A/N: I own the plot. Enjoy!
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Percy looked up and frowned at the dark evening skies. Sudden summer lightning storms were common in Eldoris at this season.
"Annabeth," he said softly to wake her.
Her grey eyes opened confusedly just as the first few drops of rain landed on them. Percy brushed the few drops that gathered on her cheek. Her skin was as soft as petals.
"What is it? Is it raining?" The queen asked, drowsily.
"Yes, storming actually. We'd best get under shelter quickly."
They were still a couple of miles from the castle actually. But out from these woods was a plain field of grass that would be dangerous to cross at the moment since they would be the tallest objects in the field. Lightning flashed across the sky and the rumble of thunder was heard just a few seconds later. Blackjack whinnied nervously and pranced about. Percy grabbed the reins tightly to prevent the horse from bolting.
"It's okay, Blackjack," Percy soothed. "Ready?"
He helped the queen mount the horse before getting on himself. The ground was quickly becoming muddy, and he didn't dare let Blackjack move faster than a trotting pace for fear that the horse could accidentally trip in the mud. Fortunately, Percy's hydrokinesis powers came in handy, creating a large bubble-like barrier between the rain so they could all stay dry.
The rain began pounding faster, and the winds were picking up speed. While the rain couldn't come through the barrier, the cold winds did. Percy frowned. It was better to find the nearest shelter at this rate than to try to make it back to the palace.
"I know of a small hunting cabin that should be nearby," Percy said to Annabeth. "Let's try to make it there."
The queen nodded her agreement. Her shoulders looked thin even if she wasn't shivering from the cold.
Blackjack trotted a few hundred meters into the woods where the old hunting cabin finally came into view. Percy tied Blackjack to the porch before he and the queen went inside. The cabin was small and empty aside from a wooden bedframe and a crude table and chairs, but it was at least clean.
Percy quickly tossed a few pieces of wood into the fireplace and lit them. The queen set the blanket on the hard bed frame before sitting down with Percy.
"What a shame about our date," Percy said, amused. "It was all going so well."
"Date? I didn't realize this was one," the queen said with a hint of dry amusement in her voice.
"We'll go on more," Percy promised.
It was all part of his plan to slowly woo the queen so she would stay. Whatever she wanted, he would get for her within his power.
"Are you adjusting well to Eldoris?" He asked her.
"Well, Eldoris certainly feels more like home than Kiran ever felt," she replied. "Achoo!"
Percy passed her a handkerchief.
The rain pounded the windows outside. He estimated that the thunderstorm was bound to last another hour or so. If his people were smart, they probably wouldn't send out a search party for them until the storm lessened. They knew that the king could take care of himself.
Because it was summer, Percy didn't have a coat to offer her. The blanket was also messy from being on the ground. It was a good thing that his powers kept them from getting wet. Otherwise, the physicians would be quite upset if the queen were to fall ill again.
"Come here." He pulled her onto his lap for a warm hug.
The queen looked at him, as if thinking that he was doing it on purpose. Well, he was. But she didn't pull away from him either, leaning into his chest.
"You can sleep some more if you want," Percy said. "Once the Festival of Bounty approaches, there'll be more work and less time to rest than ever before."
Fortunately, it was the Festival of Bounty that was coming up. If it had been the spring Festival of Fertility, Percy was afraid that the queen might run away from the traditional nightly activities that was required of the Eldoris king and queen to symbolize the fertility of the lands and people. Historically, it was just an excuse for previous generations of kings to expand his harem and make love to his numerous concubines through the week-long festival.
Percy kissed the queen's forehead. One queen was enough for him.
The queen shook her head. "If I fall asleep again, I won't be able to sleep at night."
"Suit yourself."
Somehow one of his hands ended up playing with her hair. Her hair was much smoother and shinier than when he had first met her. The whole exterior of the person had changed, but the inside was as strong as ever.
He couldn't help but nuzzle his face in the crook of her neck. Her fresh, lemony perfume mixed with the clean scent of the outdoors was beginning to drive him crazy. Had some deity come and cast a spell of lust on him?
"Ticklish," the queen complained.
"Ticklish?"
He raised an eyebrow. Perhaps sensing something in his devilish smile, the queen blanched and shook her head quickly.
"Pooh, you're no fun," Percy said, abandoning his plans of tickling her sides.
Instead, his hand dropped from her hair to skim alongside her torso absentmindedly. The queen stiffened for a brief moment before finally relaxing after seeing that he wasn't going to tickle her.
Another time, Percy thought. When they were on an actual bed, and he could pin her underneath him to lavish soft kisses on her bare skin.
Percy sighed and closed his eyes. Crazy. He was being driven to near insanity with her soft body and enticing fragrance coming off from the queen. She wasn't making it any better as she snuggled into his warmth, her chest pressing against him.
His body still recalled that time when her hands had swept over his chest, lighting a fire inside him that he had never felt before. Was this because he had never truly been with a woman before in both his past and present lives?
The war with Kiran and Tynan as well as the civil unrest within his own court had taken up all his time. He had not wanted any concubines and even rejected the woman his father sent to teach him on his eighteenth birthday about bedroom and night etiquette. After all, even that woman had been planted as a spy from the dowager queen.
Now the future had changed, and he had received a taste of the pleasures of the bed. It only ignited him further instead of satiating his appetite. Yet, he feared the woman in his arms would run the moment he came on too strongly. Her goal was a divorce, after all.
Slowly, slowly, his mind warned. Like luring a curious bunny deeper into the woods before the rabbit realized that the trees were walls of bramble.
Perhaps then, it was a misfortune that the Festival of Fertility wasn't coming up. His patience was also reaching his limit with his body wanting the woman he held in his arms but compelled to hold himself back.
"Um, Your Majesty?"
Both of them looked down at his lap where a characteristic bulge had formed.
How embarrassing. He had become hard just at the mere feel of her softness in his arms.
The queen shifted nervously, and Percy instinctively tightened his grip around her waist.
"I beg of you, my queen, don't move." He gasped out as she squirmed.
Perhaps he could will it away. Unfortunately, his body had other plans. Even with the queen trying to stay still, his body was only getting more stimulated. Percy was seriously starting to think that perhaps he should just run outside and let the cold rain soak him, but in truth, he just didn't want to let go of the soft body in his arms. Besides, the queen's lightly heaving chest and her flushed cheeks were far too alluring.
The queen placed her hand on his chest to steady herself, accidentally rubbing her lap on his erection. A tingle of delight ran up his spine, breaking his last strand of patience. That motion set him off.
His hungry lips devoured hers, swallowing her breathy words of surprise. For a moment, she froze until his lips and tongue melted her. But the kiss did little to quench that thirst as heated blood seemed to rush towards his groin. Only the very last vestiges of his sanity stopped him from laying her down on her back and having her right there.
Slowly, his mind was saying. Slowly.
Percy's hands roamed over her back and then back down to her torsos. When his palm caressed the side of her left breast, the queen whimpered before even that sound was swept away by his lips and tongue. He had been tortured that time at the library, and he wanted to feel some of that heated torture in exchange. Pity that she was wearing that riding outfit she had praised Lady McLean for. If there were other clothes nearby, he would have torn open her shirt already by now.
Instead, he settled for hastily unbuttoning her shirt just a few buttons from the bottom just enough to where he could easily slip one hand underneath. Thankfully, she wasn't wearing a corset underneath her riding outfit. Only a pesky undershirt was in the way.
Finally, his hand found what he had been looking for. The queen moaned as his hand eagerly cupped around one bare mound. So this was the softness that had been tantalizingly pressed against his chest. His calloused fingers found the small nipple, hardening between his fingers as his thumb brushed against it. Every time the nub was flicked in his hands, the queen would gasp and shudder against his lips.
Suddenly, he wanted to see her out in the light. Percy flipped their positions, laying the queen down on her back. The queen was a picturesque painting, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders and her cheeks flushed. Her arms were soon around his shoulders, pulling him down over her. He felt a sense of delight and pleasure knowing that she wanted him as much he did to her. Percy managed to brace himself on his arms before he could crush her with his weight.
Not bothering to unbutton the rest of her shirt, he pulled the shirt up until her bare breasts were exposed to the flickering firelight of the cabin. His mouth was on one the next second, his tongue lavishing around the softness with the occasional nipple grazing against his teeth. Not forgetting to neglect the other breast, his hand massaged the round mound as he continued his oral ministrations.
"Ohhh..."
The queen's hands tangled themselves in his dark hair, not pulling but pushing him closer to her chest. Her legs were beginning to spread as she became lost in the haze of pleasure. Percy continued to devour her, lathering her chest with his kisses until her nipples were softened by his tongue. When he lightly bit at one, the queen gasped out loud, lifting her back slightly from the bed.
Percy took the opportunity to hook one of her legs with his arms and wrap it around his waist. Immediately, the fire within his loins began burning brighter as his bulge met contact between her thighs. He ground against her, satisfied when she made another purring sound. At the very least, he could ensure that she was feeling equal amounts of pleasure that he was feeling with every bit of friction between their bodies.
His lips traveled from one breast to another, greedily painting her skin with pink marks. Mine, he thought. Never had he felt so possessive. If another man had seen the queen like this, then well, he would probably have chased that bastard to the ends of the earth and killed him. He was her husband. No one else would have the honor of that position.
Percy trailed kisses down her sternum. The queen gasped and whimpered at the ticklish feeling of lips brushing against her soft skin. Soon, his lips had arrived at the destination below her belly button and right above the edge of her trousers. The buttons were soon unfastened and tugged down before the queen could react.
"Your Majesty..."
Percy caught her hands from trying to cover that precious place between her thighs as her cheeks bloomed like roses from shyness. He must truly be a beast, feeling even more aroused by that dazed look in her grey eyes. A pure goddess with her skin lit by firelight, and he wanted to be that demon who took that purity.
"Don't be scared, let me make you feel good," he said. His voice had gone deeper with his lust.
His fingers delved into that place with golden curls, pleased to find that they were slick with her arousal juices. What he was doing to her made her desire him. A tiny button was there among the folds, now exposed and pink as the queen's body became more heated.
Curious as to what the queen's reaction would be, Percy gently brushed his thumb over the sensitive nub. The queen's hand flew to cover her mouth, stifling a loud moan. He brushed it once more, causing her body to shudder with rapture.
One of his fingers decided to explore her pink slit, damp with her wetness. The queen's hands moved to grab at the blankets, scrunching the material underneath her hands.
Gently, Percy stroked the delicate skin there, watching the queen's expression for any signs of discomfort. Her pink lips were deliciously swollen from kissing, and her eyes were half-lidded as she watched him caress her between her legs.
One long finger finally entered her warmth as she trembled in response. She felt slick around the tip of his finger. Inch by inch, his finger continued to push through until his knuckle brushed against the opening and he could no longer push in more. She was so warm and soft around him. The queen's hips lifted off the bed slightly as though wanting him to move, a pleading seen in her grey eyes.
A low chuckle burst from his throat. Was she so eager to go to the end with him?
Unfortunately, they were at a dingy old cabin, not in one of their bedrooms where he had contraceptive and stamina potions at the ready. Yes, even now when he wanted to bury himself right where his finger lay, Percy knew he couldn't go all the way. Now was not the time for a child. But that didn't mean they couldn't at least experience the matrimonial joys of husband and wife.
His finger inside her began to move in and out slowly, curving slightly now and then to maximize contact with her inner walls. The queen's chest began to heave up and down as her body succumbed to the pleasurable waves drifting throughout her body.
Percy could feel his own body heat up as his erection pushed uncomfortably against his trousers, nearly engorged as blood rushed to it. He ignored the discomfort for now. Soon, he thought.
His middle finger joined the ring finger as he pleasured her, enjoying the myriad of expressions flitting through her face. A slew of wet noises filled the room, intertwining with the queen's soft moans and pants that also served to also arouse him further. His fingers were sucked into her warmth, the walls flexing and contracting against him. He could just imagine what it would be like when he was buried inside her.
His hands and lips began to work together. His right hand continued their wicked motions between her thighs, the thumb beginning to gently stroke around her clitoris, using her own arousal juice to lubricate the delicate skin. His left hand reached for her breast again, massaging and molding the mounds underneath his hand. Meanwhile, his lips captured hers, urged on as her hands pulled him closer.
Soon, the queen started shaking after he inserted a third finger. There was a patch of bumpy texture in her wall that he had accidentally brushed against that made her cry out. Remembering that position, Percy concentrated his efforts there until she was a sobbing mess, her fingers digging painfully into his shoulders.
"Oh!"
The queen's back arched a few inches off the bed, her mouth open as the queen's body shook. Percy had never seen such an expression on the queen's face.
For the first time, he experienced what it was like to cause a woman to orgasm, as if her euphoria was his own.
Damn it, he could take it no longer. Percy released his engorged length from its constraints. Free, the length pointed up, the pink head shiny with precum. He retracted his own fingers from her and slid it over his length to wet it. But it wasn't enough.
He slid his length between her damp slit, allowing her juices to soak along his hardened length. Both of them groaned as his heated skin brushed against her sensitive skin and nub. For her, the sensation was over stimulating from her recent orgasm that had rendered her nerves tender to any slight touch. For him, he almost burst right then and there after holding in his arousal for so long.
Percy began moving his hips back and forth all along her wet entrance, desperate for any friction that could alleviate the ache inside him. He had to be careful not to enter her. Hot blood coursed through his veins, rushing towards his loins. Every motion seemed to light his nerves and send zings of pleasure throughout his body.
As he ground himself while gripping her hips, he felt a small and soft hand on his length, the head of his cock disappearing and reappearing underneath her hand. Her hands were soft, though there was another place he wished to be buried into. Still, the erotic sight of his queen half clothed beneath him, helping him reach his peak was seared into his mind.
"Annabeth," he moaned out.
That imagery brought him over the edge as creamy white liquid spurted out from his length and onto her lower stomach and thighs. His vision went blank for a couple seconds as the pleasure surged to new heights before dissipating to smaller tingles. But his length remained hard after reaching his climax.
All he could think about was this was not enough. His desire had not been dampened but merely intensified.
The queen's throat swallowed nervously as the king's green eyes darkened.
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A/N: As always, see you all next chapter and prepare your hearts! PS, your daily reminder that consent is needed for both partners, and consent can be withdrawn at any time.