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The death of the death of the King had seemed to take somewhat of a toll on the Kingdom of Athenia. Minas had been a beloved ruler, though Keikelius had never shared the sentiment. If he were honest, he was less concerned with Minas' death and more focused on the behavior of his wife. Circenia was a viper constantly waiting to strike, but Keikelius was quite sure that his wife had never expected her scathing last words to her brother to actually be her last.
They had spoken... little since the senate meeting and even less so in the hours since the King's death. But laying beside her, with just a few moments of silence and peace in the extremely late hours of the night, the man felt himself relaxing. The last few weeks of life in Athenia had been... somewhat of a hell. Keikelius still felt the gnawing guilt of harming Elias, though he kept it to himself. Worried for all of his children, he'd attempted to keep a bit of a leash on them, wanting to know where they went and what they did.
Keikelius silently watched his wife's back, the candle beside the bed still casting soft light into the shadows of the room. Frowning lightly to himself, he reached out one hand, gently smoothing it along her back and her spine, inching himself closer against her back so that he could wrap his arm firmly around her waist and nuzzle into the back of her neck.
"Are you awake?" Keikelius tested gently, stroking his wife's dark hair with rough, calloused fingers. He didn't exactly want to wake her, but he was tired of the silence. The simmering anger, whether it was from him or from her. He'd honestly lost track of who was angrier over the events of the last weeks. Despite his anger at everything, everyone... he wasn't the type of man to let his beloved ache in silence.
If that was actually what she was doing. As well as Keikelius knew Circenia she often surprised him. A majority of the time it was in the most wonderful of ways. Others? Others she was like an inferno and he was the water that tried to quell her, calm her. His beautiful, raging, wild wife. Keikelius had been long taken by her despite the nature of their engagement. He was soft, kind, only for her and their children.
He refrained from twitching at the memory of his fist connecting with Elias' gut and simply tested his wife's lucidity once more. The arm around her reached for her hand, twining his fingers with hers.
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The death of the death of the King had seemed to take somewhat of a toll on the Kingdom of Athenia. Minas had been a beloved ruler, though Keikelius had never shared the sentiment. If he were honest, he was less concerned with Minas' death and more focused on the behavior of his wife. Circenia was a viper constantly waiting to strike, but Keikelius was quite sure that his wife had never expected her scathing last words to her brother to actually be her last.
They had spoken... little since the senate meeting and even less so in the hours since the King's death. But laying beside her, with just a few moments of silence and peace in the extremely late hours of the night, the man felt himself relaxing. The last few weeks of life in Athenia had been... somewhat of a hell. Keikelius still felt the gnawing guilt of harming Elias, though he kept it to himself. Worried for all of his children, he'd attempted to keep a bit of a leash on them, wanting to know where they went and what they did.
Keikelius silently watched his wife's back, the candle beside the bed still casting soft light into the shadows of the room. Frowning lightly to himself, he reached out one hand, gently smoothing it along her back and her spine, inching himself closer against her back so that he could wrap his arm firmly around her waist and nuzzle into the back of her neck.
"Are you awake?" Keikelius tested gently, stroking his wife's dark hair with rough, calloused fingers. He didn't exactly want to wake her, but he was tired of the silence. The simmering anger, whether it was from him or from her. He'd honestly lost track of who was angrier over the events of the last weeks. Despite his anger at everything, everyone... he wasn't the type of man to let his beloved ache in silence.
If that was actually what she was doing. As well as Keikelius knew Circenia she often surprised him. A majority of the time it was in the most wonderful of ways. Others? Others she was like an inferno and he was the water that tried to quell her, calm her. His beautiful, raging, wild wife. Keikelius had been long taken by her despite the nature of their engagement. He was soft, kind, only for her and their children.
He refrained from twitching at the memory of his fist connecting with Elias' gut and simply tested his wife's lucidity once more. The arm around her reached for her hand, twining his fingers with hers.
The death of the death of the King had seemed to take somewhat of a toll on the Kingdom of Athenia. Minas had been a beloved ruler, though Keikelius had never shared the sentiment. If he were honest, he was less concerned with Minas' death and more focused on the behavior of his wife. Circenia was a viper constantly waiting to strike, but Keikelius was quite sure that his wife had never expected her scathing last words to her brother to actually be her last.
They had spoken... little since the senate meeting and even less so in the hours since the King's death. But laying beside her, with just a few moments of silence and peace in the extremely late hours of the night, the man felt himself relaxing. The last few weeks of life in Athenia had been... somewhat of a hell. Keikelius still felt the gnawing guilt of harming Elias, though he kept it to himself. Worried for all of his children, he'd attempted to keep a bit of a leash on them, wanting to know where they went and what they did.
Keikelius silently watched his wife's back, the candle beside the bed still casting soft light into the shadows of the room. Frowning lightly to himself, he reached out one hand, gently smoothing it along her back and her spine, inching himself closer against her back so that he could wrap his arm firmly around her waist and nuzzle into the back of her neck.
"Are you awake?" Keikelius tested gently, stroking his wife's dark hair with rough, calloused fingers. He didn't exactly want to wake her, but he was tired of the silence. The simmering anger, whether it was from him or from her. He'd honestly lost track of who was angrier over the events of the last weeks. Despite his anger at everything, everyone... he wasn't the type of man to let his beloved ache in silence.
If that was actually what she was doing. As well as Keikelius knew Circenia she often surprised him. A majority of the time it was in the most wonderful of ways. Others? Others she was like an inferno and he was the water that tried to quell her, calm her. His beautiful, raging, wild wife. Keikelius had been long taken by her despite the nature of their engagement. He was soft, kind, only for her and their children.
He refrained from twitching at the memory of his fist connecting with Elias' gut and simply tested his wife's lucidity once more. The arm around her reached for her hand, twining his fingers with hers.
She couldn’t sleep.
Ever since that day, that horrible, fateful day where she’d waited outside the Senate for what she thought was good news, Circenia could count on one hand the number of nights where she’d actually slept longer than an hour or two. And since her brother’s death… It was all she could do to keep her eyes closed longer than a few minutes before the nightmares began. When would it end?
Would it ever end?
Her lack of sleep, combined with every other… misfortune… her family had been through in the past few weeks made for an irritable Circenia. And an irritable Circenia… well… It was simple enough to say that the Stravos household was not a happy one. Something had to give, and it had to give soon. There were only so many more plates and mirrors they could afford to lose to the whirlwind of her temper.
The princess lay with her back to Keikelius, watching the shadows dance along the far wall. It was a common pastime of hers these days; sometimes, she could even hear the music they danced to her in head, a silent rhythm of light and dark that flickered and faded, keeping her anchored in the waking world.
A soft hand down her spine alerted her to her husband’s wakefulness, an arm slinking around her waist to pull her in closer. Feeling the nuzzle at the back of her neck and his fingers sifting through her hair, she closed her eyes and remained silent, feigning sleep so that he might leave her be. She didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to listen. She simply wanted to be alone with her grief, alone with her simmering rage against all the ways the world had wronged them.
For several long moments, she lay there without acknowledging him, her breath rising and falling in deep breaths as if she really was asleep. But when he refused to relent, pulling her more firmly into his grasp and entwining his hand with hers, Circenia felt herself sigh, unable to ignore him any longer. She knew her anger toward him was misplaced, that he had lost just as much as the rest of them. His vote for Persephone in the Senate… she knew he had no choice, that’d he’d done it only to save face.
But that didn’t make it any easier to forgive him.
“I’m awake,” she finally said, her voice whisper soft in the silence of their bedroom. Gently squeezing the hand that held hers, she turned onto her back so that she might look at him instead of the wall.
“I can’t rightly remember the last time I truly slept,” she confessed to her beloved, though she was sure he was well aware of her restlessness in the night. “Weeks, maybe. Night blends into day, days blend into weeks. Who can keep track of any of it anymore?”
Circenia was not a woman accustomed to wallowing in self-pity, but wallow she certainly had, and well did they both know it. Their wealth, their lands, their status… gone in an instant, their fame turned to notoriety with a few simple, backstabbing words. The spoiled princess was sure she felt that loss more keenly than the rest of her family.
Gazing up into the dark eyes that had always comforted her in the best and the worst of times, she did her best to keep the bleakness from her own. It was rare that she ever allowed herself to be vulnerable, much less to let another see it, but this man wasn’t just anyone. He was her rock, her shelter, her protection from the storm. And as much as she hated to admit it, she needed him now more than ever. She couldn’t go on suffering in silence.
“Keikelius, what are we going to do?”
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She couldn’t sleep.
Ever since that day, that horrible, fateful day where she’d waited outside the Senate for what she thought was good news, Circenia could count on one hand the number of nights where she’d actually slept longer than an hour or two. And since her brother’s death… It was all she could do to keep her eyes closed longer than a few minutes before the nightmares began. When would it end?
Would it ever end?
Her lack of sleep, combined with every other… misfortune… her family had been through in the past few weeks made for an irritable Circenia. And an irritable Circenia… well… It was simple enough to say that the Stravos household was not a happy one. Something had to give, and it had to give soon. There were only so many more plates and mirrors they could afford to lose to the whirlwind of her temper.
The princess lay with her back to Keikelius, watching the shadows dance along the far wall. It was a common pastime of hers these days; sometimes, she could even hear the music they danced to her in head, a silent rhythm of light and dark that flickered and faded, keeping her anchored in the waking world.
A soft hand down her spine alerted her to her husband’s wakefulness, an arm slinking around her waist to pull her in closer. Feeling the nuzzle at the back of her neck and his fingers sifting through her hair, she closed her eyes and remained silent, feigning sleep so that he might leave her be. She didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to listen. She simply wanted to be alone with her grief, alone with her simmering rage against all the ways the world had wronged them.
For several long moments, she lay there without acknowledging him, her breath rising and falling in deep breaths as if she really was asleep. But when he refused to relent, pulling her more firmly into his grasp and entwining his hand with hers, Circenia felt herself sigh, unable to ignore him any longer. She knew her anger toward him was misplaced, that he had lost just as much as the rest of them. His vote for Persephone in the Senate… she knew he had no choice, that’d he’d done it only to save face.
But that didn’t make it any easier to forgive him.
“I’m awake,” she finally said, her voice whisper soft in the silence of their bedroom. Gently squeezing the hand that held hers, she turned onto her back so that she might look at him instead of the wall.
“I can’t rightly remember the last time I truly slept,” she confessed to her beloved, though she was sure he was well aware of her restlessness in the night. “Weeks, maybe. Night blends into day, days blend into weeks. Who can keep track of any of it anymore?”
Circenia was not a woman accustomed to wallowing in self-pity, but wallow she certainly had, and well did they both know it. Their wealth, their lands, their status… gone in an instant, their fame turned to notoriety with a few simple, backstabbing words. The spoiled princess was sure she felt that loss more keenly than the rest of her family.
Gazing up into the dark eyes that had always comforted her in the best and the worst of times, she did her best to keep the bleakness from her own. It was rare that she ever allowed herself to be vulnerable, much less to let another see it, but this man wasn’t just anyone. He was her rock, her shelter, her protection from the storm. And as much as she hated to admit it, she needed him now more than ever. She couldn’t go on suffering in silence.
“Keikelius, what are we going to do?”
She couldn’t sleep.
Ever since that day, that horrible, fateful day where she’d waited outside the Senate for what she thought was good news, Circenia could count on one hand the number of nights where she’d actually slept longer than an hour or two. And since her brother’s death… It was all she could do to keep her eyes closed longer than a few minutes before the nightmares began. When would it end?
Would it ever end?
Her lack of sleep, combined with every other… misfortune… her family had been through in the past few weeks made for an irritable Circenia. And an irritable Circenia… well… It was simple enough to say that the Stravos household was not a happy one. Something had to give, and it had to give soon. There were only so many more plates and mirrors they could afford to lose to the whirlwind of her temper.
The princess lay with her back to Keikelius, watching the shadows dance along the far wall. It was a common pastime of hers these days; sometimes, she could even hear the music they danced to her in head, a silent rhythm of light and dark that flickered and faded, keeping her anchored in the waking world.
A soft hand down her spine alerted her to her husband’s wakefulness, an arm slinking around her waist to pull her in closer. Feeling the nuzzle at the back of her neck and his fingers sifting through her hair, she closed her eyes and remained silent, feigning sleep so that he might leave her be. She didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to listen. She simply wanted to be alone with her grief, alone with her simmering rage against all the ways the world had wronged them.
For several long moments, she lay there without acknowledging him, her breath rising and falling in deep breaths as if she really was asleep. But when he refused to relent, pulling her more firmly into his grasp and entwining his hand with hers, Circenia felt herself sigh, unable to ignore him any longer. She knew her anger toward him was misplaced, that he had lost just as much as the rest of them. His vote for Persephone in the Senate… she knew he had no choice, that’d he’d done it only to save face.
But that didn’t make it any easier to forgive him.
“I’m awake,” she finally said, her voice whisper soft in the silence of their bedroom. Gently squeezing the hand that held hers, she turned onto her back so that she might look at him instead of the wall.
“I can’t rightly remember the last time I truly slept,” she confessed to her beloved, though she was sure he was well aware of her restlessness in the night. “Weeks, maybe. Night blends into day, days blend into weeks. Who can keep track of any of it anymore?”
Circenia was not a woman accustomed to wallowing in self-pity, but wallow she certainly had, and well did they both know it. Their wealth, their lands, their status… gone in an instant, their fame turned to notoriety with a few simple, backstabbing words. The spoiled princess was sure she felt that loss more keenly than the rest of her family.
Gazing up into the dark eyes that had always comforted her in the best and the worst of times, she did her best to keep the bleakness from her own. It was rare that she ever allowed herself to be vulnerable, much less to let another see it, but this man wasn’t just anyone. He was her rock, her shelter, her protection from the storm. And as much as she hated to admit it, she needed him now more than ever. She couldn’t go on suffering in silence.
“Keikelius, what are we going to do?”
He had known it. Circenia hadn't slept well for a number of days and he was well aware of that. If only because lack of sleep only aided in her miserable temperament. When surrounded on all sides by frustration, loss, and their faltering status within society, Keikelius knew she had found herself restless. The few slaves they had kept were frequently sweeping away broken pottery and looking glasses, which Keikelius then noted in ledgers relating to their monetary losses. He wasn't pulling his hair out yet, but he knew before long that even the straight laced business man would not be able to save them from total financial ruin.
If their sentencing lasted for very long, there would be no choice but for them to sell off anything that wasn't vital. The Lord Stravos understood that they needed to survive, first and foremost. If the five of them could weather the storm that rained down upon them, if Keikelius and the family could work together to earn back their title and lands… maybe all would find itself well again. Maybe their lives could be filled with lavish color and the shuffling feet of activity within their home.
Because right now, the sheer lack of movement, of business, of activity was driving the man insane. Not being able to hold a single conversation with his own wife? That was even more frustrating. Because she was his rock. The woman who kept him grounded when his temper was simmering, ready to boil over. And nothing good came of him losing his temper.
He thought of Elias again and curled more firmly against Circenia. He would make amends. Soon.
Right now, he needed to make amends with his life partner. Whose hair was like silk threading through his fingers. Whose skin smelled like vanilla and lavender from the oils they used in their baths. He listened to the rich velvet of her voice and finally breathed out, not realizing that he had been holding his breath in hope that she would speak to him. "I know," he murmured in a low rumble against the back of her neck. Then he shifted them, rolling her onto her back so that he could hover over her.
With his knees on either side of her hips and his hands braced beside her head, Keikelius gazed down into her face in the delicate darkness of their room. "We are going to discuss as a family what our next course of action is, Circenia," he said gently, stroking her cheek with a tentative touch. "Then we are going to get our titles and our lands back and try to put our lives back together, as close to normal as possible," he continued. He could be candid with her. She was his wife, after all. Keikelius always gave her complete honesty and trust. He had no doubt that she would never betray him. It was ostentatious and over the top, but he needed her laughter and her amusement in the moment. A small glimmer of normalcy between them where there had been none.
They were like fire and ice. They needed one another.
Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers once, giving her a rare, warm smile. "Besides… I have a feeling I would end up dead if I didn't return my princess her crown." A teasing remark. One he hoped she would laugh at.
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He had known it. Circenia hadn't slept well for a number of days and he was well aware of that. If only because lack of sleep only aided in her miserable temperament. When surrounded on all sides by frustration, loss, and their faltering status within society, Keikelius knew she had found herself restless. The few slaves they had kept were frequently sweeping away broken pottery and looking glasses, which Keikelius then noted in ledgers relating to their monetary losses. He wasn't pulling his hair out yet, but he knew before long that even the straight laced business man would not be able to save them from total financial ruin.
If their sentencing lasted for very long, there would be no choice but for them to sell off anything that wasn't vital. The Lord Stravos understood that they needed to survive, first and foremost. If the five of them could weather the storm that rained down upon them, if Keikelius and the family could work together to earn back their title and lands… maybe all would find itself well again. Maybe their lives could be filled with lavish color and the shuffling feet of activity within their home.
Because right now, the sheer lack of movement, of business, of activity was driving the man insane. Not being able to hold a single conversation with his own wife? That was even more frustrating. Because she was his rock. The woman who kept him grounded when his temper was simmering, ready to boil over. And nothing good came of him losing his temper.
He thought of Elias again and curled more firmly against Circenia. He would make amends. Soon.
Right now, he needed to make amends with his life partner. Whose hair was like silk threading through his fingers. Whose skin smelled like vanilla and lavender from the oils they used in their baths. He listened to the rich velvet of her voice and finally breathed out, not realizing that he had been holding his breath in hope that she would speak to him. "I know," he murmured in a low rumble against the back of her neck. Then he shifted them, rolling her onto her back so that he could hover over her.
With his knees on either side of her hips and his hands braced beside her head, Keikelius gazed down into her face in the delicate darkness of their room. "We are going to discuss as a family what our next course of action is, Circenia," he said gently, stroking her cheek with a tentative touch. "Then we are going to get our titles and our lands back and try to put our lives back together, as close to normal as possible," he continued. He could be candid with her. She was his wife, after all. Keikelius always gave her complete honesty and trust. He had no doubt that she would never betray him. It was ostentatious and over the top, but he needed her laughter and her amusement in the moment. A small glimmer of normalcy between them where there had been none.
They were like fire and ice. They needed one another.
Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers once, giving her a rare, warm smile. "Besides… I have a feeling I would end up dead if I didn't return my princess her crown." A teasing remark. One he hoped she would laugh at.
He had known it. Circenia hadn't slept well for a number of days and he was well aware of that. If only because lack of sleep only aided in her miserable temperament. When surrounded on all sides by frustration, loss, and their faltering status within society, Keikelius knew she had found herself restless. The few slaves they had kept were frequently sweeping away broken pottery and looking glasses, which Keikelius then noted in ledgers relating to their monetary losses. He wasn't pulling his hair out yet, but he knew before long that even the straight laced business man would not be able to save them from total financial ruin.
If their sentencing lasted for very long, there would be no choice but for them to sell off anything that wasn't vital. The Lord Stravos understood that they needed to survive, first and foremost. If the five of them could weather the storm that rained down upon them, if Keikelius and the family could work together to earn back their title and lands… maybe all would find itself well again. Maybe their lives could be filled with lavish color and the shuffling feet of activity within their home.
Because right now, the sheer lack of movement, of business, of activity was driving the man insane. Not being able to hold a single conversation with his own wife? That was even more frustrating. Because she was his rock. The woman who kept him grounded when his temper was simmering, ready to boil over. And nothing good came of him losing his temper.
He thought of Elias again and curled more firmly against Circenia. He would make amends. Soon.
Right now, he needed to make amends with his life partner. Whose hair was like silk threading through his fingers. Whose skin smelled like vanilla and lavender from the oils they used in their baths. He listened to the rich velvet of her voice and finally breathed out, not realizing that he had been holding his breath in hope that she would speak to him. "I know," he murmured in a low rumble against the back of her neck. Then he shifted them, rolling her onto her back so that he could hover over her.
With his knees on either side of her hips and his hands braced beside her head, Keikelius gazed down into her face in the delicate darkness of their room. "We are going to discuss as a family what our next course of action is, Circenia," he said gently, stroking her cheek with a tentative touch. "Then we are going to get our titles and our lands back and try to put our lives back together, as close to normal as possible," he continued. He could be candid with her. She was his wife, after all. Keikelius always gave her complete honesty and trust. He had no doubt that she would never betray him. It was ostentatious and over the top, but he needed her laughter and her amusement in the moment. A small glimmer of normalcy between them where there had been none.
They were like fire and ice. They needed one another.
Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers once, giving her a rare, warm smile. "Besides… I have a feeling I would end up dead if I didn't return my princess her crown." A teasing remark. One he hoped she would laugh at.
Circenia leaned into his touch in spite of herself, trying to take heart from his words. They were ones she desperately needed to hear, especially from his mouth. Almost thirty years of marriage and he’d always been there, always looked out for her, always cared for her… even when she made it nearly impossible to do so. The fiery princess was a whirlwind of emotion, an overindulged and spoiled woman who could go from coy and charming to spitting mean at a moment’s notice. But Keikelius had always seen her for who she was and loved her all the same, something for which she’d always been grateful. Without him at her side, she was sure she would have given in to despair already, but even with him there, she was coming dangerously close. Everything will be fine, was the constant mantra she repeated to herself day in and day out, but as the weeks went by and nothing changed, it was getting harder and harder to believe it. Looking up into her husband’s face and observing his calm assurance was almost enough to soothe her doubt. Almost.
She took Keikelius’s hand and laid a gentle kiss against his palm before holding it against her face. “I hope you’re right, I really do,” she murmured, stroking her thumb along the back of his knuckles. “I don’t even want to think about what will happen if you’re wrong.” Circenia was vain and self-centered, but she wasn’t stupid; she knew they couldn’t continue their normal lifestyle for much longer without dire consequences. And those consequences were not ones she was willing to face.
Her husband’s teasing remark finally broke through her melancholy, a smile flashing across her face in response to his own. Sweetly, Circenia returned his kiss, running her free hand through his close cropped locks. “Yes, indeed you would,” she teased back with a laugh, tugging him downward to kiss him again. The contact lingered for a few seconds longer than before, pulling back with a light nip to his bottom lip. “And I’d carry out the deed so flawlessly that no one would ever suspect me. The doting wife, forever in mourning, while everyone else is left to wonder whatever became of you…”
The hand in his hair trailed down his face to his chest, tenderly pausing right over his heart before gliding up to loop both arms around his neck. Pulling him in closer, she lightly nuzzled her nose against his with another laugh. “Best not to let that happen, though. For all our sakes.” Circenia grinned, playfully shuddering. ”Can you even imagine the state of Athenia if you weren’t here to hold me back? The kingdom would be in ashes in days, if not hours. Let’s not condemn everyone to such a fate, eh?”
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Circenia leaned into his touch in spite of herself, trying to take heart from his words. They were ones she desperately needed to hear, especially from his mouth. Almost thirty years of marriage and he’d always been there, always looked out for her, always cared for her… even when she made it nearly impossible to do so. The fiery princess was a whirlwind of emotion, an overindulged and spoiled woman who could go from coy and charming to spitting mean at a moment’s notice. But Keikelius had always seen her for who she was and loved her all the same, something for which she’d always been grateful. Without him at her side, she was sure she would have given in to despair already, but even with him there, she was coming dangerously close. Everything will be fine, was the constant mantra she repeated to herself day in and day out, but as the weeks went by and nothing changed, it was getting harder and harder to believe it. Looking up into her husband’s face and observing his calm assurance was almost enough to soothe her doubt. Almost.
She took Keikelius’s hand and laid a gentle kiss against his palm before holding it against her face. “I hope you’re right, I really do,” she murmured, stroking her thumb along the back of his knuckles. “I don’t even want to think about what will happen if you’re wrong.” Circenia was vain and self-centered, but she wasn’t stupid; she knew they couldn’t continue their normal lifestyle for much longer without dire consequences. And those consequences were not ones she was willing to face.
Her husband’s teasing remark finally broke through her melancholy, a smile flashing across her face in response to his own. Sweetly, Circenia returned his kiss, running her free hand through his close cropped locks. “Yes, indeed you would,” she teased back with a laugh, tugging him downward to kiss him again. The contact lingered for a few seconds longer than before, pulling back with a light nip to his bottom lip. “And I’d carry out the deed so flawlessly that no one would ever suspect me. The doting wife, forever in mourning, while everyone else is left to wonder whatever became of you…”
The hand in his hair trailed down his face to his chest, tenderly pausing right over his heart before gliding up to loop both arms around his neck. Pulling him in closer, she lightly nuzzled her nose against his with another laugh. “Best not to let that happen, though. For all our sakes.” Circenia grinned, playfully shuddering. ”Can you even imagine the state of Athenia if you weren’t here to hold me back? The kingdom would be in ashes in days, if not hours. Let’s not condemn everyone to such a fate, eh?”
Circenia leaned into his touch in spite of herself, trying to take heart from his words. They were ones she desperately needed to hear, especially from his mouth. Almost thirty years of marriage and he’d always been there, always looked out for her, always cared for her… even when she made it nearly impossible to do so. The fiery princess was a whirlwind of emotion, an overindulged and spoiled woman who could go from coy and charming to spitting mean at a moment’s notice. But Keikelius had always seen her for who she was and loved her all the same, something for which she’d always been grateful. Without him at her side, she was sure she would have given in to despair already, but even with him there, she was coming dangerously close. Everything will be fine, was the constant mantra she repeated to herself day in and day out, but as the weeks went by and nothing changed, it was getting harder and harder to believe it. Looking up into her husband’s face and observing his calm assurance was almost enough to soothe her doubt. Almost.
She took Keikelius’s hand and laid a gentle kiss against his palm before holding it against her face. “I hope you’re right, I really do,” she murmured, stroking her thumb along the back of his knuckles. “I don’t even want to think about what will happen if you’re wrong.” Circenia was vain and self-centered, but she wasn’t stupid; she knew they couldn’t continue their normal lifestyle for much longer without dire consequences. And those consequences were not ones she was willing to face.
Her husband’s teasing remark finally broke through her melancholy, a smile flashing across her face in response to his own. Sweetly, Circenia returned his kiss, running her free hand through his close cropped locks. “Yes, indeed you would,” she teased back with a laugh, tugging him downward to kiss him again. The contact lingered for a few seconds longer than before, pulling back with a light nip to his bottom lip. “And I’d carry out the deed so flawlessly that no one would ever suspect me. The doting wife, forever in mourning, while everyone else is left to wonder whatever became of you…”
The hand in his hair trailed down his face to his chest, tenderly pausing right over his heart before gliding up to loop both arms around his neck. Pulling him in closer, she lightly nuzzled her nose against his with another laugh. “Best not to let that happen, though. For all our sakes.” Circenia grinned, playfully shuddering. ”Can you even imagine the state of Athenia if you weren’t here to hold me back? The kingdom would be in ashes in days, if not hours. Let’s not condemn everyone to such a fate, eh?”
Sometimes is amazed him at how easily he could subdue his wife. She had a temper that matched the worst of them, but it didn't often take much to calm Circenia. At least it didn't if Keikelius put forth the effort and played his cards right. His hand brushed her cheek when she pulled it against her skin and his dark eyes flitted slowly to her lips. She was speaking and he did the dutiful thing, listening instead of daydreaming about brushing his lips against hers to silence her. There had been enough talking in the last few days. Enough talking and yelling and flaring tempers. The tension had only become more pronounced with the death of the King.
Keikelius had stood to the side, his lack of title no longer dictating that he was allowed to walk in the procession. But he had watched his wife walk the path of the funeral along with various close friends of the King. He had stared almost bitterly at the newly minted Aimias of Argyris' back and then Takis of Argyris and his pretty little daughter until they were out of sight. He had waited for Circenia to round back before he took her arm in his and lead her silently home.
The tension had been palpable. But now, here, she was calm. Circenia was watching his face and touching him, something she would have avoided in the days before. Everything would be fine. He had to keep reminding himself of that as well. They would figure everything out together just as they always had. Because at the end of the day, they were in this entire situation together and they would come out of it together.
"I am always right," Keikelius noted with a warm chuckle, trailing his fingers right into her hair as he leaned closer to her. She smiled and somewhere in his chest, his heart lifted at the sight. The second kiss was as soft as the first, but he was already glancing down her body again, wondering what it would take to entice her gown off of her. For a man who was used to being coupled with his wife quite often the last weeks had been some sort of foreign torment that he wasn't inclined to continue. "Would you, now? I would think you might become the very first suspect," Keikelius teased Circenia lightly, his dark gaze narrowing at the nip at his lip. That was a sign in and of itself that she was willing to play.
A cheshire smile slowly trailed his lips and he nestled closer as her arms wound around his neck. He shifted his body weight settling between her legs. Tentatively, both hands trailed from ankles to her thighs, guiding her dress upward with a practiced care he was quite used to. A low, rumbling laugh escaped him and he kissed her again, this time with passion behind it. Keikelius leaned her harder back into her pillow, breaking the kiss only so that he could let his lips wander against her jaw and then her neck.
"I like when you talk fire and mayhem," he taunted Circenia with a chuckle, sucking lightly on the spot between her neck and her jaw. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to get her attention. "Maybe I should just disappear for a week and let you strongarm everyone into serving you, princess…"
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Sometimes is amazed him at how easily he could subdue his wife. She had a temper that matched the worst of them, but it didn't often take much to calm Circenia. At least it didn't if Keikelius put forth the effort and played his cards right. His hand brushed her cheek when she pulled it against her skin and his dark eyes flitted slowly to her lips. She was speaking and he did the dutiful thing, listening instead of daydreaming about brushing his lips against hers to silence her. There had been enough talking in the last few days. Enough talking and yelling and flaring tempers. The tension had only become more pronounced with the death of the King.
Keikelius had stood to the side, his lack of title no longer dictating that he was allowed to walk in the procession. But he had watched his wife walk the path of the funeral along with various close friends of the King. He had stared almost bitterly at the newly minted Aimias of Argyris' back and then Takis of Argyris and his pretty little daughter until they were out of sight. He had waited for Circenia to round back before he took her arm in his and lead her silently home.
The tension had been palpable. But now, here, she was calm. Circenia was watching his face and touching him, something she would have avoided in the days before. Everything would be fine. He had to keep reminding himself of that as well. They would figure everything out together just as they always had. Because at the end of the day, they were in this entire situation together and they would come out of it together.
"I am always right," Keikelius noted with a warm chuckle, trailing his fingers right into her hair as he leaned closer to her. She smiled and somewhere in his chest, his heart lifted at the sight. The second kiss was as soft as the first, but he was already glancing down her body again, wondering what it would take to entice her gown off of her. For a man who was used to being coupled with his wife quite often the last weeks had been some sort of foreign torment that he wasn't inclined to continue. "Would you, now? I would think you might become the very first suspect," Keikelius teased Circenia lightly, his dark gaze narrowing at the nip at his lip. That was a sign in and of itself that she was willing to play.
A cheshire smile slowly trailed his lips and he nestled closer as her arms wound around his neck. He shifted his body weight settling between her legs. Tentatively, both hands trailed from ankles to her thighs, guiding her dress upward with a practiced care he was quite used to. A low, rumbling laugh escaped him and he kissed her again, this time with passion behind it. Keikelius leaned her harder back into her pillow, breaking the kiss only so that he could let his lips wander against her jaw and then her neck.
"I like when you talk fire and mayhem," he taunted Circenia with a chuckle, sucking lightly on the spot between her neck and her jaw. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to get her attention. "Maybe I should just disappear for a week and let you strongarm everyone into serving you, princess…"
Sometimes is amazed him at how easily he could subdue his wife. She had a temper that matched the worst of them, but it didn't often take much to calm Circenia. At least it didn't if Keikelius put forth the effort and played his cards right. His hand brushed her cheek when she pulled it against her skin and his dark eyes flitted slowly to her lips. She was speaking and he did the dutiful thing, listening instead of daydreaming about brushing his lips against hers to silence her. There had been enough talking in the last few days. Enough talking and yelling and flaring tempers. The tension had only become more pronounced with the death of the King.
Keikelius had stood to the side, his lack of title no longer dictating that he was allowed to walk in the procession. But he had watched his wife walk the path of the funeral along with various close friends of the King. He had stared almost bitterly at the newly minted Aimias of Argyris' back and then Takis of Argyris and his pretty little daughter until they were out of sight. He had waited for Circenia to round back before he took her arm in his and lead her silently home.
The tension had been palpable. But now, here, she was calm. Circenia was watching his face and touching him, something she would have avoided in the days before. Everything would be fine. He had to keep reminding himself of that as well. They would figure everything out together just as they always had. Because at the end of the day, they were in this entire situation together and they would come out of it together.
"I am always right," Keikelius noted with a warm chuckle, trailing his fingers right into her hair as he leaned closer to her. She smiled and somewhere in his chest, his heart lifted at the sight. The second kiss was as soft as the first, but he was already glancing down her body again, wondering what it would take to entice her gown off of her. For a man who was used to being coupled with his wife quite often the last weeks had been some sort of foreign torment that he wasn't inclined to continue. "Would you, now? I would think you might become the very first suspect," Keikelius teased Circenia lightly, his dark gaze narrowing at the nip at his lip. That was a sign in and of itself that she was willing to play.
A cheshire smile slowly trailed his lips and he nestled closer as her arms wound around his neck. He shifted his body weight settling between her legs. Tentatively, both hands trailed from ankles to her thighs, guiding her dress upward with a practiced care he was quite used to. A low, rumbling laugh escaped him and he kissed her again, this time with passion behind it. Keikelius leaned her harder back into her pillow, breaking the kiss only so that he could let his lips wander against her jaw and then her neck.
"I like when you talk fire and mayhem," he taunted Circenia with a chuckle, sucking lightly on the spot between her neck and her jaw. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to get her attention. "Maybe I should just disappear for a week and let you strongarm everyone into serving you, princess…"
There was no one in the world who could subdue her like Keikelius could; not even her beloved brother had been able to do it with the quick efficiency that her husband did. It was a wonder how just a few brushes of his hand and soothing words in that calm, rumbling voice she so adored could quell the rage of her emotions and bring her from furious to amorous in a matter of minutes. Granted, it had been weeks since the initial outrage; had he tried the same tact at the beginning, Circenia would have been immune. But after so much time of being at odds, she was ready for the tension to break. They needed each other. They always had.
“Always right is a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” she retorted with a laugh, watching with a smirk as his eyes wandered down her body. It wasn’t hard to figure out exactly where his mind had headed, her own only too eager to follow in the same direction. “Maybe half the time…”
Circenia raised a brow with her taunt, her smirk deepening. They both knew how much she loved to tease her husband, just as much as they both knew how much he loved it. There were few who would dare to speak to him so flippantly, but none knew him as she did. She doubted there was much of anything she could say to him that he wouldn’t forgive.
There was a catch in her breath when his fingers slowly began to divest her of her night gown, one hand even reaching down to assist him. One by one, the ties were undone and the garment was sliding from her body to pool on the floor. “The first suspect, maybe, but not the last one,” she murmured in a husky voice before his lips captured hers, a soft rumble of pleasure vibrating in the back of her throat. “Or do you really doubt me so much, dear husband?” Her question was more groan than word at that point, the play of his mouth against her throat making it increasingly hard for her to articulate much of anything. “If you’d like, I can prove it…”
It was a strange kind of foreplay between them, this exchange of taunts and barbs, but then again, they weren’t exactly what one might call a “normal” couple. On the surface, they seemed an odd pairing, with Keikelius’s demeanor as cold as the ice-capped mount of Olympus and Circenia’s as fiery as the forge of Hephaestus. But it hadn’t taken them long to discover just how well-suited they truly were, both cunning and ambitious in their own respective ways. Even all these years later, their spark still blazed just as brightly as it always had, and tonight, with their volley of playful threats and teasing jests, it burned as fiercely as ever.
His next suggestion had her laughing all over again, tangling her fingers in his hair as his mouth sucked at the tender flesh of her neck. “Good luck getting them all back from me when you return, then,” she replied in a husky voice, her free hand busily working to rid him of his own nightclothes. “I should think that you of all people would know what’s mine is mine,” she accentuated this assertion with another kiss, pulling his face back to hers and lightly teasing her tongue between his lips. Her mouth brushed against his as she added in a low voice, “And will always remain that way.”
Long nails roamed down the skin she exposed, leaving quickly fading lines in their wake. Feather-light, her lips and tongue traced a trail along his jaw to his ear, pulling the lobe between her teeth. Her murmur was hardly more than a warm breath in his ear when she asked, “But do you really think you could stand to leave me for a week, anyhow?”
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There was no one in the world who could subdue her like Keikelius could; not even her beloved brother had been able to do it with the quick efficiency that her husband did. It was a wonder how just a few brushes of his hand and soothing words in that calm, rumbling voice she so adored could quell the rage of her emotions and bring her from furious to amorous in a matter of minutes. Granted, it had been weeks since the initial outrage; had he tried the same tact at the beginning, Circenia would have been immune. But after so much time of being at odds, she was ready for the tension to break. They needed each other. They always had.
“Always right is a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” she retorted with a laugh, watching with a smirk as his eyes wandered down her body. It wasn’t hard to figure out exactly where his mind had headed, her own only too eager to follow in the same direction. “Maybe half the time…”
Circenia raised a brow with her taunt, her smirk deepening. They both knew how much she loved to tease her husband, just as much as they both knew how much he loved it. There were few who would dare to speak to him so flippantly, but none knew him as she did. She doubted there was much of anything she could say to him that he wouldn’t forgive.
There was a catch in her breath when his fingers slowly began to divest her of her night gown, one hand even reaching down to assist him. One by one, the ties were undone and the garment was sliding from her body to pool on the floor. “The first suspect, maybe, but not the last one,” she murmured in a husky voice before his lips captured hers, a soft rumble of pleasure vibrating in the back of her throat. “Or do you really doubt me so much, dear husband?” Her question was more groan than word at that point, the play of his mouth against her throat making it increasingly hard for her to articulate much of anything. “If you’d like, I can prove it…”
It was a strange kind of foreplay between them, this exchange of taunts and barbs, but then again, they weren’t exactly what one might call a “normal” couple. On the surface, they seemed an odd pairing, with Keikelius’s demeanor as cold as the ice-capped mount of Olympus and Circenia’s as fiery as the forge of Hephaestus. But it hadn’t taken them long to discover just how well-suited they truly were, both cunning and ambitious in their own respective ways. Even all these years later, their spark still blazed just as brightly as it always had, and tonight, with their volley of playful threats and teasing jests, it burned as fiercely as ever.
His next suggestion had her laughing all over again, tangling her fingers in his hair as his mouth sucked at the tender flesh of her neck. “Good luck getting them all back from me when you return, then,” she replied in a husky voice, her free hand busily working to rid him of his own nightclothes. “I should think that you of all people would know what’s mine is mine,” she accentuated this assertion with another kiss, pulling his face back to hers and lightly teasing her tongue between his lips. Her mouth brushed against his as she added in a low voice, “And will always remain that way.”
Long nails roamed down the skin she exposed, leaving quickly fading lines in their wake. Feather-light, her lips and tongue traced a trail along his jaw to his ear, pulling the lobe between her teeth. Her murmur was hardly more than a warm breath in his ear when she asked, “But do you really think you could stand to leave me for a week, anyhow?”
There was no one in the world who could subdue her like Keikelius could; not even her beloved brother had been able to do it with the quick efficiency that her husband did. It was a wonder how just a few brushes of his hand and soothing words in that calm, rumbling voice she so adored could quell the rage of her emotions and bring her from furious to amorous in a matter of minutes. Granted, it had been weeks since the initial outrage; had he tried the same tact at the beginning, Circenia would have been immune. But after so much time of being at odds, she was ready for the tension to break. They needed each other. They always had.
“Always right is a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” she retorted with a laugh, watching with a smirk as his eyes wandered down her body. It wasn’t hard to figure out exactly where his mind had headed, her own only too eager to follow in the same direction. “Maybe half the time…”
Circenia raised a brow with her taunt, her smirk deepening. They both knew how much she loved to tease her husband, just as much as they both knew how much he loved it. There were few who would dare to speak to him so flippantly, but none knew him as she did. She doubted there was much of anything she could say to him that he wouldn’t forgive.
There was a catch in her breath when his fingers slowly began to divest her of her night gown, one hand even reaching down to assist him. One by one, the ties were undone and the garment was sliding from her body to pool on the floor. “The first suspect, maybe, but not the last one,” she murmured in a husky voice before his lips captured hers, a soft rumble of pleasure vibrating in the back of her throat. “Or do you really doubt me so much, dear husband?” Her question was more groan than word at that point, the play of his mouth against her throat making it increasingly hard for her to articulate much of anything. “If you’d like, I can prove it…”
It was a strange kind of foreplay between them, this exchange of taunts and barbs, but then again, they weren’t exactly what one might call a “normal” couple. On the surface, they seemed an odd pairing, with Keikelius’s demeanor as cold as the ice-capped mount of Olympus and Circenia’s as fiery as the forge of Hephaestus. But it hadn’t taken them long to discover just how well-suited they truly were, both cunning and ambitious in their own respective ways. Even all these years later, their spark still blazed just as brightly as it always had, and tonight, with their volley of playful threats and teasing jests, it burned as fiercely as ever.
His next suggestion had her laughing all over again, tangling her fingers in his hair as his mouth sucked at the tender flesh of her neck. “Good luck getting them all back from me when you return, then,” she replied in a husky voice, her free hand busily working to rid him of his own nightclothes. “I should think that you of all people would know what’s mine is mine,” she accentuated this assertion with another kiss, pulling his face back to hers and lightly teasing her tongue between his lips. Her mouth brushed against his as she added in a low voice, “And will always remain that way.”
Long nails roamed down the skin she exposed, leaving quickly fading lines in their wake. Feather-light, her lips and tongue traced a trail along his jaw to his ear, pulling the lobe between her teeth. Her murmur was hardly more than a warm breath in his ear when she asked, “But do you really think you could stand to leave me for a week, anyhow?”
Yes, she was willing to play. Yes, her husband did find himself absolutely delighted at the prospect. Watching her gown slip off her and onto the floor was an entirely distracting moment as Keikelius then found himself gazing slowly along her body. The body that had given him three beautiful children and millions of moments of pleasure and contentment over the years. It was hard not to be completely enamoured with how she looked underneath him.
A lesser man would say that was where she beloged. Beneath him. But that wasn't Keikelius' style. In his mind, the women in his life were the smartest individuals he knew. Even when pitted against himself, Keikelius was very aware that his daughters and his wife would often, if not always, come out on top. Which was exactly where Keikelius wanted them to be. Above everyone else. With more power and respect than anyone else.
Keikelius valued the power that Circenia brought to their relationship and the court. Years ago, suitors had been lining up for the chance to offer their hand in marriage, but it was Keikelius who cameout on top. A family with little name to speak of had become royalty in the span of only a ceremony. It always made Keikelius smile when he thought about it.
"I rather enjoy my head attached to my body, dear Circenia," Keikelius quipped back at his wife, seeming to debate what to do with his hands first. His fingertips grazed her arms then her shoulders, along her collarbone, down along the valley of her breasts... only for him to trail feather-light touch down along her abdomen. Her fingers worked his night clothes off and he tossed his aside as well, smirking to himself as he considered the beautiful woman under him. "Though I do appreciate the offer," the man purred, catching her lips again, his tongue brushing hers lightly.
"Such a greedy lady of the court," Keikelius reprimanded gently, groaning slightly, his breath hissing through his teeth at the feeling of nails against his skin. The effect was dizzying and Keikelius found that he needed a reminder to pace himself. He could not move too fast or he could spoil the fun for the both of them. But move too slow? She would grow frustrated an impatient with him. He knew. Any time he went the slightest bit too slow for her mood, he heard about it.
Regarding her silently, his eyes closing when she nipped at his ear lobe. About this moment, he chuckled at her words, glancing down to watch how he let his fingers wander lower. Lower and lower until they dipped between her legs, circling the tiny bundle of nerves there. Turning his head, Keikelius caught her in a sharp kiss, putting more of his weight into it to make sure that his wife had to lean back. To make sure that she would yield so that he could slip two fingers into her core. Which he did until he was able to rest his palm against her body.
Breaking the kiss, he almost grinned, refusing to give her the satisfaction of him moving his hand just yet. "I think its the other way around," he pointed out, "Do you think you could stand to leave me for a week, princess?" he purred down at her.
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Yes, she was willing to play. Yes, her husband did find himself absolutely delighted at the prospect. Watching her gown slip off her and onto the floor was an entirely distracting moment as Keikelius then found himself gazing slowly along her body. The body that had given him three beautiful children and millions of moments of pleasure and contentment over the years. It was hard not to be completely enamoured with how she looked underneath him.
A lesser man would say that was where she beloged. Beneath him. But that wasn't Keikelius' style. In his mind, the women in his life were the smartest individuals he knew. Even when pitted against himself, Keikelius was very aware that his daughters and his wife would often, if not always, come out on top. Which was exactly where Keikelius wanted them to be. Above everyone else. With more power and respect than anyone else.
Keikelius valued the power that Circenia brought to their relationship and the court. Years ago, suitors had been lining up for the chance to offer their hand in marriage, but it was Keikelius who cameout on top. A family with little name to speak of had become royalty in the span of only a ceremony. It always made Keikelius smile when he thought about it.
"I rather enjoy my head attached to my body, dear Circenia," Keikelius quipped back at his wife, seeming to debate what to do with his hands first. His fingertips grazed her arms then her shoulders, along her collarbone, down along the valley of her breasts... only for him to trail feather-light touch down along her abdomen. Her fingers worked his night clothes off and he tossed his aside as well, smirking to himself as he considered the beautiful woman under him. "Though I do appreciate the offer," the man purred, catching her lips again, his tongue brushing hers lightly.
"Such a greedy lady of the court," Keikelius reprimanded gently, groaning slightly, his breath hissing through his teeth at the feeling of nails against his skin. The effect was dizzying and Keikelius found that he needed a reminder to pace himself. He could not move too fast or he could spoil the fun for the both of them. But move too slow? She would grow frustrated an impatient with him. He knew. Any time he went the slightest bit too slow for her mood, he heard about it.
Regarding her silently, his eyes closing when she nipped at his ear lobe. About this moment, he chuckled at her words, glancing down to watch how he let his fingers wander lower. Lower and lower until they dipped between her legs, circling the tiny bundle of nerves there. Turning his head, Keikelius caught her in a sharp kiss, putting more of his weight into it to make sure that his wife had to lean back. To make sure that she would yield so that he could slip two fingers into her core. Which he did until he was able to rest his palm against her body.
Breaking the kiss, he almost grinned, refusing to give her the satisfaction of him moving his hand just yet. "I think its the other way around," he pointed out, "Do you think you could stand to leave me for a week, princess?" he purred down at her.
Yes, she was willing to play. Yes, her husband did find himself absolutely delighted at the prospect. Watching her gown slip off her and onto the floor was an entirely distracting moment as Keikelius then found himself gazing slowly along her body. The body that had given him three beautiful children and millions of moments of pleasure and contentment over the years. It was hard not to be completely enamoured with how she looked underneath him.
A lesser man would say that was where she beloged. Beneath him. But that wasn't Keikelius' style. In his mind, the women in his life were the smartest individuals he knew. Even when pitted against himself, Keikelius was very aware that his daughters and his wife would often, if not always, come out on top. Which was exactly where Keikelius wanted them to be. Above everyone else. With more power and respect than anyone else.
Keikelius valued the power that Circenia brought to their relationship and the court. Years ago, suitors had been lining up for the chance to offer their hand in marriage, but it was Keikelius who cameout on top. A family with little name to speak of had become royalty in the span of only a ceremony. It always made Keikelius smile when he thought about it.
"I rather enjoy my head attached to my body, dear Circenia," Keikelius quipped back at his wife, seeming to debate what to do with his hands first. His fingertips grazed her arms then her shoulders, along her collarbone, down along the valley of her breasts... only for him to trail feather-light touch down along her abdomen. Her fingers worked his night clothes off and he tossed his aside as well, smirking to himself as he considered the beautiful woman under him. "Though I do appreciate the offer," the man purred, catching her lips again, his tongue brushing hers lightly.
"Such a greedy lady of the court," Keikelius reprimanded gently, groaning slightly, his breath hissing through his teeth at the feeling of nails against his skin. The effect was dizzying and Keikelius found that he needed a reminder to pace himself. He could not move too fast or he could spoil the fun for the both of them. But move too slow? She would grow frustrated an impatient with him. He knew. Any time he went the slightest bit too slow for her mood, he heard about it.
Regarding her silently, his eyes closing when she nipped at his ear lobe. About this moment, he chuckled at her words, glancing down to watch how he let his fingers wander lower. Lower and lower until they dipped between her legs, circling the tiny bundle of nerves there. Turning his head, Keikelius caught her in a sharp kiss, putting more of his weight into it to make sure that his wife had to lean back. To make sure that she would yield so that he could slip two fingers into her core. Which he did until he was able to rest his palm against her body.
Breaking the kiss, he almost grinned, refusing to give her the satisfaction of him moving his hand just yet. "I think its the other way around," he pointed out, "Do you think you could stand to leave me for a week, princess?" he purred down at her.
Shivers followed in the wake of his fingers, gooseflesh raising along the skin he touched. Luckily for her husband, Circenia was in no rush, all too willing to indulge in the nocturnal activities she'd been deprived of for too many nights. She needed this as much as he did, and she intended to luxuriate in every last second of his attentions.
That kiss had her gasping, his body pressing hers to the bed with a demand that she was helpless to refuse. Not that she wanted to. Circenia was hardly a submissive woman by any means, but she was happy to let Keikelius take control in their bedchamber, at least for a time. Should he keep teasing her, however... he might soon lose the privilege.
"So cruel to me," her groan bordered on a whimper, his fingers sheathed but unmoving in the velvety depths of her center. Her back arched, hips moving in subtle encouragement of further attention while he remained steadfastly still above her.
Her breath hissed between her teeth, doing her best not to writhe beneath him. "We both know I'd go mad in just two days without you," she murmured in response to his taunt. "Even if you try to act like you wouldn't do the same."
Though her lips complained, her eyes did the opposite, smoldering up at the man hovering over her. How was it that he could tantalize her so easily, make her succumb with hardly more than a few purrs and strokes of her skin? He knew her too well, her handsome lord, her ruthless lover. Even after so many nights together, so many sleepless evenings beneath the sheets, he could still stir her with hardly more than a single gesture. It was maddening, it was infuriating, but most of all... it was pure bliss. She'd have it no other way.
"Don't make me beg," she warned with a cock of her brow and a mischievous glint in her crystalline eye. "You know I won't."
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Shivers followed in the wake of his fingers, gooseflesh raising along the skin he touched. Luckily for her husband, Circenia was in no rush, all too willing to indulge in the nocturnal activities she'd been deprived of for too many nights. She needed this as much as he did, and she intended to luxuriate in every last second of his attentions.
That kiss had her gasping, his body pressing hers to the bed with a demand that she was helpless to refuse. Not that she wanted to. Circenia was hardly a submissive woman by any means, but she was happy to let Keikelius take control in their bedchamber, at least for a time. Should he keep teasing her, however... he might soon lose the privilege.
"So cruel to me," her groan bordered on a whimper, his fingers sheathed but unmoving in the velvety depths of her center. Her back arched, hips moving in subtle encouragement of further attention while he remained steadfastly still above her.
Her breath hissed between her teeth, doing her best not to writhe beneath him. "We both know I'd go mad in just two days without you," she murmured in response to his taunt. "Even if you try to act like you wouldn't do the same."
Though her lips complained, her eyes did the opposite, smoldering up at the man hovering over her. How was it that he could tantalize her so easily, make her succumb with hardly more than a few purrs and strokes of her skin? He knew her too well, her handsome lord, her ruthless lover. Even after so many nights together, so many sleepless evenings beneath the sheets, he could still stir her with hardly more than a single gesture. It was maddening, it was infuriating, but most of all... it was pure bliss. She'd have it no other way.
"Don't make me beg," she warned with a cock of her brow and a mischievous glint in her crystalline eye. "You know I won't."
Shivers followed in the wake of his fingers, gooseflesh raising along the skin he touched. Luckily for her husband, Circenia was in no rush, all too willing to indulge in the nocturnal activities she'd been deprived of for too many nights. She needed this as much as he did, and she intended to luxuriate in every last second of his attentions.
That kiss had her gasping, his body pressing hers to the bed with a demand that she was helpless to refuse. Not that she wanted to. Circenia was hardly a submissive woman by any means, but she was happy to let Keikelius take control in their bedchamber, at least for a time. Should he keep teasing her, however... he might soon lose the privilege.
"So cruel to me," her groan bordered on a whimper, his fingers sheathed but unmoving in the velvety depths of her center. Her back arched, hips moving in subtle encouragement of further attention while he remained steadfastly still above her.
Her breath hissed between her teeth, doing her best not to writhe beneath him. "We both know I'd go mad in just two days without you," she murmured in response to his taunt. "Even if you try to act like you wouldn't do the same."
Though her lips complained, her eyes did the opposite, smoldering up at the man hovering over her. How was it that he could tantalize her so easily, make her succumb with hardly more than a few purrs and strokes of her skin? He knew her too well, her handsome lord, her ruthless lover. Even after so many nights together, so many sleepless evenings beneath the sheets, he could still stir her with hardly more than a single gesture. It was maddening, it was infuriating, but most of all... it was pure bliss. She'd have it no other way.
"Don't make me beg," she warned with a cock of her brow and a mischievous glint in her crystalline eye. "You know I won't."
It was the beautiful arching of Circenia's back that turned him on so completely. His dark eyes devoured her, drinking in her appearance. The pleasure that smoldered in her eyes despite soft protests that what he was doing to her was unfair. He didn't give a damn if it was unfair. She felt luxurious around his fingers and he had every intention of making her cum on his hand before ever introducing her to his cock.
It was only polite, after all. To ensure that she was good and ready to take him in his entirety. To ensure that she was so slick and warm around him that he might, unfortunately, nearly lose it the moment he sunk himself into her depths. He liked the danger of it. The challenge of trying to assess whether his wife would make him utterly weak in the first few seconds or whether he would get to drive her sharply toward a second climax on the very heels of the first.
The lord Stravos had never been a sexual man when he was younger. In fact, he had had little interest in sex altogether. It had been a means to an end if he had participated at all. Keikelius hadn't liked whores, not had he made it his mission to bed any of the noble ladies at court. He had seduced a few servants in his youth but none of them were important now. In fact, he couldn't even remember their names. It was Circenia that had stirred that wild, needing part of him. The part of him that oft could not get enough of his wife and had him bending her over whatever table or chair or general surface he could find in a heated moment of passion.
The man's fingers arched gently in her core, dragging slowly against her inner walls, grazing spots so deep and sensitive that he had long memorized where they were just by watching the expression on her face. Leaning more over Circenia, Keikelius shifted his legs so that he pushed her thighs further apart. Settled on his knees, he let her drape her thighs over his, opening her body more for his relentless assault of her core. His chest brushing hers, his gaze wandering back down her body to bear witness to the slick, thrusting motion of his hands, Keikelius smirked.
He allowed his lips to brush hers once before he trailed them along her jaw and to her ear. Trailing his teeth just under her earlobe, he whispered sweetly against her skin. "I don't desire you to beg. I only desire to feel you clench around my fingers, wife," Keikelius purred deeply, his thumb brushing delicately against the tiny nub between her legs in that moment. "Maybe then some begging would be delightful. Otherwise I would not be opposed to taking care of myself later," he warned, his lips at her jaw as he trailed back to her lips.
"There is nothing more attractive than a princess that says 'please' and 'thank you'," Keikelius hummed, his lips brushing back against hers, his tongue dipping into her mouth. Without warning, he picked up speed with his hand, thrusting his fingers relentlessly in an effort to drive her mad in the moment.
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It was the beautiful arching of Circenia's back that turned him on so completely. His dark eyes devoured her, drinking in her appearance. The pleasure that smoldered in her eyes despite soft protests that what he was doing to her was unfair. He didn't give a damn if it was unfair. She felt luxurious around his fingers and he had every intention of making her cum on his hand before ever introducing her to his cock.
It was only polite, after all. To ensure that she was good and ready to take him in his entirety. To ensure that she was so slick and warm around him that he might, unfortunately, nearly lose it the moment he sunk himself into her depths. He liked the danger of it. The challenge of trying to assess whether his wife would make him utterly weak in the first few seconds or whether he would get to drive her sharply toward a second climax on the very heels of the first.
The lord Stravos had never been a sexual man when he was younger. In fact, he had had little interest in sex altogether. It had been a means to an end if he had participated at all. Keikelius hadn't liked whores, not had he made it his mission to bed any of the noble ladies at court. He had seduced a few servants in his youth but none of them were important now. In fact, he couldn't even remember their names. It was Circenia that had stirred that wild, needing part of him. The part of him that oft could not get enough of his wife and had him bending her over whatever table or chair or general surface he could find in a heated moment of passion.
The man's fingers arched gently in her core, dragging slowly against her inner walls, grazing spots so deep and sensitive that he had long memorized where they were just by watching the expression on her face. Leaning more over Circenia, Keikelius shifted his legs so that he pushed her thighs further apart. Settled on his knees, he let her drape her thighs over his, opening her body more for his relentless assault of her core. His chest brushing hers, his gaze wandering back down her body to bear witness to the slick, thrusting motion of his hands, Keikelius smirked.
He allowed his lips to brush hers once before he trailed them along her jaw and to her ear. Trailing his teeth just under her earlobe, he whispered sweetly against her skin. "I don't desire you to beg. I only desire to feel you clench around my fingers, wife," Keikelius purred deeply, his thumb brushing delicately against the tiny nub between her legs in that moment. "Maybe then some begging would be delightful. Otherwise I would not be opposed to taking care of myself later," he warned, his lips at her jaw as he trailed back to her lips.
"There is nothing more attractive than a princess that says 'please' and 'thank you'," Keikelius hummed, his lips brushing back against hers, his tongue dipping into her mouth. Without warning, he picked up speed with his hand, thrusting his fingers relentlessly in an effort to drive her mad in the moment.
It was the beautiful arching of Circenia's back that turned him on so completely. His dark eyes devoured her, drinking in her appearance. The pleasure that smoldered in her eyes despite soft protests that what he was doing to her was unfair. He didn't give a damn if it was unfair. She felt luxurious around his fingers and he had every intention of making her cum on his hand before ever introducing her to his cock.
It was only polite, after all. To ensure that she was good and ready to take him in his entirety. To ensure that she was so slick and warm around him that he might, unfortunately, nearly lose it the moment he sunk himself into her depths. He liked the danger of it. The challenge of trying to assess whether his wife would make him utterly weak in the first few seconds or whether he would get to drive her sharply toward a second climax on the very heels of the first.
The lord Stravos had never been a sexual man when he was younger. In fact, he had had little interest in sex altogether. It had been a means to an end if he had participated at all. Keikelius hadn't liked whores, not had he made it his mission to bed any of the noble ladies at court. He had seduced a few servants in his youth but none of them were important now. In fact, he couldn't even remember their names. It was Circenia that had stirred that wild, needing part of him. The part of him that oft could not get enough of his wife and had him bending her over whatever table or chair or general surface he could find in a heated moment of passion.
The man's fingers arched gently in her core, dragging slowly against her inner walls, grazing spots so deep and sensitive that he had long memorized where they were just by watching the expression on her face. Leaning more over Circenia, Keikelius shifted his legs so that he pushed her thighs further apart. Settled on his knees, he let her drape her thighs over his, opening her body more for his relentless assault of her core. His chest brushing hers, his gaze wandering back down her body to bear witness to the slick, thrusting motion of his hands, Keikelius smirked.
He allowed his lips to brush hers once before he trailed them along her jaw and to her ear. Trailing his teeth just under her earlobe, he whispered sweetly against her skin. "I don't desire you to beg. I only desire to feel you clench around my fingers, wife," Keikelius purred deeply, his thumb brushing delicately against the tiny nub between her legs in that moment. "Maybe then some begging would be delightful. Otherwise I would not be opposed to taking care of myself later," he warned, his lips at her jaw as he trailed back to her lips.
"There is nothing more attractive than a princess that says 'please' and 'thank you'," Keikelius hummed, his lips brushing back against hers, his tongue dipping into her mouth. Without warning, he picked up speed with his hand, thrusting his fingers relentlessly in an effort to drive her mad in the moment.
By contrast, Circenia had always been a woman with a healthy appetite. For food, for wine, for sex… whatever she could indulge herself in, she did. And she had always revelled in the power she held to take what she wanted. But after the first time she lay with Keikelius… she knew no other man could sate her again. She never wanted them to.
It was almost instinctual, the way he drove her wild with but a few touches and heated murmurs. Perhaps it was something primal in him, some power he possessed that other men did not. Or perhaps it was just how deeply she loved him, the owner of her heart, the father of her children. But either way, she would bask in it, her core tightening around his fingers as his breath whispered across her ear.
“Oh? You would take care of yourself when your wife is laid out like a feast before you?” Circenia replied softly with a smirk. Biting her lip, she teased, “Seems to me that’d be more of a punishment for you than it would for me…”
Her taunts turned to moans as his fingers drove into her, toes curling and eyes rolling back in bliss. Each thrust of his hand brought a gasp to her lips, her hand sinking into his hair as his mouth caught hers again. Her kiss was deep, passionate, punctuated by ragged exhales while her body shook with pleasure. She prayed he would never stop.
It wouldn’t take long before she was hovering on the edge, her body slick with sweat and taut with need. The walls of her core were slowly clenching and unclenching around his fingers, one of her legs reaching to curl up behind his and pull him in closer. Breaking from their kiss, her teeth sunk into his shoulder to muffle the long groan that forced its way past her lips. Her free hand trailed down his body until she found the hardness bumping her thigh, curling around it as a heated gaze locked with his. There was a wordless demand there, her thumb brushing over the silken skin of his head. It was obvious what she wanted. And that she wasn’t going to wait much longer for it.
Encircling his shaft, her hand began its own rhythm, a bit more erratic than what his was doing to her. She could play his game, too. However, she couldn’t play it long… one particular movement of his hand made her weak, losing her clutch and shifting her grip to his hip with a shudder. Two more thrusts and Circenia was utterly done for, her head tilting back as she dissolved into bliss with a cry that echoed off the wall behind them. Groaning his name, her nails sunk into his flesh, chest quaking with the force of her breath.
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By contrast, Circenia had always been a woman with a healthy appetite. For food, for wine, for sex… whatever she could indulge herself in, she did. And she had always revelled in the power she held to take what she wanted. But after the first time she lay with Keikelius… she knew no other man could sate her again. She never wanted them to.
It was almost instinctual, the way he drove her wild with but a few touches and heated murmurs. Perhaps it was something primal in him, some power he possessed that other men did not. Or perhaps it was just how deeply she loved him, the owner of her heart, the father of her children. But either way, she would bask in it, her core tightening around his fingers as his breath whispered across her ear.
“Oh? You would take care of yourself when your wife is laid out like a feast before you?” Circenia replied softly with a smirk. Biting her lip, she teased, “Seems to me that’d be more of a punishment for you than it would for me…”
Her taunts turned to moans as his fingers drove into her, toes curling and eyes rolling back in bliss. Each thrust of his hand brought a gasp to her lips, her hand sinking into his hair as his mouth caught hers again. Her kiss was deep, passionate, punctuated by ragged exhales while her body shook with pleasure. She prayed he would never stop.
It wouldn’t take long before she was hovering on the edge, her body slick with sweat and taut with need. The walls of her core were slowly clenching and unclenching around his fingers, one of her legs reaching to curl up behind his and pull him in closer. Breaking from their kiss, her teeth sunk into his shoulder to muffle the long groan that forced its way past her lips. Her free hand trailed down his body until she found the hardness bumping her thigh, curling around it as a heated gaze locked with his. There was a wordless demand there, her thumb brushing over the silken skin of his head. It was obvious what she wanted. And that she wasn’t going to wait much longer for it.
Encircling his shaft, her hand began its own rhythm, a bit more erratic than what his was doing to her. She could play his game, too. However, she couldn’t play it long… one particular movement of his hand made her weak, losing her clutch and shifting her grip to his hip with a shudder. Two more thrusts and Circenia was utterly done for, her head tilting back as she dissolved into bliss with a cry that echoed off the wall behind them. Groaning his name, her nails sunk into his flesh, chest quaking with the force of her breath.
By contrast, Circenia had always been a woman with a healthy appetite. For food, for wine, for sex… whatever she could indulge herself in, she did. And she had always revelled in the power she held to take what she wanted. But after the first time she lay with Keikelius… she knew no other man could sate her again. She never wanted them to.
It was almost instinctual, the way he drove her wild with but a few touches and heated murmurs. Perhaps it was something primal in him, some power he possessed that other men did not. Or perhaps it was just how deeply she loved him, the owner of her heart, the father of her children. But either way, she would bask in it, her core tightening around his fingers as his breath whispered across her ear.
“Oh? You would take care of yourself when your wife is laid out like a feast before you?” Circenia replied softly with a smirk. Biting her lip, she teased, “Seems to me that’d be more of a punishment for you than it would for me…”
Her taunts turned to moans as his fingers drove into her, toes curling and eyes rolling back in bliss. Each thrust of his hand brought a gasp to her lips, her hand sinking into his hair as his mouth caught hers again. Her kiss was deep, passionate, punctuated by ragged exhales while her body shook with pleasure. She prayed he would never stop.
It wouldn’t take long before she was hovering on the edge, her body slick with sweat and taut with need. The walls of her core were slowly clenching and unclenching around his fingers, one of her legs reaching to curl up behind his and pull him in closer. Breaking from their kiss, her teeth sunk into his shoulder to muffle the long groan that forced its way past her lips. Her free hand trailed down his body until she found the hardness bumping her thigh, curling around it as a heated gaze locked with his. There was a wordless demand there, her thumb brushing over the silken skin of his head. It was obvious what she wanted. And that she wasn’t going to wait much longer for it.
Encircling his shaft, her hand began its own rhythm, a bit more erratic than what his was doing to her. She could play his game, too. However, she couldn’t play it long… one particular movement of his hand made her weak, losing her clutch and shifting her grip to his hip with a shudder. Two more thrusts and Circenia was utterly done for, her head tilting back as she dissolved into bliss with a cry that echoed off the wall behind them. Groaning his name, her nails sunk into his flesh, chest quaking with the force of her breath.
He loved the way that she felt around his fingers, and the slight clenching of her walls around him was more enticing that he would let on. With his tongue dipping into her mouth, the man silently enjoyed the pleasured sounds his wife was making. His free hand seemed content to wander her body, to feel every inch of her skin under his fingers. With her hand in his hair, he couldn’t help but grin, more than pleased that he was still able to make her feel this way after being married for so long.
It enthralled him even more when she finished, nails trailing his skin, the sting of her bite still fresh on his shoulder. Keikelius lifted his other hand up to press against her mouth just in case she made too much noise and woke their children down the hall. While he usually had no qualms about working his wife until she was practically screaming his name, Keikelius often left such savage treatment of Circenia until he knew they were alone. Afternoon dalliances when the girls and their son were out of the manor had become a natural, easy expectation from one or the other.
The lord did his best to ignore her hand on his length, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to focus on everything but the warm softness of her fingers. Despite their desperate movements. Because he had won and she had finished before she had gotten what she really wanted. And honestly? Keikelius was intent on keeping it from her for as long as possible. It had been too long and he wasn't going to succumb to her until he was good and ready. Until she actually pleaded for him to fill her instead of playing with fire and setting her alight at every turn.
Leaning down the slightest bit, Keikelius removed his hand from over her mouth, brushing Circenia's lips with her own once, twice, three times before he trailed them down her chin and against her jaw. Against her neck, the spot between her neck and shoulder and then along her collarbone. Pausing, his gaze drifted the length of her body and he trailed both hands upward. One to gently toy with a soft breast and hardened nipple and the second so that he could taste her on his tongue. With his fingers in his own mouth, his gaze narrowed at her and a low hum escaped him.
"A delicacy," he purred easily at her, making it entirely clear that he had no intention whatsoever of giving in yet. Because his attention pulled away from her face and the taste of her on his tongue as he brushed his lips downward. Down to her sternum and then her left breast. Giving the peaked nipple a slow, gentle swirl and then a tiny nip, he found himself drifting further and further until he had slid down on the bed and placed himself right between her legs. Keikelius trailed both hands up one of her thighs, lifting it to rest against his shoulder. Lips trailing her ankle and then along her leg to her inner thigh, he let his gaze remain on her face as his teeth grazed delicate skin. "I think I'd rather enjoy the feast," Keikelius murmured with a devious smile on his lips.
"I won't yield until you beg, Circenia. I'm sure I'll break you before long."
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He loved the way that she felt around his fingers, and the slight clenching of her walls around him was more enticing that he would let on. With his tongue dipping into her mouth, the man silently enjoyed the pleasured sounds his wife was making. His free hand seemed content to wander her body, to feel every inch of her skin under his fingers. With her hand in his hair, he couldn’t help but grin, more than pleased that he was still able to make her feel this way after being married for so long.
It enthralled him even more when she finished, nails trailing his skin, the sting of her bite still fresh on his shoulder. Keikelius lifted his other hand up to press against her mouth just in case she made too much noise and woke their children down the hall. While he usually had no qualms about working his wife until she was practically screaming his name, Keikelius often left such savage treatment of Circenia until he knew they were alone. Afternoon dalliances when the girls and their son were out of the manor had become a natural, easy expectation from one or the other.
The lord did his best to ignore her hand on his length, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to focus on everything but the warm softness of her fingers. Despite their desperate movements. Because he had won and she had finished before she had gotten what she really wanted. And honestly? Keikelius was intent on keeping it from her for as long as possible. It had been too long and he wasn't going to succumb to her until he was good and ready. Until she actually pleaded for him to fill her instead of playing with fire and setting her alight at every turn.
Leaning down the slightest bit, Keikelius removed his hand from over her mouth, brushing Circenia's lips with her own once, twice, three times before he trailed them down her chin and against her jaw. Against her neck, the spot between her neck and shoulder and then along her collarbone. Pausing, his gaze drifted the length of her body and he trailed both hands upward. One to gently toy with a soft breast and hardened nipple and the second so that he could taste her on his tongue. With his fingers in his own mouth, his gaze narrowed at her and a low hum escaped him.
"A delicacy," he purred easily at her, making it entirely clear that he had no intention whatsoever of giving in yet. Because his attention pulled away from her face and the taste of her on his tongue as he brushed his lips downward. Down to her sternum and then her left breast. Giving the peaked nipple a slow, gentle swirl and then a tiny nip, he found himself drifting further and further until he had slid down on the bed and placed himself right between her legs. Keikelius trailed both hands up one of her thighs, lifting it to rest against his shoulder. Lips trailing her ankle and then along her leg to her inner thigh, he let his gaze remain on her face as his teeth grazed delicate skin. "I think I'd rather enjoy the feast," Keikelius murmured with a devious smile on his lips.
"I won't yield until you beg, Circenia. I'm sure I'll break you before long."
He loved the way that she felt around his fingers, and the slight clenching of her walls around him was more enticing that he would let on. With his tongue dipping into her mouth, the man silently enjoyed the pleasured sounds his wife was making. His free hand seemed content to wander her body, to feel every inch of her skin under his fingers. With her hand in his hair, he couldn’t help but grin, more than pleased that he was still able to make her feel this way after being married for so long.
It enthralled him even more when she finished, nails trailing his skin, the sting of her bite still fresh on his shoulder. Keikelius lifted his other hand up to press against her mouth just in case she made too much noise and woke their children down the hall. While he usually had no qualms about working his wife until she was practically screaming his name, Keikelius often left such savage treatment of Circenia until he knew they were alone. Afternoon dalliances when the girls and their son were out of the manor had become a natural, easy expectation from one or the other.
The lord did his best to ignore her hand on his length, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to focus on everything but the warm softness of her fingers. Despite their desperate movements. Because he had won and she had finished before she had gotten what she really wanted. And honestly? Keikelius was intent on keeping it from her for as long as possible. It had been too long and he wasn't going to succumb to her until he was good and ready. Until she actually pleaded for him to fill her instead of playing with fire and setting her alight at every turn.
Leaning down the slightest bit, Keikelius removed his hand from over her mouth, brushing Circenia's lips with her own once, twice, three times before he trailed them down her chin and against her jaw. Against her neck, the spot between her neck and shoulder and then along her collarbone. Pausing, his gaze drifted the length of her body and he trailed both hands upward. One to gently toy with a soft breast and hardened nipple and the second so that he could taste her on his tongue. With his fingers in his own mouth, his gaze narrowed at her and a low hum escaped him.
"A delicacy," he purred easily at her, making it entirely clear that he had no intention whatsoever of giving in yet. Because his attention pulled away from her face and the taste of her on his tongue as he brushed his lips downward. Down to her sternum and then her left breast. Giving the peaked nipple a slow, gentle swirl and then a tiny nip, he found himself drifting further and further until he had slid down on the bed and placed himself right between her legs. Keikelius trailed both hands up one of her thighs, lifting it to rest against his shoulder. Lips trailing her ankle and then along her leg to her inner thigh, he let his gaze remain on her face as his teeth grazed delicate skin. "I think I'd rather enjoy the feast," Keikelius murmured with a devious smile on his lips.
"I won't yield until you beg, Circenia. I'm sure I'll break you before long."
Circenia could feel the smug satisfaction rolling off Keikelius as she succumbed to his fingers, her body arched into his as waves of pleasure continued to ripple through her. His smirk made it clear that he wasn’t done with her yet and impatient as she may be, she couldn’t say she really minded. After all, what woman would not languish in such a man’s attention? A man prepared to bring her to the brink of ecstasy over and over again? Most wives couldn’t find themselves so lucky. The princess knew she’d struck gold when she wed Keikelius, and she knew it well. Throughout the years, he’d proved his worth to her more times and in more ways than she could ever count. His generosity in the bedchamber was only one good stroke of many, but it was a considerable one, at that.
Shivers followed in the wake of his hands and mouth, her fingers curling in the bedclothes beneath her. His touch burned and froze all at once, a cacophony of blissful pleasure that had her melting under his regard. Circenia’s clear gaze was searing as she watched him lick her taste off his fingers, her breath quickening when he started moving leisurely down her body. His strategic stops along the way had her blood rising again, her body eager and practically begging for more. It was all she could do not to simply take matters into her own hands with all his teasing, but she’d play his game a little longer. After all, it was a game they both won.
Her eyes never left Keikelius’s face as his lips and tongue started trailing up her leg, her breath hissing between her teeth at the nibble on her thigh. Oh, how she’d make sure he paid for his teasing later… how she’d make him groan and plead for more. “A princess never begs, my darling husband,” she informed him, the heat in her voice practically warming the air around them. They both knew that was a lie; how many nights (and mornings and afternoons) had she done that very thing?
“And she never breaks, either.” As if she wouldn’t break within the next ten minutes if she didn’t feel him sheathed between her thighs.
“I ought to make you beg for the privilege,” she told her husband in a husky murmur, reaching down to lightly run her fingers across the stubble on his cheek before they sank back into his hair with a gentle tug. “You said it yourself, I’m a delicacy. What makes you think you can just feast without asking, hmm?”
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Circenia could feel the smug satisfaction rolling off Keikelius as she succumbed to his fingers, her body arched into his as waves of pleasure continued to ripple through her. His smirk made it clear that he wasn’t done with her yet and impatient as she may be, she couldn’t say she really minded. After all, what woman would not languish in such a man’s attention? A man prepared to bring her to the brink of ecstasy over and over again? Most wives couldn’t find themselves so lucky. The princess knew she’d struck gold when she wed Keikelius, and she knew it well. Throughout the years, he’d proved his worth to her more times and in more ways than she could ever count. His generosity in the bedchamber was only one good stroke of many, but it was a considerable one, at that.
Shivers followed in the wake of his hands and mouth, her fingers curling in the bedclothes beneath her. His touch burned and froze all at once, a cacophony of blissful pleasure that had her melting under his regard. Circenia’s clear gaze was searing as she watched him lick her taste off his fingers, her breath quickening when he started moving leisurely down her body. His strategic stops along the way had her blood rising again, her body eager and practically begging for more. It was all she could do not to simply take matters into her own hands with all his teasing, but she’d play his game a little longer. After all, it was a game they both won.
Her eyes never left Keikelius’s face as his lips and tongue started trailing up her leg, her breath hissing between her teeth at the nibble on her thigh. Oh, how she’d make sure he paid for his teasing later… how she’d make him groan and plead for more. “A princess never begs, my darling husband,” she informed him, the heat in her voice practically warming the air around them. They both knew that was a lie; how many nights (and mornings and afternoons) had she done that very thing?
“And she never breaks, either.” As if she wouldn’t break within the next ten minutes if she didn’t feel him sheathed between her thighs.
“I ought to make you beg for the privilege,” she told her husband in a husky murmur, reaching down to lightly run her fingers across the stubble on his cheek before they sank back into his hair with a gentle tug. “You said it yourself, I’m a delicacy. What makes you think you can just feast without asking, hmm?”
Circenia could feel the smug satisfaction rolling off Keikelius as she succumbed to his fingers, her body arched into his as waves of pleasure continued to ripple through her. His smirk made it clear that he wasn’t done with her yet and impatient as she may be, she couldn’t say she really minded. After all, what woman would not languish in such a man’s attention? A man prepared to bring her to the brink of ecstasy over and over again? Most wives couldn’t find themselves so lucky. The princess knew she’d struck gold when she wed Keikelius, and she knew it well. Throughout the years, he’d proved his worth to her more times and in more ways than she could ever count. His generosity in the bedchamber was only one good stroke of many, but it was a considerable one, at that.
Shivers followed in the wake of his hands and mouth, her fingers curling in the bedclothes beneath her. His touch burned and froze all at once, a cacophony of blissful pleasure that had her melting under his regard. Circenia’s clear gaze was searing as she watched him lick her taste off his fingers, her breath quickening when he started moving leisurely down her body. His strategic stops along the way had her blood rising again, her body eager and practically begging for more. It was all she could do not to simply take matters into her own hands with all his teasing, but she’d play his game a little longer. After all, it was a game they both won.
Her eyes never left Keikelius’s face as his lips and tongue started trailing up her leg, her breath hissing between her teeth at the nibble on her thigh. Oh, how she’d make sure he paid for his teasing later… how she’d make him groan and plead for more. “A princess never begs, my darling husband,” she informed him, the heat in her voice practically warming the air around them. They both knew that was a lie; how many nights (and mornings and afternoons) had she done that very thing?
“And she never breaks, either.” As if she wouldn’t break within the next ten minutes if she didn’t feel him sheathed between her thighs.
“I ought to make you beg for the privilege,” she told her husband in a husky murmur, reaching down to lightly run her fingers across the stubble on his cheek before they sank back into his hair with a gentle tug. “You said it yourself, I’m a delicacy. What makes you think you can just feast without asking, hmm?”
This was one of his favorite pastimes. Whenever working grew to be a major strain or the world became stressful, Keikelius had the closeness and comforts of his wife to look forward to. Boredom, repressed rage, frustration, or just pure desire often lead to these moments.
Here and now, it was the strain that the King's death and the loss of their nobility that was fueling the much needed relief and release. At this moment, Circenia was no longer thinking of those things. Nor was Keikelius. In fact, none of that mess even existed in this moment. Between Circenia's legs was a world all its own and he was loathe to leave it too soon.
Taking another arduously long moment to lick and nip at her inner thigh, the man lifted dark eyes to his wife's face, amusement glinting there. He wasn't really inclined to answer her, rather liking his very clear position of power. She only helped solidify the feeling when her fingers slid across his cheek and then into his hair.
Dark eyes glinting in the dim light, the Stravos man damn near purred at her taunt at making him beg for what he wanted. Circenia could try but Keikelius was entirely sure that he would win without having to beg at all. Because he knew he could win at this game of resistance. Truthfully, Keikelius was happy to give her much of the power outside of the bedroom, but inside? Inside he liked to dominate. He wanted her to beg and plead and sigh his name like it was a prayer to the gods.
Honestly, Keikelius was sure that Aphrodite would be quite proud of the feats he had accomplished with his wife.
"I don't need to beg when you've given me the privilege many times before," the man murmured back up at her, dipping his head lower even when she tugged at his hair. His tongue had just dipped against the tender nub between her legs when she accosted him about asking first. A greying eyebrow lifted and he just barely lifted his head so that he could speak, keenly aware that she tasted divine and he was missing out on the heat already so close to his lips.
"Do you want me to ask?" Keikelius mused as he leaned in once more, working her clit with his tongue as he watched her face with carnal interest. Pulling back for just a moment, his thumb working her gently when he parted, "Do you really want me to ask? You can be honest. I won't be insulted," he understood her to be teasing. If she had truly wanted him to ask, she would not have allowed him to keep tormenting her.
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This was one of his favorite pastimes. Whenever working grew to be a major strain or the world became stressful, Keikelius had the closeness and comforts of his wife to look forward to. Boredom, repressed rage, frustration, or just pure desire often lead to these moments.
Here and now, it was the strain that the King's death and the loss of their nobility that was fueling the much needed relief and release. At this moment, Circenia was no longer thinking of those things. Nor was Keikelius. In fact, none of that mess even existed in this moment. Between Circenia's legs was a world all its own and he was loathe to leave it too soon.
Taking another arduously long moment to lick and nip at her inner thigh, the man lifted dark eyes to his wife's face, amusement glinting there. He wasn't really inclined to answer her, rather liking his very clear position of power. She only helped solidify the feeling when her fingers slid across his cheek and then into his hair.
Dark eyes glinting in the dim light, the Stravos man damn near purred at her taunt at making him beg for what he wanted. Circenia could try but Keikelius was entirely sure that he would win without having to beg at all. Because he knew he could win at this game of resistance. Truthfully, Keikelius was happy to give her much of the power outside of the bedroom, but inside? Inside he liked to dominate. He wanted her to beg and plead and sigh his name like it was a prayer to the gods.
Honestly, Keikelius was sure that Aphrodite would be quite proud of the feats he had accomplished with his wife.
"I don't need to beg when you've given me the privilege many times before," the man murmured back up at her, dipping his head lower even when she tugged at his hair. His tongue had just dipped against the tender nub between her legs when she accosted him about asking first. A greying eyebrow lifted and he just barely lifted his head so that he could speak, keenly aware that she tasted divine and he was missing out on the heat already so close to his lips.
"Do you want me to ask?" Keikelius mused as he leaned in once more, working her clit with his tongue as he watched her face with carnal interest. Pulling back for just a moment, his thumb working her gently when he parted, "Do you really want me to ask? You can be honest. I won't be insulted," he understood her to be teasing. If she had truly wanted him to ask, she would not have allowed him to keep tormenting her.
This was one of his favorite pastimes. Whenever working grew to be a major strain or the world became stressful, Keikelius had the closeness and comforts of his wife to look forward to. Boredom, repressed rage, frustration, or just pure desire often lead to these moments.
Here and now, it was the strain that the King's death and the loss of their nobility that was fueling the much needed relief and release. At this moment, Circenia was no longer thinking of those things. Nor was Keikelius. In fact, none of that mess even existed in this moment. Between Circenia's legs was a world all its own and he was loathe to leave it too soon.
Taking another arduously long moment to lick and nip at her inner thigh, the man lifted dark eyes to his wife's face, amusement glinting there. He wasn't really inclined to answer her, rather liking his very clear position of power. She only helped solidify the feeling when her fingers slid across his cheek and then into his hair.
Dark eyes glinting in the dim light, the Stravos man damn near purred at her taunt at making him beg for what he wanted. Circenia could try but Keikelius was entirely sure that he would win without having to beg at all. Because he knew he could win at this game of resistance. Truthfully, Keikelius was happy to give her much of the power outside of the bedroom, but inside? Inside he liked to dominate. He wanted her to beg and plead and sigh his name like it was a prayer to the gods.
Honestly, Keikelius was sure that Aphrodite would be quite proud of the feats he had accomplished with his wife.
"I don't need to beg when you've given me the privilege many times before," the man murmured back up at her, dipping his head lower even when she tugged at his hair. His tongue had just dipped against the tender nub between her legs when she accosted him about asking first. A greying eyebrow lifted and he just barely lifted his head so that he could speak, keenly aware that she tasted divine and he was missing out on the heat already so close to his lips.
"Do you want me to ask?" Keikelius mused as he leaned in once more, working her clit with his tongue as he watched her face with carnal interest. Pulling back for just a moment, his thumb working her gently when he parted, "Do you really want me to ask? You can be honest. I won't be insulted," he understood her to be teasing. If she had truly wanted him to ask, she would not have allowed him to keep tormenting her.
That calculating look on her husband’s face never failed to move Circenia, a flutter of pure and scalding lust curling down her spine and warming her core. She and Keikelius both had learned from a young age how to use others’ weaknesses against them; it was but one of the many ways they were made for each other. Normally, she loved to watch him in action, to see him bend others to his will with just the right nudge. However, when he did it to her… She was torn between a desire to claw that smug smile right off his face or to kiss him until he couldn’t breathe. She’d have to compromise somewhere in between.
“By your own logic, then, dear husband, I don’t need to beg, either,” the princess purred at the man nuzzling her leg, lifting an eyebrow as if daring him to contradict her. “For how many countless times have you buried yourself between my thighs without me asking you to do so, hm?” Glancing down the bed at the erection straining between his own thighs, she smirked. “Mm… I think you’ll break before I do. Would you really deny yourself the undeniable bliss just to prove a point to me?”
Circenia’s body was taut with need, the glinting amusement in his eyes only fanning the flame of her desire. In spite of her bold words, she was already prepared to go back on them. Did she really want him to ask? No, of course she didn’t. She wanted him to take, to claim what was his again and again while she screamed his name out to the sky above. She wanted him to make her beg, to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her until she was utterly spent, collapsed against the bed and pleading for release. Could she admit these things? Hardly. But did he already know they were true? Without a doubt.
The teasing flick of his tongue against her had her groaning, nearly crying out in protest when he dared to pull back and speak. No matter that she had already climaxed once tonight; that he would continue to pleasure her and then take it away was nigh unforgiveable. Her frustration was palpable, clear blue eyes glaring up at him with the fire he was so determined to kindle. “No, I don’t want you to ask,” she replied in a husky growl, desperate to have him back where he’d started. It was obvious her patience was starting to wear thin, her need for his touch outweighing her pride in asking for it. “Oh, gods damn it all, Keikelius, just finish what you began!”
Well, it wasn’t begging. But, in her experience, demanding often had the same result.
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That calculating look on her husband’s face never failed to move Circenia, a flutter of pure and scalding lust curling down her spine and warming her core. She and Keikelius both had learned from a young age how to use others’ weaknesses against them; it was but one of the many ways they were made for each other. Normally, she loved to watch him in action, to see him bend others to his will with just the right nudge. However, when he did it to her… She was torn between a desire to claw that smug smile right off his face or to kiss him until he couldn’t breathe. She’d have to compromise somewhere in between.
“By your own logic, then, dear husband, I don’t need to beg, either,” the princess purred at the man nuzzling her leg, lifting an eyebrow as if daring him to contradict her. “For how many countless times have you buried yourself between my thighs without me asking you to do so, hm?” Glancing down the bed at the erection straining between his own thighs, she smirked. “Mm… I think you’ll break before I do. Would you really deny yourself the undeniable bliss just to prove a point to me?”
Circenia’s body was taut with need, the glinting amusement in his eyes only fanning the flame of her desire. In spite of her bold words, she was already prepared to go back on them. Did she really want him to ask? No, of course she didn’t. She wanted him to take, to claim what was his again and again while she screamed his name out to the sky above. She wanted him to make her beg, to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her until she was utterly spent, collapsed against the bed and pleading for release. Could she admit these things? Hardly. But did he already know they were true? Without a doubt.
The teasing flick of his tongue against her had her groaning, nearly crying out in protest when he dared to pull back and speak. No matter that she had already climaxed once tonight; that he would continue to pleasure her and then take it away was nigh unforgiveable. Her frustration was palpable, clear blue eyes glaring up at him with the fire he was so determined to kindle. “No, I don’t want you to ask,” she replied in a husky growl, desperate to have him back where he’d started. It was obvious her patience was starting to wear thin, her need for his touch outweighing her pride in asking for it. “Oh, gods damn it all, Keikelius, just finish what you began!”
Well, it wasn’t begging. But, in her experience, demanding often had the same result.
That calculating look on her husband’s face never failed to move Circenia, a flutter of pure and scalding lust curling down her spine and warming her core. She and Keikelius both had learned from a young age how to use others’ weaknesses against them; it was but one of the many ways they were made for each other. Normally, she loved to watch him in action, to see him bend others to his will with just the right nudge. However, when he did it to her… She was torn between a desire to claw that smug smile right off his face or to kiss him until he couldn’t breathe. She’d have to compromise somewhere in between.
“By your own logic, then, dear husband, I don’t need to beg, either,” the princess purred at the man nuzzling her leg, lifting an eyebrow as if daring him to contradict her. “For how many countless times have you buried yourself between my thighs without me asking you to do so, hm?” Glancing down the bed at the erection straining between his own thighs, she smirked. “Mm… I think you’ll break before I do. Would you really deny yourself the undeniable bliss just to prove a point to me?”
Circenia’s body was taut with need, the glinting amusement in his eyes only fanning the flame of her desire. In spite of her bold words, she was already prepared to go back on them. Did she really want him to ask? No, of course she didn’t. She wanted him to take, to claim what was his again and again while she screamed his name out to the sky above. She wanted him to make her beg, to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her until she was utterly spent, collapsed against the bed and pleading for release. Could she admit these things? Hardly. But did he already know they were true? Without a doubt.
The teasing flick of his tongue against her had her groaning, nearly crying out in protest when he dared to pull back and speak. No matter that she had already climaxed once tonight; that he would continue to pleasure her and then take it away was nigh unforgiveable. Her frustration was palpable, clear blue eyes glaring up at him with the fire he was so determined to kindle. “No, I don’t want you to ask,” she replied in a husky growl, desperate to have him back where he’d started. It was obvious her patience was starting to wear thin, her need for his touch outweighing her pride in asking for it. “Oh, gods damn it all, Keikelius, just finish what you began!”
Well, it wasn’t begging. But, in her experience, demanding often had the same result.
The rare, deep chuckle that escaped the lord seemed to drift to every corner of the room. His dark eyes trailed back up his wife's body, focusing on her as she spoke and trying to think of the proper retort. The words or the actions that would get him exactly what he wanted in that moment. Surrender. The type that included the begging he was seeking from her. There was just something about her pleading with him to let her finish, to give her what she so desperately craved from him, that gave him a little bit of a high.
And when he did give in to her, it always meant that she would be frustrated and needy. Keikelius liked feeling needed, wanted in the way that his wife never failed to express in the end. "You think I'll break, but I won't," he mused easily, "Years of marriage and you still forget that all I care about is you finding release," the lord shook his head, his beard scratching against her thighs. "As many times as I can make you."
Keikelius found himself leaning back into her while she snapped at him to finish what he had already started. He was inclined to, but teasing her was equally fun. Every bit as entertaining as pleasuring her was. "As you will it, Princess," he finally mused, keeping his gaze on her face. He brought his tongue back to her clit, working it once more with slow, easy strokes. He drifted slightly lower from time to time, savoring the taste of her before slipping two fingers back into her to aid him in bringing her to a second end.
It had never been the sex that had drawn Keikelius to his wife. Initially it had been her wit and her silent need for control and to take charge. Traits that Keikelius had both desired and admired in the woman. It was hard to have a partner if they couldn't keep up with you. It was extremely safe to say that the woman whose thighs he was settled between was his equal in every way. Her gender aside, she was the other half of himself. Had he not won her over, Keikelius was entirely sure that he either would not have married or would have married someone utterly wrong for him just for the sake of carrying on his bloodline.
And now that they had already furthered his bloodline, the lovemaking was a plus. An additional perk to finding his soulmate in this lifetime.
Lifting his head once more, Keikelius eyed her with a playful smirk, "Any thoughts on that begging?" he purred at her, "Are you going to yield to me, princess? Or are we going to continue this cycle for hours more?"
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The rare, deep chuckle that escaped the lord seemed to drift to every corner of the room. His dark eyes trailed back up his wife's body, focusing on her as she spoke and trying to think of the proper retort. The words or the actions that would get him exactly what he wanted in that moment. Surrender. The type that included the begging he was seeking from her. There was just something about her pleading with him to let her finish, to give her what she so desperately craved from him, that gave him a little bit of a high.
And when he did give in to her, it always meant that she would be frustrated and needy. Keikelius liked feeling needed, wanted in the way that his wife never failed to express in the end. "You think I'll break, but I won't," he mused easily, "Years of marriage and you still forget that all I care about is you finding release," the lord shook his head, his beard scratching against her thighs. "As many times as I can make you."
Keikelius found himself leaning back into her while she snapped at him to finish what he had already started. He was inclined to, but teasing her was equally fun. Every bit as entertaining as pleasuring her was. "As you will it, Princess," he finally mused, keeping his gaze on her face. He brought his tongue back to her clit, working it once more with slow, easy strokes. He drifted slightly lower from time to time, savoring the taste of her before slipping two fingers back into her to aid him in bringing her to a second end.
It had never been the sex that had drawn Keikelius to his wife. Initially it had been her wit and her silent need for control and to take charge. Traits that Keikelius had both desired and admired in the woman. It was hard to have a partner if they couldn't keep up with you. It was extremely safe to say that the woman whose thighs he was settled between was his equal in every way. Her gender aside, she was the other half of himself. Had he not won her over, Keikelius was entirely sure that he either would not have married or would have married someone utterly wrong for him just for the sake of carrying on his bloodline.
And now that they had already furthered his bloodline, the lovemaking was a plus. An additional perk to finding his soulmate in this lifetime.
Lifting his head once more, Keikelius eyed her with a playful smirk, "Any thoughts on that begging?" he purred at her, "Are you going to yield to me, princess? Or are we going to continue this cycle for hours more?"
The rare, deep chuckle that escaped the lord seemed to drift to every corner of the room. His dark eyes trailed back up his wife's body, focusing on her as she spoke and trying to think of the proper retort. The words or the actions that would get him exactly what he wanted in that moment. Surrender. The type that included the begging he was seeking from her. There was just something about her pleading with him to let her finish, to give her what she so desperately craved from him, that gave him a little bit of a high.
And when he did give in to her, it always meant that she would be frustrated and needy. Keikelius liked feeling needed, wanted in the way that his wife never failed to express in the end. "You think I'll break, but I won't," he mused easily, "Years of marriage and you still forget that all I care about is you finding release," the lord shook his head, his beard scratching against her thighs. "As many times as I can make you."
Keikelius found himself leaning back into her while she snapped at him to finish what he had already started. He was inclined to, but teasing her was equally fun. Every bit as entertaining as pleasuring her was. "As you will it, Princess," he finally mused, keeping his gaze on her face. He brought his tongue back to her clit, working it once more with slow, easy strokes. He drifted slightly lower from time to time, savoring the taste of her before slipping two fingers back into her to aid him in bringing her to a second end.
It had never been the sex that had drawn Keikelius to his wife. Initially it had been her wit and her silent need for control and to take charge. Traits that Keikelius had both desired and admired in the woman. It was hard to have a partner if they couldn't keep up with you. It was extremely safe to say that the woman whose thighs he was settled between was his equal in every way. Her gender aside, she was the other half of himself. Had he not won her over, Keikelius was entirely sure that he either would not have married or would have married someone utterly wrong for him just for the sake of carrying on his bloodline.
And now that they had already furthered his bloodline, the lovemaking was a plus. An additional perk to finding his soulmate in this lifetime.
Lifting his head once more, Keikelius eyed her with a playful smirk, "Any thoughts on that begging?" he purred at her, "Are you going to yield to me, princess? Or are we going to continue this cycle for hours more?"