Why?
Shrugging, she moved the covers aside and slipped out of bed.Seeing his heavy robe she pulled it around her and quietly stepped out into the hallway.An elf, a few doors away was just coming out of another room and she approached him.
“Your Highness would like breakfast brought to his room, breakfast for two.”
“Do you have a preference, My Lady?”he asked with a slight bow.
“Yes.Warm croissants with fresh butter, coffee and hot chocolate, and some fruit will be nice.You may leave the tray in the hallway, and knock twice.I will take it from there.”
“As you wish, my lady, but his majesty typically dines on soft boiled eggs in the morning.”
“Fine, you may bring those as well.”
With another bow, he turned away.
“Wait,” she called after him.“What is your name?”
“It’s Jasper, my lady.”
“Jasper, it would please me if you would offer my apologies to the staff for my deplorable behavior at dinner last night,” she sighed.“I’m truly sorry.”
He smiled before replying.
“Yes, my lady.I wasn’t there, but it has been discussed quite extensively among his majesties’ servants.They were all amused, if I may be so bold as to say so,” he continued grinning.
“Amused?”she asked in surprise.
“Yes, it isn’t often that his highness is left speechless.The King is the smartest, most revered male in the kingdom, but it’s nice to see him taken down a peg or two now and then,” he chuckled.“Not that we would ever say so, you understand, but it did bring quite a bit of warm humor into a castle that is typically formidably cold.I’ll bring that tray right away, my lady.”
Standing in the hall, she watched him hurry away before returning to the king’s suite.
Entering the bathroom she marveled at the lavish appointments.The room was spacious and grand, with marble floors and walls adorned with intricate designs.
The faint aroma of lavender and rosemary filled the air, emanating from the expensive soaps and lotions that lined the shelves.There was also a hint of musky cologne, likely from Jackson’s personal grooming products.
The bathtub alone could drown a carriage horse, its rim perched on the backs of four lions sculpted from frosted ice.It was cool to the touch, but warmed quickly when she turned on the elaborate faucets.The towels were soft and plush, warming her fingers as she ran them over the fabric.A large vanity mirror reflected the opulence of the room.
Standing before it, she twisted her long hair into a knot before stepping into the tub and sighed with delight.It would not be hard to get used to this, she thought as she leaned against the gently curved back and closed her eyes.Sadly, it was not to be.She had to return home.While last night had been idyllic, it could not last.
She wokehim with a kiss when breakfast had been delivered.Jackson took her hand and pulled her into the bed as she let out a squeal that was quickly consumed by his lips.In an amazing short amount of time she was once again beneath him as he his strong hands cupped her bottom firmly and brought her pussy to his lips.
“You smell delicious,” he murmured against her thigh.“I must warn you, I’m a beast when I’m hungry.”
“Ahh,” she cried out, beginning to shake.“Our breakfast is on the table.”
“Yes, and you are right in front of me,” he replied before settling his mouth around her clit and sucking greedily.“Mmm, so sweet, so warm and wet,” he said between suckles.“You respond so wonderfully, your precious little button coming out of hiding and offering itself to me.I am undone, my darling.Simply undone.”
Crystalia screamed out, her hands gripping the bed clothes as he consumed her.Damn, he was a beast, forcing her to arch and squirm to get even closer.She ignored his chuckle, her head thrashing against the bed as she spun away into the stars, yet he still kept on, releasing one cheek to slide his finger into her, crooking it and petting another hidden part of her.She climaxed again, clamping wildly around him, her hands moving to his shoulders and urging him to take her fully.
“Oh, not yet, sweetheart,” he whispered.“Feel how you’re flowing into my hand like a delicate perfumed stream.I want more of that, my sweet brat, years’ worth of it, decades’ worth of it.I’ve been denied for so long,” he growled, his mouth claiming her once again.
Helpless and weak she cried out as he kept her dangling on the edge.Eventually she lost her grasp on reality.There was only this male, his mouth, his fingers to answer to.Everything else seemed a dream and she floated away over and over again until she knew no more.
When she awokehe was seated at a small table, seemingly inhaling his breakfast, which had been replaced with a monstrous meal.Rolling to her side, she peered at him through heavy lids.
“Ah, you’re awake at last,” he remarked with a smile.“Come and eat, my darling.We must keep up your strength.”
“What strength,” she moaned out.“I’m weak as a kitten.”
