nods and as he does, Jude swears she can make out a wet spot on his blindfold.

"Cardan…?"

He slouches a bit, and although Jude has never seen him do that, she takes a guess.

"Cardan… Are you crying?"

His silence speaks volumes and Jude’s heart drops.

"Oh honey. I’m so sorry, should I stop?"

Yet as she makes that offer, Cardan shakes his head immediately in strong disapproval with the idea.

"Are you sure? We can stop anytime."

He nods and Jude raises her hand , running her hand through his hair, what she hopes to be a comforting touch.

"Okay. If you ever feel like stopping just… hit me with your tail or something." She wraps her hands around him, taking him into a warm embrace. As she does, it feels as if all the tension has left his body. Like he’s completely giving himself up to her.

Jude doesn’t think about what she should do or what she shouldn’t do anymore. She just lets herself show him her affection as gently and as lovingly as she can. Every single one of her actions is so careful, so lovely, Cardan feels like he could drown in this much love. And how lucky he is to be drowning in it.

As Jude caresses his ear then cheek, he shamelessly nuzzles himself against her hand. As if he’s a needy animal, hungry for attention. As if he’s her pet and only hers to play with. Jude smiles, a bit full of herself seeing his complete submission to her and how he willingly cast his pride aside, acting so pathetically cute.

"Good boy."

Cardan shivers again. This time it’s more clear as the shiver even reaches his tail. It’s quite an adorable spectacle, really. And how lucky is Jude that he only performs like this for her, and no one else.

At this point, his length is begging to be touched. She purposefully avoided that area all this time, loving how frustrated and desperate he got because of it. Cheeky, she reaches for his thighs, grabbing them firmly then caressing them.

"You want me to finish you?"

Cardan nods, a whining sound coming out of his throat since he can’t really speak.

"Hmm… I don’t know, I’m quite tired of this already. Try pleading a bit?"

Without any hesitation, he grovels on the bed, his forehead against the soft fabric of their cover. Jude is baffled at how easy it was, she can’t even laugh. She just can’t, Cardan is truly adorable when he’s being honest. In fact, Jude is now certain that there is nothing cuter. She pets him, praising him for his display of sincerity. And as she does, his tail unreservedly moves from side to side, showing his gratefulness at the kind words of praise and her touch.

As he sits up, Jude guides him to her lap, allowing him to rest his head there as she extends her hand to the area down his navel. He makes a sound at the contact.

"Sorry baby, too sudden?"

Cardan strokes his cheek against her thigh, as if to assure her that it’s okay. But as he prepares for the up and down sensation of her beautiful fingers on his shaft… nothing comes. She’s not moving her hand.

"What’s wrong dear? Surely you can try to move on your own? Go on."

As if the humiliation of him groveling in front of her wasn’t enough, he’s now expected to please himself by moving his hips on his own? He squirms under her gaze, while not even knowing where it’s directed. Yet somehow, it feels so good to be watched, to be seen, to have somebody’s undivided attention on your whole being. And knowing that they love what they see. Losing himself in the moment, Cardan obediently does as he’s told. Well, not like he has any choice. Holding on that long was already unbearable, he needed to quench his craving.

So he kept moving his hips against her rough, yet still soft fingers. Holding onto her promise, Jude didn’t move her hand away, letting Cardan desperately thrust himself against her curled up hand. And as he felt himself reach the end, an embarrassing sound left his throat. Usually it had been low and rough, this time it was high and whiny. Almost like a whimpering pup. The pleasuring sensation gone, as his thoughts cleared up to what had just happened, reality finally hit him in the face and he felt mortified. He wanted to run and hide yet at the same time… A big part of him had loved it, being treated like this. Being loved like this. Making a fool of himself in front of his darling wife.

Little did he know that the wife in question had little restraint left in her as well, if at all.

"You’re so adorable Cardan. Please, give me one minute."

She climbed on top of him, riding his thigh. Rubbing herself on it like a depraved animal, just as much as he had. And as she did, she couldn’t hold back her voice either. Cardan suddenly felt regret, not being able to see her in that state, although feeling her stroking herself on him was admittedly thrilling in and of itself. And it quite literally did only take one minute. Turns out she was just as desperate as he was...

And as she finally freed and untangled him of all of his restraints, the exact same thought was in their minds.