Don't worry
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Parkyr panted slightly as she entered the castle. She had hoped spring wouldn't affect her as bad, but it was even worse this year. She could barely get through her route already. "Just... give Thelonious his letter and then I can rest." She muttered to herself.
She found the king in his study. "Thelonious, you have a letter from the water tribe." She said, placing the letter next to his arm. "Thank you, my dear." He turn to her and smiled.
She blushed. She often forgotten their personal relationship most days, leaving her en embrassed mess at his subtle names for her.
"I'm going to rest now." She said, relief flooding her body. "I will join you shortly, darling." He smiled. She returned it and left for their room.
She removed her cloak, flopping down on the bed as her body ached. She curled up, shivering in want. Her mind went through fantasy after fantasy, each one more passionate then the last.
She opened her eyes as her partner came in, closing the door behind him. "That was fast." She mentioned. He chuckled and smiled, sitting next to her.
Thelonious softly brushed her hair away from her face, gently cupping her cheek. Parkyr closed her eyes, melting into the touch.
He removed his cape and joined her on the bed, holding her close. The small fae enjoyed the large arms wrapped around her torso, making her feel safe and secure. Her fingers traced small marks across his skin.
She shivered as she felt his hand slip under her shirt, tracing small circles on her skin. She closed her eyes, giving a small nod. His hand slowly traveled up, soon removing her shirt.
She shivered at how slow it was progressing, knowing Thelonious was one to be tough. "Y-You're holding back." She muttered, opening her eyes.
He sighed softly, his yellow eyes filled with love and hesitance. "My heart is already yours." Parkyr gently held his face. "Make my body yours too."
She gasped slightly as she was picked up and placed on his lap. The king's eyes changed, resembling a beast with its prey. Parkyr gasped loudly as he marked her neck, gently licking her flesh.
She moved her hips against his, brushing across a hard mound on his crotch. She didn't fight as vines grabbed her arms and tied them tight behind her. The greenery wrapped further up her arms and slithered toward her chest.
She was quickly made a moaning mess as he boobs were rubbed, squeezed, poked and teased, her hips held still by the king's hands. "Y-Your majesty! Please! Make me yours!" She yelled, yelping as a vine muffled her. Thelonious worked at freeing his member, leaving the vines to prepare his mate.
Parkyr moaned against the vine in her mouth, her eyes clouded in lust. Another vine blind folded her, making every sensation increases intensely.
Thelonious softly brushed the vines away, the rest retreating. Parkyr panted against his chest. He pulled her into a hot and heavy kiss, both getting lost in the others lips.
For a moment, they forgot what they were doing, simply pressed together, enjoying the feeling of the other close to them.
Parkyr gasped slightly as her lower lips brushed against his swollen member, a large knot forming. She moved against it more, moaning as her juices coated it well.
Thelonious gently rolled her over and climbed on top of her, Parkyr's chest against the mattress. She shivered, purring softly as he pressed against her. The smaller fae gently wrapped her arm around his, clinging to it.
Parkyr gasped and whimpered as he pushed in, not pausing to let her adjust until his knot pressed against her skin. He smirked as he listened to her soft moans. "Too much, princess~?"
"A-Ah~! So biiiiig~!" She slurred, her eyes rolling back as her face turned red. He got close to her ear. "Still want me to be rough~?"
"Y-Yes... please, your majesty." She mumbled. Parkyr shivered as he pulled out, leaving a long pause before he slammed back into her.
Loud moans filled the room, along with smacking noises as skin hit skin. Thelonious made quick work as littering her shoulders and back with marks. Parkyr completely lost any ability to speak as she babbled nonsense.
The thrust became harder and faster, the knot brushing Parkyr enough to drive her crazy. "M-My King! Please! Fill me up with cum! I want your cum inside me!" She begged, completely embarrassed and desperate.
He chuckled and nuzzled her, his hips pressed against her. She let out a choked whined as the knot went in. The feeling of her walls squeezing him so tightly was enough to make the king cum, sending Parkyr over the edge with him.
They both panted as lust coursed through them, slowly being replaced with satisfaction. Thelonious blushed a bit as he was a bit stuck in his lover, who giggled.
