Chapter 20 Wen
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Wen
The banquet was, miraculously, going well.
Almost suspiciously well. No power explosions from overwhelmed half witches.
No assassination attempts by vengeful enemies.
No political incidents involving drunk nobles insulting each other’s kingdoms. Just boring, pleasant conversation and surprisingly decent food.
Which was exactly why Mal and I were currently locked in a bathroom.
I gasped as he backed me against the door, his body pressing into mine, his hands already working at the fastenings of my dress. “This is a terrible idea,” I managed to say, even as my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
“You say that every time,” Mal shot back, his lips sucking hard on my neck, teeth scraping skin.
“And I’m right every time,” I panted, breath hitching as his tongue dragged lower.
“Yet you are here anyway,” he muttered, nipping that spot under my ear that made my legs shake. His hand slid down, cupping my ass through the fabric. “Wet and ready for me already. I can scent how much you want me, little mate.”
“Your reasoning sucks. I always want you,” I fired back, hauling his mouth to mine. Our tongues shoved together, tasting wine and salt.
We’d been dancing around each other all night.
Subtle touches when we passed each other in the crowd.
Heated looks across the great hall that made my skin flush.
Increasingly inappropriate suggestions whispered about bending me over the table that left my pussy clenching under my skirts, promises of what would happen later that had left me squirming in my seat during the speeches.
Finally, I’d had enough of waiting.
When Mal had excused himself to “check the perimeter” with a smirk and a meaningful look in my direction, I’d followed exactly thirty seconds later, heart pounding.
Long enough to be discreet. Short enough that he was still in the hallway when I caught up to him.
He grabbed my wrist in the dim corridor, dragged me into the closest room, which turned out to be this bathroom, and locked the door behind us.
Now his palms roamed wild, hiking my dress up my thighs, bunching it at my hips.
He hooked fingers in my panties, ripping them down my legs in one yank with the skill of someone who’d done this exact thing many, many times before.
The fabric caught on my boots; I kicked it free, exposing my soaked slit to the cool air.
“We should not be doing this,” Mal growled against my collarbone, but his hands didn’t stop, thumbs digging into my hips.
“Definitely not,” I agreed, popping buttons on his jacket. One flew off, clinking on the tiles. Oops. My fingers clawed at his shirt next, nails raking his chest hair.
“People will notice we are both gone,” he warned, breath scorching my skin as he palmed my tits, squeezing until I arched.
“Absolutely,” I said, not caring even a little bit. The button could stay lost forever for all I cared.
Someone knocked on the door, hard. Loud enough to make both of us freeze for half a second, pulse thundering.
A guard’s confused voice came through the wood. “Your Majesty? Are you alright in there?”
Mal didn’t miss a beat, thrusting his hips forward so his bulge ground against my mound. “Busy!” he yelled, voice steady as steel.
The footsteps retreated quickly. Very quickly.
I could practically hear the guard reconsidering his entire career as he fled down the hallway.
I clamped my lips to stifle a laugh - or a whimper - as Mal’s fingers dove between my legs, two thick ones plunging into my cunt without warning.
I was drenched, juices coating his knuckles as he pumped them deep, twisting to hit that ridge inside.
“Subtle,” I managed to gasp out, biting his earlobe while my hand shoved into his pants, wrapping around his rock-hard cock. It throbbed in my fist, pre-cum slicking my palm as I stroked from base to tip, thumb smearing the bead over the slit.
“I am done being subtle,” Mal snarled, hoisting me up by the thighs.
My ass hit the cold marble counter, shocking my skin for a split second before his heat swallowed it all.
He kicked my legs apart, stepping in close, his free hand guiding his cock to my entrance.
The head nudged my folds, sliding through the mess, then he rammed in - hard, balls-deep in one brutal shove.
I choked on a moan, walls stretching around his girth, that burn mixing with the ache I’d carried all night.
“God, your pussy’s choking me,” he grunted, pulling back slow, veins dragging my insides before slamming home again. The counter edge bit my ass, but I didn’t care.
This was fast, desperate. His hips snapping forward while I rocked to meet him. His cock rammed in and out, squelching with my wetness, balls slapping my ass. Sweat beaded on his forehead; I licked it off, tasting salt as my nails scored his shoulders through the shirt.
“Close,” I whispered, voice breaking, his thrusts echoing in my veins, my clench pulling at him.
The bond between us was wide open, emotions and sensations flowing both ways without filter or barrier.
I could feel his pleasure building, same as mine, the sensations feeding into each other and amplifying until it was impossible to tell where I ended and he began.
We were one person in that moment, connected in every possible way.
“I know. I can feel it, your pussy fluttering around me,” he rasped, one hand bracing the mirror behind me, the other pinching my nipple hard, twisting until I whined. Our sensations bled together: his cock throbbing from my squeeze, my clit pulsing from his grind. It built fast, coiling tight.
Pleasure hit like a storm, and we shattered together.
My pussy spasmed, milking him as I came, juices squirting around his shaft.
He buried deep, cock jerking, flooding me with hot cum, spurt after spurt painting my walls.
I sank teeth into his shoulder, muffling the scream, fabric tearing under my bite.
He groaned into my neck, body shuddering, hips stuttering through the waves.
I clung to him, panting, his dick still twitching inside my pulsing hole, cum leaking out to drip on the counter.
Slowly, he pulled back, eyes dark as he traced the mate mark on my throat, that old bite scar from our bonding.
His tongue lapped it soft, sending jolts straight to my core, making me shiver.
“Mine,” he murmured, nipping the edge.
For a second too long, we just stayed there, still joined, catching our breath, wrapped around each other while a banquet full of nobles continued just down the hall. Probably wondering where the king and queen of Ravenor had disappeared to. Probably coming up with their own theories.
They’d be right, of course. But that was their problem, not mine.
“You are everything,” Mal said softly, his lips brushing my skin. “My heart beats because you exist.”
“You’re mine,” I replied, running my fingers through his hair. “Every breath I take is for you. Even when you make me have sex in bathrooms during important political banquets.”
“Especially then,” he corrected, and I could feel his smile.
“We’re going to get a reputation,” I warned him.
“We already have a reputation,” he replied, completely unbothered.
Fair point.
Someone else knocked, harder this time, more insistent.
We ignored them entirely.
Mal helped me off the counter carefully, supporting me when my legs wobbled.
Then he fixed my dress with surprising gentleness for someone who’d just thoroughly ravaged me on it.
He smoothed the fabric, adjusted the bodice, worked out the wrinkles we’d created.
His fingers were careful, precise, treating the task with the same attention he gave to strategy meetings.
“You’re very good at that,” I observed as he fixed my hair. “Should I be concerned about how much practice you’ve had undressing and then re-dressing women?”
“Only you,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “For the past five years. Repeatedly.”
“Repeatedly,” I agreed. “Often in inappropriate locations.”
“We have a pattern.”
“We have a problem.”
“We have excellent taste in inappropriate locations,” he countered.
I returned the favor, helping him straighten his formal jacket, buttoning it properly, making sure he looked presentable. Or as presentable as possible given what we’d just done. I noticed the missing button and decided not to mention it.
I stepped back to assess our work. “We look thoroughly ravaged.”
“We look happy,” Mal corrected, pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine.
“That too,” I admitted.
He kissed me again, slow and sweet this time, without the desperate urgency from before. Just devotion and affection and contentment.
“What if we ditched the banquet?” he suggested against my lips. “Went to our actual bed? Took our time?”
I grinned. “I like the way you think.”
We finally unlocked the entrance and stepped out into the hallway to find Aurion practically dancing in place outside, his face a mask of barely controlled desperation.
“FINALLY!” he burst out the moment he saw us. “I am fucking peeing myself! You two have been in there for TWENTY MINUTES!”
Twenty minutes? Had it really been that long? Time had sort of lost all meaning in there. Worth it, though.
Mal was completely unrepentant. “Apologies, brother.”
“Twenty minutes!” Aurion repeated, his voice pitching up with distress. “What were you even doing in there for twenty... no, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know. Just move!”
He shoved past us into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him with more force than was strictly necessary. We could hear the lock clicking into place immediately.
I caught Mal’s eye. He caught mine. We both started laughing, the kind of helpless laughter that made my sides hurt and tears form in my eyes.
“We’re terrible people,” I said when I could breathe again.
“The worst,” Mal agreed, not sounding sorry at all.
“Let’s go ditch this banquet,” I said.
“Absolutely,” he said. “They will survive one evening without us. Gregyor can handle the political small talk. That is what we have allies for.”
“To cover for us while we sneak off to have sex?”
“Among other things.”
We walked hand-in-hand through the castle, barely trying to hide our grins. Guards and servants we passed gave us knowing looks, amused expressions that said they were fully aware of what we’d been up to and found it either amusing or scandalous or both.
I didn’t care. Let them whisper. We were married. We were allowed to sneak off and have sex in bathrooms if we wanted to. That was practically in our wedding vows. I was pretty sure I’d said something about “in sickness and in health and in random rooms throughout the castle.”
When we finally reached our chambers, Mal opened the door and pulled me inside. Then he lifted me, catching me off guard, and threw me onto the bed.
I screeched, half surprise and half delight, my body bouncing slightly on the soft mattress. He jumped after me, catching himself on his arms above me, caging me in with his body.
“Hi,” he said, grinning down at me.
“Hi yourself,” I replied, reaching up to pull him down to me.
He kissed me slow and thorough and full of promise. Not desperate like before, but deliberate. Taking his time. We had all night now. No interruptions, no nobles to impress. No political games to play.
Just us.
We had a kingdom to run, alliances to maintain, a son with great powers to raise, portals to investigate. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new problems, new reasons to worry. But for now, there was just this: us, together, happy and whole and completely in love.
Everything else could wait until I’ve had enough orgasms to last a lifetime.
THE END