Chapter 245: He Who Sits Upon the Throne [R-18]

“Diana… what are you doing?”

“I asked you first,” Diana leaned closer. She pressed her hands flat against his shoulders, forcing him further down into the cushions. “What were you doing alone with her?”

As she leaned in, Kurt picked up a sweet aroma of wine clinging to her breath.

“Wait… are you drunk?”

“I am… not drunk,” she shot back, though a beautiful flush colored her cheeks.

“I’ve only had a little to drink while speaking with those… insufferable principals. Barely a glass. Nowhere near enough to intoxicate me… *hic*.

“Now. Stop trying to change the subject. Tell me what you and Faye were doing.”

As she spoke, her fingers curled inward, and her perfectly manicured nails dug sharply through the fabric of his tailored suit into his shoulders.

“H-Hey, stop that. You’re going to ruin this nice suit.”

Her grip tightened. “Rosie…”

“Okay, okay. I’ll talk. We weren’t ‘doing’ anything. She asked to speak in private because we were discussing highly sensitive information regarding the death of her mother.”

“The Queen’s assassination? Why in the world would the First Princess want to discuss a two-decade-old cold case with you, of all people?”

“Because the Cult is involved. Faye has been keeping tabs on my recent events – specifically my track record of capturing and killing cultists. She believes I have the skills to track down her mother’s killer.”

Diana slowly relaxed her grip on his shoulders, processing the information. “Is… is that why she looked so heartbroken when she ran out of the garden? Come to think of it, for a split second, I thought I saw Junior and Kiana right before I snatched you away.”

“No, you did see them. The reason Faye looked like she was about to have a breakdown wasn’t because of anything I said. The twins were eavesdropping on us. Kiana stepped out and brought up… classified, and sensitive information regarding the case. It derailed the conversation and upset Faye.”

The dangerous, possessive fire in Diana’s eyes extinguished, replaced by a sudden, overwhelming wave of melancholy. She slumped forward, wrapping her arms tightly around Kurt’s neck and burying her face in the crook of his neck.

*Sob*

‘Huh!?’

A shuddering breath hitched in her chest. A second later, Kurt felt the warm dampness of tears soaking into his collar as she let out a soft cry.

“Whoa, hey…” Kurt immediately wrapped his arms around her slender waist, gently rubbing the middle of her back. “Ana? Why are you crying all of a sudden? What’s wrong?”

“It’s because… every time I see you with another woman… it’s like I completely lose control of myself.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Everything’s gonna be okay. Are you sure you only had a ‘little’ to drink?”

In response, Diana cried a little louder. Kurt panicked, quickly pulling her closer and gently stroking the back of her head, running his fingers through her loose hair.

“Shh, don’t cry. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Diana sniffled against his neck, her voice laced with a heart-wrenching, cute vulnerability. “I’m sorry I get so jealous so easily. But… but it’s your fault, Rosie. You made me like this. You made me love you this much.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, Diana. I’ll do anything to make it up to you, okay? Just please don’t cry.”

The second those words left his mouth, the crying immediately stopped.

“… Ana?”

Slowly, she lifted her face from his neck.

There were no more tears in her eyes. Instead, they were shining with a dangerously cunning, and possessive light. A beautifully wicked smile stretched across her red lips.

Before Kurt could even process how flawlessly he had just been manipulated, Diana leaned down and captured his lips in a deep, intoxicating, and desperate kiss. She kissed him until his head spun, the sweet taste of wine and raw passion flooding his senses.

Breaking the kiss with a breathy gasp, Diana reached down between them, her nimble fingers finding the silver buckle of his belt.

“Whoa!” Kurt hissed under his breath, snapping out of his daze and catching her wrists. “Diana, wait! Do you know where we are right now?! This is the King’s throne!”

“I know,” she whispered back and easily slipped her hands out of his grip. “That makes it even hotter. And I bet no one has ever done what we are about to do on this seat.”

“This is–! This is insane. Anyone could walk in at any moment.”

Diana smiled confidently, leaning her weight against his chest. “No one is coming in. The entire court is outside in the back gardens. And Maxy is probably sitting in his room being broody. We’re all alone.”

She effortlessly undid his belt buckle.

“Diana–”

“Rosie. You just said you’d do whatever I want to make it up to me. I want this. I want you. Right here. Right now.”

“Can’t we save this for tomorrow’s date?”

However, seeing her cute pout, Kurt’s last shreds of restraint burned away. He let out a defeated, captivated smile.

“You fight dirty, Principal Diana Valentine.”

He lifted his hips slightly off the throne, giving her the clearance she needed. Happy and vibrating with excitement, Diana gave his dark trousers a final, decisive pull, pushing the fabric down his thighs to free him.

“Rosie… you’re still limp.”

“There’s an easy solution to that.”

Reaching up, Kurt slid his hands around the smooth fabric of her back, going down until firmly grasping the soft, generous curves of her ass.

Smack!

“Ahn~!”

“Pay attention, alright? He squeezed her ass cheeks deeply, caressing them while tilting his head up to press hot kisses along her exposed neck and delicate collarbone.

“Mmm… Rosie… yes…”

Diana let out a needy moan at the sudden sensation. She instinctively ground her hips down against him as the heat spread between her legs.

It didn’t take long. Beneath her, Kurt grew thick and rigid, his full length pressing hot against her crotch.

“We have to be quick,” he whispered.

“I… I don’t care about quick… just give it to me…”

She hiked the high slit of her midnight-black dress up past her waist and moved her soaked lacey panties to the side. Then, she wrapped her hand around his cock and guided the head until it poked right against her slick, throbbing entrance.

Looking straight into his eye with a passion, Diana set herself down and sank all the way down in one continuous motion.

*S-Squelch…*

“Mmaahh~ Haaahn~!” She threw her head back as she swallowed his entire length in one go. Her walls tightened violently around him, completely drenched in her slick warmth.

“F-Fuck, Ana… You feel so good…”

“It’s… it’s because of you…You make me… ah!… so needy…”

Taking charge of the dynamic, Diana began to ride him on the throne. She started slowly, lifting her hips high before plunging back down, swaying her hip forward and back, and drawing out wet sounds with every deep press.

*Squelch…* *Squelch…* *Squelch…*

“Mmm… oh, shit… Rosie… it’s so deep… ah~!” Diana moaned as she found her rhythm.

“Is it?” Kurt smirked, reaching up to slap her bare thigh—SLAP!

“Ahhn~!”

“Then go faster. I told you, we have to be quick.”

“Mmm~ Ok~”

The drunken Diana obeyed without hesitation. Her sensual pace broke into a wild, relentless rhythm as she bounced hard atop his lap, slamming her body down into him with a fierce intensity. The initial soft sounds rapidly dissolved into a loud chorus of wet, heavy impacts.

*PLAP~!* *PLAP~!* *PLAP~!* *PLAP~!*

“Ah~! Ah~! Ah~! Rosie~! Ahhn~! Yes~! Just like that~!” Diana cried out, completely unbothered by the sacred location as she rode him harder and harder. The plush throne creaked under their combined weight with every hard downward press.

“Tell me… ah!… tell me I’m yours! Say it!”

“Fuuck… You’re… mine, Ana! Every part of your body and soul!” Kurt moaned as he lifted his hips to meet her downward drops with forceful thrusts.

*PLAP~!* *SQUELCH~!* *PLAP~!* *SQUELCH!*

“AHH~! Yes~! Mmmhn~! Harder, Rosie~! Harder~!” Diana pleaded as her hair cascaded around her flushed face.

Kurt suddenly grabbed her waist, stopping her momentum mid-bounce.

“R-Rosie…?”

“Turn around. Let’s see how much you like this position.”

Diana felt a thrill of excitement shoot through her. She lifted her hips, carefully spinning around on his lap until her back was flush against his chest. She then spread her legs and sank right back down onto his cock.

*S-SQUELCH~!*

“Oof… a-ah!” Her head fell onto his shoulder as she took him all in.

Kurt reached around her sides, grabbing the top of her dress and pulling it down past her chest, freeing her gorgeous breasts.

He wrapped his hand over her soft peaks, squeezing them, and thumbing her hardened tips while he drove his hips upward into her pussy.

*PLAP~!* *PLAP~!* *PLAP~!* *PLAP~!*

The new angle allowed him to hit her deepest, most sensitive spot with ecstatic precision. Every time he thrust upward, the stinging sound of his thighs hitting against her ass echoed through the empty hall, mixed with the wet insertion of their union.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Rosie! Ahhn! Yes! Just~! Like~! THAT—MMMF! HMMM~!”

Kurt let go of her breast and covered her mouth right as she was about to get too loud. She grabbed his knees for leverage.

*PLAP~!* *SQUELCH~!* *PLAP~!* *SQUELCH!*

“You’re completely out of your mind right now, Diana~ Hahaha~” He chuckled throatily in her ear, biting down gently on her earlobe as he pounded her relentlessly from behind.

“MMMM~! OSIEMMNNN~! HMMF~! HMMF~!”

The sheer noise of their lovemaking has become deafening inside the silent throne room. The wet sounds of flesh on flesh, the constant pounding, and the incredibly drenched squelching of cock in pussy reverberated off the high stained-glass windows.

Unable to take the agony of the reverse angle any longer, Diana freed her mouth and turned her head, seeking his mouth.

Kurt captured her lips in a wild, messy kiss, their tongues tangling as he slammed upward into her again and again, refusing to give her a single second to catch her breath.

*PLAP~!* *PLAP~!* *PLAP~!* *SQUELCH~!*

“Mmmph~! Ah-mmn~!” Diana muffled her moans directly into his mouth while holding the hand which was on her breast. Her inner walls kept squeezing his cock in violent, involuntary spasms as if it had a mind of its own.

He suddenly grabbed her waist, stopping both their momentum mid-bounce once again.

Panting hard, she broke their kiss and looked at him with glazed over eyes. *Huff* “R-Rosie…?”

“Get up and turn around, it’s time to finish this.”

Before she could process it, Kurt lifted her off his lap. He turned her around and pushed her forward over the seat.

Diana dropped forward, her upper body draped over the plush seat while she held onto the armrests for support. Her midnight gown was bunched up entirely around her waist, exposing her smooth, trembling thighs and her red, thoroughly used, ass to him.

He stood up behind her, taking a firm stance and grabbed her hips to align himself. He then drove his entire cock home in one full stroke.

SMACK—SQUELCH~!!!

“AHHHHHHHNNN~!”

Her toes curled as her head slammed down against the cushion. “SO DEEP~! SO FUCKING DEEP~! ROSIE~!”

Without giving her time to adjust, Kurt pulled back to the head before burying himself all the way to the hilt, setting a savage pace from behind.

*PLAP~!* *PLAP~!* *PLAP~!**PLAP~!* *PLAP~!*

The sound was ecstatic chaos incarnate.

His hips slammed into her ass cheeks with rapid force, the heavy impact ringing through the throne room as if it were a war drum.

*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP~!* *SQUELCH-SQUELCH~!*

“Ah~! Ah~! Ah~! Rosie~! You’re breaking me~! Ahhn~! It’s too much~!” Diana grit her teeth and cried out in pure bliss.

She tried to push back against him, but Kurt held her hips with an iron grip, locking her in place.

SLAP~!

The sharp sound sparked another wave of intense heat through her body as he struck her ass again.

“You asked for this, Ana~!” Kurt breathed hot against her back as he pounded into her without restraint. “You said you wanted me right here, right now. Take it! Take it all!”

“YES! YES! I WANT IT! HAHHHN I WANT IT SO BAD~! CUM INSIDE ME, ROSIE~! FILL ME UP~! FILL MY FUCKING PUSSY UP ON THIS THRONE~!”

*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP~!* *SQUELCH-SQUELCH~!*

The pace grew downright hypnotic.

As Kurt drove into her deeper and faster, Diana’s body quivered violently, and her internal walls gripped him so tight it was nearly suffocating.

“Rosie! I’m… I’m cumming! AHHH! I’M CUMMING!”

*PSSSSST~!* *PSSSSST~!*

Her inner muscles clamped down around his cock in a series of unrelenting pulses. The tightness and the drenched friction shattered Kurt’s final control.

“Ana…!”

With a final pump, he pulled her hips back as far as they would go and thrust deep into her pussy.

SMACK—SQUELCH~!

He came deep inside her, releasing his hot seed and filling her to the brim.

Diana let out a prolonged, breathless, whimper. Her body shook uncontrollably as her orgasm ripped through her. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her mind until her vision turned completely white.

*Squelch…* *squelch…*

Kurt held her tight against him as he finished, carefully pulling out of her wet pussy.

A slick trail quickly spilled out onto her inner thighs, drawing a tiny, exhausted whimper from the spent woman.

For a long, unbroken minute, there was just silence in the throne room, save for their heavy, ragged breathing.

Completely exhausted and breathless, Diana slumped forward and collapsed against the plush red fabric of the throne.

Kurt leaned forward and rested his forehead against her damp shoulder, trying to steady his racing heart.

Then—

CLANK… CLANK… CLANK…

The distinct sound of armored footsteps echoed from the marble hallway outside, accompanied by the muffled voices of approaching royal guards. They were heading straight for the throne room.

Kurt’s eye snapped open.

He looked down at Diana. However, she was too dazed. Her eyes were half-closed and her cheeks flushed, she was entirely incapable of focusing to teleport them away.

‘No time.’

Without a second of hesitation, Kurt tapped into the deepest well of his mana.

‘Pause.’

WHOOSH.

Instantly, the grand throne room was bleached into silent, monochromatic gray. The heavy footsteps outside ceased and the dust motes floating in the sunlight froze in mid-air.

‘Safe to say I’ve basically mastered the art of stopping time. For how long, however? Well, now’s not the ‘time’ to find out. Heh, time.’

Moving swiftly, Kurt adjusted his trousers and buckled his belt. He pulled Diana’s dress back into proper order, ensuring she was completely covered.

Gently, he scooped her body into his arms, carrying her bridal style – though it was a bit awkward given the position she was frozen in – and slipped out of the throne room completely unnoticed.

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