Crazy Duke and Fallen Queen

Warning: smut content

After bathing and swimming for a while, I've almost forgotten that I was craving for Alexander's touch. I'm still not certain that this urge is healthy, though.

Maybe, I've gone crazy exactly like my Duke.

Once my skin is clean, though, I feel like it would be a pity if it wasn't touched. I turn to Alexander who's sitting in the corner of the pool with his eyes closed and his arms rested on the borders.

It would be a pity to disturb him while he's relaxing.

I sit by his side and place my arms on the border. I lean my head on a hand and face the outside of the pool.

«Did you have fun, yesterday?» he asks without opening his eyes.

«Quite much. I made some acquaintances. I also asked them to come here for a tea party.»

«Do I know the lucky ladies?»

«You're assuming they're ladies.»

Now, he opens an eye and stares at me dumbfounded.

«Have you invited a gentleman over to talk politics?» he mumbles.

«What if I did?» I inquire. I sit on the stair next to him and wait for his reaction. His expression is so amusing. Is he really believing me?

«I want to be there as well!» he exclaims.

I blink surprised. He doesn't sound jealous. Not even a bit.

Lady Anne Mary must have interpreted my husband's behaviour wrongly. He's more curious than annoyed, right now.

«You want to steal my friends!» I exclaim when a better excuse doesn't come to mind. Still, this is so funny.

What kind of fine lady would invite a stranger for tea? I am a bit uneducated for a duchess, but I still remember the basic rules of society. As a married woman, I don't really need to have any contact with other men. Except for formal events, where one needs to speak with many people.

However, having tea in a private room with a man is out of the question. Unless that man is my own husband, naturally. I'm not completely sure if the latter is allowed, by the way. Ethirians follow odd rules.

«I don't,» Alexander chuckles. He moves closer to me and surrounds my waist with an arm, dragging me in his embrace. «I don't need your friends.»

«Oh, right,» I roll my eyes. «You have yours.»

«You sound jealous, my Duchess. Are you afraid I'll spend more time with them than with you?»

«Isn't that a normal occurrence, here in the Empire?»

«In the Empire, maybe. Still, we're in Kyre.»

«So?»

«So, I can stay as much as I want with my wife.»

«Isn't there even a single law protecting me from this?» I inquire. «You can't treat your wife like that!»

«Can't I?» he mutters, breathing on my wet neck. He pulls me on his lap and wraps me so that I can't run away.

«It turns out that you can, indeed.»

«Does it bother you so much, Thea? Do you want me to stay further from you?»

I tilt my head and let him have access to the side of my neck and shoulder.

«No,» I whisper. «I'm fine like this...»

His lips finally touch my skin, and I breathe relieved by the contact I've been longing for, for days. Just a simple peck is enough to make me shiver, even if I'm soaking in a pool of hot water.

I sink my fingers in Alexander's hair and search for his mouth. I rub my lips on his until he decides to kiss me in his usual passionate way. I split my legs and sit astride, and I press my breasts on his chest.

I let my fingers caress his muscles, moving down on his abs. Before I can do anything, Alexander catches my hand and moves it out of the water.

«Do not rush,» he whispers. I entwine our fingers, transforming his gesture of control into one of tenderness. I return to kiss him, and he lets me do.

«No rushing,» I agree. Even though I'm sure I'll regret it in a few minutes.

In fact, this decision seems to be valid only for me, since Alexander starts touching me down there immediately after nodding to my words. One of his hands is still holding mine, while the other is caressing my secret place.

I gasp and split my lips from his just to take a breath, but then my throat lets another naughty sound. I lean my forehead on Alexander's shoulder and moan, sigh and pant under his impeccable technique.

My stomach tenses up and my feet curl underwater.

However, his touch isn't enough to make me reach the clouds. Not this time.

I want him in any way he's willing to accept, and I want him now.

«Alexander,» I whisper, «please...»

«Mhm? What?» he inquires, apparently oblivious to my darker desires. «What do you need, my dear?»

«You,» I add, certain that my face has turned purple from embarrassment. Also, the steam from the pool doesn't help with that.

«Me?»

«Right,» I nod. «I need you.»

«If that's the case, how can I say no?» he shrugs. He surrounds my waist once more, and he hoists me on the border of the pool. «But not in the water,» he explains.

I'd like to ask why not, but his face is so solemn and focused that I can't find the courage. In the end, it's fine this way.

When Alexander pushes me down with his weight, I grab his shoulders by instinct, but his arm is already shielding my head. I fall on the floor like a sack of barley, and I stare at him in anticipation.

Alexander moves back, parting our bodies and grinning cunningly at me. He grabs my ankle and brings it to his mouth. He kisses my calf, and he moves up too slow. His lips don't burn as usual, mainly because of the heat in the pool. However, this contact makes me crazy.

His teeth sink in my lower leg, and I arch my back in surprise. He starts kissing my inner thigh, and I gasp, wondering whether he'll do that wonderful thing with his tongue.

When he bites me close to my secret part, I moan in complaint and pray that he stops teasing me like this. His hand is still gripping my ankle, and he moves back for a moment. He positions my leg on his shoulder, and he presses down just a bit.

Thanks to the hot bath, my joints are elastic enough to let him do this weird thing. When my leg is bent half-way, and his face is a bit closer to mine, he murmurs something and observes my face attentively.

«Is it all right?» he inquires, trying to figure out if it hurts.

I just nod, and he pushes my leg a bit more. Now, it's almost touching my shoulder, but it doesn't hurt. The only bother is that I feel the muscles in my thigh stretching, but I can handle this. I fold the other leg, and my bottom is lifted from the floor. However, it makes it easier to bear.

I understand why he's insisting on taking this position only when we join our bodies. Like this, he can reach deeper in me, and every thrust brings me closer to heaven. I start to scream in pleasure, and not even the thought that I'm acting indecently can help me regain my sanity. The fingers of my left hand clasp the floor, and my body is pressed down over and over again.

My right hand is still entwined with Alexander's. Without noticing, we didn't let go of each other.

The pavers are wet and slippery, but I don't even notice the discomfort. The only thing I can think of is this amazing feeling and the man that is bringing it to me.

«Alexander!» I call him, uncertain whether I'm just shouting in pleasure or trying to reward him for his efforts.

I repeat his name a couple of times more, but no matter how hard I try, I can't resist too long. I arch my back and breathe heavily. My legs quiver, and my muscles tense up. I close my eyes and drown in the cloud of my emotions.

However, no matter how intense my climax was, it doesn't affect my husband as much. He's still so full of energies and willing to experiment with me.

He moves back just enough to let me move my leg to the side and encircle his hips, and he continues undisturbed with his job. I can finally grab his shoulders, and I kiss his lips fiercely. I bite his lower lip, and I get the first punishment for being naughty.

Alexander grabs my arms and pushes me down, whispering to my ear that I've been too brave for his tastes.

He doesn't let me kiss him anymore, but that doesn't deprive me of the pleasure. Also, this looks like the beginning of a long morning. I wonder how many weird things I'll be doing today.

I shout again, filling the hall with my voice. I hope that the acoustic isn't as good outside, or the whole castle will wonder who's torturing this Duchess.