#chayaasks

The fresh air of the human world is a breath of relief compared to the atmosphere of the Devildom. Looking over at your lover, you can't help but giggle as you get out of the car and rush over to that cabin that you get to call home for the next few days. 

Forgetting all about the bags in the car, you rush into the cabin to take in the sight. It is a beautiful little cabin, overlooking a lake.  Lost you your thoughts, you don’t hear bags getting dropped, or the footsteps behind you as arm wraps around your waist. His body is pressed so close to yours as his face teases your neck. 

“So this is home for a few days?” The whisper in your ear never ceases to send butterflies through your stomach. Tilting your face up, you press a kiss to his lips before responding. 

“Isn’t it beautiful? And its all ours” A dreamy sigh escapes your lips, excited for a week without the brothers to interrupt, or the threat of being a demons meal. Solomon squezes you tighter to his chest. 

“This is an amazing view” He whispers, and you twirl around in his arms to face him.  Instead of looking around the cabin, or outside at the lake, he is looking down at you, his eyes hold a smoldering lust for you. 

“Solomon-” You start, only to be interrupted by his lips.  He lifts you up in his arms before carrying you into the bedroom, throwing you on the bed. 

“I know what we can do this week” He murmurs, already peeling the layers of clothing off your skin. You let out a moan when his teeth find your collrbone, a mark blooming there. 

“What” You moan, words are barely processing from the sudden heat enveloping your body. 

“Let me show you just how much I love you” The way he says it send shivers down your spine. Nodding against him you smile up at him dreamily and start to remove your clothes. 

“No, I am going to do this, you just relax” He stops you, bringing your hands up above your head, you feel them get wrapped in ribbon, holding them still above your head. Bringing his lips down your body he strips you completely of all your clothes before removing his top. You eye his bare chest, his pacts looking like tattoos in the human realm. Wanting to run to tongue along his skin, you wrap your legs around his hips and tug, knocking him off his balance. It is only a few second that you can pepper his body in kisses and marks before he regains himself. His hands grab your legs and hold them apart, settling himself between your legs. 

“If you don’t behave, I am going to have to tie you down” he promises and desire runs through your viens. Being tied down and fucked didn’t sound too bad and you let out a whine in protest, shaking your legs a little. 

Solomon shakes his head, summoning more rope to tie you with. Tying your thigh and ankle together, he uses flat ribbon to make sure it isn’t too tight agains your skin. His fingers brush along your core, smirking when he realizes how wet you are.  

“You are looking forward to this?” His question has your cheeks flushing, a bashful nod answering him. 

“Well then, I shall not disappoint. I will be happy to tire you out” Solomon whispers the last sentence in your ear, bringing his face to kiss your neck. His hands tase your nipples, watching as they perk up, before his mouth captures one. Your back arches when pressure is applied to the other nipple, your body feeling like it is on fire. 

Solomon changs nipples, watching your face as you writhe against the bed. His fingers trail down your body, leaving your nipples exposed to the cool air, shivers wrecking your body. 

Trailing his fingers and tongue down, his fingers trace your fold, before he steps of the bed, causing you to let out a protest. 

“Just a minute, I have had something I wanted to do” He isn’t far, digging around the bottom drawer of the dresser before joining you on the bed with a box. Opening the box, you try to look inside to no avail. A wand comes out of the box, and as soon as it is turned on, you feel your body react. 

“Ahhh” you squeal as the wand makes contact with your exposed clit, imeaditely sending shockwave of pleasure through your body. Tying the wand to your leg, tit rests perfectly over your clit while Solomon sits back and watch, taking off his pants and palming his cock.  You watch his hand work on his cock, the slow pumping matchign the way your hips loosely hump the bed, wanting to chase your release. 

“Solomon” only his name falls from your lips, but he knows wat you are asking for, hwat you want. 

“Go ahead and cum” He orders, turning up the wand just a little more for that last push. Your body convulses as your orgasm courses through your body, the wand still stimulating your already swollen clit. Solomon watches how you writhe on the bed, whimpering from the overstimulation, his hand still steadily pumping his cock. When your orgasm has died down, he lowers the viberator, his finger entering your core. Thrusting his finger into your core, he pumps it at the ame time he pumps his cick, watching as your body threatens a second orgasm. The steady pulse on your clit and the way his fingers curl into your g-spot. 

“I-I-I-” you can’t speak and Solon nods, adding another finger and curling them just right. Your orgasm comes crashing around you, and you feel him pumping your coure through it, slowly dragging his fingers, nudging the wand off your clit. 

When you open your eyes and your mind is functioning again, Solomon has removed everything but the binds, your legs propped next to him, his erection at your entrance. He is trailing his fingers along your skin, waiting for you to come down. 

“Ready” He whispers and a nod falls from your head, resting your head back, your eyes all shut. The familiar stretch as his name falling from your lips, his cock filling you just the way you are used to. Clenching down on him, you feel his hands go under your legs, propping them up slightly as he starts his thrusts, rough and deep. He makes sure you feel every inch of his cock as he fills you, every thrust driving you closer and closer to bliss. His hand goes over your stomach momentarily, blocking your womb, before sheathing himself inside of you. His erratic thrusts tell you he is close and with a groan of your name, he cums. The warmth of his seed hitting your walls, and his thumb rubbing over your clit has your orgasm washing over you one last time. Your mind blanks out as you are on cloud nine. Feeling your lover release your binds, you roll onto your side, letting Solomon slip behind you. His hands wrap around your waist as he situates his length back inside.

Lancelot

• Alice is sitting innocently on the edge of his bed. Her body is wrapped in Lancelots heavy mantle, but he can see hints of bare skin underneath.

• Approaching Alice while drying his hair, Lancelot raises a single eyebrow at her in question.

• "If I wear the mantle does that mean I am King?" The teasing note in her voice pairs well with the mischievous grin on her face. Lancelot grabs her chin, his fingers brushing along her skin.

• "Only if you can handle the burden the King bears" the whisper is centimeters from her lips, before Lancelot gives her a firm kiss. Lowering her back on the bed behind her he unwrap his mantle from around her body, peppering the skin as it's exposed in marks and kisses.

• His Alice, the sight of her in his mantle drives that fact home. Alice is his.

Ray

• Ray leaves the bathroom to see Alice leaning against his headboard lost in a book. Drawing closer to her, Ray quickly realizes that her 'blanket' is actually his cape.

• Laughter falls from his lips, startling Akice from her book. She smiles when she sees Ray, shifting a little.

• Looking down, Ray catches a hint of brown leather on her thigh.

• "Alice, Why are you in my cape?" Tilting his head crawls over her, straddling her hips.

• "Because it was comfy and you didn't need it in the shower" her innocent smile is at odds with the twinkle in her eye.

• Ray kisses her, hus hands going under the cape, only to realize there was nothing underneath.

• "Naughty Alice" his voice drops as his pants tighten. He is quick to bear her body, not wanting her to be hidden from his gaze.

• He soaks in the image of her laying on his bed, the cape in question sprawled out under her.

• His fingers use his leg strap as leverage to keep her against him as he presses their bodies together, he makes a mental note to buy her more garters.

•

Jonah

• When he exits the shower, Alice is sitting in the window. As he draws nearer to her, he realizes she is wearing only his pale pink shirt.

• "Alice" whispering her name, his hands reach out to her, but when his hand carresses her thigh, he feels smooth fabric. Looking down he realizes that long with his shirt, she is wearing his leg strap.

• Feeling suddenly flustered, Jonah slips a finger under one of the buttons on her shirt.

• "You are beautiful" his simple praise does its job as he watches the blush fall over Alice's cheeks. Scooping her up in his arms, he carries her to the bed, laying her down against his pillows.

• Purposely leaving his strap on her thigh, he deftly unbuttons her shirt, watching her skin be revealed. Trailing his finger across her stomach he loves the way she trembles, goosebumps rising in defense of his ghosting touch.

• Keeping the focus on Alice his fingers finally make their way down to his leg strap. Slipping a finger under it, he eases it down her leg. His lips follow it in kisses, the mewls and whimpers are a melody for him alone.

Luka

• Luka's eyes widen when he sees Alice sitting on the bed, his casual jacket is buttoned up, but he can't see anything else on.

• "Alice-" her name leaves his lips in a whisper as he draws near. His face breaks out in a blush.

• "Where are your clothes?" His fingers touch her chin and she looks up with innocent eyes.

• "I got cold while I was waiting for you so I wore your jacket. It smells good." Bringing her hand up, she smells the sleeve with a smile. The raising of the jacket reveals her thigh and hip.

• "Stop that," Luka tugs down the jacket, trying to make sense of the situation. His fingers brush her warm skin and more heat spreads throughout her body. Sitting down on the bed he pulls her into his lap. His finger seeks out the warm skin on her hips. Lowering his gaze, his eyes meet her desire filled one's and he can't hold back his desires anymore.

• Pressing his lips to hers, he hungrily kisses her, his fingers teasing thier way down to her core. As his fingers slip into her core he watches them, set on bringing Alice the same urging desire as he is feeling.

• "My beautiful Alice" his murmur is barely heard above her whimpers as he draws an orgasm, coating his fingers. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he smiles, set to let the heat consume them.

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Edgar

• Alice was waiting up for Edgar when he exits the shower. Surprised to not see her on the bed like usual, he looks around the room for her.

• An amused smile finds his face as a figure at his desk is bathed in moonlight. Drawing closer Edgar recognizes the white and red pattern of his uniform jacket. Approaching almost silently he peers over her shoulder to see what she is doing.

• "Hello Jack of Hearts" watching the way she jumps, twirling around with a startled look Edgar can't help the delighted laugh.

• Pouting, Alice blushes at being caught, she was hoping to get one up on the mischievous Jack. Edgar scoops her up and places her on top of his desk. He can't help but admire her in his jacket, his beautiful Alice. Trailing his finger along her jaw, he pictures her in a full red army uniform and his pants tighten. Massaging her thighs he notices that all she is wearing is his officer jacket and a wicked smile graces his face.

A groan leaves your lips as you feel around the empty bed, missing his warmth already. Feeling watched, you open your eyes to see Leonardo sitting on the sofa near the window, facing you and sketching. He is still shirtless, wearing only his pants in the rising sun. The familiar scent of his cigarillo and cologne reach your nose and you get the urge to go to him, to nestle against him.  You start to rise, getting ready to  greet him when his voice stills you.

"Please don't move, my muse" Leonardo’s husky voice, sends pleasure through your skin. You sink back into the bed. Half closing your eyes in pleasure you can't help stretching your legs and back, feeling like a cat in the sun. The sheets covering your bare skin shift as you stretch. Too lazy to adjust them, you opt to rest your head on your arms. Studying your love, your new husband, you focus on his face, as the first notes of songbirds enter the cabin.  

You are aware of his eyes on you, the warm golden eyes carefully going over your body. 

"Cara Mia, can you slip the sheet down just a little more" like in a trance, your hands follow, excited to follow his command. You bare your chest and stomach, trembling under the intense gaze. His hands move across the paper as he prompts you. 

"Run your hand along your breast, I want to see you trace your curves." His alluring voice has you feeling your curves. Eyes solely on him, your hands ease across your skin. Cupping your breasts you shut your eyes and let out a soft moan, imagining it's his hands on you. 

" That's it, my love, more" his voice is husky, the desire barely being constrained as he watches you. His ring catches the light, the wedding band. You are aware of your band, as your fingers massage your breast, the cold band coming in contact with your skin. Your brain drifts as your hands stimulate your desire, feeling it spread throughout your core. Your hand trails to your stomach, your mind is drifting to all the places he touched the night before. 

His hands tease your skin in the moonlight, his voice reciting his voice over and over as he strips off your wedding dress. Leonardo Da Vinci, your husband. 

Hands on your thigh pull you from your thoughts. Leonardo has thrown his sketchbook to the side and is back on the bed, hovering over you. His golden orbs are darkened by lust, his hands digging into the bruises on your thigh. 

“Look at how beautiful you are” His murmurs hover just above your lips, closing the distance, you keen under his touch. Feeling up your thighs, his tongue traces your neck, moving down to the tan lines on your shoulders and neck. Burning your hands in his hair, you run your fingers in his locks, scraping his scalp as his hands knead your sore thigh muscles and his roaming lips find your nipple. Your back archs up, brushing against his as he sucks on your breasts, listening as you moan. Your chest tightens as the heat spreads through your body and you sigh his name. 

Leonardo is attentive to your body as he kisses your skin and caresses your sore muscles. His lips trail lower until brush against your lower lips, his tongue licking a stripe up your core. Using his tongue to massage your bud, he smirks as you tighten your legs around his head. His hands keep your hips to the bed as you attempt to rock against his face. His lips and tongue tease you, bringing sighs and moans as the pleasure builds. 

“My Beautiful wife” He murmurs against your bud, the pleasure mounting until one of his fingers graces your entrance. Your orgasm bursts and you arch on the bed, riding out your pleasure. The pleasure is a fire that floods your body. Leonardo continues his ministrations until the pleasure ebbs out, leaving you a breathless mess on the bed. Leonardo’s look of pure adoration comes into view as you open your eyes. His body covers you and you are aware of his length pressing against your entrance. Your legs part unconsciously, moaning at the stretch. Leonardo presses his lips to yours, muffling your moans and breathless sighs as he enters you, his hands holding your hips steady. Bliss fills you as you are able to easily accommodate him, the soreness eases as he gently thrusts, caressing your walls. His lips leave yours and go back to your chees ad neck. Opening your eyes you meet his golden orbs, feeling his love pour from his body with every kiss and every thrust. 

“I love you so much, my precious Cara Mia” His voice fills your ears, breathless and filled with adoration. Reaching your hands up, you cup his face, pulling him down for a long kiss, trying to match the intensity of his love. 

“ I love you, my handsome husband” you murmur back against his lips, your back arches as the pleasure builds. Overwhelmed by the emotions, your pleasure snaps and you call his name out into the room. Shutting your eyes you feel him release in you, his hands rubbing loving circles into your hips.

“Can I see the sketch?” You ask and he nods, a lazy smile spreading across his lips.

The early afternoon sun turns to twilight as Emma’s voice carries throughout the garden. After being given a day off by Sariel, she decided to spend the afternoon curled up in a hammock with her lover, reading a new book she found. Nestled tightly against Rio’s body, to the passerbyer she looks more relaxed than ever as they sway in the breeze. Rio’s fingers are playing with her hair and shoulders, teasing her skin as she read, watching her reactions as she tries to focus on the pages in front of her. 

“What’s wrong?” Rio’s voice fills her ear as her voice fades out, rolling his hips so that she could feel every inch of his length in her. A soft whine leaves her lips as her eyes seek his baby blue ones. Rio presses a kiss to her lips, reaching over to get her some iced tea. Taking a sip, she shivers as a small dribble lands between her breast. Rio catches the small movement and slips his and down her top, catching the runaway drop with his finger. Bringing it up to Emma’s lips, he watches as she licks it, content smile on her face as she goes back to reading.  She is soon disscracted by lips on her shoulder and she looks up into the innocent baby blue eyes. 

“Rio” She murmurs and he smiles at her. Covering her bare shoulder in kisses, he nudges the book in her hands, prompting her to read. 

“If you stop reading, I’ll stop” He whispers softly, his hands starting to massage her body.  She was too tense with all the meetings, all the interactions with the other princes. His hands get to work on massaging her body. A sigh falls from her lips, wanting more from him. His hips give a little roll, thrusting his length in her core and he feels her walls immediately respond. While his hands explore her body, teasing her sensitive spots, his hips roll against hers in a tantalizingly slow pace.  He listens to the hitch of breaths she tries to cover by reading, how her sentences get breathy, or how her voice quivers when he runs his finger along her nipple, paired with a particularly harder thrust. Not one of her reactions goes unnoticed by him, it's his job to know his mistress's body, and know her he does. He is gentle in riling her up, feeling the way she shifts against him, the way her eyes darken slightly, her walls hugging him tighter and tighter. 

Finally as another chapter comes to a close, the book lands on the table next to them with a thud. Her eyes look up pleadingly to Rio, there hasn’t been anyone in the garden for quite some time, and her body couldn’t handle any more of his teasing. 

“Please” Her voice is music to his ears, and he leans down to capture her lips in a kiss, his hips finally moving in her properly. His hands grasp her hips as he thrusts, finally chasing both of their orgasms.  

Emma’s breaks first, her head hitting his chest as rides it out, muffling her cries in his shoulder. Her legs tremble and Rio holds her close, feeling the cliffs of his pleasure approaching as well. With a soft cry of her name, he buries his cock deep in her core and holds her to him, whispering promises of his love as he empties his seed. 

The lights around the garden start to turn on in the darkening twilight as they start to move. Rio cleans up their tea party. 

The gardens bustle with activity as you are given countless tasks in the upcoming celebration. After arguing with Chevalier, evading a drunk Jin and going to find the elusive Yves, you rest against a tree in the shade, shutting your eyes as you go through your to-do list.

Arms catch you around the waist as you are pulled into a secluded area. Trees and roses cover you from the main walkway and you turn to face your lover.

“Clavis!” you scold him, trying to hide your smile from his golden gaze. Wrapping your arms around him you breathe in his scent, feeling his hands creep lower to press against the small of your back.

“I have been looking for you everywhere, everytime you just slip away” His tongue trails along your ear and you shiver.

“Sariel has been keeping me busy-” you start to explain, but a moan rises up as his hands grope your bottom and he slowly backs you up. The cold wall behind you bites into your back and you look up into his desire filled eyes.

“I have seen you with all of my brothers today, but you haven’t come to see me once.” Jealousy laces his voice as he accuses, his lips trailing down your neck. Between kneading the handfuls of flesh behind you and kissing his way down your neck, your brain is too fogged to think up a response, only soft moans of his name. His lips slowly turn upward as you tilt your head, allowing him access to your neck, your hands gripping his hair. Knowing that anyone could find you at any time has adrenaline rushing through your veins. You lips find the Prince’s neck and you pepper kisses, whimpering as his fingers slip under your skirt.

“Turn around. I am about to give you a new task.” He murmurs to you, helping you turn so that you face the wall. The rough wall grazes your cheek as his hands roam your hips, slipping under your skirt.

“Clavis!” a cross between a squeak and a moan comes out as his fingers press against your clit rubbing the bundle of nerves through your panties. He presses kisses to your shoulder, one hand coming up to squeeze your dress, lowering your corset so that he can cup your breast, his thumb rubbing over your hardened nipple. His hips rock into yours, letting you feel the weight of his erection as he thrusts his hips and rubs fingers in tandem.

The heat in your body builds as he presses you tighter against the castle wall, shaded and hidden from others. His hips snap into yours, soft huffs of pleasure sounding in your ear.

"Not enough, I need your skin" he pants, his hand leaving your breast. His hand lifts your skirt above your hips and frees his cock.

"Clavis-" you protest turns into a choked moan when you feel his length pressed against your thighs, rubbing up against your clothed core. The stimulation has both of you shuddering. Bringing his hands back up to your breasts, he fucks your thighs, peppering your neck in kisses and marks, growing more and more frantic the closer to release he gets. The warmth of his length and the weight of it caressing against your nerves has your head falling forward to land on your arms. Soft whimpers of his name turn into muffled breathless moans as words fade out. Even the sounds of people walking by your hiding spot fades away as you focus only on the feeling of him brushing against your thighs and clit.

Clavis’s thrusts grow sloppy as his breathing quickens. His lips press a kiss to your shoulder, a mark blooming as he muffles his moans. Burying the tip of his erection in your thighs, he releases, brushing his tip right along your clit as your orgasm washes over you. Moaning into your arm, you tremble underneath him, appreciative of the wall supporting you. The two of you stay together for a minute, catching your breaths before Clavis hesitantly pulls away. He takes out a handkerchief and gently wipes down your thighs, leaving only the sticky sensation there. A chuckle leaves his lips as he lets your skirt fall back in place.

His eye overlook the event, trying to focus on someone, but unable to find her in the crowd. He had lost her after getting pulled into a pointless conversation with a random noble. She had been dancing with him.But now the Prince’s arm is bare and she is gone, the sun had set on the event. Many had left the castle already, but still she eluded him. Eventually he locates her, bent over one of the balconies of the castle. Her eyes are fixed on the rose garden below as he opens the door. 

“Beatiful night isn’t it?” Her voice greets him the second he steps on the balcony. Her new sundress showing hints of  skin in the moonlight. Crossing the gap, he traps her against the balcony in his arms. A smirk crosses his lips when he feels her shudder in his grip. 

“It is” Knowing the effect of his breath on her, he runs his nose along the curve of her ear, listening to the hitch in her breath. Her lips part, and his smirks widen. 

“You aren’t running?” He questions, stepping back from her, leaving her room to run, but she shakes her head. His fingers catch her chin, tilting up her face, confused. The little rabbit held her ground, instead of running back into the castcle, back to safety. 

Her eyes are flooded with emotion, his eyes searching ofr the reason. Danger, fear, lust and desire all dance in her eyes. The last emotion explains why she isn’t running, why her lips are parting and her pupils are blown wide. Fear and desire, she can feel his power, but she likes it. 

“I knew you would stay, one kiss and you were mine” he taunts her, enjoying the feelings that flicker on her face. So open with her emotion, every sentence he speaks has a different reaction, oh how he could watch them all day. 

“Do you understand what staying here means?” He asks simply, his hand closing around one side of her waist loosely. He wouldn’t persue her if she chose to ran, but to his surprise she didn’t. She keeps her gaze steadily on his and nods, looking up at him with desire filled eyes, the fear fading away. 

“I understand” Her voice is soft, alluring, and Gilbert slams his lips against hers, pressing her against the balcony. His hands close fully around her waist, fingers digging into her dress, raising the fabric above her waist. Turning her over, he smirks when he catches her expression, lips parted in ecstasy. 

“Please someone may see-” She starts to protest as his hands push the dress above her hips and his hand slips around to the clothed bundle of nerves. Her protest dies out as pleasure courses through her body,  and she grips tighter to the balcony. His other hand drifts up to her pouted lips, tuggling loosely on her bottom lip, he bites her ear before finally answering. 

“Let them look little rabbit” Gilbert commands, his fingers slipping aside her underwear to prepare her core. Emma leans back against his chest, moans escaping past his thumb as she suckles on it, eyes half lidded in the pleasure he is bestowing on her core. 

Feeling her prepared, Gilbert pulls away from her body, listening to her weak protests. He lifts her leg over the balcony railing, pinning her there with one hand while the other holds his length. 

Cries of his name fall form her lips as he teases the dampness of her core. 

“Look at how wet you are, how much you desire me” He teases in her ear, listening to the changes in her breathing as he rubs along her clothed core. A flush spreads across her cheeks, darkening the longer the Obsidian Prince whispers dirty thoughts in her ears. A groan leaves her lips when her underwear is finally tugged to the side, revealing her damp heat to the cool night air. Pressing her tighter to the balcony, GIlbert finally enters her, watching her envelope inch after inch of his cock. His eye is dark in desire as he pushes in, keeping a tight grip on her leg and hip. 

“Gilbert-” his name is a rasp from Emma’s throat, her eyes rolling back in her head as he fully sheathes himself in her. His body presses perfectly into hers, his usually chilly skin an inferno against her own flames skin. 

When his name falls from her lips, the hand on her hip shifted, moving to circle the bundle of nerves. Emma responds immediately, clamping on his length and letting out a whine, her body begging for more. His cloak falls around his shoulders, covering her body from anyone exiting the castle to go the balcony, though with her leg splayed out to the side, they may still guess the activity. Protests fall from her lips as he pulls out of her body, leaving only the tip of his length at her entrance. He feels her trying to move back against him and holding her still, he thrusts back in. 

A huff of air leaves Emma’s lungs, her body reacting instantly, the pleasure taking over every part of her body. No longer is she at the castle, no longer is she with the enemy prince, now she is surrounded completely by him. 

“What would the Prince’s think little Rabbit? Impaled on my cock for all to see?” Rasping in her ear as he continues to thrust, brain thinking only on the way she feels gripping his length and the looks on the eight princes face i they were to find her. The image brings a chuckle to him as he feels Emma clamp down, his words bringing her closer to pleasure. Illegible moans fall form her lips, her legs trembling in his hold and he adjusts her so that she is supported. Chasing his high, he watches Emma fall apart in his arms, moans of his name falling from her lips as her orgasm washes through her.  The ending of her orgasm triggers his own, and he releases in the woman, gaze solely focused on her. He would have her, no matter what anyone else said. From the look on her face earlier and the euphoric smile on her face now, it seems that she has no qualms about his claim. After all, she did choose to stay on the balcony with him, knowing full well that he wanted her. 

Tucking himself away, Gilbert helps Emma lower her leg, her muscles a little stiff and unstable. Fixing her dress so she looks presentable, he wraps her up in his cloak. 

“Come, we should get you to bed” He carries her back inside, ignoring the whispers of the staff as they observe the Obsidian Prince holding onto Emma. 

“I told you not to drink so much little Rabbit, now look at you being a nuisance” He says loudly, protecting the woman in his arms from the glares of the castle staff. He steals a glance down to see Emma’s eyes are still glazed and his lips tug up slightly. Murmuring in her ear as he crosses into her room, he lays her on the bed. 

Sleep evades you as you toss and turn in the castle. You have been here for a few days and are quite comfortable in Indivia, but the nights not spent with Roy have you tossing and turning more than usual. Sitting up in bed, you move to the window, letting out a sigh, not knowing a good way to fall asleep. 

As if reading your mind, a knock sounds on the door and you hear Roy’s voice on the other side. Opening it wide you wrap your arms around Roy. He steps into the room and looks down at you with a smile. 

“Can’t sleep?” His voice is gentle and you nod, resting your head against his shoulder. Roy strokes your hair before bringing your chin up. 

“Go change into something to swim in, I’ll wait outside” he whispers in your ear, kissing your forehead and stepping back out of your room. Following his orders, you change into swimming clothes and exit your room, taking Roy’s offered arm. 

“I am going to show you my favorite place to go when I can’t sleep,” Roy explains as he brings you to a beautiful courtyard. Roses surround a pool, and only the moonlight and candles cast light on the area. 

“When I can’t sleep I come out here and smell the roses” he sits on the edge of the pool, slipping his shirt off, revealing his pale skin. You sit next to him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of the water around your ankles. 

“Come on” he whispers, slipping into the water and offering his hand. Taking his offer, you slip into the cool water of the pool, feeling the wind blow as you come up, bringing the scent of roses to your nose. Roy swims up behind you and presses his body close. His arms wrap around you and he starts rubbing your arms soothingly, nibbling on your ear, as he murmurs his love for you. 

“All will be well” his breath on your ear has you suddenly aware of how close the two of you are. His erection is pressing against your back, his arms press against your breast. A whimper leaves your lips as he shifts, and you feel his lips on your neck. 

“Something you like” His voice is light and teasing, his breath caressing your neck. Shivers wreck your body as your breath hitches in response. His hands trail from your stomach to your waist, tracing circles into your skin. His other hand comes up to your breast, pinching it lightly. 

“Kiss me” you murmur, tilting your head up. Roy presses his lips to your neck and you whine. Feeling the Prince pull away, he presses a kiss to the nape of your neck. 

“No” you can feel Roy smirk against your neck. 

“Tell me what you want” he prods again, his hand creeping down to your waist, rubbing against your core. 

“Kiss my lips” you murmur, your breath catching in your throat at the intensity of his kiss. Roy guides you to the wall of the pool, his hands growing more confident as they explore. Pulling down your top, you shiver as he presses you to the wall, the cold surface pebbling your sensitive nubs. A gasp tears from your lips as he gropes your butt,  squeezing the flesh as his face stays buried in your neck. His hand slips past your bottoms, stroking your bare skin and your eyes widened. 

"Roy, what if someone comes in?" You whisper and Roy drops a kiss to your shoulder, curling his finger into your core. 

"What am I doing wrong? I am just kissing my Paramour and everyone should be asleep" He answers calmly in your ear, adding another finger to your core, stretching you out. 

"You feel so good" He groans in your ear, thrusting his fingers, and listening to you moan. Your hand grips the wall for all you have, Roy pushing your legs up the wall a little more to spread them apart. His third finger enters your core, curling into your sweet spot and your head rests on your arms, muffling your moans, the coil is tightening on your core, threatening to snap. 

"It's the middle of the night, let go" He whispers in your ear. The wind blows, bringing the intoxicating scent of roses and you raise your head. Roy adjusts you, letting your head lull against his chest as his fingers move your bottoms to the side. You feel his length press against your entrance and your hips move on their own, desperate to be filled. 

“So needy” he teases slightly, rubbing his tip against your entrance just to hear the whine. 

“Please Roy, I need you” the words you know he loves to hear come unbidden from your lips. Roy’s breath hitches and he slides in your core in one thrust, sinking to the hilt. Breathless moans fill the courtyard from both of you. His hand goes back between your legs to rub your clit as he starts thrusting.  YOu match his thrusts, using your leverage on the wall to rock against his hips, desperate for the release. Roy buries his head back in your shoulder, peppering kisses. His moans still pill past your skin along with promises and statements of love.