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King Leonardo, despite being seen from the outside as a great sovereign, always with a smile on his face and elegant greetings, when he turned his face away from his people, an ugly and jaded grimace replaced his radiant grin and good manners, making the queen's face only lowered fearfully, trying not to cross with his gaze.

When the doors were closed, and it was time to rest in bed, Y/N, the queen (although she kept repeating her name to herself continuously because she felt that one day her own name would be forgotten) had to suffer hell and under those silks and soft threads, the king, ambitious and willing to do anything, tried in every way to create an heir to the throne.

Many moons and many suns had passed since their marriage, and the conception seemed not to work in any way. So much had been the waiting and the times that had been, even making the queen bleed on more than one occasion, that the king every day was angrier and more violent. His first caresses were replaced by desperate claws and his tender words that made her sleep became hard reproaches that made her cry and her heart was more and more fearful and her breaths were rapid and blocked her every time the king threw her against the bed and without even undressing her or looking at her, defiled her as if she were a simple object.

And so it went on.

The kingdom's healers had already checked her many times, and they never found anything wrong with her, but who was brave enough to suggest that the problem was the king's?

On one occasion, a novice nurse who had just joined the healing corps tried to suggest it... She was never seen again in the kingdom.

The queen knew it, the healers knew it: she was not the problem... However, the king's punishment and reprisals were more feared than the very idea of conceiving the male he so desperately sought.

That night had been just as painful as any other as the dawn began to flood the bedroom where they both lay with light. The king's serene snoring made her nauseous as an iron arm wrapped around her shoulder and pulled her aching body to his. She had not slept a wink, again she had only closed her eyes tightly as she let the torture pass quickly.

She was turning her back to him as she gazed at the window; the sun's rays were warming the atmosphere and painting that gray room with orange hues.

A lump always appeared in her throat when she had to feel that body against hers, still not believing that the man she had fallen in love with at the beginning had ended up being the worst of her nightmares.

She could have come to understand him from the beginning, and she wished to have a child too, to wish to be a mother and to see life grow and forge inside her, having a part of her and her loved one in their features. But not like that, not in that brutal and painful way, not with that monster.

Her thoughts were cut off when she felt the king's frame move and his snoring cease as his naked chest pressed against her back and his breath fell on her ear. That could have been a nice moment, but then knife-sharp words were hurled with a slowness that made her tremble.

"Today I will leave for an important expedition to the south of the kingdom, possibly to create ties with our neighbors, my beautiful queen," he commented to her, "We have been trying to conceive again like all the previous months, non-stop..." A hand suddenly curled tightly around her throat, taking her breath away all at once and making her gasp. With her hands grabbed that iron hand to pull at it without any success. "When I come back in a few months, I want to see you pregnant and this," his claws gripped the skin of her belly hard, scratching it with hatred and no feeling. "I want it to be fully round with my male heir, do you understand me?" She only managed to nod as best she could, her vision beginning to blur from lack of oxygen. "If not, this precious neck will be cut off and your worthless body thrown to the pigs while I search for a queen worthy to carry my seed in her womb."

He released her suddenly, making her gasp and hard tears fell from her eyes as she heard him get up and go to the door, where the servants were already there to start washing and dressing their king.

Y/N's heart was pounding as she felt her labored breathing not allowing her to think clearly, fear gripping her body as she could only cry at the threat and her loss of dignity, hating everything around her, wishing she could just run away from that false reign and never be seen again.

"Are you sure of what you speak, your highness?"

"It's the only thing I can do, Niall," Y/N commented to him after the king's farewell at the castle gate, both of them in the privacy of her private rooms, knowing that there they would be safe from prying ears.

Niall had been the most loyal advisor she had ever had and, although his work was really with the king, the two had become very good friends, and he had become her closest confidant, with whom she had more than once used his shoulder to cry on, and he had helped her try to control her panic attacks that she didn't know how to control.

However, despite their friendship, Niall never stopped calling her "your highness", or referring to her by her title, because of his strict manners in that castle, even though Y/N had often assured him that she could call her by her name, which she would appreciate, but the man was stubborn.

At her friend's disgruntled face, she spoke again.

"I have no more options and this is the last chance I have, please do me this favor as a symbol of our friendship," she sighed staring into her friend's sad blue eyes. "And..." she swallowed hard as she lowered her gaze to her hands. "And if it turned out that I'm really the problem..."

"Your highness knows she's not the problem, you've been checked by every healer in this and every other kingdom," he cut her off sharply and angrily, making her smile.

"I know, but if it were true... I will accept my fate."

"You could run away."

"And where would I go, Niall? My parents are already dead, and I have no friends; apart from you," she added the last as she saw Niall's offended eyes on her at that.

They were silent for a few seconds before the light brown-haired spoke again.

"I will help, your highness, I promise," Niall finally said as he clasped her trembling hands between his. "I don't like your idea, but I do admit it's the last of the options. I will seek out the most confident courtesan in the kingdom; someone who will keep his mouth shut and not be interested in creating unnecessary fuss when the baby is born. And if what your highness insinuates should happen, I myself will help you flee the kingdom, I promise you on my life."

Y/N smiled gratefully at her friend as she got up to walk out the door, but he turned to her first.

"And the cleanest, the last thing we need is for her highness to be infected by some bug." Y/N put on a grimace of disgust.

"Ugh, Niall, that's disgusting." They both laughed, but Y/N called back to her friend before they were all the way out of the room. "Thanks for this, really."

The brown-haired blond nodded at her with an honest grin before closing the door behind them.

"Have you talked to him yet?" Y/N nervously asked Niall beside her as they rode in a carriage that rainy night to the village.

Her friend had rushed her in there and with a confident driver had been telling her that he had finally found a courtesan who looked like he might be able to help.

"Of course not," the light brown-haired man told her, making her look at him with wide eyes.

"And how do you know he's the one?" She whispered to him with panic and rush in her voice, leaning closer to her friend's face.

"He is one of the most famous courtesans among the families of nobles and lords," he explained to her. "One duchess, in particular, remarked to me that he knows what he is doing and always maintains the reliability that whatever happens when they're together will never leave his lips. If not, he will throw himself over the town's bridge"

Y/N knew which bridge he was referring to, it was the highest bridge there was and many had lost their lives there, their bodies never turning up. But the information only made her look shocked.

"How dramatic," Niall chuckled at that before speaking again.

"The only catch the duchess told me is that he always wants his client to go in person to hire him, that he doesn't want vassals or anyone to go on behalf of anyone."

Y/N nodded as she looked out the window, at the darkness of the night and the stormy rain making it all the eerier. She brought a hand to her chest, trying to calm her breaths, trying to psych herself up that it would be okay, that nothing bad would happen, that the king would never find out, and that everything would go back to the way it was as soon as she was pregnant with a male kid.

The carriage came to a screeching halt, making her gasp in shock as she watched Niall get off and look both ways to make sure no one was there before turning and raising one of his hands to help her down.

Y/N sighed one last time before putting on the hood of that cloak that hid her expensive clothes and grabbed the hand of her brown blond friend.

The place of that brothel was quite dark and full of reddish fabrics, smoke from pipes filled the air and the few lights that were there were candles that almost seemed that from one moment to the next they would be extinguished. The lobby was totally deserted of anyone except for a woman behind a large table in one of the corners; she looked older in spite of her provocative clothes showing her cleavage and legs and in her totally sharp red painted hands she held a pipe that Y/N was sure that was the main reason for so much smoke in that place. Down the main corridor several doors could be distinguished and a huge staircase at the very end of it; there was the occasional moan or cry through the doors on the sides, silenced by the wood but that made her look away from where she was looking at them and lower her hood even more if possible as she followed Niall towards the woman.

"Excuse me?" Niall cleared his voice to get the woman's attention, whose tired eyes were focused on some papers before he looked up at his friend, who just smiled politely before speaking again. "I sent an envelope talking about a particularly sensitive matter. I don't know if you'll remember me, I'm Ni—."

"Yes, yes, of course, we received it." The woman cut him off abruptly. "It's the first and only time we've ever received that kind of letter to engage our services." The woman chuckled as if she herself had gotten her joke before inhaling from her pipe again and releasing the smoke directly into Niall's face, inspecting him for a few seconds before diverting her deep gaze on Y/N who stood behind the man and trying not to let it show too much. "Is this her?"

Niall clenched his jaw angrily, almost restraining himself from letting that woman know that she should keep more manners in front of her queen, but this was no time for formalities.

"Yes, she is the one who wishes to engage the services of your courtesan."

The woman was quiet for a few seconds, shifting her gaze from time to time from Niall to Y/N with a mocking grin on her aged complexion before licking her lips amusedly; surely in her mind some joke would have been made to herself before lowering her gaze back down to her papers; shuffling through them until she found what she was looking for.

"Harry is with a client right now, but he'll be finished in a few minutes, if you'd like to sit and wait for him?" She directed her hand with her pipe towards a couch and several armchairs in front of a small stove that warmed that room before saying nothing again and returning to her own business.

As Niall placed a hand on her back to direct her to a seat and wait, Y/N couldn't help but repeat that name in her head, Harry; trying to get used to it and remember it before she met the courtesan who was going to be the man who would share her bed for as long as it took to get her pregnant.

She was nervous, she admitted it, that was going to be her second sexual experience with a man other than her husband, she just hoped it would be quick and not so painful.

Y/N was snapped out of her thoughts when a woman suddenly came rushing through the halls, she didn't even get a chance to inspect her before the front door slammed as the woman exited.

There were a few more seconds of silence before she heard footsteps down the hall again, these slower and quieter ones, before a man appeared in that hallway.

The first thing Y/N noticed about him was how much taller he was, taller than Niall, with long, curly brunet hair that fell past his shoulders, a masculine but nevertheless handsome complexion, and a sharp jawline along with bright green eyes that made her open her mouth unintentionally, from the impression. He was wearing a white shirt only buttoned with two of its lowers buttons, revealing his muscular and white chest, adorned with tattoos, something that surprised Y/N, since it was not usual to see tattooed people; at most it was soldiers and sailors who were tattooed, or even prisoners, something that made her interested in a way.

That man approached the woman at the table, and they engaged in a small, whispered conversation before the woman again raised her hand with the pipe and pointed at them; Y/N averted her gaze nervously knowing that this man had finally noticed their presences, and she couldn't help but think, Why am I so nervous and so tense? Stop it, you are a queen, behave like one.

"So, you'll be my client?" The man's voice made her wince; husky and paused before she lifted her gaze to the green one waiting for her, a cocked and amused grin on his pink lips. "And who are you? The husband? Do you like to watch?" Harry joked to refer toward Niall, who didn't take it as funny before speaking harshly.

"I'd rather we talked better about this important matter somewhere more intimate," Niall said, causing Harry to raise his eyebrows almost in awe and smile wider at him again and averting his gaze slightly to Y/N before speaking again, almost chuckling.

"By all means, follow me, then."

Harry raised his arm pointing down the hallway before turning and with his hands clasped behind his back he began to walk without looking back at them or making sure he was being followed.

Niall and she quickly followed him down the long hallway before heading upstairs; she tried to fix her vision on Harry's intertwined hands to not pay much attention to the noises coming from various rooms.

They reached the second floor at last, where there were not as many rooms as on the first floor, and in one of them, Harry opened it gracefully and ushered them in before slowly and carefully closing it.

That room was nothing fancy, just a large bed with messy sheets that Y/N didn't even want to look at or sit on and several bottles of what she thought was wine, plus pink and red curtains decorating all the walls to make it look more comfortable.

"So," Harry began. "What's this all about? So much secrecy, I will inform you that there is no need for all this; I have already lain with duchesses, ladies, marchionesses, and the odd princess in another reign and never had any problems wi—."

But before the dark-haired man could say the last word, Y/N delicately removed her hood, finally showing her face to the tall man who stood with his mouth ajar, and all traces of mockery on his face dissipated and in its place an angry face replaced it.

"What is this?" Harry asked hoarsely. "Is this some kind of joke?"

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows slightly at the unexpected reaction, not thinking that her presence would bother the man so much, she swallowed hard before speaking, but Niall beat her to it.

"It's no joke and, from the way you're reacting, I can say you didn't even read the letter I sent."

"Of course, I read it," Harry defended himself. At least he wasn't illiterate, which surprised the queen, considering that people who worked in places like that be so because they had no other options due to their lack of skills. "At first I thought it was some kink shit. Knocking up a woman of high status? I thought it would just be some fetish of hers for just filling her up and that's it, but this..." He pointed to her. "This changes everything."

Y/N already knew that there were rumors in town about the lack of an heir and that many people were aware of her pregnancy problem.

"How?" She finally spoke, her fists clenched, almost feeling ashamed of that whole situation. "How can it all change?"

Harry sighed heavily through his nose before finally looking at her, his complexion softening slightly and trying to contain his nervousness and fear at having the queen of the realm stand before him and ask him what she wanted from him.

"I don't want to meddle in royal affairs," Harry admitted. "If the king found out, my head would roll."

Y/N couldn't help but notice the lack of manners towards her, even if at that moment it wasn't necessary, but it surprised her. Normally they always treated her as 'your highness' in any situation, even Niall spoke to her that way, and they had known each other for longer.

"He'd never know," Y/N charged angrily, walking up to the brunet and standing up to him. "I don't see any problem, we'd bed a couple of times, and I'd finally have a male child to give to the king. You wouldn't have anything to worry about because the child would have royal blood, so you wouldn't have to care about his life ever, no one would ever know."

"I would know," Harry whispered harshly in her face, almost making her blink; they stood in silence for a few seconds, inspecting each other before Harry grinned mockingly and darkly, making her shudder. "So my queen wants to use me as a breeding horse and really expect me to accept so quietly and never think about it again." He almost spat in her face, she pursed her lips in anger. "I don't think so."

When the dark-haired man turned to a small chest of drawers to pour himself a glass of what looked like whiskey, all the anger in her body dissipated, and she only thought about the consequences... That this was her last card, her last chance, and she was losing it, she had just lost it, of trying to survive. When she saw that stubborn man did not turn his face towards her and only drank, she opened her mouth trembling again, and in her eyes, tears were created at the thought of the king, his return, and that everything was still as they were at that moment.

"Plea—." She tried to plead in a whisper, but her words weren't even heard before Niall stepped forward, trying to make him understand.

"Sir, I beg you to think about it, this is a matter of life or —."

"No."

And it was with that resounding denial that they left, an immense emptiness in her body as if her doomed soul had already admitted her fate, and thick tears streamed down her cheeks with a steady gaze as they returned to the castle as they had come back; with nothing.

It had been several days since they met with Harry, the courtesan, and despite Niall's attempts to find someone else, the advances did not prosper, and he only met with crazy men full of diseases, some even with lice and quite disgusting marks on their skins. The brown-haired blond even went back to talk to several damsels of high society, but nothing, all ended up always mentioning the same name: Harry.

Y/N, on the other hand, felt the weight of the world on her and often did not even want to get out of bed, thinking of the minutes, days, and weeks of freedom and life left to her before the king returned and found that he had not yet impregnated his queen. She spent her days crying, leaving her soul to mourn, and no longer knew what to do.

Moreover, a few days ago she had again spoken to her healers to find out if at least the last sex session with the king had resulted in a miracle; again, nothing.

The only consolation was that at least she would be reunited with her long-lost relatives and the torture of being queen and married to that cruel king would be over, but still... she was afraid.

She had always wanted to be able to do things in her life, to be able to help the people of her kingdom; with ideas like more beneficial healthcare and a broader and more complete education for all the children. And, although it seemed that only the king wanted children, she had always wanted them too, her desire to be a mother had been slowly overcome by the stress and tortures that surrounded being in her position and being married to such a horrible man.

On many days she thought back to Harry, the man who had so brutally rejected her, that she didn't really think it was a possibility, why was it so important for Harry to have a baby with her? Did the idea seem so horrible? Why would it torment him to have a child to whom he had no responsibility? Considering that many courtesans became pregnant and there were many orphaned children.

Suddenly an idea came to her as she thought about it.

She sat up in bed abruptly, her mouth ajar as she thought about it, how many months would the king be gone? Maybe she could pretend and lie a pregnancy, maybe she could go to any orphanage and look for a baby, maybe—.

But her wild thoughts suddenly ceased as male shouting began to be heard in the hallway outside the bedroom. Her brow furrowed in confusion, and before she could get out of bed to go investigate, her doors suddenly flew open.

"Let me go, I say to you, you damned buffoon of the devil!"

And there stood Harry, the courtesan, quite angry and shouting at a serious and annoyed Niall while two guards were tightly gripping and holding the brunet with long wavy hair that was at that moment disheveled.

Y/N froze, not knowing what was going on, her eyes wandered from the brunet trying to be released to her light brown-haired friend.

"Niall, what is all this?"

The golden brown-haired one finally looked at her, parting his gaze full of rancor from the brunet towards her; a worry and sorrow in his being harbored by his friend standing there.

"I'm sorry, your highness," he began. "But I can no longer watch you weep and mourn each passing day as if you were awaiting your fate without fighting anything more."

"Fate?" Y/N heard Harry whisper, but her eyes didn't leave Niall's.

"I understand you, but this... Forcing a man to..." She didn't even know how to describe it, Niall was about to speak again, but was promptly cut off by Harry's hoarse, angry voice.

"The scoundrel dared to drag me here like a dog! You bastard! Coward, son of a —!"

"I've done what needed to be done," Niall shot back, turning away from Y/N to face the enraged jade eyes, head held high and a sneer on his complexion. "You're nothing but ungrateful," the dark blond man spoke to him. "You have been spoiled by your previous clients and are capable of rejecting the queen herself because of your ego and narcissism."

"Talk about ego, he who imprisons an innocent man against his will because he is incapable of accepting rejection." The crude, venom-filled words were almost spat upon the blue-eyed one, a sneer on pink lips as he watched the insulted expression Niall put on.

"You're just a fucking insolent bitch," Niall whispered, making Harry tighten his jaw at that word. "Who do you think you are to turn down a queen and talk this way to me?"

The wavy-haired brunet looked at him for a few seconds before opening his mouth again to return the insult, but the queen was fed up with being talked about as if she wasn't present or couldn't fight her own battles.

"Enough!" Y/N commanded, making both men look at her quickly and silently as the soldiers straightened; not used to hearing the queen call on so seriously. "This is too low, and I'm quite disappointed in you, Niall." The blue-eyed one just lowered his gaze, but couldn't reply to anything, embarrassment reflected on his face as he turned away from the tall brunet. "Release this man," the soldiers quickly obeyed, causing the brunet to finally stretch and stand to his full height. "I apologize to you for this occurrence and for the insults my very friend has made against you, Harry."

Y/N knew it wasn't very formal to speak to him by his first and given name, but she didn't know the last name and didn't think the brunet had any title by which to address him.

Harry stared at the queen for a few seconds before nodding by way of accepting her apology, though the tension and fury he felt at being dragged there still showed in his lean, muscular body.

"Now," she spoke again. "I wish to have a private word with Harry, if you will permit me."

The soldiers straightened up again as the last time before saluting and leaving quickly at the order, however, Niall stared at her for a few seconds in bewilderment and not knowing how to act.

"Are you sure, your highness?" His friend's voice sounded unsure and broken, but this time he sounded not like a loyal servant, but a friend.

"Please," Y/N whispered to her good friend with a small smile to reassure him. While she might not have liked the way the brown-haired blond had acted, she knew he had done it in good faith and out of mere concern for her; after all, he was her best friend, what else could she expect?

Niall nodded not entirely satisfied before turning to the door and closing it behind him, slowly, a click at the end was heard before, at last, the queen found herself alone with the tall brunet.

The first thing she heard then from those pink lips was a sigh of disapproval and weariness.

"My answer is still no, my queen," Harry wouldn't even look her in the eye, his grimace of boredom growing as he looked everywhere but at her.

Y/N didn't know where to start, so with her eyes still teary and red from days of crying, she just walked over until she was face to face with the tall brunet again.

"I know, I just..." Her voice was low and insecure, almost shy, nothing like how she had spoken before, but she couldn't help but let her vulnerability resurface at that moment when there was no one else to see or judge her; just her and that beautiful man. "You're my only chance, Harry." Her heart hurt as she watched him roll his eyes in annoyance. "The king..." That would be the first time she would speak so directly about her situation, but it was her last bullet, and she felt Harry might come to understand her; it was stupid considering she didn't know him, however she didn't hesitate to keep talking. "The king is not as great as he would seem in the eyes of the people. He... he is obsessed, he has tried everything with me, he has even tortured me in such a way that he has even made me bleed..."

Harry turned his face to look at her slowly, his annoyed face turning to concern as he heard the queen of the realm speak in that very, very vulnerable way, as if the title in that instant was nothing and the one in front of him was a frightened and in danger woman, asking him for help.

He swallowed saliva before speaking in a low, broken voice.

"You mean...?" he couldn't finish the question as his eyes lowered slightly to the queen's empty belly; even though he had never been shy and demure when talking about sexual situations, he couldn't... his voice choked just imagining the situation of that king that everyone admired doing that to such a beautiful woman and supposedly the love of his life when they were married.

Y/N nodded, understanding what he meant, before continuing.

"And this... This is my last chance," she sighed, unable to keep the tears from falling again as she broke down in front of the man. "He will kill me if I don't do my duty to provide him with a male heir."

Harry gasped at the news. He didn't know, and he would never have imagined that the king was capable of that, his eyes were opening, and he didn't like what he saw; a feeling of wanting to protect her from all evil suddenly invaded him, almost making him vertiginous since he had never been so concerned with a client.

"But what if it's a girl?" Harry gulped; hated and his chest hurt as he watched her cry, yet he still held his head haughtily, for she might be in a worse situation than any prisoner, but she was still the queen.

"I don't even want to think about that possibility." And it was true, many times she had thought about it, but she didn't even want to know what would happen in that situation, and she also didn't want to know how monstrous the king could become. "So, Harry, please..."

Y/N knelt down without thinking in front of that man. She didn't care, the danger was high, and her life was at stake, which she cherished, she didn't care about her title at that instant.

The tall brunet gasped as he saw her on her knees, pleading with him, a lump in his throat remained, and he didn't know how to react, petrified as he felt and thought that this beautiful woman didn't deserve to be feeling all that nor to go through what she was going through. He shook his head, thinking again about the cons of that situation, as one of the first reasons he didn't want to, was simply that he couldn't go back to living peacefully with himself knowing that a kid of his wouldn't know of his existence while calling another man 'dad', while he would be watching from a distance, wishing he knew him. He knew it wasn't a very proper mentality for someone who offered his services and his body for the enjoyment and pleasure of any woman or man who was willing to pay his price, but still... He wouldn't be able to live with it.

But, on the other hand, there was that lovely queen begging him, pleading with him, crying for him. He shook his head to himself as he closed his eyes and let out the breath he seemed to have been holding all that moment before opening his emerald eyes again to focus them on hers who still hadn't moved an inch from where she was kneeling, looking up at him with a prayer in those teary eyes.

"Please..." She heard the sigh again. A manly hand rose to rest under her chin, his thumb slowly wiping away a tear that fell down her cheek.

"A queen should never kneel," he almost whispered to her, asking her not to keep stooping for him.

"Right now I'm no queen, Harry," she replied with a grimace feigning a pained smile. "I'm just a frightened woman begging you for mercy."

The brunet let out his breath again at her words, hating how weak her voice was and how vulnerably she spoke to him, before he too knelt in front of her, not holding the pressure of being above her.

"Then I'm just a man who accepts that deal to save her."

Y/N just felt her heart stop all at once at the sound of him as a smile appeared on Harry's beautiful, angel-sculpted face, a sob once again gripped her chest as all she could do was throw herself into the brunet's arms and repeat her thanks continuously until her voice was hoarse.

That same day, they decided to make the agreement and that Harry would be paid his price multiplied by twenty, considering that he was not only offering her his services but much more. Also, he asked her for at least one day to organize the schedule he already had contracted with several clients so that he could be with her almost every day. Harry told her and promised her that during the time they were together, he would have no more female clients and that he would be totally exclusive to her, something that confused Y/N, as she didn't think that Harry would be so devoted to the cause that he wouldn't even sleep with any other woman while he was contracted to her.

In addition, Y/N assured him that he could do as he wished during the day even going to the village again, while she was in charge of governing the kingdom in the king's absence, and that she only asked him to be discreet so that not many people would see him when he was in the castle, even entrusting him with a secret entrance that was really an emergency exit in case there was a need to flee the palace.

She knew that there were many of the king's faithful in the court (almost all of them) and she knew that many would be watching her; knowing that many would go to great lengths to betray her just for the compensation the king would provide them. Many times they had looked down on her, knowing full well that the king would speak very badly of her to those people when she was not present, and the last thing she wanted was for them to discover a lover entering her bedroom every night to try to impregnate her.

They would do everything discreetly and Y/N really hoped that it would work and that the nightmares and torture would end.

That day Y/N was nervous as she went through the kingdom's paperwork, things about the economy, and treasure ships... She couldn't pay attention as her heart was beating fast in her chest. That would be the first night of many she would spend with Harry, and she couldn't understand that nervousness and tachycardia, since she had been the one who had hired him.

She let out a loud sigh as she put down on the table the sheet of paper she had tried to read more than ten times without success; she was finding it hard to concentrate, just thinking about the brunet with long wavy hair and his perfect eyes, the body that she had only been able to appreciate slightly through an unbuttoned shirt, discovering and showing those tattoos that had left her speechless the first time. She wondered how many more he had and in what areas.

She felt her face slightly heat up at his lewd thoughts, trying to imagine nude scenes and what would happen.

She was also nervous about what it would be like; Harry would literally be the second man she would sleep with in her entire life, the first having resulted in extremely painful and unpleasant experiences, which she had often wondered what it would feel like to actually experience the pleasure of the sex she had often heard about or read about. Also, for some reason, she was afraid that she would not be up to scratch with Harry, that she would not give pleasure to the brunet. She knew she should not have to think about it, since the whole point of it all was to get pregnant, not to feel pleasure or give pleasure.

But, nevertheless, she kept thinking about that handsome, masculine face and his one-sided grin, where she thought she had seen some dimple, unfortunately, there had been a few occasions when she had seen the brunet real smile, so she was curious about that too.

But why was she thinking so much about that man? She shouldn't be so interested in him. To Harry, she would just be another client, paying for his services. She had to stop.

As she ate her dinner, her nerves kept rising and more watching the sunset through the window, knowing full well what was coming. She ate half of her plate before getting up and heading almost at a run to her private royal chambers, telling the servants she needed no help washing up and heading to her bedroom in her nightgown.

Before entering, her fingers trembled on the doorknob with her chest rising and falling rapidly, shaking like a twig on a windy autumn day, and she kept continually questioning why that was and commanding herself to stop.

But before she opened the door, it opened from the inside, the man who had been in her thoughts all day appeared and looked at her with a small tilted smirk before greeting her.

"My queen, I already thought you wouldn't show up," he almost teased, making Y/N's cheeks feel hot again; he chuckled at seeing her act so coy. "Don't worry, I don't bite... that much."

She tried to ignore that as she quickly entered the spacious bedroom, glancing at the soft carpet beneath her before slowly sitting down on the bed.

"Alright," she whispered more to herself before slowly pulling her nightgown up her thighs slowly, almost fearfully, without going any higher. "I'm ready, let's get started," she finally looked up at him as she parted her trembling thighs.

Harry stared at her with his brow furrowed in confusion before an amused smile appeared on his face, though his eyes couldn't help but stare intently at the queen's exposed and totally unblemished skin, which made his Adam's apple of his throat quaver as he swallowed saliva. He refocused on her face as he shook his head and concentrated on his work and not on weird thoughts.

"What are you doing, your highness?" The brunet asked her as he approached her until he was in front of her, towering over her, she tried not to look him in the eye, feeling her chest heaving from the nerves she felt.

"Just... Finish as soon as possible," she sighed, glancing up at him quickly before lowering her eyes again, trying to focus on the cross tattoo he had on his left hand. How ironic, she couldn't help but think before that same hand reached up to grab her chin gently and lift her face upwards, making her look at him intently.

"Let's make one thing clear before we begin, my gorgeous queen; you may rule and order all you want outside these four walls, but," he pronounced each word slowly and his voice hoarse. "When those doors close, I'm in command here." His almost animalistic growl vibrated his broad chest and a wide, almost predator-like grin appeared on his mouth, finally marking those two dimples Y/N knew she had noticed slightly beforehand. "And you will refer to me as 'Sir', do you understand me?"

Y/N straightened slightly with her mouth ajar and not knowing what to say, she only knew that everything he just said had made her shiver with a pleasure she had never felt and that, although it made her feel tiny, also like her title of queen no longer belonged to her, and only the man in front of her existed. She swallowed saliva before his other hand reached up as well and brushed a few wild locks away from her face. She nodded, almost fearful, yet it was a delightful fear that only made her feel her insides heat up and between her legs tingle.

"Words, precious, I need words."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... sir." She stammered, feeling her complexion heat up at the words that were not normally used in her day-to-day life.

"Good girl." And there was that clench between her legs again, making her press her lips together to keep from whimpering. "Now let's do things my way."

Before she could ask which one it was, sultry, intense lips bit hers with fervor and passion, making her gasp before she was evolved by all the manly scent that wafted over the brunet. One of his hands had grabbed her face, the huge hand that made her feel his fingers on her face as well as on the back of her neck while the other one had rested behind her, so he could lean in, smothering her in a boiling kiss that only made her dizzy.

She felt his head tilt to the side and his teeth bite her lower lip softly, a tongue asking for entrance harshly, before she let him do what he wanted to her. Her trembling hands caressed the brunet's hard, firm collarbone, feeling the warm skin.

His tongue swept across her and fiddled with her own before parting slightly, his lips pecking hers before separating just inches from her face, their breaths altered.

His green eyes had grown darker and her lips trembled even from the caress as his hot breath fell over her half-open mouth, wanting to melt into him again.

"Such a sweet girl." She heard him purr before he kissed her again, but this time he pushed her until they both lay properly on the huge royal bed, his long brown hair covering the sides of their faces.

Their bodies began to stroke each other over their clothes, causing them both to let out several high pants between their mouths as his restless hands began to move and pull the nightgown up further until he could position himself between her shaking legs and spread them open for him. Harry could feel and see her nipples begin to harden under the silk of the nightgown, and he couldn't help but feel an intense need to be able to see for the first time the nakedness of that beautiful queen, who was moaning and writhing under his body with a need that made him quickly harden in his pants.

His fingers grasped the end of her nightgown urgently, before pulling away from her suffocating mouth and whispering hoarsely.

"May I?" The brunet asked with the last drop of chivalry and politeness he had left; he knew he should hold back and focus on his work, but for some reason, at that moment he felt more excited than ever.

She nodded to him slowly, although the brunet could appreciate a hint of nervousness and shyness that made him feel a hint of sweetness for her. Focus, she's just another client, her being the queen has nothing to do with anything, He scolded himself in his mind before finally focusing on undressing her, with an unseemly slowness in him but his green eyes could not help but watch and observe with appreciation every chink of skin that was being exposed until finally, that damned cloth had come off her body.

The brunet grunted appreciatively before rising into a sitting position and appreciating and admiring her as she deserved. No wonder she was the queen, her skin was beautiful, making him want to bite her and mark her and kiss her, she smelled like flowers, and he knew she would be an addiction he would be willing to take. Her nipples were fully hardened as he had already known, but, still, just the sight of her tits made his cock feel a twitch of joy; his hands caressed her thighs on the sides of her hips, and he could feel her still trembling and that made him feel blissful.

Before he could say anything else, however, her arms came up until they covered that beautiful view, making him frown in confusion before he understood from the look of embarrassment on her face.

"Don't do that, you're ravishing and no one should ever cover up an artwork." His firm but kind hands grasped her wrists before he leaned down again and perched them on either side of her head and kissed her again, but this time with a softness and tenderness that made Y/N's chest flutter with butterflies, making her forget every dark thought that might appear with respect to her body and the situation.

Harry's hands moved down her arms again until they led to her tits without any qualms and squeezed them lightly, making her gasp before she felt his thumbs fiddle with her firm, sensitive buttons, pinching and caressing them. Her back arched without realizing it, seeking more intently his warm, soft touch that was making her see stars and her pussy clench in her panties continuously.

She felt the brunet's mouth separate from hers slowly, his intense lips biting her gently before lowering his kisses down her neck, depositing the occasional hickey before moving further down, and she couldn't help but let out a louder whine as she felt Harry's hot mouth wrap around her nipple all at once and suck intensely as his other hand continued to work over the other peak.

She hadn't noticed when her hips began to roll upward, trying to get some contact with the brunet's hot frame, eventually being able to get it against his hardened crotch that made them both gasp.

Y/N felt her whole world spinning, and she had totally forgotten who she was and what was going on, she just knew that there was only Harry on top of her fondling her and giving the pleasure she had never felt before, even on her wedding night she had never felt that intensity and passion.

Her hands quickly grabbed Harry's dark hair, hearing a particular growl from the brunet at her supplies of their groins rubbing together, making her moan against his mouth and her chest shiver as she felt that tongue lick the sore nipple before blowing coldly and making her whimper from the sensitivity. Harry grinned at her cute reaction before directing his mouth to the other nub that had only been attended to by his fingers, slowly wrapping it around as his other hand began to move down her body, caressing her sides with his fingertips and tickling her before finally reaching where he was most eager to touch.

She was already wet, and her panties totally ruined, his fingers only brushed her clit lightly before he heard her speak again.

"Y-You don't need to do that," she gasped in a weak voice, averting her gaze when Harry broke away from her tits to pay attention to her. "There's lotion in there..." Her fingers pointed towards the nightstand where indeed, there was a small bottle of what the brunet imagined was lubricant and from what he could tell, it had been used many times already; he clenched his jaw slightly to keep from cursing why that would be before kissing her lips lightly again, a smile cocked to the side before answering her with the deep voice.

"Oh, we don't need that, precious," he assured her, caressing her cheek tenderly. "I'd rather you be wet and ready for me for what I'm doing and will do to you."

She didn't even get to answer him before she felt his fingers again on her bundle of nerves quickly in a circular way and making her arch her back more for him as she felt prickles of pleasure run through her and felt the walls of her core tensing continuously, being able to feel her panties totally ruined and wishing he could take them off completely to feel that touch more intensely.

His strokes did not stop, and she even noticed how, while his fingers were totally focused on rubbing her clit, his thumb had moved down to deposit itself above her entrance, where the panties dripped further, and she felt that thumb lightly brushes inside her. She could only curse that single fabric that insulated his touch directly against her before her back arched fully again and her pussy tingled with a pleasurable quiver, her folds sensitive as she let out an intense moan and her mouth fell open in shock as she felt the first orgasm of her life. Electric sparks ran through her whole body as Harry kept stroking her clit to prolong the sensation as long as he could before she fell back on the bed, her breath quickening and her thighs shaking, trying to keep her eyes open as she stared at the man who had just made her feel heaven itself with his fingers alone.

Harry smiled contentedly as he watched the queen unravel on the bed, trying to control her breathing. His eyes saw her sweaty, post-orgasmic body with joy, her tits rising and falling as those narrowed eyes inspected him vaguely. He couldn't help but run his tongue over his previously wet fingers before licking his lips; she really tasted great, and he couldn't help but hope he could drink her orgasm directly from her.

"Felt good, huh?" The brunet asked teasingly as he watched her finally start breathing normally again, his hands fondling one of her still trembling thighs. "First orgasm of your life?" Although it was sad to know why, and although she had never told him, Harry would have figured it out and wanted her to at least have that for the first time, to experience a proper orgasm. Besides, that way, at least she would already know how to do it to herself when he was no longer there. Harry felt a spark of sadness at the thought of the last, but he tried to shake that stupid idea out of his head before refocusing on the now and her.

Y/N stared at him and thought; yeah, that really had been the first organism of her life, and fuck, no wonder she already understood those giggles of some maids talking about their passionate romances. She whined at the thought of the sensation she had just experienced and nodded her head at Harry's question before suddenly pressing her thighs together, still feeling the sensitivity of her pussy and making her gasp; she still needed more.

The brunet grinned wolfishly at that reaction, and if she thought that was the end of their session, she was very wrong. He would give her more, much more. He brought his face close to hers again before kissing her passionately again, still feeling her body shudder, and his lips nibble hers; he couldn't help it, she was like a candy he wanted to savor all the time. And she surprised him when they parted again, but her teeth closed on his lower lip, pulling him slightly and again making him feel his cock twitch in his pants.

"Are we getting naughty now, huh?" The brunet asked her with a playful smile and suddenly loving that part he was discovering, he licked his lips as he looked down her body again; he couldn't stop admiring her.

"Yes, sir." And there was that nickname he had ordered her to call him and a growl came from his throat as he heard her, his green eyes dilating before grabbing her panties and slamming them down her legs, making her giggle at the brunet's inordinate urgency before standing up at the foot of the bed; letting her eyes watch him intently as he took that wet, ruined fabric into his mouth and licked all over the stain she had left; his eyes smiled delightedly as her thighs again clenched with need and a mewl came from her mouth; making him chuckle before he began to undress for her; giving her his own private show, after all, she was paying for it.

Y/N felt her body heat up even more, if that was even possible, and her cunt throb as she finally saw him totally nude in front of her for the first time. Her eyes admired the broad, muscular torso, roaming over the artistic tattoos that decorated his skin, especially his left arm before moving down that huge butterfly in those marked abs and down to the laurel leaves that decorated the hip bones that were marked before she got to where she couldn't help but let out a sonorous whine again; he was big, much bigger than the king had ever become; he was fully hard and red, a vein was scarred under the thick shaft and from his slit small drops of precum had begun to leak, making her hips shake slightly, however, he was also clean and neat, his trimmed pubic hair and heavy balls were visible.

She couldn't help it, but her mouth watered all at once, her saliva in her mouth almost dropping as she wished in that instant to do what many other maids she had secretly heard do, and she had never understood why they would do it voluntarily; now she did understand.

Harry smirked as she admired him from the bed, never taking her eyes off his tall form.

"Do you like what you see, your highness?" Y/N turned her eyes suddenly to the brunet's face, feeling caught and embarrassed for staring at him when he had just done the same to her not more than a few minutes ago. "Oh, don't be embarrassed, gorgeous," he said to her as he returned to the bed, between her legs open and welcoming to him as he leaned over her, again his long dark hair blocking out the light in the room as it hid their faces. "It's exactly the same for me with you."

Their lips slammed again, nibbling, licking, growling, and moaning against each other as they brushed, their hands roaming and searching, inspecting and uncovering each other. Hers didn't hesitate to lightly claw Harry's broad back while his squeezed her skin and tits again before again his right hand moved down her body to her still soaking and needy pussy.

"Shit, you're so wet," he grunted loudly and curiously slipped a long, slender finger into her slit, slowly entering her and appreciating how tight and warm she was; he really needed to get her ready for him, he didn't want her to feel even a spark, not a tingle of pain when he was with her. "So tight, I need to loosen this sweet pussy to fuck you properly."

Y/N moaned at the first direct contact of that digit beginning to pummeled in and out of her, she almost hadn't noticed it, but had only felt intense delight as she felt that finger began to slowly but deeply roam her, stroking her walls; she didn't quite understand what Harry was looking for until a particularly pleasurable point made her arch her back again and make her moan as her groin began to rock towards that hand.

"There it is," Harry cooed contentedly, that wolfish grin reappearing on his face along with those dimples. "So beautiful and eager."

His praises made her belly quaver with fire and her face burn as she let herself be done by that man who obviously knew what he was doing while he kept distracting her with his warm, smothering kisses over her tits and lips.

She didn't even notice a second finger enter her until he increased the intensity of the rhythm and let his fingers plunge rapidly in and out of her, continually touching that spot that made her see stars. She only became distracted when she felt his hot cock brush lightly against her thigh, which made him gasp against her lips; a sound she wanted to hear again, so she didn't hesitate for a second before running her hand down his hard abs to his red cock and wrapping her hand around the thick shaft.

"Fuck," she heard him roar as she began to jerk her hand up and down his hard cock, trying to create the same pace with which he kept finger-fucking her; his cock throbbing against her palm, and their kisses, along with their groans and pants, had them entering a spell that only the two of them were part of.

Harry could feel that soft hand caressing his length with a gentleness that made him shove his hips towards it and squeeze the head slightly as it reached there, her thumb stroking his slit and letting his precum leak all over his cock before moving back down and creating that sweet sensation again.

He felt the walls of her pussy clenching around his fingers continuously; in a way that made him grunt with delight even though his cock hadn't been in her yet, but he wanted her to cum again. Which happened soon after, hearing her gasps against his lips intensify and her other hand, which was not on his cock, grabbing his wrist; not to make him stop but on the contrary so that he wouldn't even think of stopping, which he wouldn't even think of doing, especially seeing her enjoying and moaning so freely and pleasurably.

Several loud whimpers came out of her mouth again as she arched again, cumming again at his fingers as he had buried them fully inside her pussy, moving them ever so slightly to continue touching his sweet spot inside her.

"F-Fuck." That was the first time he had ever heard a queen utter profanities not befitting a queen, and he would never be ashamed to say that he was the reason for the queen's near-hypnotized state as she felt the second orgasm of her life.

He had to pull her hand away from his member because he felt like that he would cum at any moment, his cock twitching and pulsing continuously against the soft palm; and not just from the caress, but from the lustful hot scene of the queen with her legs wide open for him as she moaned his name and writhed as she climaxed.

It would truly be an image he would keep for life in his brain when it was his turn to be with less graceful clients.

When she came to, and he noticed that her breathing was trying to regulate itself, he kissed her face and cheeks gently, distracting and calming her.

"So fucking beautiful and perfect," he praised her continuously, sweet nothings in her ears falling warmly.

Harry at that moment was very distracted, but later he would scold himself, as normally he was not so intimate or close with his clients; he did whatever he wanted to them and made them moan and cum as much as they wanted, but he had never gone to such an extreme as that, of treating them with the gentleness with which he was treating Y/N, but he could not help it, seeing her so liberated, full of pleasure and gone for him, so vulnerable and letting herself be done without remorse.

"Can you continue?" Harry asked as he saw those tired eyes staring at him; he still needed to cum, but he didn't want to overwhelm her or tire her out to the point of fainting. "We can continue when you've recovered."

Y/N heard him, but shook her head; yes, she was exhausted and only saw white around them, but she didn't want to, because when she looked into those eyes and down that body to his hard red cock, all she wanted was for him to finally fuck her; she needed him, and she didn't hesitate to let him know it.

"No, please." Her eyes were misty which worried Harry, making a mental note to himself to find out better in more sessions like that if Y/N was prone to going into subspace, which he would then have to be careful of if she went in, he would be especially careful. "I need you, please, please. Fuck me."

His cock twitched again at those last words before depositing one last kiss and leaning to his knees again between her quivering legs open for him, his green eyes gazing with pleasure at that pussy glistening with juices continually opening and tightening for him. He didn't hesitate to run his fingers again over the damp petals and her drenched slit, drawing out a satisfying grunt as he heard her whine and her hips again rousing into him needily.

"You're soaking wet and so open for me, precious," he praised her with a satisfied smile before gently grabbing his cock for the sensitivity he felt and starting to approach the tip towards her leaking entrance.

Slowly he began to slide inside her, feeling her walls begin to embrace him softly and welcome, warm and wet, and although still somewhat tight, he knew it would be because of his size, but still, he paused occasionally to calm himself and not cum at that instant and to go looking at the queen's face in case any twinge of pain arose, but he didn't get to glimpse any.

Y/N opened her mouth in shock and pleasure as she finally began to feel that cock stretching her pussy, deep gasps fell from every millimeter of his shaft that was steadily opening her up. It didn't hurt; nothing, on the contrary, even though he was much bigger than the man she was married to, she only felt pleasure as she felt him enter deep inside her. Her hands gripped his shoulders to try to concentrate on the sensation, but her body was trembling with joy and her core was only tingling, her face a broad, delighted smile that made the brunet feel something in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't explain but that only made his face blush redder.

When he finally bottomed her out, they both let out a groan in unison as Harry let himself lean onto her body carefully, hugging her, feeling her legs wrap around his hips tightly, sinking his head into her neck, and smelling the sweat and sweet heat of her skin as well as hearing her moan for him.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, just in case, even though he felt her reactive body and hips moving toward him hungrily.

"Y-Yes, please, sir." Again, she used that title that made his cock throb inside her. "Move, please, please, please."

He didn't hesitate a second longer and less for those cute pleas and his hips began to pound slowly towards her, pressing in different ways and discovering her deepest sweet spots, trying to find out which ones she liked to be touched the most and at what pace.

Soon their bodies began to roll in sync as Harry rested on his forearms on the sides of her head and with his knees his rhythm began to grow, continually thrusting into her with deep lunges that made her back arch and her core tightened against him closely and pleasurably.

Y/N could only hold on to the headboard of the bed to keep herself afloat and her other hand gripped the brunet's hard ass as he fucked her hard, squeezing her buttocks with her fingernails to try to make him go deeper, if possible, inside her. Her hips were rocking alone as they moved to the pace he had chosen, and from her already sore throat came cries and moans that were accompanied by the brunet's name or the nickname he had asked her to call him; she didn't care at all. Every time his cock rammed into her, she felt his head touching her cervix precisely and rubbing her sweet spot, while his pubic bone was stroked her sensitive clit all the time.

The room filled with suffocating heat as it was heard their mixed moans, grunts, gasps, and the wet slapping of his cock every time he slammed into her, plus the sound of his balls slapping her ass.

Her firm nipples rubbed against his chest and her tits were slightly flattened, but she didn't care because everything was perfect as she drank from those lips his grunts and groans, watching those green eyes inspecting her and his red, sweaty face while his mouth was open; every now and then he would close that little gap to give her a quick, shallow kiss because they both needed that air to keep on living.

The brunet's eyes roamed her body beneath him, writhing in pleasure as he heard her, calling out to him and begging for him and fuck, how good it felt. His vision lowered to where they were both connected, a roar in his chest vibrated as he began to increase the pace, and turn his gaze up her sweaty body to those captivating eyes.

They both felt it; that soon they would cum, and they never wanted to stop. They were on their own planet where only the two of them lived.

"Is this what you wanted, gorgeous?" Harry began panting to her as he sensed she would be cumming shortly, and he wasn't much further. "You wanted me to fuck you and fill you until you dripped my cum all from your sweet pussy?" Y/N nodded, shuddering at the thought. "So beautiful and reactive, I swear you're the best fuck ever. Shit, this pussy knows how to squeeze me so good, so hot and tight."

"Please!" She begged him, eager for her peak, but also to be able to see his.

"You always look so fucking adorable when you beg me," he admitted before his hands suddenly lifted her legs until her knees met her shoulders; spreading her wide open, her eyes not only widened from the shock but also from how deep he was going in that position making her throw her head back in a cry of pure delight and pleasure, her mind blank as she felt the tip of his cock fuck her and ram her faster and more intensely, she only saw sparks around her and moaned sonorously.

"That's it," he said again with a smug smile. "Squeal, gorgeous, this is for you, enjoy every fucking second."

Before she could know what was happening, she was again cumming unpredictably and hard, she could feel her pussy quivering as she bathed the cock that continued to ravish her relentlessly with her juices. She didn't know what was happening, but before that orgasm was over, suddenly, Harry pulled out of her and knelt on the bed before turning her shaking, orgasmic body around and bending her knees, her ass in the air, on all fours, and shoved into her hard again, causing her body to react all at once and start rocking continuously to him, with that rhythm he had chosen while still feeling the previous orgasm sparking in her pussy.

The intensity, passion, and everything about the situation made her cum again hard, making her shudder and scream before finally hearing a sexy, masculine groan behind her that made her wish she could have seen the brunet's expression as he cummed before she felt that long cock plunge deep into her core and felt Harry's warm, sweet seed begin to fill her and paint her walls.

Her whole body was trembling, sweating, and exhausted while she only felt her body being held by the firm hands of the moment as he fucked his semen lightly inside her, with small jerks.

"That's a good girl." She heard him whisper. "Take all my warm cum, you're going to look so shiny all rounded with my baby."

Y/N could hear him and even though they both knew what would really happen, they both indulged in their fantasies and decided to ignore the harsh reality of it all.

When he already felt his length begin to soften, he slowly slid it out of her pulsing cunt, his hands still in her ass in the air, trying not to hurt her sensitive walls too much before his eyes watched with intensity and longing as his white cum already began to drip from her pussy. A slight twitch on his cock distracted him, trying not to get hard again after the hard session he had provided for the queen, who was still trying to catch her breath.

Just slowly and carefully, he fucked his seed with his fingers inside her, licking his lips, wanting to drink from her and clean her with his mouth; but he had to restrain himself and more so considering that those white drops were really why they were in that situation.

Gently he laid her back down on the bed, her eyes closed. Harry smiled to himself, for she had indeed passed out. He would try to be less intense in later sessions, but he hadn't been able to help himself that first time; it had all been so suffocating that she had clouded his mind of his most logical thoughts at every turn.

Harry got out of bed and quietly went to the bathroom and wet a small towel, bathing himself and cleaning his cock of remnants of cum and her juices gently, before returning to the bedroom with another wet cloth. He began wiping the sweat from her resting and sleeping body, her breathing now calmer, before moving to her groin and washing it delicately and inspecting her face in case he hurt her.

When he was done, he just went back to the bed and crouched on the side he knew was where the king normally slept. Turning over, he wrapped his arms around Y/N's body before closing his eyes and escorting her into the dream world.

Normally he liked to talk after sex, but on the first day he understood and understood, plus there would be many more days ahead to do that.

You shouldn't do that with a client. It's just business. He scolded himself again with a slight frown before falling back into a deep sleep.