#jurdan fluff

Climbing the steps of the dais, I lower myself into a mock curtsy, "Hello, my king." 

Greeting me with a smile, there's a glint I can't quite read in his dark eyes as he leans forward, reaching to cup the backs of my thighs - spreading his slightly, to pull me to stand between them. 

"Come on," Cardan chuckles softly. "I know you can go lower than that." 

I only shake my head at him playfully, running my fingers through the thick of his hair, gripping soft curls to tilt his head back a little further. 

Resting his chin against the bodice of my dress, that familiar burn shooting to my core at the deep sigh which escapes the back of his throat, any last residual tension fleeing his body. His tail coming to snake around the bottom of my calf, making sure I don't turn away. 

As though sensing my desperate yearning to close the gap between us, insistent hands guide me to settle myself onto Cardans' lap. 

With his body flush against mine, my voice comes out barely above a whisper. "I didn't expect to find you in here." 

"Were you looking?" Our faces merely a breath apart. 

"What if I were?" 

There's a beat of silence between us and I know he won't give me his answer until I surrender mine. 

"Yes." I admit, my eyes flickering to his lips, feeling much too vulnerable to keep our eye contact. “Yes, I was.” 

Cardans' smile seems to widen further at my admission, leaning in so his lips can brush against mine. "Well, then I'm glad you found me." 

An ache that I cannot suppress burns through me as gentle hands stray from my waist to roam the rest of my body. One moving to trace the curve of my hip, as Cardan entwines the other among my hair. 

Nails grasp at my skin as I kiss and nip along Cardans jaw and down his neck, little bruises materialising in my wake. Soft moans blessing me as I arch myself into him further. 

A startled gasp escaping my throat as Cardan adjusts his hips below me, his own desire evident against my core, despite the multiple layers of fabric separating us. 

Far too many layers, I realise, the wild need to shed every inch of his clothing becoming overwhelming. 

Moving to pull at the laces of his trousers, Cardan pauses me. Bringing my hand to his lips to kiss the light scar running across my palm, before lifting me into his arms to settle me gently on the edge of his throne, before taking to his knees before me. 

Cardan Greenbriar, High King of Elfhame, who kneels before nobody but his Queen. 

Golden rays from the rising sun gleam through the thin panes of crystal, bathing his skin. Morning beams accentuating the gold rims of his irises and the smeared metallic atop his cheekbones. Though he is on the floor, he appears no less powerful. Maybe even more so, the smirk he wears a reminder of the power he holds in this moment. 

"It is you I revere, my Jude." Whispering against the fabric of my dress. 

My chest heaves as Cardan continues his devotion down my body, pulling the fabric at the front of my dress to expose my breasts. Grasping one into his hand, squeezing my nipple while circling the other with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. 

Shocks of pleasure radiating from deep within me, ankles wrapping around his waist pulling him closer. A silent plea for more. 

"All you have to do is ask." Cardan chuckles against my skin, catching my eyes once more. "Tell me what you want from me, my love." 

"I wan-." 

Sentences swallowed by the surprised moan which escapes me. By the pressure of Cardans' fingertips forming circles against my clit, fingertips I hadn't noticed him sneaking under my dress. 

Pulling my hand from his hair, clapping it over my mouth, attempting to stifle the sound which escapes me. 

"None of that." Cardan affirms, pulling my hand away from my mouth. "I want to hear you, Jude, I will hear you. Now, why don't you tell me what you want." 

The words struggle to form in my mouth, his hand between my thighs slowing down torturously the longer I don't speak. 

Forcing myself to try focus, pushing past the vulnerability, "I want you." 

"Oh, that I know." His gaze unwavering, as he slides a single finger inside me. "I can feel as much." 

"Cardan." His own blush hitting his cheeks at the sound of his name, my voice a breathy mess, "Please." 

Cardan, kneeling to a higher eye level and bringing his hand to caress the side of my cheekbone, "You're going to have to be more specific," his eyes that of a man seeing the stars for the first time. 

"I want you to f-." His stare so intimate, I'd believe him if he said he could see straight through to my soul. 

"I want to feel-." 

"That's it, my dangerous wife." Finally adding a second finger, curling both inside me. 

"I want to feel your mouth, your tongue." I breathe, involuntarily pushing my hips up against the pleasure; hoping to find some more friction. 

Placing a single kiss to my jaw, Cardan continues his descent, a lazy smile on his face. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" His voice laced with sarcasm. 

Cardans free hand slipping behind my thighs, resting them atop his shoulders to be cushioned by the feathered shoulders of his tunic. There is no attempt from Cardan to hide his smirk at every patch of red which is revealed the further he pushes up my dress. Kissing each patch, new and old, before swiping his tongue against my folds. 

Hot pleasure builds in my gut at Cardans unyielding reverence, tongue and fingers at an inhuman speed. 

"Look at me, Jude." 

There is no glamour in his words, not that it would work, but I feel compelled regardless. 

Pulling my head up, my gaze meets his. Hand pressed firm to my lower stomach, but still letting me grind against his tongue. He looks beautiful like this, kneeled before me ever so willingly, I know it would pain me I ever forgot this. His lips stained from both wine and my arousal, tears threaten to spill from my eyes as I'm scolded with shocks of pleasure. 

"Cardan," his name a string of prayers on my lips only urging him on further as I continue to shake around him. 

Refusing to let up only until I'm gripping for his collar, dragging him up my body, thighs dropping from his shoulders. 

"Would you like a taste?" His fingers shining with my slick hover above my lips, "It's divine." 

Insatiable hunger only heightened from the sweetness Cardan is pushing past my lips, letting me taste myself off his fingers. 

"I need more. I need all of you." I barley manage, tugging to rid him of his tunic. 

"Of course, my love." Helping himself out of the rest of his clothing before taking my place for himself and resting me atop him. 

Bruising fingertips cling to my hips. Overwhelming pleasure drowning out the small burn of stretch as I sink myself onto him, a deep groan reverberating through his chest at the feel of me. 

"Feel so good," Cardans' words slink down my spine. "Always so good for me." 

Rolling his hips beneath me, until he is fully situated inside me. I cannot help but match his movements, tipping my forehead to rest against his own - a tangle of limbs together on our throne. Cupping Cardans face to capture his lips with mine, I am acutely aware that anybody could stumble upon us any minute, but much too bridled by sheer desire to care. My body alight as he repeatedly hits that spot only he can reach, throat hoarse from the sounds only he can illicit from within me. Beads of sweat drip from my brow, mixing with his own. 

“Did you like the sight of me kneeling before you?” Cardans breath hot against my already burning skin. 

Gods, I did. An abundance of visions flooding my mind of all the times he’s gone to his knees before me, and all the times he will in the years to come. Before, and after, he takes me. And he knows. Gods, he always knows. 

A soft chuckle pulling from him as I can only whine in response before a blinding pleasure devours me and I’m pulsing around him, tears leaking from my eyes. His own movements becoming desperate, almost feral, before shuddering beneath me and spilling himself inside me. A final few thrusts to stop the sheer amount of his arousal leaking from me. 

Dragging a finger along the panes of his toned torso, my exhausted muscles giving up on me, I collapse my head to rest between his collarbone & jaw. We should move. Should pull our clothes back on and make our way back to our room before someone discovers us. But with Cardan lazily fingering soothing circles into my back, gazing down at me, my body softening against his despite myself. 

"You're beautiful." Speaking more to himself than to me, that stupid smile on his face, the softness in his voice a caress down my spine – we're not moving any time soon. 

18+ ☾ warnings: light bondage, naked female! clothed male, p!v sex

The sun had not yet risen from her slumber when Jude arrived on the threshold of their marriage chamber, barefoot and clad in only a silk cherry robe that barely hit her mid-thigh.

Her cheeks had flushed slightly as she had padded past the royal guard, but they had paid her no mind. Despite her experience as a spy in the Court of Shadows, it was no easy task to maneuver around the halls once she had been crowned High Queen, and even less so whilst dressed for a rather conspicuous attempt at seducing her husband. Much to Jude’s chagrin and Cardan’s unbridled amusement, the guard were by now well used to the King and Queen’s fervent revelries and midnight trysts and were not in the least surprised by the Queen’s state of undress as she passed by.

In the year since their first time, their sex had grown ever more passionate and varied. Sometimes it came in the form of tender, languorous lovemaking, others it seemed they could hardly restrain themselves long enough to undress before they were upon one another, locked in a fierce battle, each of them straining to gain the upper hand in a never-ending fight for power.

The past week had been one such power struggle. Cardan had teased her relentlessly nearly each day, silently curling his tail up her thighs under the table at council meetings and feasts, stroking over her underwear until her thighs were slick and she thought she would be set on fire from wanting him.  

Each time she had tried to steal him away afterwards, she had found him cornered by courtiers, councilmembers, and revelers, all who sought a precious word with the King. She would look at him pleadingly and he would merely shrug and wink, leaving her flustered and aching, forced to attend to her own supplicants all whilst unable to ignore the dampness between her thighs caused by her merciless husband. Cardan did it all to force her hand, this much she knew. This was a game to him, teasing and torturing her like this. He would not give her reprieve until she came to him, wanton and begging.

Tonight, Jude came to do just that -- to offer her husband what he had once revealed to her as his darkest fantasy: her unconditional surrender.

***

She opened the heavy oak door cautiously to find her husband hunched over the writing desk, jewel-encrusted goblet in his left hand, and a quill in his right, no doubt giving answer to the various letters and petitions that seemed to have never-endingly plagued them since their coronations.

Cardan swirled gracefully in his chair to greet her, movements languid and unhurried, goblet still in hand, his sly grin illuminated in the roaring fire of the hearth. It was no secret what she wanted from him. Jude only hoped that he would play along.

“My queen,” he drawled, with a mock dip of his head towards her, eyes grazing down her scantily clad form.

“My king,” she returned, with a mock curtsy of her own.

He was sprawled lazily, legs spread casually before him, treating the chair as if it was the throne. He wore a dark blue waistcoat embroidered with iridescent silver swirls, buttoned high to the neck, exposing the billows of a black silk scarf. Kohl lined the undersides of his dark eyes, no doubt leftover from the day’s revelry, and his lips were flushed like wine. He looked every bit the feckless prince she had fallen in love with and the sight of it left her aching.

“To what is it I owe the great pleasure of this meeting, my darling Jude?”

“I have come to make my surrender,” Jude responded, stepping closer towards his makeshift dais.

Cardan raised an eyebrow in curiosity, lip ticking upwards. “A surrender, you say? Surely you cannot mean these words, my love. For I have seen many strange things come to pass, but the Jude I have come to know, and love would give up so easily--”

He paused, mockingly, head cocked, “--unless, that is, that she has grown so desperate for her King’s touch that she has been left with no choice but to throw herself before her his mercy. Have no doubt, your king is merciful indeed to those who supplicate before him, but he does have his doubts about your earnestness. After all, you come to me with the offer of surrender. But you, my sweet villain, are capable of deceit. What is it then that you would offer me as proof of your fealty?”

Jude shivered at his words, core already throbbing with anticipation.

“I would offer you myself,” she said softly, eyes dropping to the floor in silent acquiescence.

Cardan’s eyes darkened, but he maintained his relaxed composure. “And whatever should a King do with such an offer?” he mused, swirling his wine before taking another sip. From the fire burning in his eyes and the way his words strung together, Jude was certain that this was not the first glass he had consumed that night.

“You may do with me whatever you would like.”

“Anything?” He quirked an eyebrow and Jude could see his cheeks had grown even more flushed.

He paused to mull over her offer before speaking slowly, as if each word had been chosen with careful consideration. “As a test of the sincerity of your offer, should I wish to see you naked, would you indulge me?”

She disrobed in slow motions, untying the strings carefully and letting the garment drop to the floor, leaving her bare before him. She heard his breath hitch and caught a glimpse of Cardan’s eyes that betrayed that he had not expected her to be naked underneath.

He put the goblet down on the desk behind him and leaned towards her, hands resting on his knees. “And would you allow me to bind you?”

“Of course, my King,” she drawled sweetly, extending her wrists in front of her.

Cardan removed his scarf and rose from the chair in one swift motion. He sauntered towards her until his chest nearly touched her outstretched hands, towering above her, eyes dark and greedy with lust.  

He shook his head, tsking quietly. “No, not like that.” With that, he grabbed her wrists roughly and brought them behind her back, tying them together swiftly with the black silk scarf.

Jude gasped in surprise at the sudden movement and the unfamiliar sensation of the restraints digging lightly into her wrists. She hadn’t expected this, to find herself bound in this manner with nearly no range of movement, completely at Cardan’s mercy. The thought of it alone sent a wave of heat down her core and she rubbed her thighs together for a semblance of relief. She just needed to feel him. She couldn’t think past wanting him. She didn’t even care how he took her. Just that he would be fill her and the ache that had been building in between her legs for days and days would finally be relieved.

Cardan’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Oh no, Jude. That won’t do…”

He moved until their chests were pressed tightly together and wedged his knee between her thighs, pushing them apart. She groaned at the sensation, at the friction. 

“You are not to touch yourself tonight, not even with your own thighs. Only I will touch you, Jude. You are at my mercy now and I will have you only as it pleases me.”

She could feel his length against her, brushing her thigh. “Please, Cardan,” she moaned, head tilting back slightly.

He was upon her then, licking and biting the exposed column of her neck, her collarbones, her jaw. Cardan lifted his face to take hers in both in his hands and pressed their mouths together. It was electric, lips on lips and tongues on teeth and tongues. His hips bucked into her, and she squirmed to get leverage. Cardan moaned into her mouth, and she swallowed it down with a maddening fervor. Aching to touch him, to run her hands through his hair, to unbutton his shirt until his chest was exposed, she tugged against the restraints to no avail.

His arms swept behind her, grabbing at the nape of her neck, pulling on her unbound hair, caressing her naked back. Then they were moving, stumbling backwards, not stopping to break the kiss. Jude’s bound hands steadied her from behind as she hit the bedframe. Cardan lifted her onto the bed, and he followed afterwards, until they were kneeling in a mess of silk sheets facing each other, knees touching. They stared in silence for a moment, both panting, chests heaving, faces flushed crimson and lips swollen from kissing.

Cardan, Jude realized, was still completely dressed, a few buttons of his shirt undone and missing his scarf, but clothed, nonetheless. He didn’t seem to notice, and if he did, he made no move to change it, but rather continued to look upon her with a hunger in his eyes that made her shiver with anticipation. By now her thighs were slick with want and she ached to rub them together, to relieve herself of raging tension that pulsed between her legs – but she heeded Cardan’s warning and remain still, lest her now deny her release when it was so close before her.

“Turn around,” he said, finally. His voice was deep and heady, not the Cardan she was used to, her friend and lover. This was the voice of a king, powerful and commanding.

She obliged, turning around and resting on her elbows, head lowered to the mattress.

Her cheeks flared when she realized Cardan was stilled behind her. She looked back to find him still kneeling, eyes transfixed upon her, drinking in the sight of her naked, gleaming sex. There is no feast too great for a starving man.

“You are beautiful,” he purred, one hand moving between her thighs, fingers skimming over her center, causing her to jolt slightly at the contact. “So beautiful. I cannot believe that you are mine.”

She knew this weakness as well as one might even come to know a friend -- that in his darkest hours, he still believed he didn’t deserve her. That he didn’t deserve love.

“I am yours, Cardan. Yours for eternity.”

With these words, with the reminder of her unconditional love and surrender, Cardan’s semblance of self-control snapped. He groaned, a deep and guttural sound that went straight to her core and nearly had her begging right then and there.

Jude saw him unbutton his pants and before she knew it, he had knocked her knees apart with his legs and his cock was pressing hard and insistent between her thighs, grazing her clit with torturous, languid strokes. His tail wrapped around her sternum, tickling her nipples with the tuft, causing her to stifle a moan. She could feel the rough texture of his pants against her thighs, and she realized that he was still clothed, and she, naked. It was a heady image, and the thought of it made her burn with desire, him taking her like this with only his cock out while she lay wanton, bound and naked before him.

Jude couldn’t take the torture any further. She was damp with sweat by now, miserable and writhing under his touch.

“Please Cardan, please---”, she begged.

At her behest, he thrust to the hilt inside her in one swift motion. She gasped at the fullness, at the first semblance of relief that washed over her upon feeling him inside her, stretching and filling her. He worked her hard and relentlessly, with deep, methodic strokes that went straight to her core. Jude pressed her face into the mattress to stifle her cries as Cardan’s hand circled around her waist to stroke her clit. His tail continued to flit playfully between her breasts, the tuft on her nipples, and she thought her heart might burst from the amalgamation of sensations, from the pure pleasure he brought her.  

Cardan was moaning too now, one wrapped around the nape of her neck, buried in her unbound, wild hair as he pressed her further into the mattress. He groaned and cursed and whispered sweet nothings into her ear as he moved inside of her, pace quickening. My queen. You’re mine. God how I want you. Do you see what you’re doing to me, my darling? There aren’t enough nights in eternity for everything I want to do to you. Do you know how perfect you look when you are at my mercy? Don’t be quiet Jude. Let the whole kingdom hear how I fuck you. You feel so good. Jude. Jude. Jude. Jude-----

Release took root inside her like a flame to crumpled letters and once the first sparks were lit, she couldn’t stop herself from being set on fire. Her whole body shook with pleasure, and colors danced behind her eyes as she screwed them shut, gasping, hands fisting into the silk ties that bound her. Cardan’s movements hastened, deep strokes turning faster and more desperate, his breathing labored and curses plentiful. His hips bucked wildly as he came, spilling himself inside her before falling on top of her, spent, steadying himself with one arm. 

At first, neither of them moved. They lay there, joined, until at last, Cardan pulled out, his seed trickling down her thigh. He reached out and brushed whips of her hair to reveal her face as he unbound her with heartbreaking gentleness before pulling her tightly into his arms and whispering into her ear, “I accept your surrender, oh Queen of Elfhame.”*