Tian and Castien are finally alone and have some time to play. This week I chose a picture for the prompt. Okay, I have to admit that I messed up. I used the wrong set of prompts and couldn't change the story to fit one of the new ones. As the chapter is full of hearts and food I thought this one wouldn't be too bad
Seeing my
beautiful prince in such pain and fear hurts me. I would like to hurt those who
caused him to doubt himself so greatly. Perhaps one day I will. For now, I must
concentrate on making him feel better. It matters not how much I tell him of my
love, I see he cannot believe me. Therefore, I must show him, in the only way I
know how.
I love the way
my prince lights at my touch. He is so responsive. The merest brush of my
fingers over his skin sends shivers through him that stir his very core. I see
it reflected in his eyes, smell it through his pores. If I inhale deeply enough
I can breathe in the essence of his soul. It is pure.
Making love to
Castien is beautiful. He gives himself to me completely; far more than anyone
else ever has. Touching his body makes my own tighten and twitch. He exposes
himself to me completely; hides nothing. He is laid out before me like a feast
and I allow my eyes to rove its curves and dips. Last time, we coupled hard,
burning with desire. This time I will make it last. I will move slowly, gently
explore.
My hands roam
aimlessly, every touch making my beloved twitch and squirm. He tries so hard to
remain still, but his body reacts instantly and completely.
“Tian,” he
moans. I know what he wants but I am in no hurry to give it to him. First I
must make him forget.
I trail my
fingers down over his chest and abdomen, lightly raking him with my nails.
Sweet whimpers escape, with soft mewls that form my name.
“Please.”
I rest a
finger against his lips. “In time, my love.”
Castien grabs
my wrist and holds it in place as he sucks my finger into his mouth and
suckles. Oh, that feels good. So good.
I throw back
my head and close my eyes. I had not intended to move beyond touching for some
time but sometimes the body makes its own rules. I find that I am rubbing
myself against him. I don’t remember beginning, but if I don’t stop it will end
all too quickly.
“Patience,
love,” I whisper and slide down his body to kiss his belly. I wriggle between
his legs and slip off the bed, rising to my feet.
“What? Wait.
No. Come back. Don’t leave me.”
“You think I
am leaving? When did I say that?”
“I…. You
didn’t. You…. But….”
Moving around
the bed I let a kiss fall onto his lips. “I am going nowhere unless you come
too.”
“Then what…?”
“Wait. I will
be but a moment.”
Castien raises
himself on his elbows and watches me as I cross the room to the bath chamber.
As I hoped,
the food has been replenished. There is little enough that I am familiar with,
but I would be poor indeed to not know the difference between meat and fish,
vegetable and fruit. I chose a selection of sweet and bitter fruit, a glass of
ice and a jug of thick cream, and carry it back into the bedroom.
“You went for
food? But I’m not hungry.”
Laying the
food on a table at the side of the bed I shuck the rest of my clothes and stand
over him. “But food is not just for
eating.”
“It’s not?”
Castien’s eyes widen, and I see excitement, anticipation and… damn that fear.
Will I ever see him free of it?
First, I take
the flesh of a bitter–sweet fruit and squeeze it onto his stomach. Castien arches his back
with a little cry that makes my cock twitch. The sweet liquid trickled down his
sides and I lick them clean, the stickiness of the liquid coating my face as I
nuzzle his soft skin. When I am done, I kiss him so he may also taste. He is
smiling now.
As I kiss
my prince, I reach for more fruit and squeeze the juices over his stomach and
abdomen. He groans into my mouth, the sound sweeter than any fruit. I take my
time, rubbing juice into his body, then raise my head to gaze down at him. He
is panting, his eyes hungry. There is no room for fear now. I believe I may be
smirking.
Taking the
jug of cream, I hold it high, and allow the thick liquid to trickle onto
Castien’s body. He closes his eyes and shivers. “Mmm I like that.”
“Good, my
love. Tell me what you want.”
“Lick me. I
want you to lick me. I want to feel your touch – your hands, your tongue. I
want to feel you. All of you.”
“As you
wish, My Prince.”
Carefully
replacing the jug, I mix the cream with the juice and begin to lick.
Castien
squirms and giggles. “You tickle me,” he laughs.
“Is that
not a good thing.”
“No. I mean
yes, I think. It’s a good thing; a good thing.”
I take time
with my exploration of his body, lengthening or shortening the strokes of my
tongue sometimes to provoke laughter and sometimes gasps. I suck, I nip, I
nibble. By the end, Castien is breathing hard, squirming under my face. We are
both very sticky.
“I want
you,” Castien rasps. “No more teasing. I want you now.”
“Not quite
yet. Be patient and you will be rewarded.”
“Rewarded?
How?”
Smiling, I
pop two ice cubes into my mouth and roll them with my tongue. Castien is
spellbound.
“What are
you going to do with those? Don’t drop them on me.”
Still
smiling, I bend my head and suck hard on his nipple, making sure the sensitive
nub comes into contact with the ice.
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