A/N: Alright everyone, a word of warning. This is a lemon, and every chapter afterward will be a lemon as well. I'm practicing my romance and lemon skill, Kind of like how I'm also practicing my ability to scream and hide in a ditch after posting these stories. Now I'm being serious, each chapter is going to be full of mature content that is M, VERY M, so be ready to feast your eyes on... things.
Chapter One: The Fairy Waltz
Diane was at a ball. A real life, nobles and kings and princess and princes, and dancing, ball.
Her hair was up in two wonderfully amazing golden ribbons, her hair curled around a nice and wonderful hair ornament. And her dress, it spread out around her hips, the golden and orange fabric spinning and swirling around her, and this most likely was the most wonderful dress she'd ever worn.
She'd already squealed many times tonight, even before they had arrived, and Elizabeth had laughed along with Elaine and Jericho had whooped as they arrived, and they had joined her when they spun around the dance floor. So far she hadn't been ask to dance by anyone, apparently, there were some sort of rules where the nobility had to go first and everyone else follows. Bah! Well, whatever, so she was now standing by the long table that was filled with more food than she could imagine, spanning an entire wall, sipping pleasantly on a cold glass of the finest ale, ever.
This night was wonderful. She sighed, staring off into the crowd, before she giggled into the brim of her glass. And King had told her to be careful? She took a long sip, rolling her eyes.
"You're having a wonderful time, I hope?"
Daine turned, finding a tall man with brown hair swept to the side, dark grey eyes and his fancy green suit having gold medals and a large collar grabbing all the attention. In her personal opinion the royal suit was kind of silly, he even had this weird hat on, but his smile wasn't too bad. He reached over, still keeping eye contact as he grabbed a crystal glass cup, before pouring a red liquid from another bottle into it. "Pretty good, huh?" he motioned to her cup of ale in her own hands.
"Yep!" she chirped, "It's the best I've had!" He laughed, holding up the glass towards her, the crystal glowing in the light as the red liquid stained it beautifully, and it caught her attention thoroughly. "Try this, I swear it will be better."
Diane grabbed one of her pigtails to twirls in her hand, suddenly recognizing that this was the first man to approach her tonight, hiding the side of her face in it, and she put down her glass and thanked him, taking a small sip of the strange liquid he presented her.
The liquid went down her throat smoothly, only a tiny burn as it settled in her chest, but the taste! It was sweetest and most bitter drink, and somehow it was even a bit dry. "Wow!" She brought it up to take a longer sip, enjoying it before she licked her lips, "That's- that's amazing! What is this?"
"Wine from a providence over the ocean. They call themselves the Franks. It's wonderful isn't it?" He leaned his hip on the table, smirking roguishly at her as he put a hand on his waist, a few fingers hidden in his pocket. "My name is Prince Kent Garde a la Forest-Landerneau, fifth son of King Bamburgh Garde a la Forest-Landerneau. It's my pleasure My Lady…"
"Diane," she grinned at him as she downed the rest of her drink, moaning softly, and missed his raised eyebrow, "Just Diane. It's gotta be a hassle, having to say all that everytime you say hello." He gave out another soft chuckle that did not reach his eyes as he filled her glass again.
It wasn't long between talking about the party and the castle, somehow getting into more pressing things. The two of them started conversing about more private adventures, like her wish to try so many new things, many that the Sins would surely laugh at, and Prince Kent went on about his need to spend his nights watching the night sky. As Diane twirled her hair in her finger, she barely noticed how her her arms and toes, even her nose suddenly started to tingle terribly.
The room tilted strangely as she tried to take a step, suddenly her balance not very impressive at all, and an arm looped around her to settle on her waist, before tugging her slightly. She blinked. The wine glass was pulled from her loose fingers as Diane's eyes glazed over, and as she looked down at the hand on her wrist, Prince Kent kept smiling, though his face… his face was far closer than he was before. She took another few steps.
What the heck was going on? What could have made her this drunk, so fast, she knew she hadn't chugged an entire bottle. What was wine made out of?
"What should we do?" Prince Kent asked, humming theatrically as he squeezed her waist, "Diane, the night is still young." He brought her hand up to his lips, kissing it far more passionately than before, and Diane's eyes zeroed in on his mouth as she felt a wet, hot tongue slide against her knuckles. She went to pull it away, but it's then that she noticed just how heavy her body is, her mind raced as her free hand turned into a fist.
"Let go," she went to cry out as she felt the hand around her hip squeeze, the situation turning far too strange for too fast, but her body instantly relaxed against her will, the words more slurred as he laughed. "Having some trouble? It's alright, I'll take care of-"
"She said let go."
Her eyes adjusted while she looked up, searching for the voice as she blinked, mumbling out a soft, "King?" as she stared. He was there, floating above their heads as normal, but, instead of his normal fretting-king like behavior there was a bored, superior glance focused in on the man next to her. He hovered a few feet above them, one brow raised as he kept his hand lazily held at his sides.
"Hey now." Meliodas spoke up, popping around the back of Diane's dress, and she jumped, spinning around to see him. Which almost sends to the floor, her legs acting ridiculous as they wobbled to and fro, and she squawks.
Diane pouted, not getting it. "Captain!" she slurred as Elizabeth showed up next to Ban, suddenly just appearing in Diane's mind as she shook her head, before she pointed at her cup, "You- you've gotta try this stuff. It's-"
"Drugged," King finished blandly, his narrow eyes almost burning holes into the Prince's head, and the man leaned away, a sudden sweat starting on his brow. Daine looked up at the fairy, tilting her head as the word processed extremely slowly, before she gasped loudly.
"D-drugged!" she yelled, finally, somewhat in control of her body, mostly, and she spun around to look at Kent, who was backing away with a shaking, fake smile, his hand back in his pocket as he tries to save face. Elizabeth frets next to her as Ban whistles. "You- you you drugged me!" she shrieked, finally alerting the rest of the room as people turn to stare, and Ban giggled like mad.
"Shit! Do you have a giant pair," Ban cackled, slapping a hand on his knee as Meliodas walked up, picking up the bottle the prince had placed down and sniffed it. "Yep. There's something in there alright." Meliodas nodded, and then held the glass up to the light, humming and tsking while Diane entire face flushed, mortified.
"You- you-!" She took a deep breath before lifting her chin, smoothing down the emotions on her face as well as the hem of her skirt, and she turned on her heel, her dress swishing around as she booked it out of there. Not in a straight line, but at least she was running.
"Diane wait!" Elizabeth cried, "Diane!" The princess reached out towards the miniature giant, but she was already racing out of the room, flushing even more until the top of her head felt as if it were smoking, as everyone turned to whisper, the noble women talking behind their fans. She lifted up her layered skirt and ran faster.
She pushed open another pair of doors, uncaring of the guards that jumped out of the way as the large structures bounced against the walls with a crash, and as she made her way through the castle as nobles and servants and knights alike saw her murderous look and parted for her.
That- that bastard! Trying to pull something like that on her, well she would show him. The minute she was back to her tall self that little shit wouldn't know what hit him! How dare he! That- that-!
When Diane was finally done running and tripping all over the place, after a few more minutes, she came to a stop, huffing outside of the castle. Clearly she was in a place she had never been to before, and, with her luck, she was on the other side of the damn courtyard! She looked around the huge garden that had giant sculpture filled fountains everywhere, rose bushes and other flowers, and she stumbled down one of the cobble stoned paths, cursing under her breath.
She finally flopped down, on the side of the path between two large hedges, glaring out into the dark night sky as she tried to calm down. And as the minutes ticked by her breathing finally slowed, and the utter devastating embarrassment that had colored her cheeks faded.
Something like this always happens. Diane scowled into her arms as she thought, bringing her knees up to her chin as she glared out at the flowered bush from where she sat. She was uncaring now if her dress got dirty. What did it matter, at this point? Couldn't she just be small and normal, for a night?
"Why did he have to do that," she grumbled as she picked up a stone, chucking it somewhere, "Stupid asshole. I should have squashed him."
"The cleaning staff wouldn't have been happy." King's voice sounded just above her and she flinched, slowly, and begrudgingly looked upwards to see that, yes, he had found her.
She tried not to stare at him again like before, not wanting to be embarrassed anymore tonight, but that didn't mean she couldn't deny and point out how much of an allure his new well tailored dark dress robes had on him, and she kept her eyes from dragging her gaze back across them.
Diane huffed dramatically and said, "I'm not going back."
"That's good. Cause I'm not either." he answered with a shrug, floating closer as he dipped his head, "I hoped that I could walk a Lady home tonight, if I could?" He smiled at her and Diane's stomach churned, an almost quaking strange feeling threading across her skin as she looked away. "I'm no Lady." She saw his body stiffen perceptibly in the corner of her eye, before he held out a hand for her to grab.
"Do I have to?" she whined, tugging on the hem of her skirt as she threw another pebble, pouting. She looked back at the castle, full of people and every window lit and even all the way out here, she could hear them celebrating. He laughed gently, not at all patronizing as she looked at him. "You'll feel better if you did. You'll probably experience your first hangover in the morning." He did not move his hand, and she finally huffed before taking it. "The downside of being small I guess." He laughed, and she mumbled a quick thank you, only stumbling a little as she got up. Not so much with his help, and he helped her make their way down the quiet stone pathway.
They went through a vibrant garden towards the back courtyard, the moon bouncing off the many different flowers, making the many fountains they pass glisten with silver light, and they walked in a comfortable slow pace. She was still stumbling, very often, King using his arm looped around her own to keep her straight as she blinked multiple times, trying to rid herself of her double vision. "This never happened before." she mumbled, as her mind sifted through all the reasons a man would use drugs to take a woman to bed in mortification, and King watched her feet for her as he shook his head quickly.
"This isn't your fault." His eyebrow developed a tick in it. "You couldn't have known that man would put something into your drink. And for him to do that, to you Diane, and surrounded by everyone thinking he was exempt from rules, he's not going to get away with it." Thinking back to the lowly prestige inbred twat made King want to go find him, and really, most likely he wouldn't get into too much trouble, had he enacted some Fairy Justice. The man would not be so quick next time to attack someone, if he didn't have arms.
"But…" she mumbled, before her foot caught on a rock and she yelped, crashing forward with a yell. She put her hands out to brace herself, horrified at the thought she might take Harlequin down with her. But, then she was suddenly not on the ground. The world swooned in a quick movement, so quick she had to blink it off as she pushed up with her hands.
She found herself sitting on a large green pillow, her dress puffed out around her as she hovered up a dozen feet in the air, and no quicker could her hampered mind process this than were they soaring over the garden. She opened her mouth to say something as he floated next to her, his hands clasped behind his back, but her mouth snapped shut as she took another look.
His eyes were focused forward on the Boar's Hat over the distance, and he didn't look very different from how he always did. Of course his clothing was very different, but…But…
Her cheeks flushed brighter as her eyes traveled down the side of his face taking in his jawline and Adam's apple, to his shoulders and arms. Suddenly, it seemed like he is the King she has always known, while at the same time someone she barely knew, who had barely scratched the surface. A shiver went down her spine as her mind flashed back to how he had towered over a man twice his size, how stern and noble he had appeared as he controlled the entire situation. Meliodas and the others followed his lead.
A shiver went down her back, making her clench her skirt in tight fists.
"Are you cold?" she looked over at his question, and his brows scrunched up as she rapidly shook her head side to side. "I'm alright! Stop worrying so much." She laughed weakly, not at all convincing as King raised a brow. But she just looked down and played with a stitch in his pillow as they made the rest of the way back to the bar.
When they touched down outside of the dark tavern she hopped off his pillow, his arm around her waist immediately as he walked her up the stairs to the door, and he did not make her feel embarrassed as he helped her up to the second story bedroom. She blushed at his gentle and polite handling as helped her into the room, and when she saw the bed, she cheered.
"Tired?" he laughed as Diane flopped face first onto her bed, giggling, and she shook her head rapidly. "Nope!" she chirped with a wide grin and rolled over, before she pulled her bows out of her hair. She was a giggling mess as the world tilted and spun, before laughing louder as she leaned to the side a little and shook her hair free. He chuckled as he undid his cuffs, his feet on the floor for once as she threw her heels into the corner. He was happy to see she was getting back to her old self, and as he went to turn to leave, ready to make his way to his own room, was interrupted as his hand rested against the doorknob. "Hey? Where are you going?"
He turned to see her flopped back down on her side, confused at him, "To get pajamas and go to bed." he answered, but she frowned at that. "Well, it's gonna be a while you know," she hummed, bringing a leg up to wiggle her toes in the air, "Captain said Elizabeth would be staying with him in the castle." And then she leapt up from the bed, a happy bounce to her step, but he frowned, not understanding.
Then his mind screeched to a halt, his mouth falling open as she sauntered towards him, a small smile on her lips. Suddenly the room was far too silent, and far too close for King's liking as his throat went dry, his heart leaping into his throat and pounding in his ears. And a very calculated gleam came to her violet eyes as she walked closer still. King's insides did a little twist.
"King…" she whispered quietly, pressing a hand to the side of his face, and his eyes snapped up to look at her own. "Can you… can you help me?" She slowly, agonizingly slowly, placed her other hand over his beating heart as he nodded, numbly. His eyes moved over her red tinted lips from the wine, along her jaw and down the slope of her dress, over her creamy skin and across her collarbone, and she murmured his name again before he looked back at her eyes, still cloudy from the wine, "Can- can you untie the back of my dress? I can't reach it." Her voice was unusually soft as she asked, shy as she turned around, pulling her hair to one side to show him her back, and she bit her bottom lip.
He swallowed, seeing how her blush reddened her skin, even how she took a small breath anxiously "R-right. Oh, is that all?" He brought shaking fingers up to undo the knot and loosen the strings, Diane making a low satisfied noise in the back of her throat as the clothes give way, and King closed his eyes tightly.
"I'm not sure." She turned around as he finally opened his eyes, and God, he hopes she knows what she looked right now. He took a hesitant step backwards, trying to chuckle nervously before he bumped into the door, and he looked back at the wooden frame, gulping. "King?"
He looked back towards her as she leaned forward, a hand coming up to tentatively grab his arm. "Can I… can you," she stumbled over her words as she leaned in, their faces only inches apart, his eyes looking straight into her. He dipped his gaze again to her lips, and almost like she can understand what he was thinking, she whispered, "Can you kiss me?"
"Diane," King asked quietly, "It- it's not that I wouldn't, given the chance-" With a groan, he relinquished his gaze from her, and he sighed. "Diane," he tried to say again, reaching up to gently grab her hand and pull it from his shirt, but she bristled quickly. "You aren't- you aren't able to think clearly right now-"
"Stop that!" she hollered, and she leaned back just enough to glare down at him with flushed cheeks, her hands moving to a tightening hold on his collar with a growl as he jumped, already having to float a couple inches off the ground so she wouldn't choke him. "D-Diane!" he yelped as she pulled him tightly against her, eye to eye.
"You listen here you Fairy King! I'm not some child anymore! I am not!" Her hiss of frustration puffed against his face as he gawked at her, and she poked him in the chest, hard. "If I say I want you isn't that my decision Harlequin? You can't keep always saying you understand, saying things like you did back there with that prince, and saying you're here for me to stay, but in the end you keep pretending like I don't have a clue about-"
He doesn't let her finish what she was going to say, instead launching himself across the little distance that separated them and grabbing the back of her head, angling her head into a crushing kiss.
He slowly backed her up, his lips feathering kisses across the corner of her mouth as she took unsteady steps towards the bed, and he pulled away for a moment, before diving back in as he pulled her corset out of the way. King shivered as her dress finally fell away, the layers of gold and orange clothing swept into a pile at her feet, and he could barely comprehend, still, that she was letting him grab her up and deposit her halfway across the bed and the other half onto his green pillow, that this was happening, even as Diane wiggled her hips and the rest of out of her undergarments. He looped his fingers into her underwear without breaking eye contact, hiking her hips up as he sucked on her lower lip, and she murmured his name.
"Di-Diane." he whispered huskily, surprising her with the sound as his gold eyes glowed softly in the dark, making her blink her own, and she tugged on his own dress shirt as he took another kiss. Her body was ablaze as he brushed his lips against hers, and she groaned and arched up, wantonly displaying her need for him. The flushed hue of her cheeks were partly still from the alcohol, but the lust in her eyes. Her body started to shake, her breaths coming in short gasps as his tongue slid across the seams of hers, and she whimpered at the feeling, her body giving an involuntary shiver.
Fuck, did she understand what she was doing to him? So many years, so many nights simply thinking and she was here, palatable in his hands? He was somewhat too desperate as he yanked her underwear over her ankles and off her feet, and as he leaned down to kiss her harder he grabbed one of her thighs, throwing it around his waist, pressing himself tightly to her naked form.
"Harle-quin!" she squeaked, completely unprepared for the feeling of someone touching her down there, and to say she jerked back was an understatement. Flinching from him to lay more on his pillow, her butt jumped off the linens for a moment, and she looked down, wide eyed, at his left hand that was resting against her inner thigh.
"Oh, uh…" He froze, just as wide eyed and flushed as her. They both stared at one another in a tense silence. The sounds of the party still going on could be heard outside, the lights of the castle making their way inside the study, but their room was full of only heavy breathing, "Can- can I- I mean-" he stumbled, his ears on fire as she blushed, so heavily it went down her neck and burned her shoulders…. Until she nervously rested her forehead on his shoulders, and shyly nodded.
He let out a strangled moan, before sucking in a quick breath, slowly sliding his thumb around her, never pushing into her folds, but he could still feel how wet she is for him, how damnably hot she was. "Diane…" He closed his eyes and shuttered, using two fingers to part her before he could stop himself, and he looked down and gulps. He knew it was a losing battle as she squeaked again, her hands tightening on his upper arms as he started moving up and down up and down.
Their lips brushed together lightly, experimenting until they're both moaning, and his mouth slanted over hers, deepening the contact as his tongue delved greedily. He licked into her mouth and then boldly sucked on her tongue, eliciting a primal groan from Diane, the sound reverberating through her chest and up his throat. Coating his fingers and teasing her where he got the most reaction, one of his hands moved up to her breasts to start rolling a nipple between his fingers, making her cry out. He didn't relinquish contact with her mouth as he spread her legs further apart, lifting one thigh to rest over his shoulder, and before he could think of the ten thousand reasons or so why he should probably slow down and think, he slipped his thumb up to find and rub roughly against that one little nub.
Diane couldn't get enough air as she gripped him tightly, and she shuddered, her skin prickling from where he continued to rub the sensitive flesh. Her head went lightweight, her world shrinking down to nothing else but the feeling of his circular repetitions, and she gulped audibly for air as he pressed down. "Ahhh... " Her body moving to his will, he stroked and rubbed something so intimate she was grinding against his hand. Her legs twitched as a pulsing sensation started between her thighs. Her hands moved to press her palms flat against his belly, the tips of her fingers sliding over his clothes in a mindless dance as her hips shook, a long drawn out whine passing through her throat, "Harlequin… we…"
She cried out again, but King swallowed her words with his hot mouth, pressing against her as she slid her hands up to his shoulders, across his arms, over his neck and down his back; massaging the corded muscles there as he continued to rub, and Diane nearly fainted at the intense feelings tumbling throughout her body.
And then he slipped a finger inside of her.
"OH oh!" She all but arched her entire body and pressed herself against his hand, and he watched opened mouth at how her chest puffed up and down quickly, her breasts jerking and jiggling, and her nails dug into his shirt before grabbing desperately at his Chastiefol, which curled around her at his will. He used his weight and her leg tossed over his shoulder to keep her where he wants, and she gasped loudly as streaks of pleasure shot through her body, as he goes in and out while still flicking and circling his thumb over the sensitive tip again. "King!" Her short breaths quickened before he quirked his finger upwards, and her breath hitched.
She kept her eyes squeezed shut as he pulled his finger out slowly, swirling his thumb in agonizingly pleasurable curls, a feeling she couldn't describe as her inner muscles clenched at how suddenly empty she was, before he drew out the motion as long as he could, all but dragging two fingers back in at once this time, gently stretching her open more. Her hips jerked helplessly, and her hand flew up to her mouth to bite down on a the knuckle of one of her fingers.
"That's it…" King rasped, watching as her stomach muscles tense, "Oh gods, Diane. That's it, just- just let me... " He quickened the pace, a harder but constant thrust that has her panting and murmuring and whimpering his name, and he pressed down and curled his fingers, his thumb rubbing quickly over her pulsing and blood swollen clitoris, and he was opening her up with three fingers now. The wet sound of skin slapping went faster still as he started to grunt with the tempo, "Let me…" and he groaned louder, biting the side of his cheek as her eyes glazed over, her chest heaving, and his gazed over her body with an intense look, sucking in a quick breath as anticipation built up inside him.
Diane' head tilted back as her mouth fell open, her vision turning dark as pleasure coursed through her at such an intensity; a hand clawed at the back of King's head mindlessly as he moved his wrists a bit more, turning her world into a red blistering wave of skin searing life-
"King please," she begged, gasping helplessly as she placed a hand on his moving arm, her fingers digging into his skin. He leaned forward to brush his lips over hers, her entire body shaking, jerking with abandon, and her eyes barely slit open as her head flew back. "Ahhh!" she screamed, bucking her hips as he slid his fingers further inside until he hit her so deep and quick she was spreading her legs as far she could, her lower regions completely soaked, liquid spilling. His lips sucked greedily on her nipples, tugging on them and making her writhe, and as her gasps got shorter and shorter, all of her muscles in her stomach tightened. He stroked her saturated folds as air caught in her lungs, the pleasure mounted as he lifted his head to stare down at her, his eyes wide and appreciating as she climbed, reaching for something… until finally-
Diane's world exploded, colors erupting in front of her eyes and it felt as if her body shattered into a million peices, waves of spasms tumbling through her body so intensely that she shook with the effort. Crying out incoherent words while her hips lifted time and time again off the bed, her hands went everywhere, stroking his back and sides, reaching as far as she could and then firmly grasping his taut shoulders as garbled words and sounds tumbled up from her mouth.
He groaned huskily, arching his neck as she clawed the skin of his back, slowly pumping a few more times to prolong her high, every stroke he made easing out another moan or incoherent sound, before he finally moved his hand back. Diane gasps once more, her entire body falling limp as King looked down at his fingers, lust boiling at the surface as she panted between his legs, and he lifted the hand to his mouth, sucking the digits clean.
"Diane," King looked down, chuckling weakly, but her eyes were closed, her entire face flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat with her hair sticking to the sides of her face, but, she's relaxed. And he can tell, she wasn't going to wake up again tonight. He groans softly deep in his throat, "If you regret this in the morning…" His head indicated to the throbbing hard on that was tenting inside of his thigh, and then, with a pained chuckle, he rolled away to the side of the bed, his head flopping down on a pillow with a grunt. His gut was still twisted and pulled painfully as he adjusted again, wiggling in his pants, the steady warmth of her body next to him helping him calm down, even just a little, and the heat traveling through his veins almost hurt, as he flung the blankets over them.