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“I should be attending your mother’s gown fitting, you know…” With your hands clasped in front of you, your eyes flicker around the front yard of the palace. It’s well known that being a lady-in-waiting meant just that, waiting on the hand and foot of whatever royal wishes for it, and it’s been a while since you were brought in to be the Philos Queen’s lady-in-waiting.
“And what my mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Xavier’s eyebrow raises, knowing that people might start looking for you, but being the Prince means Xavier has some persuasive powers. He’s the most popular royal in the kingdom, among commoners and others in the palace, so he’s able to sway people with just his prowess and popularity.
But Xavier’s popularity also meant that he is sought out by the other princesses from other kingdoms. All of them wanted Xavier’s hand in marriage, and as he got older, his parents have become more adamant about setting him up with someone.
It had been a few months of sneaking around with Xavier, the Prince finding you the most stunning woman as well as the most interesting to talk to. You would often go find him in the library or the observatory when his mother - the Queen - would ask you to fetch him. That led to late-night conversations, which then led to a kiss shared under the stars, and then being each other’s firsts.
Time slows down when you’re with him, and a sense of comfort settles in your bones whenever you lie in his bed, staring out the window at the bright moon. It was something you didn’t mean to happen, mainly because you knew that he would never be able to be with you, not officially, and the worry bites at your insides whenever you catch his eye from across the banquet hall.
“What if she finds out?” You ask, your arm brushing his as a carriage stops right in front of you two. It’s beautiful, the ones that a proper royal family would ride in. While your family has more wealth than a commoner, it’s not nearly enough to be considered a princess, nor is it enough to warrant a chance at Xavier’s hand.
His fingers brush along your lower back, feeling the soft silk fabric of the dress he asked you to wear. Its color accentuates your skin tone, and your beauty radiates in the quiet morning.
“Then I’ll take care of it, love.” His term of endearment for you clenches your heart, and you dip your head in a bit of embarrassment and a bit of flustered shyness. When he looks over at you, his eyes trace every feature, and he smiles. “I’m serious… I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“I know. I trust you.” Your whispered voice reaches Xavier’s ears as the door of the carriage swings open. It’s inviting, but you wait for Xavier to walk first, his hand outstretched for you to take.
Once you’re both sitting in the spacious cabin of the carriage, the road is typically bumpy. Still, with Philos’ scientific advances and their contributions to the royal family’s personal endeavors, the ride is surprisingly smooth. However, you’ve ridden with the Queen many times before, so it’s not unknown to you just how nice it could feel as you travel to a surprise destination.
“You still haven’t told me where we’re going.” You point out, looking around at the inside of the carriage to see that there are no guards, knights, or anyone to protect you in case something happens. “How did you manage to go somewhere without an entourage?”
Xavier chuckles, and he slips one hand behind his back. “I told them I will be going to chart the stars… They allow me to go off since they know of my fighting prowess. And,” Shrugging, he pulls out a piece of fabric half the length of your dress, shaking it slightly as he raises an eyebrow. “I have a surprise.”
“A surprise?” Your eyes focus on the strip of silk in his hand, your body heating up at just exactly what he had in mind.
“Well…” Xavier scoots closer, his face inches from yours. “Two surprises.”
Heart-pounding excitement edges into weariness as he cups your cheek. The pad of his thumb traces your cheekbone, and his eyes flicker between yours and your lips. You push away the ache in your chest, allowing him to place a featherlight kiss on your mouth.
“The destination is a surprise.” He says, his breath fanning out across your lips as his warm palm adds to the heat that rises in your body. “This will help keep the surprise until we arrive.”
The fabric comes close, and you see just how solid it is. It’ll be impossible to see through, and your eyes will be rendered useless as you let Xavier lead you to an unknown destination. But the idea of it… It’s intriguing. You trust him, knowing he won’t be leading you to your death or any other unfavorable scenarios, so you nod. He would relent if you genuinely didn’t want the blindfold, but you can’t deny how exciting it is.
Alone with Xavier in a carriage... The forbidden implications of your relationship, the things that would be frowned upon if anyone found out… It all moves to the back of your mind as you turn around, exposing your back to him.
The dress you’re wearing has small sleeves holding it up, but there’s a large window showcasing your chest, the cleavage of your breasts, and the top of your back. Of course, Xavier would recommend this dress for you, and you don’t know where he got it, but it fits you perfectly .
“Where did you get this dress, anyway?” You ask, gasping as his fingers brush along your temples, the darkness shrouding your eyes. He’s silent as he ties a knot at the back of your head, careful not to tangle any of the strands of hair in the silk. It’s tight enough that you know it won’t slip off unless you pull it off, but loose enough that it doesn’t press on the bridge of your nose.
“I had it specially made.” His lips ghost the shell of your ear, hands smoothing down your arms until the tips of his fingers bunch your long skirt up to your thighs. The cool breeze shocks you, and on instinct, you try to look down to see exactly what he’s doing before realizing that you can’t see. “I didn’t know your measurements exactly, but I asked around.”
“You know, asking around about a lady-in-waiting is going to be seen as suspicious?” You mumble, your bottom lip finding its way between your teeth.
“I don’t care.” He whispers, his warm palm soothing the chill of your inner thigh. The slight touch of his digits along your skin raises goosebumps on your arms, and you want to buck up into his hand, taking what you want. Just as you stifle a whimper, you try to turn your head-
Thump!
The carriage jerks to a stop, and you grip Xavier’s knee to prevent yourself from falling.
“What happened?” Fear edges into your voice, and your nails dig into the fabric of his pants in an attempt to ground yourself in the uncertainty around you. It’s silent for a moment, and there’s chattering around the carriage. “Xavier?”
Speaking his name without a title has him shivering, but he fights back the need that has bubbled inside him to stand up and adjust his buttoned shirt. “Stay here, love.” His lips soothe along your hairline, and he makes sure to flip your skirt back down across your legs. “I’ll be right back.”
There are murmurs outside as Xavier steps out, and some bouts of laughter ring out. A crowd has gathered, and you hear something about a replacement coming. Ah, a complication… It soothes you to know that wherever you are, the people seem so keen on helping Xavier out, and it doesn’t seem like anyone has caught a glimpse of you in the carriage. You don’t know how Xavier could explain a blindfolded lady-in-waiting riding solo with him.
But there’s one thing that bites at you.
Your panties have become soaked with your own arousal. It’s slightly embarrassing, but your jaw clenches as you think about Xavier just leaving you hanging like this… The feel of his hand on your inner thigh still lingers, and you’re brought back to a night shared in the privacy of his bedchambers. He has always been skilled with his hands, touching every inch of you like he can’t get enough.
Wiggling your hips, you fight the whine in your throat at just how much you ache for him. You need him… So badly… And in truth, you worry that each time with Xavier will be the last, that perhaps you will get caught and torn away from him, so you want to cherish it all.
So when the door to the carriage opens, you hitch your breath, waiting for any indication of who it is.
“My love…” Xavier’s gentle voice adds the air back to your lungs. “Our carriage got a tilted axle, and the locals offered one of theirs to travel to our destination.” His hand rests on your elbow.
“I-”
As if he were sensing your trepidations, his lips find your cheek. “No one is around us. I’m not just going to lead a blindfolded woman from my carriage.” A breath of a chuckle fans out across your skin. “What will they think of me?”
You roll your eyes behind the blindfold and let him lead you to the next carriage. It’s only a few steps, but the sun in the sky washes over your skin, warming you up from the cool breeze. Not used to wearing dresses like this, your body inches closer to Xavier as he sits you down in the carriage.
It seems more cramped than the other one, but still significant nonetheless.
The real difference starts when the horse at the front sets off. You can feel each and every pebble that the wooden wheels pass over. It isn’t enough to have you flying from your seat, but the cushioned seat beneath you feels harder every time you come up and drop back down on it.
Then, before Xavier can say anything, you get an idea.
Your hand mimics his own on your body, your palm finding his inner thigh after a moment of searching. Every inch of your side is pressed against his, and a sound of Xavier’s hum hits your ear. There is a hint of a smirk in his tone, and he shifts so that his legs are a bit more open.
If anything, he would gladly indulge in your desires. Even if you wanted to tease him. Even if you wanted to be a bit of a brat … There is a pit in his stomach at just how bold you want to be.
“You’re being rather brave, love.” His nose rubs your temple, his lips finding the edge of the blindfold. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“After you teased me before?” You shoot back, tilting your head to allow him better access to your neck. “Yeah… I wanna do this.” The edge of tease in your tone has his cock throbbing in his pants.
“Getting worked up?” Xavier smirks, the muscles flexing as you massage the inside of his thigh. The bumps of the carriage shift your panties against you, and you’re reminded of every time you’ve lain with Xavier. It shakes you, and the thumping in your heart heightens as your hand slowly drifts up and closer to his crotch.
As his question is answered with a nod and a hum, he keeps going. “This new bumpy ride… It’s rocking you, isn’t it, love?” The rough timbre of his voice makes way in the haze of gentle touches. You can’t see where his hands are, but the brush of his bicep makes you think that they’re clutching at his knees for some semblance of control.
“Xavier…”
“That’s it. Say my name, love.” The rustling of fabric pushes the skirt of your dress back up. Once again, the cold nip of air hits your bare leg, and your hand tightens its grip on his thigh.
“Now…” His palm meets the same part of your leg that he was holding earlier, the ghost of his pinkie so close to where you want him. “Where was I earlier?”
His smile turns to a smirk, and his eyes roam your figure. The strength of his arm pulls, hiking your leg up to rest on top of his. The bend of your knee renders you almost helpless, and the only thing you can do is spread yourself for him, his calf keeping your ankle between his legs.
Your palm cups his bulge, and Xavier’s movements stutter for a split second. Out of everything in this world, out of everyone in this world… You’re the only thing that can bring him to his knees.
“No, no, no.” A shake of his head answers blind eyes, and his hand leaves your thigh to grip your wrist. He pulls you away from him; instead, you feel the warmth of your own leg. “Hold yourself open for me.”
A soft kiss sits on your neck, right above your pulse point. His fingers press your hand into your own thigh, and when he speaks again, it’s a breath of air against the wet skin from his lips.
“If you move your hand… I might have to punish you.”
“Punish me as a Prince or as Xavier?” A sudden bump in the road pushes you closer to Xavier, the meat of your thigh resting on top of his as he pauses.
His heart thumps in his chest, and his finger traces the wet slit in your panties. You’re soaked , and your underwear sticks to your pussy as he rubs slow circles into the fabric covering your clit.
“As Xavier.” He mumbles, his voice as sincere as he can. “I’m always just Xavier with you.”
A shaky breath comes as he pushes your panties to the side to see your glistening pretty pussy. The tip of his middle finger dips into your entrance, and there’s a very obvious squelch of your walls that envelop him as he pushes just the first knuckle in, feeling the warm tightness before driving up to find your throbbing clit.
“Good.” Your fingers tighten in the flesh of your thigh, and you bite back a moan as he goes at such a slow pace . It’s torturous, thumping at your heart and threatening to blow you up like a bomb.
“I just want Xavier.” The sentence is laced with sincerity and the underlying need that you’ve always reached out to him with.
It reminds you of the empty halls of the castle, walking behind the Queen, your head bowed and waiting for the next command or ask of you. She’s always been nice to you, yes… But it hangs over your head that you want to walk beside Xavier. The Prince who stands tall beside his parents, ready to take the throne…
“You’ve got me, love.” The curl of his finger presses against your sensitive spot, and he continues to beckon you almost off the edge of the seat. He knows just how to make you whimper, your throat tightening and lips falling open.
“You’ll always have me. I promise.” The promise vibrates your throat, and his index finger enters along with the other. HIs palm drags against your clit, and you want so badly to reach out and crush his wrist, or even grind against his hand, but he keeps his promises.
Hopefully, he would keep that promise.
A wanton moan slips past your lips, but with the bumpy ride and the rocking of the carriage on its axles, the driver can’t hear anything. Each rock that he hits, each turn, and a swift jerk as you get closer and closer to your destination. It rocks his fingers inside you, helping him with the slow pumping of his thrusts.
“Xavier…” Another whimper of his name, and you try to shift your hips, push him deeper as if it’s the only thing in the world you need. “Please.”
“Please, what?” The power he has over you is different from the power he has over others. You will shoot back at him in private, your personality coming to light when it’s just the two of you. And Xavier will bend the knee occasionally, but there’s also the fun of putting you in your place. You’re the only person he will bend the knee to, and it’s enticing.
“Hnnnn,” tilting your head back, your throat catches on a moan, and the rocking of the carriage washes out the rising volume. “You.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific, love.” His fingers pick up speed, but his palm remains a constant pressure on your clit, rubbing with each deep curl and thrust of his digits. He knows you like the back of his hand, and each beckon of his fingers sends a rush of heat and electricity through you.
“More.” You gasp, eyes closing even though it was dark to begin with. The warm flesh of your thigh pulses with your heartbeat, and your body responds by clenching around his fingers.
“I know you want more, love.” Xavier chuckles, his other hand resting on the curve of your waist, holding you to his side. “I can tell by how your pretty pussy is clenching me so tightly .”
His words send goosebumps across your body, and more words come after, but you can’t register his voice when the white hot flame inside you bursts. The fire in your stomach ignites and swallows you whole.
“Good girl,” Xavier whispers in your ear, but you can’t hear it with the intensity of your orgasm that seeps into your muscles. With one sense closed, the rest have heightened, and his breath on your ear pulls you back to reality. “Such a good girl for me.”
Slow thrusts pause when you finally come down from your high, the rough breaths you suck in calming into soft gasps when he finally removes his digits. You’re so empty , and you whine until his slick fingers trace your bottom lip.
“Suck.” The command is stern, and you immediately obey by opening your mouth. The taste of your release hits your tongue, and you want so badly to see his expression, the deep lust and desire swimming in his blue eyes…
The light press of his fingers on the pad of your tongue forces a muffled moan, and your lips wrap perfectly around him. Even though you can’t see him, you feel his eyes boring into your face, watching with a smirk as you revel in your taste.
His chest presses against your shoulder, and every breath he takes is reflected in the brush of your bodies. Spit collects in the back of your throat, and you moan around the intrusion. Xavier’s breath hitches when your tongue wraps around his fingers, the warmth of the muscle sending a familiar pool of heat in his abdomen.
Impatience gets the better of you, and against his command, your hand goes back to cupping his throbbing bulge. You’re desperate, standing up just enough to seat yourself in his lap.
Your panties cover you once more, but frantic hands unbutton his pants and push them down enough for his cock to spring free from its constraints. Xavier decides to let you have some fun grinding down on his length, but it’s not enough … Not when the fabric of your undergarments still impedes you from what you really need.
“My love…” He rasps, a deep groan vibrating his chest. One of his hands is in a steel grip on your hip while the other keeps the skirt of your dress up to watch you rut against him like you’re in heat. “You’re so needy.”
It’s not often you can have Xavier like this. The freedom of doing something so lewd in broad daylight makes your body hum. Each jerk of your hips is accompanied by a wanton whine, and Xavier fights back a moan. You sound so beautiful , and he wants you to feel everything to such a degree that you lose yourself to the need.
“Mhm… Yeah…” You pant, your hands holding his shoulders as the only thing grounding you to what’s happening in the present. “Need you.”
“You want more?” He teases, tilting his head while watching the way your neck is exposed to him. “My needy girl.”
All you can do is nod, listening to the deep timbre of his voice and imagining just how he looks. Reddened cheeks, half-lidded eyes, parted lips that moisten with his tongue as he takes you in.
But what makes you gasp is when a rip echoes through the carriage, muffled by a horse's loud whine and the breeze rustling the fields outside. Even in the bumpy ride, his presence stabilizes you. HIs strength rips your panties off your hips, and you can’t actually see where he puts it, but air bites at your glistening pussy.
The throbbing length of his cock nestles between your folds, and you both share a groan at the sudden contact. It’s hot , even in the chilly fall air that comes in through a slightly ajar window.
“Fuck.” The expletive is whispered in the empty space between your mouths, and you share a kiss that is more swallowing of noises and moans than an actual kiss.
Slick coats his cock, and he watches with bated breath as you continue to tease him with the subtle touches to his neck and the slow grind of your pussy. The tip of his length catches on your clit, and you fall forward with your face pressed into the crook of his neck.
“Want more?” He asks, keeping you raised just enough to tease the head of his cock in your hole. The parting of your lips and the noise you made in desperation has him throbbing. Seeing you so vulnerable like this is so arousing, and he smirks at the way your head rocks in an attempt to see something other than complete darkness. “You want my cock, love?”
“Yes… Yes, please.”
“You’ve been teasing me this whole ride.” He counters, purposefully circling his tip around your clit in slow, tortorous circles. “Why should I?”
“Because I want it.” You whimper, your lips finding the skin of his neck. You’ve always been very careful not to leave a mark, knowing what the Queen would say if she saw such an indicator of his illicit activities. “I want you.”
Xavier’s heart pounds, and he guides you to sink down on his cock inch by inch. The stretch is familiar, one you’ve felt multiple times before, and a sigh escapes when you’re fully seated on his lap.
“You feel… so good.” You whisper in his ear, your nose brushing his pulse point.
“Come on, love.” His voice is shaky, and his head falls back to hit the side of the carriage. “Take what you want.”
Being able to indulge in your needs brings Xavier so much pleasure, feeling the soft fabric of the blindfold against his skin and the pulsing of your walls around his cock. God … There’s truly no better feeling.
“Gladly.”
With a breath, your knees sit on the bench of the carriage, arms wrapped around Xavier’s neck and lips brushing the shell of his ear. You sit up just enough so that his cock doesn’t slip from your pulsing entrance and then slam yourself down.
“My- love…” Xavier’s voice is strangled, his fingers gripping your hips so tightly that you can feel each bend of his knuckles. He wants to be able to watch himself disappear into your heat, but everything is so intense that he can’t think of anything except letting you take what you want for now. For now.
The muted slap of your thighs on his clothed pants dips into your ears. In the cacophony of your moans, the rickety axel of the carriage, and the wet squelching of your pussy around his cock, you don’t even mind that you can’t see him…
Heat pools in Xavier’s abdomen, and from the way your body responds, he can tell you’re also getting there. But then the fun would be over, and he had to admit that the sound of your whimpers and whines is like music to his ears.
“Alright.” It takes everything in him to anchor you on his lap, because while he loves to hear your disappointed whimper, he also enjoys when you take what you want. “That’s enough for now.”
Being a lady-in-waiting, there is almost no time for you to do what you want. Tending to the Queen is your sole purpose, and most of the other staff in the palace don’t bat an eye at you because they’re so afraid of the Queen’s rigid expression and sharp words. She is nice, but when distractions get in the way of you doing your job… Well, she can’t have that.
“Huh?” You pull back just enough to brush your nose on his. “Wha-” your bottom lip juts out in a pout, and Xavier just chuckles. A bump in the road has the carriage rocking, and Xavier lets the natural movement buck his hips up and bury himself deeper inside you.
Trying to move your hips, Xavier makes a noise of disapproval. “No, no.” He mumbles, pecking your cheek. “You’re not in control anymore.”
“But-”
Another noise that stops you in your tracks, and you try to find his lips, but you’re only met with the side of his cheek. The deprivation of not having your sight gets to you, and you whine even louder. Your trepidation about doing this, about getting caught, about it all goes right out the window when you feel his grip tighten even more, and a bite of pleasurable pain nips at your hips.
“You’ve been naughty… So it’s only right that I give you a little punishment.” He hums, and another bump thrusts his hips up. The curve of his cock nestles right against your g-spot, and you whimper at the shock of pleasure that shakes your bones.
“Kiss me.” You plead, frustrated at the fact that he’s letting this carriage determine how he fucks you. “Please.”
Xavier’s lips attach to your neck, and his arm wraps around your middle, holding you firmly pressed against his chest. It seems like he doesn’t hear you, so your fingers card through his hair at the back of his head. Who cares if the locals see him coming from the carriage with mussed hair?
“Mmph, sorry.” He smirks against your skin, nipping at the exposed part of your collarbone before dipping lower to the skin of your upper breast. “I can’t do that.”
“Please?” You try again, and Xavier grunts as he fucks up into you once more. “Ah- pl-ease…”
This time, you can feel the way he shakes his head, the fluff of his bangs brushing against your bare neck. A stuttered moan comes, your bottom lip sucked between your teeth.
It’s a slow, tortuous cycle of the carriage taking a turn or hitting a rock and jostling his cock inside you. All you want to do is pick yourself up and ruin the front of his pants with your combined juices as you ride him into oblivion, but he’s strong . It’s impossible for you to move when he’s holding you so tightly.
So you do the next best thing.
Your walls clamp down around him, and an annoyed moan comes when Xavier nips at your neck. His nose brushes your pulse point, and you feel him throbbing inside you. His restraint is commendable, but not when he’s teasing you into hysteria with the curve of his cock and the subtle and inconsistent bucking of his hips.
“Xavier.” Your tone is one of annoyance, and as Xavier’s arm flexes around your middle, you try your best to sit back. “Kiss me.”
“No.” He replies, his voice low. His breath ghosts the shell of your ear, prompting you to keep going. “And if you keep doing this, I’ll have to resort to other measures.” There’s a pause, and he presses open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck. “I have multiple pieces of fabric that would look so pretty on those wrists of yours.”
Despite the challenge, you don’t relent.
Your nails scratch at his scalp, and overstimulation bites at your muscles when the carriage picks up speed. It’s fast, and each bump in the road bounces you a little more on his lap.
Over and over and over he bucks up into you, arm holding you tight enough that you can’t move yourself but not to the point that you can’t bounce on his cock. With the blindfold, your sight is so black that you can almost make out the outline of Xavier’s shoulder as he busies himself kissing every bit of your body except the place you really want.
Little streaks of red rise on the back of his neck, the manifestation of your annoyance and your persistent brattiness. The tips of your nails dig into his skin, and he bites back a chuckle, keeping the noise in his throat before he ruins the one relationship that he cherishes more than anything.
It’s not even a relationship, and perhaps that’s the problem. Perhaps the pull he feels for you is not enough in this world of titles and nobility. But he’s determined to make it enough, to rewrite the history for everything that follows his confession of unabashed love for you.
“My impatient little brat.” He murmurs affectionately, the palm of his hand soothing your side as another stretch of road causes him to consistently buck up into you.
A grunt that morphs into a whimper turns into teeth on his earlobe. “Only for you.” Your words slither into his brain, curling around and making a home there.
Only for you .
It’s Xavier’s turn to turn to mush, his lips finding the bottom of your chin. You look so beautiful like this. You, who dotes on his mother and caters to her every whim. You, who is so caring with the other palace staff, despite your busy job. You, who steals glances at him during important meetings or during dinner.
You, who finds him in corners and empty rooms just for a quick kiss or hug, because it’s the only thing you both can manage before risking getting caught.
He doesn’t want to sneak around anymore. He doesn’t want to get whisked away to a princess. He wants you .
Xavier tries to speak, but your fluttering pussy pauses his words. “Can my- little brat- be a good girl?” You’re pulsing around him, trying to force him to let you take the reins, but he’s not that nice.
He’s not giving up. You can tell from the breathy whisper and nip at your jawline. The grip he has, both on your physical form and your beating heart, is too tight for you to fight again.
“Please.” You whimper, a bit more desperate. More than just the pleasure, you want him.
“Good girl.” He praises, kissing along your jawline while the ride gets even more bumpy. Xavier knows the route to where he’s commanded the driver, and he also knows that you’re getting closer and closer to the finish line. Both figuratively and literally. “You’re close, love?”
A nod is all you can manage, your body nearly going limp as you allow him to manuver and fuck up into you as he wishes. Well, as the carriage ride wishes. There’s something about letting go willingly that bites at your abdomen and tightens the heated coil that threatens to explode.
All it takes is for his hand to slip under your dress, his warm palm melting your chilled skin until you’re pliant on top of him. His thumb is so close to where you’re connected, and he slowly kneads the flesh there as his pelvis grinds against your clit with each press of your hips together.
Fire engulfs you, and a small spark ignites behind your closed eyelids. Just as the blindfold shrouds your eyes, the feelings inside you shroud every semblance of control you have over your own voice.
His name comes in a cacophony of whimpers, your body involuntarily jerking in his grasp. Now, he holds you steady, grounding you to the present instead of restricting your movements. Each pulse radiates through him, and Xavier has to sit back on the bench and just watch .
The furrow in your brow. The grip of your pussy on his throbbing cock. The appearance of your hands touching every part of him you can manage. Like you’re finding your way around a dark room, you cup his cheek.
Xavier’s peak comes as a surprise because he’s so preoccupied with you. Your noises, the feeling of you around him, even the sight of your lips parted and so inviting to him. He can’t think straight when his cock twitches and empties himself inside you.
“Love…” He whispers, his nose tracing a path across your cheek until he connects your lips in a passionate kiss. As you kiss, he reaches up to undo the tie of the blindfold, sticking the fabric into his pocket.
Xavier swallows your moans, his tongue curling against yours in a knot of desire edged in affection. Everything he does is with a purpose, and he’s only ever regarded you as his one true reason.
In a fateful coincidence, the moment you both relax in each other’s hold, a knock comes on the top of the carriage.
“We are here, Your Highness.” The gruff voice of the driver fills your ears. Like a scared animal, your face presses into his neck, shielding yourself from any potential eyes that peer in.
“Thank you,” Xavier calls, his lips right neck to your ear. “You may take station in the other cabin.”
Cabin ?
Before you can ask, light shocks your system when Xavier reaches up to untie the blindfold and tuck it into his pocket. “We’re here.” He whispers against your cheek, his lips pecking quick kisses.
“The driver-”
Xavier leans to the side. “Is going into the other cabin… There is no one else around, I swear.”
So with a disappointed sigh that turns to a whimper, Xavier lifts you from his lap. Even as you try to walk on shaky legs, he shakes his head. “No, no.” In the same tone as before, he tilts his head. “Come here.”
The bridal style carry forces you to bury your face in his chest, a smile curling at your lips. Each beat of his heart is like a metronome to your favorite song. His deep hum rumbles in his chest, and you peek out to see woods, a small cliff, and two large cabins in the middle of nowhere.
The door is opened, revealing a beautifully decorated home and a back door that showcases the most beautiful waterfall. It frames the sky, with fluffy white clouds and a sun that is slowly dipping down. Soon, the stars will be the main character, ready to be gazed upon from the little cliff and bench that sit there.
“Let’s rest before the finale.” He mumbles against your lips, kissing you breathless with just a simple slotting of your mouths. “I have one last surprise for you.”
A weak chuckle comes, but you are too weak from the physical exertion to fight back. “Okay…” You whisper, letting him set you down in the bed. Still without underwear, you shiver at the air that rushes over your messy pussy, dripping of Xavier’s release and still throbbing from the aftermath.
“I’ll wake you up later, love.” His lips find your forehead, and Xavier finishes up the last of his preparations, running a warm cloth down there to clean you up enough so you can sleep peacefully before joining you in a quick nap. Arms encircle your waist, and his face settles in the crook of your neck.
For a moment, Xavier can imagine this as his future…
When you awake, you’re met with a trail of flower petals on the ground. It’s a winding road around the bed, through the living room, and leading to the glass back door.
You fight back a smile at the sight, and instead open it as quietly as you can. “All this for me?” The statement surprises Xavier for a moment, his heart stuttering just as his mind does when he turns to see you.
The lights of the lanterns dance across your face, like a million spotlights searching for his favorite feature of yours. Except they illuminate every part of you.
“Only for you.” He mimics your earlier words, reaching out a hand to bring you close. As soon as your hand meets his, he’s pulling you into his chest, and with no panties, disheveled hair, and tired eyes, Xavier sways you in a dance without music.
You’ve never danced at a ball before, and countless times you’ve endured the sight of Xavier dancing with princesses one after the other. Surely, his parents were trying to find the most suitable wife, from the whispers you were privy to, but it didn’t make it any less painful.
“My love.” His eyes meet yours, the hand on your hip curling to your lower back. “I’ve brought you here with a confession.”
Immediately, the worst-case scenarios slink their way into your brain. He’s marrying someone else… He’s moving away… Someone found out about you two…
As if sensing your worries, he shuts up the thoughts with a palm cupping your cheek. Both of your hands anchor on his shoulders, allowing him to continue the slow swaying on this cliff. It feels like the final dance before you both jump, and you hold your breath for his words.
“I cannot live in a world where we must hide ourselves away.” Xavier’s throat catches, the subtle intimacy of the whisper fanning out across your face. “I love you… Wholly and irrevocably…”
“Xavier-”
“I wish to tell my parents about us.” The confession presses pause on the dance, and you stare at him with wide eyes. Before you can say no, he continues. “I wish to court you properly. To dance with you at the balls. To take you on walks in the square.” His heart is beating so wildly that he thinks you can hear it.
“To marry you.”
The ring, given to him by his mother for the woman he wishes to spend forever with, is waiting for a recipient back at the palace. He’s relented to his parents' wishes for too long, and all he wants is freedom—freedom you give him.
Instead of an answer, you kiss him.
Your lips tangle in a slow dance that is more of an answer than he needs. The fact that you didn’t push him away, that instead you melt into his embrace, means more than simple words.
Xavier holds you close, the promise of forever lingering on his tongue as it traces your bottom lip.
The lanterns he lit mix with the stars, gazing down at the sight of two lovers in an intimate silence, waiting for day to break and reality to catch up with them.
The future can wait. Right now, all you need is Xavier. Only him.