The Cursed Tyrant and His Reluctant Queen

After dinner, we retire to the bedrooms.

I change into a nightgown and sigh happily. Travelling with luggage is so much better. I don't need to sleep constricted by a dress and all the layers beneath. Just a light gown and nothing else!

Ignis walks in perfectly in time. He must have been listening to my movements through the door to come in only after I've changed.

I sit on the bed and cover my legs with the blanket. The room is so small that it's difficult to breathe. I opened the window to make it easier, but it's not helping that much.

Ignis strips of the coat and the outer layers, wondering how comfortable he can get. I'm all right if he takes the shirt off, as well, but that would be very distracting for my sleeping.

In the end, he leaves the belt on the table, staying in a shirt and trousers. Oh, never mind.

We can't do anything right now: the walls are too thin. Yet, my body does heat up at the thought of having Ignis so close for a whole night. Even if it's just for sleeping.

I'm happy, for some reason.

Ignis walks to the bed and lies down after turning all the lights off. The darkness invades the room, except for the little light coming from the starry sky. Not enough to see anything, by the way.

I lie down as well and turn to the side, giving my back to Ignis. I then move an inch back until hitting his hard chest. His arm surrounds my waist at this same moment, and I sigh. I close my eyes to rest, happy to be this close.

His hand moves on my stomach, travelling in circles and light like a feather. It's not even a caress: just teasing.

«Ignis?» I murmur.

«Hush,» he whispers. «The walls are thin.»

Oh, right.

«Ignis?» I repeat, this time whispering as well.

«If you're too loud, they'll hear us,» he says, pointing out the obvious.

He's right. But now that his fingers reached my breasts, it's a bit late to think about the details. He should have considered this before lighting the flame of desire. Oh, what in the world am I thinking?

It's almost as if we were sleeping in a hall with other people! Almost...

His hand squeezes my breast, playing with the nipple from over the nightgown. His lips look for my neck in the dark, and his tongue caresses my skin with frightening precision.

His hand moves down from my chest, making me puff in a complaint. He reaches in between my legs, and my pout transforms into a grin as I spread my legs to let him touch as much as he wants.

My heart starts racing when his fingers circle on my core, then move up and down, all without rest. I sigh, for moaning is forbidden.

As if responding to an ancient instinct, I press my butt against Ignis's crotch, and I rub on his already-hard member.

His teeth graze my earlobe. His hand lifts the nightgown, finding the tender flesh of my thighs and the hotness in between. He teases me even more and, seeing I don't moan out loud, he dares to insert a finger. Then, two.

«Remember not to be loud,» he whispers.

«You too!» I remind him. «Your voice can be heard as well as mine!»

«Sure,» he says, chuckling lightly.

I try turning on my back, but his arm stops me.

«No, let's do it like this,» he whispers.

I nod against his lips, waiting for him to do what he already has in mind.

He makes me lift my leg and positions himself in between, stroking his erection on my core until it's drenched with my juices. He sighs in my ear, making me shiver at the hot air of his breath.

When he enters inside, he lets my leg down and pants a little.

He's gentle and slow, so I don't feel any discomfort this time. He doesn't reach the depths of yesterday, but I like feeling him inside.

But, most of all, I like his arm around me. And his body is so close that every inch of my back burns.

He thrusts inside, breathing hard on my neck. He likes this, doesn't he? Even more than me...

His arm first circles around my hips to help him find the right pace, and then it wanders on my chest and in between my legs, caressing and teasing without a break.

I start panting soon enough as the pleasure builds up. I've been waiting for it, so I'm not surprised. Yet, I can't help but let a moan escape.

A single one, and low in volume. With some luck, no one heard.

Sensing my loss of control, Ignis slows down his thrusts, and his left hand crawls under my head. Before I have time to use it as a pillow, he presses it on my mouth.

Oh, this is better. It's easier to keep silent like this. Why didn't I think of it by myself?

After silencing me, he returns to move a bit faster. Not enough fast, in my opinion, yet enough for my body to react. I move my hips back to meet his thrusts.

My butt hits him times and times again, but we're as slow as not to make too much noise. I press my hands on him, over my mouth, to suffocate the sounds my throat wants to make so badly.

Ignis hides his face in between my ear and shoulders, pressing his lips on my neck to keep his own voice in check.

We make love for a few minutes only and with an intensity that isn't as wild as yesterday.

However, it's enough. My muscles contract the moment before pleasure is released, and I lean back to feel every bit of it with Ignis.. His body reacts at the same time, and we silently enjoy this delight, together.