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There's a heavy weight over your own body when you blink the sleep away.
Sunlight filters through the dark curtains into the spacious bedroom—not even the canopy is managing to keep the sun away. Your hand checks to your left—empty, but still warm. Lilia's gone early, then…
Not that early, you realize once you manage to register how high up the sun is—is probably afternoon, and here Malleus is, draped around you like he's a blanket fused with the bed, keeping you warm and trapped in a way you're familiar with by now.
Sharing a bed with Malleus and Lilia will do that to you.
As much as you love both, you also would love to get food in your belly. Your hand trails a path down his bare spine, fingers carefully brushing against the base of the spikes protruding off his back. The thick, heavy dragon tail thumps in slight protest over your legs and at your feet. "Malle," you say. "Malleus, love… it's late."
A grumble. "Mmm… no, it's not."
Your huff is filled with adoration for this giant dragon prince that's using you like you're his favourite heater, but you really are hungry. "Lilia's gone already, that's how late it is."
Finally, Malleus' eyes meet yours before checking your other side, where Lilia usually sleeps so he can snuggle you as well. "Hmm… I see," his tail thumps under the covers, lifting them briefly. "This means I get to have you all for myself for a bit."
You should've seen it coming. Then again, maybe deep down you knew and didn't really mind it.
… Who are you kidding, you never do.
Malleus' lips are warm as sunlight over the skin of your neck and shoulders, his bare chest pressed against yours as he peppers every inch of your skin he can reach with loving marks. Your thighs part for him on their own, allowing him to slot himself between them like he belongs there.
In truth, he does. Him and Lilia, both have explored every crevice of your body until no secret was left to hide. Every mole, every freckle, no matter how faint: they've found it, kissed it. Every inch of skin, marked, down to even the back of your knees.
Malleus' fangs graze your breasts as he kisses a trail down your body, his tongue lapping at your heaving chest until your shivering underneath him. "Malleus—," you gasp, knowing where he is going and knowing he will take you there with him. "Malleus, it's… late…"
"Your voice is wavering," he mumbles, with a rumble so deep it goes straight to your core. His body scoots lower, his arm wrapping around your thigh. "Are you really that eager for breakfast? We can have a few minutes for ourselves, if you so wish it."
Screw breakfast. You'll lay yourself on a silver platter for this man if he wants to.
"… Just a few minutes," you don't miss the way his slit pupils dilate at your surrender, staring at you with his face between your thighs.
He smiles at you, leaving the mark of his fangs on your skin as he presses a kiss and leaves a wet trail with his forked tongue. "I'll make it quick, then."
You know he won't. You're more hungry for him now than anything else, though. "We can—ah—make up for it tonight, if you'd like."
His nod is way too solemn. "Okay. We go to bed at seven, then."
"M-Malleus!"
You find Lilia reading under the shade of one of the fruit trees in the royal garden, the spot tucked away from the greenhouse where Malleus keeps his roses safe from the troublesome little bats that have grown fond of the ex-general and tend to follow him around everywhere.
His red eyes grow into slits, a knowing glint in his eyes at your slight wobble as you walk. Malleus is to blame for that. "Finally, my princess is free from the dragon's clutches."
"You fled the scene," you can't help but play along, sitting down next to him. He smells of warm bread—he's probably assaulted the kitchens in search of baked goods, no doubt. "You could've stayed with your princess in bed, you know."
He pockets the book with a hum. "Maybe, but today I felt like having a little alone time with my love," his eyebrows wiggle. "Just like Malleus did, I'm sure."
You flush all the way to the roots of your hair, grumbling. "Shush, you."
His delighted chuckle gets a smile out of you as his arms wrap around your waist, trying his usual tactic of placating you with his nuzzles against your already marked skin, pulling you between his legs. It works wonders.
Lilia, just like Malleus, is just like an overgrown cat most of the time (and to your delight, you love it when they become your weighted blankets). The feeling of their warmth in the royal bed with both of them surrounding you is the closest you feel to a religious ascension. You've sang and whispered their names like a prayer in a sacred temple, so it's not too far off, when you think about it.
They fall to their knees for you the same way you do for them, after all.
Lilia pulls you back from your thoughts with a soft kiss to the nape of your neck. You're sure if he had a tail like Malleus did, he'd also keep it wrapped around your form for the entire night. And day, if he had his way. It took a lot of convincing to let Malleus keep his tail-grabbing to more private environments after the senate was left in a flustered state at his open displays of affection with said tail. And his dragon wings.
You ought to ask Lilia about bat wings one day, though. For now, you enjoy teasing one of his long ears for as long as he lets you: so you blow a slight puff of air before kissing it. Lilia's eyes narrow in a certain way that spells that you are in trouble.
The shadow of the General lurks there, somewhere. You've seen it and experienced before, so you can spot it when it comes too close to the surface… Close enough that you can almost see Lilia's pink streaks turn red inside your mind.
You can't hold back the breathy whimper as his tongue licks a trail around your neck, nor as his hands sneak under your vestments to fondle your tender and sensitive breasts.
You have a feeling you might experience a déjà vu soon enough, if the way he's touching you is of any indication. "We're out in the open," you hiss, though not in reprimand.
He really waited for you, you realize, even if he was wanting you this much. He can't fool you—or so you think, until a small trail of vines, no doubt summoned by him, slither to wrap around your wrists. Oh.
His hands travel lower under your dress, sneaking between your thighs where heat has begun to pool once more. You thank the stars the garden is private enough to even keep the guards away. "L-Lilia, we can… mmm—we can leave it for later, when we go to bed!"
Lilia's breath is hot against your ear. "That will only make me want to take you to bed before the sun even sets."
Ah, there it is. "I swear—" you let out a breathless giggle. "You two are so needy…"
Warm lips curl into a smirk against your neck just as his fingers curl into you. "And you are not, love?"
Well, considering you're thinking of going to bed early today…
you really can't deny it.
And thus, if the crown prince, his most closest advisor and the princess consort end up retiring to their room earlier than usual this day, well… that's their business and theirs alone.
It's not like sleeping early is a bad thing… right?