"Well, will you bring me my glass of wine, or do you intend to stand there, open-mouthed, all night? You have some bad bedside manners, witch."
Did a Consul Valerius today... :p
Wink-wink to my dear Jyiori Chiaki! When I realised suddenly that the finished piece looked a little bit like her famous "good/bad end" pieces I contacted her, worried, and she said:
"Thank you so much for reaching out to me, always ❤ I'm so thankful! You are so kind and considerate to fellow artists, it's really wonderful of you!
I think there are very few truly "original" ideas in this world, as we are all influenced by each other~ As long as it's not directly traced and claimed to be someone's own artwork, I think it's fine to be honest! Besides, you've drawn him completely with your own art style and it's a very different mood. It's a gorgeous piece of original artwork, and we can never have enough of the dear Consul 💕 "
Requested by @lilredbird101! Thanks for letting me borrow Adeline for this fic!
CW: Edging, public sex
~ 990 words
Adeline was going to make the consul pay. At the start of the masquerade, Valerius had her alone. The way things were going promised for a fun, thrilling night. But then they almost got caught and Valerius chickened out.
She'd be damned if she let him just ditch her and get away with it.
Adeline found him, brushing elbows with the rest of the higher ranking officials. The lot of them were walled off in some dining chamber, separate from the more jovial gathering halls of the masquerade ball.
Adeline knew that she had no business entering this space, yet she dared to anyway because who was going to stop her? This was a masquerade and they were all in masks.
Adeline adopted a stately stride as she drifted closer to the long table overdressed with rare meats and cornucopias of engorged fruit. She was delighted to discover that even though none of the other officials paid her any mind, Valerius stiffened as soon as they locked eyes. The sour puss courtier sneered just under his mask.
Adeline smirked. She checked to see if anyone else was paying close attention before dropping her handkerchief, tutting behind her hand, and sinking under the table to retrieve it.
Valerius must have known what she was up to and yet did not flee. That was a good sign.
Adeline giggled softly when she reached the consul’s legs and slid a lace-gloved palm against his inner thigh.
“You dare?” The consul hissed through gritted teeth. Despite the venom in his tone, his legs parted without much resistance. Adeline was thrilled — of course this pompous ass couldn’t even admit that he wanted her. She confirmed it when she reached further and his cock twitched eagerly under her touch.
No, no consul. You’re not fooling anyone.
With a cool look and a clenched jaw, Valerius shrugged just enough fabric down to reveal his tip.
You want me just as bad as I want you.
“Wipe that smirk off your face. I’m simply bored,” Valerius muttered, as if reading Adeline’s mind. He looked away at nothing and waved for her to continue.
Unconvinced and excited at the challenge, Adeline took her time peeling back his fabric. She passed the edge of her tongue delicately over his slit. Valerius cleared his throat and allowed himself a sip of wine, but besides that, gave no reaction to the way she tickled the head of his cock.
Adeline could care less. This wasn’t so much about him. She had been wanting to taste this part of the consul for some time now. She wanted to go slow in order to savor the —
“Woman, I am hard. What on earth are you waiting for?”
Adeline stopped, balanced her chin on the top of his thigh and batted her eyelashes at him from under the table.
“Do you need some kind of invitation?” Valerius snapped. His cavalier facade was crumbling and Adeline was loving every minute of it.
“Why yes,” she said, brushing her lips along his length, “I think I do. And it better be politely worded or I’ll leave right here and now.”
Valerius sat up a little straighter and Adeline hid herself behind the table cloth when a couple walked by.
When they were gone, Valerius uncovered her and said, “Lady Adeline, I humbly invite you to give my cock a proper suckling.” For the first time that evening, Valerius smiled. “How was that?”
Adeline could barely contain herself. “Yes, well. Do try to keep a straight face.”
Valerius rolled his eyes. “Please. Playing pretend is half of what I do for a living.”
Sure, but wait until you see what I have in store for you.
Adeline got to work. Letting her jaw drop and taking him a few inches at a time before sucking gently and taking in a little more. It was a good thing this end of the table was mostly uncrowded because Valerius was not all that silent. His grunts and soft, stunted barks gave her the courage she needed to keep going.
His cock felt hard and heavy with pressure against Adeline’s tongue. She moaned as she pushed her lips to his base, letting the far reaches of her throat get some attention before retreating.
“Yes,” Valerius exhaled. “Open up a little more. That’s it.”
Adeline could sense him getting there, so she gave his tip one last hard suck and let go.
Valerius sank abruptly in his chair. He growled and she heard the thump of a wine bottle.
“So this is the game we’re playing tonight then?” He straightened up in his chair. “Fine then. I’m ready for the second round.”
It was a wonder that Valerius lasted as long as he did. Adeline brought him to the edge at least three more times. The consul had to keep stopping in between, drinking wine in order to steady his nerves.
Adeline’s jaw was beginning to tire, but she wouldn’t surrender for the whole world. She finally had all of the consul’s attention. It was clear by the way he held the back of her neck on their fourth time around, and just his thrusts alone — no, he didn’t care if they were caught. The less fucks he gave to the rest of the court, the more it turned Adeline on.
”What are your thoughts now, Lady Adeline? Do I get to come?” Sweat collected against her lips when Adeline repeatedly met the base of Valerius’s cock. His legs were trembling out of control.
“Do I get to come?”
Hot, sticky release made her gag. She had to concentrate to swallow, but it was worth it. Valerius found his way under the table, bringing an unopened bottle of Pinot noir.
“Mm. Are you happy now? You’ve uncoiled the snake and dragged me down here with you.”
Adeline took the bottle from him and washed down his spunk with a swig.
“Please, Consul. Save the melodrama for someone else,” she snickered. “We all know had I not showed up, you would have died in that chair from boredom.”
