The Cursed Tyrant and His Reluctant Queen

Since I'm carrying some useless papers, no one asks what I'm doing in front of the King's office. I don't knock because a servant walks in to warn Ignis about my presence.

When I'm inside, I throw the papers on a chair and march to the desk. Ignis just blinks, surprised.

«Hello, Veronica,» he says.

I check that we are alone before making my move.

I might need to think more about it, to consider whether to trust the Marchioness's words. Still... I want to try it now!

But first, I shall proceed with order.

Malia Quarto did say something about the late Crown Prince I haven't tested on Ignis. I did call him Majesty, my King, and King Aurelius.

Now, would he prefer something more majestic? It's worth a try. Except that he is indeed a King and not just aspiring to be one.

Oh, who cares? I will notice if he has the same fetish as his brother.

«My great King!» I say.

«What have you done?»

«Your handsome Majesty...» I murmur, circling around the desk and stopping by his side. I trail my fingers on his arm, reaching his shoulder. «Stud King.»

He's not very excited. Rather, confused and worried.

«Veronica, what is going on?»

«You don't like it when I call you with great names, do you?»

«It's not relevant whether I like it or not.»

«But it is! I heard your brother liked that kind of thing and wanted to check if you were similar to him.»

«You investigated my brother's bed preferences?»

«I didn't do it on purpose, but a lady told me everything. Every single detail.»

«Veronica...» he sighs. «You inquired about that sort of thing?»

«No, I didn't!»

«Whatever you found out can't be related to me. We were just half-brothers, in the end. Also, don't you already know enough about me?»

«Do I?» I ask, moving his arm so that I can sit on the armrest.

«You know I'd like to call you my great Queen more than being called King by you,» he explains. His arm surrounds me, maybe to prevent me from accidentally falling down.

«Do you want to hear what I like?» I say, slipping down on his lap.

The first goal is accomplished. I'm in the King's arms, sitting at his desk. Next is making use of the power dynamics, as the Marchioness suggested.

She said that men like power in bed, just as much as out of it, and they like it when their women play a role a little different from their plain self.

For sure, my man does like to play with power dynamics.

I'm a little confused about how I can be powerful and docile at the same time, but the Marchioness said it's what drives them crazy. A woman who is docile and plays with power.

Let's just see how it goes.

«I like it when my King does as I say,» I start, caressing his face and locking eyes with him. «I like when he follows my wishes as if they were his, and when he stops moving when I moan too loud to check if I'm all right.»

«Veronica, it's not the right place to talk about this,» he chuckles. «I will be happy to fulfil your wishes tonight, all right? Now I need to finish reading the decrees.»

«Then read them!» I command. I catch a random paper from the desk and shove it in his hands. «I will listen.»

«Ronnie...»

«Is it confidential?»

«No, it is not.» Good. It means it's not dangerous to play like this: safety first.

I pin his chin and make him turn to me.

«Then, read,» I pronounce. «Now.»

I let him go and observe how his hands are slightly trembling. His face is solemn yet focused. He is considering whether to follow my orders or not.

I'm not playing well enough with power. He wouldn't have thought twice if I really aroused him. Yet, I don't know how to do it.

I wanted it to be a surprise, something he didn't expect. Yet, I might need to explain before he lets me do something to his Royal body.

«The... The Council meets today to discuss the following agenda,» he murmurs.

Oh, he's doing it! But... What in the world is he reading?

«This is the minutes of the meeting we had today, Veronica. I haven't signed it yet.»

«What a good chance. Read it now and check whether there are mistakes. It's better you're careful, Ignis!»

«You are acting weird.»

«Might be. Now, read...»

It's usually easy to make him do what I want. However, today he's difficult. When he returns reading the document, I caress his chest with my open palm. I stop when he closes his mouth and turns to me.

«Have I told you to stop?» I wonder. «I don't remember saying so.»

«Ronnie,» he sighs.

«You better continue, my dear.»

He returns to the document, and I continue touching him from over the clothes. Ah, this is so good: a husband available yet focused on something important. It's so alluring...

I knew it: his immersed expression can kill me if I see it too often. However, his red ears are there, and his tone is wavering.

Either because he's still worried about my intentions; or because I'm touching his chest.

As the report starts considering the second point of the agenda, I make my hands slip down. I unfasten the belt and reach his member. It soon becomes hard under my touch, and I slide my hand up and down several times before pressing my lips on his neck.

He stopped complaining for good, and he's not reading as if his life depended on it, even though his voice is even more unstable.

«Do not get distracted, all right?» I moan before slipping on the floor.

The first reaction is silence. Ignis stares at me with wide eyes. But then, with a single glare, I remind him to continue working. Alba needs a hard-working King. He shouldn't pause his work just to entertain the Queen.

When I lick the tip of his erection, a jolt invades his nerves and makes him startle. It's only a second because he daren't disobey twice in a row. He continues with the report, reaching a part that should be delicate but it's not getting enough attention.

My hand runs on his length while my tongue tickles a little here and there, teasing more than causing any real pleasure.

It's only when I hear the final part that I smile.

«You've done a great job, your Majesty!» I say. «You earned a reward.»

His eyes flicker while following my moves as I wrap his erection in my lips and suck lightly. The Marchioness said to be very careful, but she also heartened me a little. According to her, there's nothing really wrong I could do. Anything will be good as long as I don't hurt him.

She said a lot of other things, but I'll find a way to make things work the way Ignis and I are used to. It's useless to think about what other people do, after all. We are we.

I press my tongue on the lower side, caressing him as delicately as I can while opening my mouth wider to take in more. I place my hands on the base and continue stroking, moving them faster as Ignis starts panting and moaning.

His knuckles are white because of the pressure he's holding the armrests with, and his face is red. His eyes can't move away from me. He's noting every detail of my image, and it must be one of a kind: I'm kneeling in front of him and doing something I heard of for the first time a couple of days ago from... Oh, who cares about the details?

«Veronica,» he sighs, warning me about something.

Oh, is it time? Maybe, the Marchioness was right: it doesn't really matter what I do, at least the first time. It's the power dynamics and the effect of surprise.

I hum around his shaft and close my eyes, going a little farther once again. It's a little uncomfortable, but I'm sure I will get used to it. It makes me want to vomit, now, but I resist and flit my tongue again. Two hands are now useless, so I continue the strokes with one and use the other to massage his balls.

It's effective because he finally has his release.

Since this is a power game, and we're playing a role in the King's working room, I can't just spit it on the carpet as nothing happened. So, I swallow. It's a little sticky and hot, but I can bear with it for now.

I sit back on the floor and finally straighten my back. I have a handkerchief somewhere in the pouch... Oh, here!

I clean my face and check out Ignis.

«How was it, my King?» I ask with a tender smile.

«You... Ronnie...» he stutters, but he can't finish his words.. I won't ever know what he wanted to say.