All My Feels

holding back a scoff, you defend what’s yours. “he said he’d tone down the violence, okay? he’s lived this life for so long—you can’t expect him to change instantly. we’re taking baby steps here.” 

“please tell me what baby is into sports cars and shootouts.”

mine is! you almost answer. but you keep it to yourself. 

sylus is so cute. 

“come on. at the very least, you have to admit that he’s trying. no bombs, no fires—wouldn’t you call that an improvement from before?” you sigh. sylus is so noble. “sounds like growth to me.”

“one of the cars chasing him just crashed into the median barrier. the screen went black,” she narrates flatly. 

“well, they were probably getting too close to injuring civilians, and he put a stop to it.” he always does. “he hates when the innocent are collateral, you know. he told me that last week.” 

her voice, shrill and incredulous, crackles over the line. “last week? i thought you two were still on  break last week. you know, until he swore to stop dragging you into his markedly less-than-legal schemes.”

“he took me to dinner,” you sigh dreamily. “and he bought me an apology necklace.” sylus is so kind. 

for a second, she’s quiet. “and you just accepted tha—”

buzz! buzz!

“can you hang on a second?” you rush, trying to mask your excitement. “i’m getting another call.”

“mm-hmm, go ahead. i’m taking bets on how much of the city will be left when you get back.” 

in one ear, out the other. as you greet the new caller, all you can focus on is that rich, baritone voice flooding your senses once again. 

“sweetie?” sylus says. you hear the faint squeak of overworked tires in the background. a squeak, not a squeal, you note, warmth fluttering in your heart.

he must be going the speed limit. 

 “i’ll be home soon,” he continues, “but i wanted to pick up a gift for you on the way. you still like lilies, right?”

“mm-hmm!” you chirp. “they’re my favorite.” oh, how he spoils you. 

“i thought so,” he chuckles lightly, the sound soaring over flurries of piercing, thunderous cracks. the final round is the loudest, and then, they stop altogether. “get a vase ready, then. i’ll see you soon.”

“see you soon,” you echo, missing him already. 

when you hang up, you redial your friend’s number. “hey, you still there?”

“yup,” she answers, popping the p. “the news feed cut back on. the car in front just drove through a flower stall.” 

for the first time since the last time, your blood runs cold. “was anyone hurt?”

“no. the reporters said it’s conveniently closed today.”

“oh, well…that’s a relief.” with a hand to your chest and a grin on your lips, you imagine the bouquet of semi-charred lilies you'll see when he gets home. you’ll find the beauty in their imperfections, just like you do with sylus. 

sylus, you think, drifting into space again.

It is late.

You have already sent your maids to their quarters before quietly getting out of your chamber.

The way to the throne room is not far, yet in the dead silence of the night, even with the presence of a few guards here and there, it feels like it takes you an eternity to reach the large wooden door.

You wave at the guards as the door closes slowly, sending them away. Xavier and you both don’t need their protection that much anyway.

He sits on his throne, one hand holding some papers while the side of his head rests on the other.

As you turn around and walk closer, deep blue eyes fleet to your figure, and he lowers the papers, smiling at you.

“It’s late.” You speak to him.

“It is. But I’m not done yet.” He gestures to the small table next to his throne.

“Can’t be productive without my assistance?” You smirk a little, stepping up the stairs to stand right in front of him.

Xavier wordlessly reaches out and pulls you closer until you are standing between his legs.

“Yes. I always need your help, beloved.” He leans towards you, bringing one of your hands to his cheek and nuzzling against it.

You move your other hand, brushing down his long hair. It is a lot messier since he left the resting chamber this morning.

“Eventful day?”

“You could say so.” He looks down before grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. “I’ve missed you. I need you to be here with me whenever I attend to my duties.”

“Too bad, I also have my own duties as Queen.”

He narrows his eyes and quickly lifts you a little, putting you onto his lap. Xavier wastes no time before burying his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“I’ve missed you the whole day.”

“I had lunch with you.”

“I’ve still missed you.” Xavier lands a kiss on your neck. “Stay with me for a while.

You sigh but nod anyway.

“Of course, my love.”

He chuckles happily before kissing up from your neck to your chin and then to your lips. His large hand supports the back of your head as he pulls you into a heated dance of lips and tongue.

“Hmm… I can taste something sweet…”

“I just ate some fruit.” You laugh, nipping on his lower lip before he pulls away.

“Without me?”

“I’ve saved you some in our chamber.”

“But I want something sweet right now…” He gives you a pout, staring up at your face from behind the long, unruly fringes.

You chuckle, seeing the childish side of the “fearsome” King shown only to you, his Queen.

“Kiss me again.” He demands.

“Happily.”

You tug him back into another fierce kiss, pulling on his lower lip with your teeth while Xavier fights to slide his tongue into your mouth.

It quickly turns into a game of sucking and licking between you two as Xavier squeezes your hips tightly.

When the kiss ends at last, both you and he are breathless, panting hard while staring at one another with unconcealable desire.

“I need to taste more of you, beloved,” Xavier says in a low, rough voice right before diving back in and nibbling his way around your neck and collarbones.

He tugs the fluffy cloak off your shoulders, letting his eyes roam your smooth and soft skin under the pale moonlight streaming in from the high window.

“Mine.” He closes his eyes, landing gentle kisses on your shoulder, reaching your collarbones where he bites and sucks a few marks onto your skin.

You pant quietly, tilting your head back to give him more access to your body as he marks you up and down where everyone can easily see.

“I can’t take it anymore…” He huffs, nuzzling against your clothed breasts. “I need more of you. Now.”

“I’m all yours, Xavier.”

That is all he needs to lift you from his lap and stand up before putting you down on his own seat. You know the throne too well, how plush it is and how small you feel sitting on it.

“My Queen.” He kneels on one knee, holding your ankles in his hand.

“Is that a proper place for the King to be?”

“As King, no. But as your beloved, my place is always at your feet.”

He kisses your ankle and then slowly moves upwards, his free hand pushing your dress up past your knees, then to your thighs.

Xavier looks up through his silver hair, locking eyes with you before spreading your legs and letting them rest on his shoulders.

“May I, my love?” He smiles mischievously, nimble fingers gently massaging your inner thighs.

“Go ahead, darling.”

He kisses your thighs in gratitude, moving deeper and deeper with each lick and suck, warm breathing tickling your sensitive skin.

“You smell so sweet…” He swallows, nuzzling some more.

“Just for you.” You hum, running your fingers through his silver hair.

Finally, Xavier manages to push your dress up to your hips, then he tugs on the hem of your underwear a little, just enough for you to know to lift your hips so he can pull the cloth off.

“Good. All mine now.”

He still takes his time, nibbling and licking higher and higher and then stopping right before reaching where you want him the most.

“Why did you stop?” You scowl, tugging on his hair.

“My crown. Wear it.” He orders quietly.

You almost roll your eyes, but comply anyway, taking his crown from the small table on your right and putting it on your head. It is a bit big, but the magic of the crown will prevent it from falling off your head.

“Make sure it stays on until the end.”

That is all he says before his arms wrap around your hips and pull you to the edge of the throne. Then, you quickly feel his tongue on your core, licking between your folds, swirling around your clit.

Oh… you now just realise how long it has been since the last time you and Xavier had time for this. You arch, one hand tugging on his long hair while the other grips the throne’s armrest tightly.

Xavier does not tease much this time, having missed you dearly, diving straight into your welcoming heat.

He sucks on your aching bud, tongue pressing down to add more to your pleasure. You pant heavily, thighs closing on both sides of his head, trapping him against your cunt.

“X…Xavier…” You moan quietly, pulling harder on his hair.

Xavier groans, his hands leaving your body to forcefully open your legs, propping them on the armrests of the throne, putting your body on display just for his eyes.

“There… much better.” He licks his lips, which are glistening with your juices.

“Xavier…” You whine, waving him back in.

“Not that name. Call me by the other one.”

“Xavie…?”

He closes his eyes and takes in a shuddering breath before lowering his head once more, tongue flickering out to spread your folds.

“X… oh gosh… Xavie…” You whine louder when he takes off his glove before sliding two fingers in while his mouth sucks harder on your needy nub.

“Relax, my Queen…” He hums against your flesh, sending vibrations through your body.

His fingers stop moving when they find your most sensitive spot and curl, making you almost scream out as you throw your head back, his crown hitting the plush cushion of the throne.

“That’s it… cum for me… let me taste you…” He coos, raising his eyes to look at your dazed expression while still pleasuring you with his fingers and tongue.

“S…soon…” You nod, arching into his mouth.

“That’s my girl.”

He doubles his efforts, and you turn into a whining, writhing mess on his throne, under his mouth. Your eyes roll back while your walls flutter around his finger, signalling an orgasm.

“Relax… cum for me.”

He presses his face to your cunt, devouring you completely as you cry out, shattering the silence of the throne room, releasing into his mouth and all over his hand.

Xavier chuckles to himself as he licks you up, still stimulating you gently to prolong your pleasure.

“The sweetest taste…” He smiles, looking up from where he is still kneeling on the floor. “The Queen of my heart.”

“Xavie…” You raise your hands, wanting him to come closer.

“I’m here… You look lovely in my crown.” His still-gloved hand caresses your cheek, bringing you into a kiss and letting you taste himself on his tongue. “Especially when you are all flustered and breathless like this.”

You tilt your head and tug him closer, planting lazy kisses on his jawline and down the side of his neck.

“I want you, too…” You murmur against his Adam’s apple.

“You have me.” He kisses and nips on your earlobe.

Xavier picks you up again, and you finally can feel how numb your legs have gone from spreading on his throne while he ate you out.

The silver-haired man sits back down on his throne - now dirtied from your release, but he does not seem to mind - and places you back on his lap.

You can already feel how hard he is through the fabric of his trousers. Xavier is only wearing his casual King attire today, no heavy armour, so it should be easy to access what you want.

Your quick, eager hands unbutton his shirt a little, letting yourself have access to his skin. Xavier only looks at you in amusement, waiting to be marked up by his beloved Queen.

As his bare chest is revealed, you waste no time before leaning in and biting him hard right above his heart. Xavier groans and grabs your waist more tightly, grinding his covered erection against your exposed core.

“More. Mark me.” He half-begs, half-orders.

You happily comply, sucking purple marks onto his skin and leaving teeth marks here and there every time you bite down. Xavier is heaving by the time you look back up, grinning in satisfaction at how many marks you have left on his skin.

“I can’t take it anymore, I need you now.” He growls, biting you back on your shoulder, huffing out your name.

You gasp, pulling on his hair as the bulge in his trousers rubs faster against your thighs and cunt.

“Wait… wait… Xavie… let me… help…” You pant, backing away just a little to unzip his trousers, tugging both their hem and his underwear down just enough for his cock to spring out, free at last.

“Do you see how much I need you now, my beloved?” He purrs, leaning forward to kiss your neck.

“I do. I need you, too.” You admit, shuffling closer, legs folding, and knees pressing down on the cushion of the throne.

“Then, take me, my Queen.”

“Gladly, my King.”

He kisses your wrist gently as if he is not going to rail you on his throne. You bite your lip and guide his throbbing length to your entrance before sinking down, moaning as he slowly fills you up.

Xavier moans your name, eyes fluttering closed. His hand holds your waist tightly, starting to help you move back and forth on his cock.

“X…Xavie…” You call him, bouncing up and down his pulsing shaft with your walls squeezing around it.

“Relax… hold onto me.” He reminds you, hands leaving your waist to re-position your legs in a way that makes you more comfortable. “My Queen never kneels, not to anyone, not even me.”

He whispers into your ear, hot breath caressing your neck, before his hips begin to thrust up faster, filling up your inside with his own flesh.

“Beloved…” You moan, throwing your head back, and Xavier takes the opportunity to mark you up even more, biting and sucking on your skin.

Clumsy hand tugs the top of your dress down a little, enough to expose your breasts so Xavier can feast on them. Hot mouth and tongue are on your right nipple instantly, sucking and licking while his free hand rolls your other nipple between his fingers.

“Beautiful…” He huffs, tugging on your nipple with his teeth before switching to the other one, giving it the same treatment.

You cry out, arching on his lap as he slams up harder while his right hand finds its way down to your sensitive clit and rubs hard.

“Xa… Xavie… gosh… please…” You beg, rocking on his twitching cock.

“Tell me… what you want…” He looks up, resting his chin between your breasts, his movements slowing down a little.

“Cum in me.” You do not ask, but demand. Xavier chuckles in satisfaction, his free hand grabbing your hips and pulling you closer.

“And who am I to defy the Queen’s wishes?” He smiles, his eyes sparkling like the stars on the dark night’s sky. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply right before Xavier speeds up again, slamming into you while his fingers stimulate your clit.

You pant into his mouth, and Xavier eagerly swallows your breath, biting on your lower lip as you do so.

As he bottoms you out, your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you choke on a scream, his name almost falling out of your lips. You convulse in his arms, core pulsating around his twitching cock.

You cumming is also the last straw for Xavier. He bites down on the soft flesh of your breast, muffling his own growl while he spills out inside you, painting your soft, fluttering walls with his essence.

“My beloved Queen…” He nuzzles, heaving as he calls your name.

“Xavie… my darling…” You reach out to touch his face, feeling his warm cheek against your palm.

“I’m here… I love you…” He smiles, leaning back against the backrest of the throne, pulling you closer to curl up in his arms.

When your breathing quiets down a little, the silver-haired man gently lifts the crown off your head and puts it where it truly belongs, his own.

After that, you let Xavier fix your clothes to cover your body completely. He even wraps your own cloak around you to keep you warm before fixing his own clothes, making both you and him look decent. He then carries you in his arms back to your and his resting chamber.

Xavier lowers you to the bed first and quickly removes both your and his clothes.

“Are you tired, love?” He asks, nuzzling against your bare neck.

“Hmmm…?”

“Or… are you up for another round?”

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