“YOUR MAJESTY, THEY ARE WAITING for your signal to begin the games.” A page says from the other side of the tent.
I growl and that has him scurrying off. They can wait, I have more important matters to attend to. Like not spilling my seed down Elvie’s throat as she works her mouth up and down my cock on her knees in front of me.
She is a gift. One I will cherish every single day. Her silver head bobs and spit dribbles down her chin as she takes me deeper into that warm, wonderful mouth of hers.
A mouth on my cock is not something I ever considered but now I do not know how I ever lived without it. I would let her suck me off all morning if we weren’t already late. Besides, I need her coming on my cock if I am to make it through these games where I know males will be staring at her.
Perhaps they will covet her less when she has my seed spilling down her thighs.
I pull her from the floor, press her around and press her over a nearby table. Her cunt is pink and glistening and as I drag my cock through her folds, she moans into the wood, clawing at it with her blunt nails before I am slamming inside of her.
“We don’t have much time, so be my good little elf and work your clit for me.”
She moans as she does it, her small hand rubbing herself furiously as I pound into her. the lush curves of her ass cushion each slam of my hips. I dip the tip of my claw into her back entrance and she grows wetter.
“One day, I’ll claim this hole too.” And just like that, I feel her muscles begin to tighten, her cunt growing impossibly tighter as I continue to thrust into her. She cries out my name and I growl hers as my seed fills her. Pulling out, I watch it drip down her thighs and the beast inside me relaxes.
Tugging her gown back in place, her face is flushed and glowing as she smiles at me. I can take her to Lysan once a month and make her come as many times as she can stand and she will be happy. She will be mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I would not be surprised if the word was written on my heart. Ever since our trip to Lysan, my possessiveness of her has grown. The depths of it I still do not know yet. If she is not with me, I seek her out. If she cannot go with me, it feels as though I am missing a part of myself until I have her in my arms again.
And my cock inside of her making her moan.
Exiting the tent, I keep her tucked close to my side. We pass a few nobles that are watching the games from my royal booth. Vysha and her father are two of them and they nod their respects as we pass.
Looking at her now it is hard to believe I considered what I felt for her at the time to be love. It is nowhere near close to what I feel for Elvie. I love Elvie. I know it to be true. I should tell her but this thing between us is so fresh. I know she desires me and wants me in her bed, but love?
I do not want to ruin my good fortune by saying something she isn’t ready to hear. When the time is right I will tell her. For now I will enjoy her closeness and her smiles.
Leading Elvie to our seats I wave my hand and the games commence. Calling for an assembly of the nobles requires three parts as I explained to Elvie. A welcome dinner where we break bread and talk as friends, a contest of strength where the different lords and their bannermen show their prowess, and finally, court will be held where I will have to tell them what my scouts discovered in the east.
“Wylan told me about her,” Elvie whispers next to me. She tips her head back towards Vysha and her father.
“Did he now?” I ask coldly, turning my attention down to the males sparing below. Elvie grabs my hand and squeezes it.
“He said you were betrothed once. That you loved her.” Elvie reaches up and titls my chin down so I have to look at her. “I’d like to hear your version of events.”
I sigh and realize I can deny her nothing.
“When I was younger and not what I am now, I believed myself to be in love with Vysha. At the time, she was the most beautiful elf I had ever seen. But she was as cruel as she was beautiful. On the night of my farewell party before I left to join the warriors to the east, I believed this to be my chance to make my feelings known. I told her that I wished her to be my betrothed and then when I returned I would wed her.” I huff out a laugh. “She rejected me quite spectacularly. Sometimes I can still hear them laughing at me.”
“Arkain, that’s horrible.” Elvie’s grip on my hand tightens.
“It was. I know that now. And when I returned looking as I do now, she was the first one to approach me. To tell me she only scorned me to protect her image. That she had always cared for me. But I dismissed her in the same way she did me and even now she tries to get back in my good graces.” I run a claw down Elvie’s cheek. “Though now I think she’s finally beginning to realize that she’ll never be queen.”
Elvie is quiet for a moment before saying, “Is she still the most beautiful elf you’ve ever seen?”
I laugh and tuck a strand of hair behind her pointed ear.
“No,” I say, pressing a kiss to her brow. Glancing over her shoulder Elvie spies Vysha who is watching us through narrowed red eyes. Before I can guess her intent, Elvie leans over the arms of my throne and kisses me. Boldly. Making no mistake who owns me to anyone who’s watching. It’s easy to be sucked into these moments with her, but the reality of what’s to come makes me break the kiss.
“Tonight I will tell the nobles they are to prepare for war. Another scout arrived this morning and the orcs march towards us.” Elvie’s eyes grow concerned. “And I want to marry you before I leave for war. To make it abundantly clear to everyone while I am gone who you belong to.” I pause. “I know the chances of you being with child are slim, but my heir could be growing inside you now. I will have both you and our child shielded by the bonds of our marriage.”
“Arkain.” Her silver eyes are wet and I shake my head.
“Let us enjoy today and I will make preparations for tonight.”
Elvie nods and snuggles into my side. If I could, I would stay here with her like this forever. But the orcs move toward us and I will do whatever I must to make sure she is safe.
