I don't own Fable 3 or any of its characters, Lionhead Studios does. Based on the 2010 XBOX Game.

Princess/Logan

Rated M for explicit adult content and incest. Don't like, don't read!

The rating is listed as M for certain chapters, as well as the theme of incest. Also, my interpretation of Logan for this particular story may seem OOC to some readers, so be warned! Also, I will not be strictly following the plot-line of the game. There will be some changes and deviations.

King Logan and Princess Annika are becoming ever closer. Annika is determined to understand her brother and stand by him even while the entire Kingdom begins to turn against him. But how can she do that while her part in a Prophecy approaches and begins to claim her?

Special warning - This chapter will well deserve its M rating as explicit adult content has arrived. So, here's Part 2 of Logan and Annika's passionate farewell to each other.

Come Closer

Chapter 7

"Well, this is incredibly...odd!" Annika exclaimed as she dropped to her knees and stared directly at Logan's erection.

Logan was finally naked and she was enjoying every moment of it. She had not yet touched him, as her eyes were not finished feasting upon his beautiful form. He was even more glorious naked than she had imagined. His lithe form was as well-muscled as she had imagined, and those muscles rippled beneath his flesh with the slightest movement. He was so long and lean and strong and regal and...hers!

So, this was her Logan! He was a glorious specimen! And that part of him that would refuse to completely claim her tonight was something she had not entirely expected. She had known, somewhat, what a naked man would look like, but she had not imagined the length, not to mention the impressive width, of the fleshy pole that sprang from his drawers when he at last removed them.

"It's quite large, isn't it?" she asked herself more than him, "and it's incredibly intimidating!" She heard Logan suck in a hissing breath as she cautiously touched the very tip of it with a single finger.

"Oh, my!" she gasped when his erection twitched in response. She nearly fell onto her backside in shock. "It...moved!"

Logan chuckled. "You've got me in quite a state," he said. "Don't you dare laugh!"

"Oh, I'm not laughing," Annika said, "I...I'm in quite a state, too."

"I can smell it on you, my dearest," he said, his voice low and knowing.

Her eyes flew to his face in surprise. "You can smell me?"

"Only you, not other women," he said. "I've always taken a keen interest in you, and, especially lately, everything about you. Oh yes, I can smell your arousal. Would you like me to help you with that?" He was about to speak further when Annika leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock.

It was a simple lick; experimental and purely out of curiosity of how it would taste, but the effect on Logan was quite profound.

He gasped and clutched her shoulders with fiercely gripping fingers. Annika felt his knees buckle. He recovered swiftly, however, and was soon standing proud and straight once more. Well, would he recover so quickly if she...

Annika grasped his hips and pulled him closer to her as she took the tip of him into her mouth. It felt natural to do so, and judging by his fingers now digging so hard into her shoulders that she knew they would bruise, he liked it. A lot.

She took more of him inside and tentatively swirled her tongue about the curious appendage. Slightly salty, musky, flesh-like of course, and...yes...salty! There was a small amount of a slick salty substance seeping from the silken tip that resembled a helmet. It was so smooth! And the fluid tasted curious. Mostly salt, yes, but also somewhat metallic, and like a...a man. Yes, a man. Logan. Logan's unique taste.

It was strange, to be sure, but not off-putting. In fact, she liked his taste. Annika now sucked gently, and felt him thicken even more. She felt the veins pulse and when she ran her tongue over them, Logan gasped and wound his fingers into her hair, encouraging her. He was obviously trying to be gentle, but his body was apparently making it difficult for him.

She felt him tense, heard him moan, and his fingers twitch as she tried different things with her tongue and lips and the edges of her teeth. Slowly, as he gently thrust his hips forward and then back, she realised she would have to relax her throat or gag. He obviously liked it when she could take him deeper, so she was determined to take in as much of him as she could.

She pulled back and ran her tongue over his scrotum, delighted when his fingers spasmed and his knees buckled again. This time he didn't fight it, but simply gave up and lay on the floor. Annika crouched over him between his knees and bent over to attend to him.

"Oh, gods, Annika!" he groaned, "I didn't mean for you to...but...you are so damned good!"

She was pleased. He liked what she was doing! Emboldened, she began to trace her fingers over his sac while running her tongue up and down his shaft. She carefully monitored his reactions, especially the lovely sounds he made, as she tried different things.

Laving her tongue, sucking gently, then more firmly. Grazing her teeth up and down his length, then prodding the tiny slit at the top where his droplets came from: all got her most agreeable reactions.

Soon she had him panting and twitching. He was actually helpless! When she was at last able to take him all the way into her throat he let out a guttural cry and pulled her head off of him.

"Gods, Annika, if you do that for one more moment, I'll...I'll..."

"You'll what?" she asked, and then, curious, she bent back down and quickly suckled him.

"Annika!" he cried out, his body lurching upward. He stiffened and his organ twitched in her mouth and released more of the warm salty, Logan-fluid.

She couldn't help but be smugly satisfied. She knew she had done something very, very right! Even though he had told her to stop, she had seen a flash in his eyes that told her that he didn't truly want her to. He wanted to release himself; he needed to. And with her. Only her!

She swallowed every drop, and then suckled the tip of him some more. To her immense pleasure, his body spasmed again and this time his cry was incoherent. But she knew that he was experiencing the bliss only she could give him.

Annika sat up and licked her lips slowly, enjoying, even as she analysed, the lingering taste of him. It was incredibly...erotic. Yes, erotic. Even though she was still fully clothed, having him naked before her and experiencing such pleasure from her was rewarding beyond words.

She loved him; it was that simple; yet she also craved his complete and utter surrender. When he was like this, so utterly helpless and enthralled by her, she felt a surge of confidence and power that was heady and almost dizzying.

"Am I good, Logan?" she asked coquettishly, and was surprised at how husky her voice had become. "Do I...please you?"

"That," Logan panted, "is the most ridiculous question I've ever heard! If you pleased me any more I couldn't bear it!" He sat up and pulled her in for a kiss that was so deep and needful that she felt her own fluids seep completely through her pantalettes. She was so wet that she suddenly felt embarrassed.

Logan felt no such thing, however, and when he pulled back from her mouth and gazed into her flushed face and brightened eyes, he grinned.

"Now it's my turn to please you," he said. "Off with those clothes...now!"

Annika reached for the lacing to her blouse, but Logan impatiently shoved her hands aside. He seized the fabric and ripped it, baring her torso completely.

"No corset?" he teased, but also unable to tear his hungry gaze from her bared body.

"I...I dislike them," she panted, fighting hard to not give in to the temptation to cover her naked breasts.

"So do I," he said. "At least on you. I forbid you to ever wear one in my presence, Annika. Ever."

"If you had your way I'd be naked in your bed at all times?" she teased, beginning to see how the sight of her affected him.

"Don't tempt me," he said. "I am the King. I can make that happen."

"Not now, you can't," Annika said as Logan stood and pulled her to her feet. He grasped her skirt and was about to tear it when she stopped him.

"Can't I?" he said, his eyes glittering with dark passion. "You have no idea what you do to me, my Annika. You haven't the vaguest notion of how much I love you and need you. How much I crave you and..."

"Yes, I do," she whispered, and kissed him, stopping his flood of words. "Yes, I do."

She stepped back and slowly removed her skirt, keenly aware of his intense gaze on every motion she made. The skirt pooled at her feet and she shivered when she saw him wet his lips. Was this how she had made him feel when he was undressing? Full of longing and anticipation, yet a strange nervousness at the same time? If so, she rather liked the feeling.

She pressed herself forward to remove her shoes next, and then her stockings. When she was only in her pantalettes Logan moved forward.

"Allow me," he said, kneeling.

Why was he kneeling? He...oh, gods! He grasped her hips and pulled her closer. His hot mouth pressed against the mound just beneath the thin fabric of her undergarment. It was her turn to have her knees turn to jelly. His hands supported her as he pushed his mouth harder against her. She felt his tongue press on her most sensitive flesh and wriggle.

"Logan!" she cried out, goose-flesh erupting over her entire body and her crotch becoming even wetter.

He laved his tongue over her and the rough fabric teased her flesh in a way she had never imagined it could. She wound her fingers through his hair and involuntarily held his head firmly to her. Her back arched, his tongue teased, and finally her knees gave out and she was falling.

Logan caught her and swept her up into his arms. He carried her to his bed and lay her upon it. Before Annika could recover her senses he had ripped her last remaining garment from her and tossed it aside. He was over her in an instant, covering her completely.

His mouth crashed down on hers and for a moment their teeth clattered together, but they quickly found a smooth rhythm of sensual tongue sliding and suckling kisses that had them both panting in moments. Annika pushed at his chest and Logan obligingly let her have her way. She pulled back from their kiss and pushed him onto his back. She gazed down at him and her body's tingling instantly told her she approved of every inch of him.

He lay still, allowing her scrutiny, but she saw his fists clench with the effort. He was doing his best to allow her to set the pace.

"You're incredibly beautiful, Logan," she said huskily, and pressed her hand flat onto his chest. She felt the springy black hairs there and smiled with delight as she laced her fingers beneath them. The curls tickled slightly and she liked the feel. Logan closed his eyes as she explored him.

Annika ran her palm over his tight little nipples. Interesting. They tightened even more when she teased them so. She then bent down to lick one, and he gasped. She took it into her mouth and gently nipped it. A hand suddenly seized her hair and held her to him as she teased the tiny bud with her tongue and edges of her teeth.

"Annika..."

She was so pleased to hear him say her name like that! Yet, she also couldn't help but wonder if he had said other women's names the same way. Had they pleased him as much? Had he felt this pleasure from them, or worse, more pleasure?

She hadn't realised that she had paused until she found herself being pushed upwards. Logan's hands cupped her breasts firmly and squeezed until she gasped. He flicked his thumbs over her nipples and he stared at her until she returned his gaze.

"Annika, don't think for a moment that I've ever known what it was to truly love, need, and want, until now. Until you."

How did he know? But of course she knew how he did. Their very souls were entangled with each others whether they willed it or not. Of course they did will it, but still, that very connection allowed for a silent communion that simply was not possible otherwise. Did all lovers share this sort of bond?

Annika doubted it. She didn't know why, but she felt absolutely certain that few had such a bond as the one she and Logan shared. She shuddered as her nipples became so sensitised that they ached at his slightest touch.

Her head lolled back as he now tugged at them, but he didn't stop speaking. "We are bonded, you and I, and no matter what happens, we always will be." His voice was still soft, but the confidence that was a part of him blanketed her with its certainty and comfort. "You belong to me, my Annika." She moaned and her breasts began to feel very heavy. The throbbing between her legs intensified and she gasped when she felt one of his hands slide between them. "And I belong to you. Utterly. Forever."

Annika tried to speak, to tell him that she believed him, but words were beyond her. The hand on her breast and the one sliding into her maiden flesh made speech, much less coherent thought, impossible.

Her hair flew about and covered her face as she somehow fell onto her back. Logan was once more atop her and his mouth was now at her throat, kissing and suckling a trail down to her breasts. The other was stroking the wetness between her legs until that wetness grew very warm and incredibly slick. When his teeth fixed on her nipple firmly and tugged, she cried out his name. Her back arched and his fingers slid up to the tiny nub of flesh that she had only discovered recently when she lay in bed. Well, she had known about it, but never that it could be so sensitive to the touch!

Her own desperate touches did little for her, but Logan's...oh, gods! The sensitivity was beyond anything she had ever known. But his touch did not linger only there. His thumb replaced his finger and the roughness of it made her nub so stiff that it seemed ready to burst. As his thumb circled and teased, his inserted a finger inside of her sopping entrance. The finger plunged and crooked, located an incredibly responsive spot inside her and suddenly fluid began to seep.

"Oh, my!" she gasped and tried to sit up. "I've...I've..."

He chuckled. "No, you didn't piss yourself," he said, "you're releasing the womanly fluids that prove that I'm arousing you in a way you like."

"But..."

"Trust me, Annika." He then brought a wet finger to her lips. "Taste."

She sniffed, and then licked his finger. There was a faint taste of something sweet there.

"You see? This is what I want most to taste of your delectable little body, my love. Now, lay still and let me do as I will."

Reassured, she obeyed. He had her raise her hips and inserted a pillow beneath her. Then he instructed her to part her thighs. She obeyed and he eased his head between them. She watched him, fascinated, as he gently parted her pink folds with his fingers and saw his tongue dart out to lick them.

Her head slammed back onto the mattress and she almost bucked out of his hands. She heard him chuckle again as she settled and relaxed once more. His fingers caressed her outer flesh, and his tongue flattened and lapped her entire slit. Oh, it felt wondrous! It felt as if all her nerve-endings were all in that one place. Her body tensed and stiffened, only to relax at his next long lick, which would both soothe and stimulate her.

Slowly, so slowly, Logan licked her from top to bottom, again and again, varying the pressure and timing of his strokes, and Annika felt the warmth of her juices seep from her some more. Each time they did he lapped them up greedily. Every so often he would stiffen his tongue and tease at her...her...

"This is your clitoris, Annika," he murmured, "but it is usually called the 'clit.' It is the most sensitive place on your body. Most men don't know how to properly pleasure a woman and they overdo the stimulation instead of building it gradually and properly. But for you, I know exactly what to do. Just relax and trust me."

And he did. Her Logan used his lips and tongue to gently and slowly coax her body into an every-growing tenseness that no longer eased. Instead, it built more and more until she was aching all over and craving a release that she didn't understand.

Logan did not give it to her. He continued to slowly lick and tease her now hyper-sensitive flesh. He then inserted two fingers inside her slick tight passage and fixed his mouth over her clit. He suckled earnestly and when it was fully inside his mouth he firmly pressed his tongue down and flicked it rapidly back and forth. His fingers bent inside of her and he thrust them faster and harder.

Annika's breathing was now so ragged and desperate that she was nearly choking. Her body suddenly was completely out of her control. Involuntarily, she struggled and writhed. But Logan had apparently been expecting this because he was able to hold her firmly as she thrashed more and more violently. !

"Lo...Lo...Logan!" she cried out, "help me!" She didn't understand what was happening to her. She couldn't control herself at all! Was this how she was supposed to react?

"Just let go, my love," he said, then fixed his mouth on her tiny nubbin again. It was so sensitive that it almost hurt, but in a most delicious way.

Suddenly her entire body convulsed. Her eyes squeezed shut of their own accord and blinding lights flashed inside her head. She felt as if she was no longer in her body, yet she was aware that her thighs were clamping tightly around Logan's head and that her body was heaving and spasming and leaking once more.

Oh, gods, the pleasure was positively celestial! She was in a place of absolute bliss, and her love, her Logan, was able to help her stay there for many, many moments. But then, inevitably, the pleasure became too much for her body to bear and she gradually descended from the realm she had just visited.

Logan was helping her, she knew. He gently eased her from her peak with gentle and slow licks and thrusts of his fingers. When he withdrew his fingers at last, he snaked his tongue softly over her pink and swollen flesh before finally withdrawing to press tiny fluttering kisses along her inner thighs.

"Logan..."

"Shhh..."

She sighed in peace and contentment and allowed herself to bask in this incredible glory and afterglow of love. He hadn't taken her as she had hoped he would, but he had still given her a priceless gift. She now understood what he had meant about his past women. She knew that he had not used his mouth on them the way he had on her. He had not been inclined to be so...intimate with them. Still, she wasn't sure if she was grateful to the one who had taught him, or ragingly jealous.

Both, she finally decided. Logan did not love that other; he loved her. Still, she had a jealous heart where her Logan was concerned. But he also had one for her. She had heard or read somewhere that love was supposed to be unselfish and not jealous. Complete bollocks.

Love was love and it was different for everyone. So she and Logan was selfish with each other. Why would that be wrong? Simple, she knew; it wasn't. It was the way they were. For them, possession was a part of their love. And who out there in that vast world would not be angry, hurt, and jealous if their loved one lay with another?

But for Logan, that was all in the past now.

Then she sucked in a worried breath. It was...wasn't it? She was soon leaving for what could be a long time. Could she really expect him to remain faithful to her during her absence? Perhaps, she reasoned. After all, he hadn't had a woman for several years. He was too busy with running the Kingdom to be troubled with one and he literally had no time.

Still, after what she had just experienced, wouldn't he occasionally want that same relief from time to time? And...she wouldn't be there to offer it to him.

"Stop it!" she told herself sternly. She had to stop this jealousy and fear or it would eat her alive.

Logan moved over her and kissed her so deeply and lovingly that her doubts began to melt away. Again, however, he seemed to know what she was thinking.

"Annika, I love you," he said, his eyes looking both soft and pained.

"And I love you, Logan," she said. She took his face between her hands. "Why do you look sad?"

"I'm not sad," he said, "you've given me the most precious thing in all Creation. You've given me your love."

"But you still fear that you'll lose it."

He touched his nose to hers. "I do."

"You won't."

"Please, Annika...I have a boon to ask of you."

"Anything."

He smiled gently and rubbed his nose across hers lovingly. "I'll not hold you to that, my love, for what I ask is very great indeed."

"Ask." She ran her fingers through his silky hair and kissed him lightly.

"Please, I know I haven't the right...but please, my Annika, until we reunite, no matter what happens, and no matter what I may...may have to do, please...please don't lay with another man. Wait for me. Allow me to explain everything. Please."

His eyes misted with tears and Annika felt her heart clench.

"Logan, I swear! I...I don't know what you may do, but I know you may do terrible things, indeed. But I'll keep an open mind and I promise...I swear that I won't lay with another. But only on one condition."

"Name it!" he said eagerly, hope flaring in his expression.

"You won't lay with anyone, either."

"I swear."

He was so confident and sure that she felt it radiate from the depths of his very being.

"I swear, too, Logan. I love you."

"I love you, Annika, with all that I am. I may do monstrous things, as I've said, but please, I beg of you, don't judge me until...until a certain day comes. You and I will both know that day. You'll then know all. And no matter what you decide, know that any other promises I may break in the meantime, I won't break any to you."

"Logan, that sounds odd." Her brow furrowed. "How can you be honourable to me and not to someone else?"

"There is a difference between promises made in good faith where politics and realities of the land are concerned and promises to the loved one of the heart."

"Ah, I see," she said. And she did.

"I'll trust you, Logan. But you must trust me, too."

"I will. But remember that I am a jealous and possessive man," he said, his eyes narrowing. "I may unreasonably be jealous of men you will spend time with. And though I know that you won't be..." He cleared his throat. "I won't be able to stem the occasional jealous fear."

Annika smiled and kissed him soundly. "I am the same way, Logan. I'm jealous of all the women in your past."

"You don't need to be."

"I know, but I am. Do not lay with, keep company with, or even appear to encourage another woman, do you hear me? I won't have it." Her voice and resolution was firm, and she knew her eyes glittered with fierce determination and command.

Logan smiled, genuinely pleased. "I bend to your will, my love. Already you are becoming the woman I always hoped you'd be. I am King and may demand anything of anyone, but you are the one being in all the world who can demand anything of me and bring me to my knees at your slightest whim."

Annika smiled.