Far from just being led to a table to rest, Viina Secela had decided to call it a night for the evening, leaving the rest of the people from the Metron Kingdom unmolested for the night.
Well, mostly unmolested. Raiden had fended off the Queen, however that just made him more desirable in the eyes of the court ladies, who flocked to his side, despite the myriad of protests he gave them.
“What is that idiot doing?” Lucina muttered as she took a slice of cake from the refreshments table. The Primal Kingdom, for all their love of spices and things that generally burned your mouth, had an appreciation for the finest of confectionaries as well.
The current article on her plate was a chocolate cake base, with lemon frosting and orange shavings on top to add a bit of zest. It was a brilliant recipe, and one which Lucina delighted in all the more.
“Don’t be too hard on him, Princess Lucina. I’m sure this is much more difficult for him than it is for us.” Lucina turned to see Winter Strafe walking up behind her, a glass of champagne in her hand. Although Winter was the shorter of the two of them, she wasn’t the least bit intimidated by Lucina, and the Princess appreciated her for that.
Too many times to count, Lucina had acted stupid, dumb, or lecherously incoherent in an attempt to not scare off the people around her with her intellect. It even still showed when she interacted with Joshua sometimes, and she cursed herself for it.
However, Winter always managed to catch her at her brooding worst, and never seemed to feel unsettled or out of place by how many gears were turning in her head at one time.
“Yes… you are intimately familiar with his lover back in the Metronian Kingdom, I suppose. Tell me, what kind of person is Leray?” Either not expecting to hear her name from Lucina’s lips, or just not paying attention while she was eating, Winter stiffened up upon hearing the question, and mechanically turned towards Lucina.
“Leray is… very much like you.” Lucina raised an eyebrow at her inquisitively, prompting Winter to continue. “She’s always thinking about something of great importance, without ever giving away what that thing is. She likes to manipulate from the shadows, so as not to put those close to her in harm’s way.”
Winter chuckled nervously, “I suppose that didn’t work out too well though, since you know who she is, and what she does.”
Lucina returned Winter’s forced laughter with a genuine smile of her own. “No, she is doing a wonderful job. The only reason I know about her is because of Joshua. That being said, I would like to meet her in person. Maybe we can celebrate our victory at her bar when we return to the Kingdom?”
Winter smiled, and raised her wine glass to Lucina. “I think I’d like that, Princess Metron.”
Lucina raised her glass as well, and lightly tapped Winter’s with it. “The pleasure would be all mine, Ms. Strafe.”
They each threw back their respective glasses, each one being no stranger to consuming large amounts of alcohol. “I’m so glad I got the grape wine.” Winter smiled, staring at Lucina’s glass.
“Had I actually tried the contamination, I fear I would have been out of commission for the night.” Winter shuddered at the thought, and Lucina opened her mouth to say something when a deep baritone voice interrupted her.
“Celebrating your win already, eh?” Barret Secela, dressed up in a scarlet tuxedo and blue dress shirt, walked up behind them.
Lucina caught him staring at her ensemble, and part of her wanted to laugh that he would stare at all, while the other part felt elated that, like many others at the party had shown with their stares and their inaction, that she was an unreachable flower.
Lucina thought back to Joshua’s discipline only a week prior. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘mostly unreachable.’
“To what do we owe this pleasure?” Lucina asked, tilting her head, and purposefully giving Barret a full view of her cleavage.
As she had expected, his eyes were drawn to her breasts like metal to a magnet, and a cruel smile played across her lips, before she remembered where she was and quickly hid it.
Barret cleared his throat and looked around awkwardly. “I… I just… wanted to see how you were doing.”
Lucina’s smile returned. ‘Ah… so he still has an interest in me, even after all these years?’ She quickly let go of those thoughts, and started to speak.
“I’m doing well. My little sister hammered out a new trade deal with the Luong Empire, and resources have been plentiful in funding our war game effort here. As soon as this one finishes, Paladin Cole must head out for another immediately after. Truly, no rest for the wicked.”
Barret’s smile slowly faded, and he spoke softly, “Speaking of which, I wanted to get what you think of the Paladin.” Barret said, a hint of trepidation in his voice.
“Why?” Winter asked. Lucina wanted to sigh. She was always going to be a hammer, and never a knife, in these situations. “Haven’t you met him already?”
She looked down at his dominant hand. “Uh, no offense intended, but I think you got more than a little up close with Master Cole previously.”
Barett scoffed, and rolled his eyes. “Obviously. However, that was his appearance in a public setting. I want to know what he is like behind the scenes.”
This time, it was Lucina who returned a frigid look of her own. “Please, Barett. You don’t actually care about that. Who put you up to this? Your mother?” Lucina stared him down, practically begging Barett to get into a war of words with her.
Unfortunately, it was Lucina who ended up shocked into silence when Barett took a very active roll in laughing off her anger. “Well, I won’t deny that someone did tell me to ask, but the decision was wholeheartedly mine. I’m sorry I hurt you all those years before, Lucina. I wasn’t enough of a man then to court you, but I’m glad someone else is now. I just wanted to make sure the relationship wasn’t toxic. Have a nice night.”
Just like that, Prince Secela left, leaving Lucina stupefied in his wake. She swirled the contamination around in her glass before frowning and downing the rest in one gulp. “Fuck the Primals.” She uttered.
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“So, Leo? What do you think?” Christna asked as she stared Lilian straight in the eyes.
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Lilian returned her gaze, and plastered a stereotypical smile on his face. ‘I think I need to legally change my name to Leo when I get back.’ He thought.
Christna Ramire clung tightly to Lilian’s arm, and looked up at him with reverence in her eyes. Ever since it had slipped during a post-coitus cuddle that Lilian was secretly working for the Metronian Kingdom, and not just that, but working directly for the newly appointed paladin as his number two, Christna had barely given him time to breathe.
She constantly reminded him of how romantic it was, and that star crossed lovers like them would be destined for greatness. She had kept his information a secret from her father, and he felt like he owed it to her to come clean at the end of the war game.
“It’s wonderful.” Lilian said, answering Christna’s question for the thirteenth time. “Of course I’d take you with me. I do love you, despite what you may think.”
Despite his words, he had no intentions for this relationship to last more than his time in the Primal Kingdom. He was an espionage agent, and would never be able to give her the kind of home life that she deserved.
She giggled as he tapped a finger to her nose, a noise which instantly stilled as she spotted something over his shoulder.
He turned to see what had attracted her attention, and immediately regretted the choice. Warrior King Ramire was staring him down, with a bottle of contamination in one hand, and a piece of cake in the other.
“Eat.” He spoke, shoving the cake into Christna’s mouth. She looked at him with anger in her eyes, but his own gaze left no room for debate.
“Mmf, mm.” Her muffled voice of dissatisfaction was the only advice Lilian got before she got up, and left him alone with her father.
“It is an honor, Warrior King.” Lilian said, standing up and bowing at a 90 degree angle. “I’ve heard much about your magnanimousness, and-”
A hand on his shoulder stopped Lilian’s momentum dead. Peter Ramire sighed and took a seat, signaling for Lilian to do the same.
Unwilling to disappoint or anger his future father in law in any way, Lilian obliged, sitting down and watching nervously as the king filled up two glasses with the spicy wine in his hand.
“A toast. To you and my daughter.” Lilian stared wide eyed at the Warrior King. He absentmindedly clinked the glass with Peter’s and downed it as the king had done.
“Before you say anything,” the king started, “know that I appreciate what you have done for my family. Your presence has had a beneficial impact on my daughter, helping her grow into the adult the family wished she would be. For that, you have my thanks.”
Lilian just bowed uncomfortably, unused to direct praise from anyone besides Christna. “Please, your daughter has taken care of me far more than the opposite. It is my pleasure to have her in my life.”
Peter just gave Lilian a look, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Eventually, Peter sighed, surprising Lilian more than it probably should have.
“Listen Leo, I know who you’re working for.” Lilian’s blood froze, and he mentally opened a message box to contact Joshua, but stopped when he saw the expression on Peter’s face.
“I don’t mind, contrary to my daughter’s beliefs. Please, I just have a request of you, from a foolish father who dotes on his daughter: take her with you when you leave.” Lilian’s eyes widened, causing Peter Ramire to smirk.
“I know what you think, but after the war game, the Primal Kingdom is going to go through an uprising, a revolution. No one will be safe, so I need to make sure at least Christna is. Do I have your word?”
Lilian nodded meekly, and the Warrior King smiled. “Good. I’ll be counting on you then, Lilian.”
That last remark left him doubly stunned, and as soon as he had come, the Warrior King had gone to enjoy the rest of the party.
“Well shit.” Lilian rubbed his eyes. “I guess I should just rip off the bandage and ask Joshua now.”
He snapped his fingers, and a radar appeared on screen, and blinked once before going dark. Lilian just stared, stupefied by the display.
“Huh? Where did Joshua go?”
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“So, how do you want to do this, Reya?” Reya asked herself, and her heart began to race inside the local hotel. However, she wished they were in the safety of their temporary bunker. The kingdom had founded it long ago within the territory of the Warrior King, with the understanding that if need be, it could become an evacuation shelter for people in need.
Why was that important right now? It wasn’t. Reya was just trying to distract herself from the impending embarrassment of the situation.
Only a few minutes before, she was so excited, and practically ordered him to strip in front of her. He refused, of course, and instead opted to take a shower. He told her that she should shower too, even though they were about to get filthy. Her first time would be better that way.
She shamefully skulked into the bathroom across the way from Joshua’s, and it was only after she let her dress fall off her body that she realized what was about to happen.
Reya took her shower and came out, looking herself over in the mirror first. Her skin was darkened by tattoos, but there were some patches of tan left in there. Her ruby red hair complimented her eyes well, and framed her face in a way that she liked.
She moved her gaze down her body, thanking the gods that her breasts were nice and shapely. Sure, they weren’t as big as her cow of a sister’s, but they were pretty enviable.
Then, her gaze went even further, down to her abdomen. “Fuck! Should I not have shaved!? What if he thinks I’m a slut!?”
“I already think that!” Joshua shouted back from the opposite shower, causing an unending amount of suffering for Reya as she left the shower, and sat down on the bed. Reya’s heart was pounding as she realized that the inevitable was about to happen.
“Well, have you decided?” Reya’s eyes zeroed in on the paladin’s member as he put one hand over her shoulder and used the other to push her down to the bed.
“I-I’d like my first time to just be normal.” Reya said nervously. She knew that she should maintain her persona, but was mentally unable due to the circumstances of the situation.
“Normal is so boring.” Joshua sighed, as he used a finger to tilt her chin up, making her look at his eyes instead of his dick. “You’ll have plenty of time to look later. Before we do this, I want confirmation: are you sure that this is the request that you want fulfilled?”
Reya took his head in her hands, and brought it closer to her own. Their teeth clacked as Reya raised her face to meet his, and she put a hand over her mouth in embarrassment. However, Joshua just took it in stride, removing Reya’s hand and planting a gentle kiss on her lips.
Reya’s heart fluttered as she searched for more, and soon, their playful pecks had evolved into passionate tongue twisting. Reya’s tongue was virtually still as she let Joshua do all the work. She gasped as his rough fingers played with her entrance, and her hands grabbed fistfuls of sheets.
“Calm down, and just try to enjoy it.” He whispered into her ear. Reya did enjoy it, probably a little too much for her own good. It felt like sparks were engulfing her hips, and she felt her own nipples begin to get erect.
Her hole tightened as Joshua inserted his fingers, and used his thumb to stimulate her clit as he fingered her. He used his other hand to rub Reya’s breasts, while using his mouth to begin another round of kissing.
Reya’s legs spasmed uncontrollably, and, in her state of bliss, she thought about how much better it felt to have the stimulation be foreign in origin, than from her own fingers.
She came, and in her mind, the moment stretched, giving her a few seconds of bliss before she found Joshua’s member shoved into her face.
“Well? Don’t just lie there. Repay the favor.” He commanded, and such was Reya’s mind that she immediately went to work, taking him into her mouth, licking and sucking as much as her shallow mouth would allow.
After a few minutes of this, Joshua held her head down as far as it would go, causing Reya to choke and sputter after coming up for air. “Good girl.” He said, and kissed her head.
She was still nervous as Joshua spread her legs, and placed himself right at her entrance. Then, he thrust. Reya cried out in pain as he spread her open, clawing at his back and wrapping her legs around him.
“It’s alright now. You’ve taken it all.” He kissed her again. “I’m going to start moving now, ok?” Reya nodded slowly, and enjoyed his slow, methodical thrusts. He rubbed her breasts slowly, and began to kiss her all over. Her chest, her neck, her shoulders, and her head.
Reya was reeling at all the stimulation, and came again. Unfortunately for her, Joshua noticed, and shifted their position so that she was on top of him in missionary.
“Come on now, I’m not even close to tired.” He said with a slight smile. “We still have about an hour before the rest of them come back.”