𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 [ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 ]
summary: the high queen and king of elfhame engange in a roleplay of cardan's fantasy: jude's surrender to him at hollow hall (inspired by ch. 21 of qon)
☾ warnings: smut, mndi! cardan's tail ;)
☾ wc: 2.9k. | read on ao3
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.
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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.”*
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