The King

My return home from the battlefield was long. Every second of it I spent thinking of your face, longing to hold you in my arms as soon as I possibly could.

 

“Darling!”

“My love...”

“They told me they couldn’t find you…I thought you were gone, I...”

Your hands grasp at my face as you kiss me over and over again, hardly breathing between embraces. I break our kiss only to gaze upon your beauty. God, I missed your body. Your scent. Your silken hair between my fingers. 

“I know. It’s alright, my love. The enemy tried to split our army apart, but they failed. I promised you I would return, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did.”

 

I brush the tears streaming down your cheeks away with my thumbs. My hands are withered and calloused from my sword hilt, bloody with the remains of dead men. I hate for you to see me like this, my dear Queen, but it is my duty as King to protect my Kingdom. And all I hold dear within it.

You run your delicate fingers over my grazed cheek as I hold you in my arms. You touch your forehead to mine.

“Come. You need a bath.”

 

You take my hand in yours, so warm and protective, and lead me through our chambers. Your stride is determined, your gown of silk and velvet sweeping your feet as we walk. How did I become so lucky to have a Queen such as you at my side? Beside our hearth, a hot bath is being poured by a courtier.

“Leave us, please.”

 

She curtsies before leaving us entirely alone.

“I–my armour–”

You put a finger to my lips.

“Shh. I need no other maiden to assist me undressing my King.”

You unbuckle and remove each piece expertly, leaving me with not a stitch on my body, aching for the reprieve of the hot water. My heart softens as I watch you. You’re always so caring. My Queen: a strong but gentle heart. Loved by the court and our people.

Had I… Had I not made it home to you, I know the Kingdom would be safe in your hands.

“Here.”

You assist me into the bath. My battered and bruised body, after days and nights in the freezing cold, can finally relax. The cuts and scrapes sting in the water perfumed with spices and plants from the gardens, but I welcome their familiar scents. I am home.

You run the water up my hands, over my shoulders, down my back, through my hair, all over my body. Cupping your face, you look down at me with that bright smile that made me fall in love with you. I reach up and pull you to me.  We need no words.

I’ve missed how you taste. Your tongue exploring my mouth, my body growing weak with desire instead of exhaustion from battle. My wet hands wind up into your hair, gently pulling it back to expose your throat. Trailing kisses…all the way down...your throat to your breasts. The water soaks into your bodice.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be…I shall just take it off.”

 

You pull down your bodice, revealing your breasts. Cradling my head, you pull me to them. I massage and kiss the supple flesh. I can’t hold back. I need you. Now.

Your eyes stay locked onto mine as I rise from the tub, flitting down for a moment at my rock-hard cock. I pull you to me, your body like silk beneath my hands, and guide you backward to the bed.

I love how you take my cock in your hand, stroking me as I untie the laces of your dress. My fingers claw desperately at the fine thread. I cannot wait to give you the pleasure you’re giving me. The dress falls off your shoulders and to your feet.

You’re so beautiful. You bend down and...

Those eyes…that mischievous glint as you suck the tip. You always know how to make me feel good. My fingers rake into your hair, my hips thrusting softly. You run your tongue along my shaft, with a little kiss at the tip. When you crawl onto the bed, propped on your elbows, legs spread, a devilish smile on your pretty face...

“Make love to me.”

“Yes, my Queen.”

I pull back just slightly so I can watch your face as I tease the head of my cock at your entrance. I trail my fingertips so slowly down your breasts. Caressing them until your nipples harden beneath my touch. I want nothing more than to make you feel good. To show you how badly I missed you. How greatly I appreciate your presence in my life. 

Your eyes plead with mine for more. I slide my hand down your side and stroke your hip which slides up to meet my touch.

 
“Oh, darling...”

 

I swirl my fingers along your supple skin and you writhe in response to each little touch. I want you to feel how much I love you. How much I’ve missed you. I lay my lips against your neck and kiss that spot just beneath your ear that I know you love so much.

My cock is throbbing as I slide the tip inside you. You squeeze the base gently and sigh into my mouth.

“Only the gods know how much I love you…”

 

I need you. Oh, god, I need you. I thrust into you, slow, steady, so you can feel every inch of me…

“There! There, yes!”

 

You wrap your legs around me, pressing your heels into my backside. Guiding me deeper into you. Our foreheads press together… and we descend into the throes of pleasure…

I promised I’d come back to you, love. Even in our darkest hour of battle, I vowed to keep my promise. I’ll always come back to you, my love...

I thrust my length deeper… faster… into you. Your fingers squeeze at my back, your nails pressing deep into my skin. I can’t hold back… I need you…

“Gods, yes! Yes!”

 

You press one hand between your legs and pleasure yourself. I feel your inner sanctum squeezing my cock as you curl your fingers around the back of my neck. Please, my love, let me see your pleasure. Let me see how good I can make you feel.

“That’s it…let go…just for me.”

 

“There you go… Yes, that’s it.”

Oh God, how you squeeze around my cock...pulling me in deeper. I…oh, god, yes, yes! I can’t hold on much longer...

“Keep going, keep going, darling.”

 

Our faces are buried in each other’s necks. Our skin slick with sweat. We just bask in steadying breath...in each other’s arms. I pull you as close I can to me, resting my head on your chest, your sweet scent heavenly as you softly stroke your fingers in my hair.

“I missed you so much…and I quite missed that as well.”

 

I stare down into your beautiful eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. I place a soft kiss on your lips.

“Of course you did, my Queen.”

“Never leave me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, darling.”