Crazy Duke and Fallen Queen

Chapter 339 - Forbidden Affairs (3)

Chapter 339 - Forbidden Affairs (3)

Warning: smut content.

We spend the rest of the evening eating and chatting. About anything but our relationship.

This is how forbidden affairs work, I guess. One doesn't want to define them, so the topics of the conversations stay far from it.

Alexander wrapped me tightly in the sheet to keep me warm, so I can't move around and reach for the food by myself. But I don't need to, for he's feeding me.

I just sit on his lap with my fingers clenching the upper part of the sheet. I open my mouth when he offers me some food, and I look him in the eye while chewing.

?Did you feel compelled to do this while we were married?? he murmurs, looking down at the empty plate.

?Eating?? I reply, losing track of his words for a moment.

Oh, he means bed duties...

It was one of my duties, as his wife, but he never told me I had to. Maybe he did but I've forgotten soon enough. Is he doubting himself now?

?No, I didn't feel like that. Maybe just at the beginning, but those were different times. And you always asked me before doing anything, right??

Even our first time was initiated by me. Alexander never moved a finger on me until making sure I was all right with it.

Then, as time passed and the marvels of being married were revealed to my brain, we stopped worrying about details like who was the one starting it and who wanted it more. As long as both of us were willing, we would just roll in bed... or on the floor, walls, tables... and enjoy ourselves in the act.

?If you tell me not to bite you again, I won't,? he murmurs. I know it feels like renouncing to himself.

But he's willing to sacrifice his preferences. Or is it just a trick to make me lower my guard? He knows how much I like his rough caresses... Should I test his sincerity?

But that would mean holding back for a while...

?I would have already told you,? I chuckle. ?I'm not that scared of you, mighty Lord Kyre.?

?What should I call you now, miss??

?Thea is fine.?

I haven't changed my name: I'm still Theodora Kyre.

I didn't have time and firm will to sign so many documents. And all just for this little desire of mine.

?I don't need some decree to know that I'm yours,? I whisper to his ear. I hug him and peck his cheek. ?Do you??

?No, I don't,? he replies. A bit too swift.

?I also have something else to talk about with you, but tomorrow is a better day. Now, we've just regained our freedom.?

?Whenever you want.?

?Is it too forward if I continue using the Lady's office??

?No, you can do that. The servants won't inquire about why we sleep separately.?

?We don't actually sleep apart,? I chuckle. ?Just in another room.?

?You can keep your belongings in our room, Thea. There's no need to make things so complicated. You know we're not married, I know it. Isn't that enough for the thrill??

?I can't bring myself to behave like this in that sacred room,? I chuckle. ?There, only the Lord and his wife sleep. A mistress shouldn't be allowed inside.?

?You...? he sighs. His teeth scratch my shoulder, but he doesn't add much strength. ?You just want me to walk more!?

?I would never dare to make such requests, my Lord!?

?You...? he repeats.

?What?? I haven't done anything now, have I?

?You know it turns me on when you say such things??

?What things??

?My Lord.?

?Oh...? But that's how I need to call him from today. I don't have the position to call him Archduke. Let alone by name!

Not that it makes any difference, at least in private. But still, if it makes Alexander feel like this...

I should use it more often! Especially when we're alone. Why haven't I tried before? It was rather obvious he liked it when I called him my Duke. But yet, his titles changed quite often this last year.

But, whatever happens in the court, he'll stay the Lord of Kyre. And now, I'm something like a citizen of Kyre. Kind of.

?I'm sorry if my words are troublesome, my Lord.? This is a game I won't get tired of any time soon.

?You've eaten?? he murmurs, looking for the last bites available on the table.

?Yes, my Lord.?

?Then, are you ready to go back to bed??

?As my Lord wishes...?

?Oh, Thea...? he sighs.

?The bed is far, my Lord,? I add when I notice he's already excited. ?Let me help you here before retiring for the night...?

As my words, shameless like never before, reach Alexander's ears, I free myself from the sheet just enough to slip down from the sofa. I caress his thigh, covered by the trousers he never took off.

His shirt is still somewhere on the floor, so I can see his muscles stiffen for a moment. But then, his expression reveals everything.

The carpet is soft under my knees and the sofa just of the right height. Looking up, I meet Alexander's eyes.

My voice trembles with excitement. Yet, before getting to work, I want to say one last shameless sentence.

?Do I have permission, my Lord??

His Adam's apple trembles while he clenches the sofa until his knuckles turn white.

Without waiting for a reply that will take forever, I move the trousers down and lick his member from the tip to the base. Alexander moans and leans back, sinking in the cushions.

It's not just the act itself that makes him feel pleasure. It's the power dynamics. It has always been, but I've never dared to be this explicit about it.

It was clear: no need to repeat it out loud, right? Wrong.

I take him in my mouth, sucking lightly. I shield the teeth with my lips, paying attention not to press at all. I move my tongue, caressing the lower part and trying to reach around as well.

?Oh, Thea...? I hear.

I catch one of his hands and bring it to the back of my head. I sigh when he clenches my hair, and the air makes him moan. I look up and never move my gaze again.

I can't talk like this, but I can stare at him. And feel the thrills of his look back on me.

It doesn't take much before his thick semen flows down my throat, but the moans he makes me hear tell me it's enough.

I part from him and clean my mouth with the sheet while he still gasps for air. I like this feeling.

?Is my Lord satisfied?? I inquire when we can look at each other again. I lean my cheek on his knee and stare at him from below. ?This loyal vassal did her best.?

I chuckle when his face loses colour.

?You little demon,? he murmurs while bending down. He carries me to the bed and starts kissing my neck with insistence. ?What kind of Lord would I be if I didn't return my vassal's favours??

?I feel so honoured!? I giggle.

His lips burn on my skin. There's no need to work hard to wake my body up. I'm all tingling with desire from before.

It's more relief than pleasure when his fingers play with my secret part. And it's more out of habit that I start screaming his name.

?Oh, you know my name, now,? he breathes to my ear.

Ah, damn it, broken brain.

?I beg your pardon,? I voice, looking him in the eye. ?My rude behaviour is unforgivable, but I'm sure my Lord can find it in his heart to overlook my actions...?

?I can try,? he murmurs. ?But only if you call my name again.?

?How could I dare to do that??

He pinches my butt, and I wince.

?Alexander!? I exclaim.

?Better,? he murmurs, returning to kiss me. His lips find my nipple, and his teeth play with it.

?Don't do that,? I say. This part of me is still too sensitive after giving birth.

Without further arguments, he moves down on my stomach. His tongue tickles near the belly button, and I arch my back to feel closer to him.

?Don't move,? he orders before kissing my secret part. His tongue is rough, his fingers fast.

Is he trying to be faster than me? Is he this competitive?

I bite my lower lip and focus on breathing, pushing back pleasure as much as I can. Resisting is so hard, drawing me of all the energies.

Yet, it's worth the effort.

When my resistance falls, pleasure invades every inch of my skin. Goosebumps on my arms and legs; thrills through my nerves; my muscle's relaxing.

When I open my eyes, Alexander pecks my forehead and lies down next to me. He embraces me gently and inhales the scent from my hair.

?This Lord is very satisfied,? he comments.

How does he even have the energy to talk? Even if I did resist longer, I'm sure I felt even better than he did.

But then, who won?

I turn to the side and nestle in his arms. My nails caress his skin, and my hair tickles his chest.

Even if I'm exhausted, I feel like it would be a waste to fall asleep now.

?Today was quite hot, even though it's autumn,? I murmur.

Instead of misunderstanding or laughing at my words, Alexander replies. We talk late into the night about the most trivial things.

It's late when we finally fall asleep, and even later when we wake up in the morning.