Day 8: Massage - Tarquin x Reader
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The light breeze coming off the waters of Adriata this time of year always managed to calm you. In a way, it reminded you to stop and take a few moments to smell the sea salt and hibiscus essence, just like it always did. Gods knows that you needed the reminder sometimes. You’d orbited around royalty your entire life, but marrying directly into it and becoming the High Lady of the Summer Court was an entirely different ballgame.
Over the past few years, the stress of your new position had started to pile on. Balancing your social duties of mingling with the pompous nobles while also involving yourself in the new equality legislation that you and Cresseida were pushing was overwhelming, to say the least. But more than that, it wasn’t easy to watch what all the new responsibilities did to your mate.
Growing up in and around the palace, you and Tarquin had gotten to know each other quite well, even before he became your High Lord. And having to rise to that level of power at such a young age was definitely not easy. He handled it well, but the stress was nothing to joke about.
Which is why you would often find him lying face down on your bed after a very long day, much like he is right now. Turning away from the beautiful white sands and cerulean waves, you walked through the sheer gossamer curtain veiling the bedroom from view and faced your equally beautiful mate. Sitting next to him on the side of the bed, you gently dragged your nails up and down his spine, feeling the tense muscles start to relax. “Feeling alright, my love?”
He softly huffed a laugh into the plush pillow. “Not exactly.”
You smiled down at him, not that he could see it, though. Deeply sighing, you tapped the side of his hip, signaling for him to scooch to the middle of the bed. “Come on, I think I have a way to help.”
You may not be able to take away that stress, but you could at least help with the effects of it. Picking up your thin skirt, you swung a leg over him and straddled his lower back. With a wave of your hand, his tunic was off and folded over a nearby armchair. Working your way up his torso, you lightly squeezed and pressed down into the taut muscles down his sides and along the ridges of his spine.
When you reached his shoulder blades and neck, you could have sworn that they were as hard as the marble floors. Tarquin groaned into the pillow and stretched his arms out above his head. “By the Mother, that feels amazing.”
Pulling a soft giggle and a smile out of you, you leaned over him, pushing a few pearly white braids to the side, and placing a kiss on the back of his neck. “Happy to help, baby.”
Sitting back up, you pushed more of your weight into working out the tense knots of his muscles, likely just from sitting in those godsforsaken meetings all day. As you continued to run your hands along his shoulder and sides, you started to get distracted by just how pretty he looked beneath you. The low sunlight shining through the window made his deep brown skin almost sparkle and heat with a glorious warmth. Frankly, you’d be lying if the sight didn’t turn you on. And the feel of his groans reverberating through you and his hips moving under you certainly didn’t help with the slowly growing need in your core.
Shaking your head, you focused back on the task at hand, squeezing at the supple muscles of his triceps. Moving to the base of his neck, you placed your thumbs on each side of his spine, digging into and working through the tension there as you slowly moved down each vertebra. Finally reaching his hips, you pressed down into the two small dimples on his lower back, right between your legs.
The rough moan that left Tarquin’s lips as he ground his hips into the bed only made you more and more needy for him. Your own hips followed his, lightly grinding your very sensitive clit on the thin, lacy layers of your skirt. It wasn’t long before the scent of your combined arousal was filling the room and you were a few seconds away from flipping him over to find a solution to your problem.
Evidently, he felt the same, because he somehow managed to keep you above him while turning around to lie on his back beneath you. Placing your hands on his chest, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled your lips down to his. Moaning into your mouth, Tarquin easily slipped his tongue past your lips to glide along your own.
With a snap of his fingers, the rest of your clothes joined his tunic across the room, leaving the two of you completely bare. Giggling into his ear, you moved to kiss down his neck. “Handy trick, my Lord.”
Tarquin’s other hand glided down your back to squeeze at your supple ass, making you grind down onto his already hard cock. After sucking a mark into his collarbone, you moved up onto your elbows, staring down into his cerulean eyes. “For the record, I truly didn’t mean to start feeling you up. You’re just far too distracting.”
His low laugh curled pleasurable in your heart, making your back arch under his hands. “I’m not complaining, my love. I will never complain about you touching me. But if you don’t mind, I’d certainly love to touch you as well.”
A faint blush crept up your cheeks as you smirked down at your mate. “I’ll always say yes to that.”
You leaned down to kiss him again, moaning into his mouth as Tarquin’s hand slid around to your front and slowly started to rub your wet pussy. Two of his fingers easily slipped inside you and immediately started stretching you out. Grinding your hips into his hand, his calloused palm grazed your clit just right with the way your bodies were pressed so close together.
You couldn’t help but slightly lean back and press your foreheads together as you softly moaned into the space between your lips. “Oh, fuck.”
He huffed a laugh against your lips as he tugged your body closer to his. “Feel good, baby? You’re already so tight and wet for me.”
You could barely even process his words with the pleasure building up inside your core. With his long fingers rubbing at just the right spot inside you and your clit grinding against his palm, your orgasm wasn’t far off. You just nodded against his forehead, your eyes squeezed shut as you started to tighten around his fingers. “Mmhm. Please don’t stop.”
Kissing you again, he muttered against your parted mouth. “Of course not, love. This is exactly how I want you: squirming and about to come all over me.”
Squeezing his shoulders, your head dropped down as you whined into his neck. The effect his words had on you was insane; almost immediately, the force of your orgasm barrelled you over as your eyes rolled back into your head. Legs shaking, the slick walls of your cunt spasmed around him as your slick gushed out of your entrance onto his hand.
Surprisingly, your first orgasm did little to quell the burning need in your core. You only needed a few minutes to breathe before his fingers pulled out of you, and you moved to sit up right above his cock. Gripping his length, you angled him just right before looking right into his blown-out eyes as you plunged down onto him in one single slide.
No matter how many times you took his cock inside you, you’d never get used to the stretch, always taking your breath away for a few moments. Running your hands over the toned muscles of his torso, you blinked through the burn while his hand gripped around your waist, soothingly rubbing into your tense lower stomach.
Once your core finally relaxed around him, you bit your lip as you stared down at him, before slowly squeezing your thighs to drag your body up and down his length. Twin groans came out of your mouths as you relished the feeling of being this close to your mate. The pleasure of his cock moving inside you was mind-blowing, but the intimacy of this was incomprehensible.
Tarquin’s hands came around to rest right where your thighs met your ass, guiding the movement of your hips. “Fuck, just like that, my love. Always take me so well.”
When your legs started to shake, he held you up and started to thrust into you. You leaned back over him, unable to hold yourself up with the sheer force of the pleasure coursing through you. Before long, your second orgasm was already creeping up on you. His cock was hitting so deep inside you just right, making your vision blur as your head grew fuzzy.
Kissing him again, the two of you breathed heavily into each other’s mouths as you started to tighten around him again. One of his hands drifted down to rub small circles on your clit. Within a matter of seconds, you were whimpering as your orgasm crashed into you. It was only a few short moments with your cunt squeezing and throbbing around his cock before Tarquin was groaning and coming inside you, your combined releases slowly dripping out of you.
As the two of you started to finally come down from your orgasms, you cuddled into your mate’s chest, entirely content to stay just like this all night.
