The Cursed Tyrant and His Reluctant Queen

Ignis's body traps me under him without weighing on me.

His hand guides my leg around his hip while his mouth kisses my lips and skin. I close my eyes and focus on the emotions his touch causes.

When he rubs his member on my core, I moan and hug him tightly. The shivers intensify as he moves his hips against mine until, all of a sudden, he stops.

He sits next to me and then lies down, looking at the ceiling with a smug grin. His erection testifies about his unreached satisfaction. Yet, he's content because he thinks he's paying me back.

«Why?» I murmur, turning to the side to look at him.

I run my fingers on his arm, reaching his chest and crawling closer and closer until climbing on top of him again.

«Are you trying to avenge your honour now?» I add with a chuckle. «You're so cute, aren't you?»

I press my palms on his chest so that he can't get up and overthrow me.

«It makes me want to tease you even more,» I continue. «To make you beg for it instead of playing so cool.»

I bend down and lick his lower lip.

«Fortunately for you, I don't have enough time and wits tonight.»

And I'm already itching to do more than just kiss and lick.

«Veronica, what in the world are you talking about?» he mutters. «I am not playing.»

«You're playing hard to get!» I accuse him.

He sighs, but his hands return on me. He caresses my back while I kiss him, reaching deeply with my tongue and forcing him to reciprocate.

«I like you more when you stop resisting,» I giggle, caressing his face lightly before starting to kiss his neck.

Ignis's hands soon swipe my back down to the bottom, and he caresses my core. His fingers find my entrance, and he probes with one and then two.

There's little resistance, so his motions are swift. When he curls his fingers and hits a particularly sweet spot, I split from him and stare into his eyes.

«Do that again,» I breathe.

«What exactly are you ref...»

«Move your fingers, exactly like that!»

He repeats the same move, and I sigh. He notices the ecstatic grin on my lips and explores some more, trying different actions and studying the effects.

As his fingers start moving in and out of me, sometimes curling or twirling, my moans get louder. My hips push against his hand, looking for a pace that will make me reach pleasure. The thrills tune down while another sensation builds up in my belly.

At waves, electricity crosses my spine but never fully takes my body. Yet, I can't stop searching for more of this feeble ecstasy.

All of a sudden, his fingers leave me. I remain alone and unfulfilled. I've hidden my face against his neck, so close to his ear. I made it so easy for him to sense, to hear how I feel.

My nails have stuck in his shoulders, but not as much as to hurt him.

«You like playing with me, Veronica. Don't get angry if I return the favour,» Ignis whispers.

I reach down and stroke his members until his sighs inform me it's about time to make love.

He wanted to talk a little, but I'm not exactly in the mood and the capabilities to talk. Not with words, at least.

I align my entrance and his tip while straightening my back and looking at Ignis from above. His expression is so clear. He wants it as much as I do.

I sit down without further foreplay or preparations. And then, I gasp in search of air.

It was a stupid move. But I wanted him so much! And now, the slight pain makes me realise this is supposed to be tender and slow.

I bite my lower lip but start riding, rocking my hips up and down.

The pain doesn't disappear. It's not too much, just a reminder of my recklessness. And it's mixed with pleasure.

It's so weird, yet I prefer it when it's normal, when pleasure takes the place of everything else, when nothing is keeping me rational like this ache.

As Ignis starts moaning, I forget about myself and focus on him. His eyes are closed, his breath short. I increase the pace, all to see him start panting.

His hands grab my legs first and slip up, finding my hips. While he calls my name, I can't move my eyes away from his face.

I accommodate his request and ride until Ignis reaches pleasure. I can feel his semen inside me, sliding down together with my juices on the bed. It wasn't this much last time...

I split from him and sit down only to notice the red stain on the sheets.

«Oh, no,» I whisper. Panic makes me go silent for a moment, but then I calm down.

This was supposed to happen right from the start. It's nothing.

And I am the one bleeding, not Ignis.

I sigh and lie back, looking at the ceiling helplessly. Seems like today is not the right day for love. Not only didn't I reach that astonishing pleasure, but I also began bleeding.

At least I took the nightgown off. I won't need to explain why there's this amount of blood and other stuff on Ignis's bed and coincidentally on my clothes as well.

It would be quite obvious, that's right. But it would also be so embarrassing.

There are some things I don't feel the need to inform my parents about. One is my habits in bed. It's still early to call them habits. Oh, whatever.

«Veronica?» Ignis murmurs, grabbing my shoulders and looking me in the eyes. «How are you feeling?»

«It's fine. This was supposed to happen before. I guess I'm a late bloomer,» I reply.

I shrug to make him realise I feel all right.

«Fine? This is not fine!»

His expression hints at his worry. It's so new to see him like this. Ignis is confused, in panic. Even his face is much paler than usual.

I would laugh if that didn't risk making things worse.