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?
Come Closer
Chapter #26
Now, for some basically pointless smut because I've been missing the Logan/Annika lovin'! Well, that and I'm just plain in the mood for some PWP.
Buying property and browsing about Bowerstone proper had been cut short when Annika had suddenly found herself approached in the middle of her hair colouring by one of Logan's soldiers. The hairstylist, a paunchy young man with an aristocratic pink wig, froze in obvious fear and Annika eyed the reflection of the dour-faced guard in the mirror.
"Yes?" she asked impatiently, "I'm in the middle of something here! As far as I know, I haven't broken any law!"
"No, Miss, but I have orders to escort you to someone of the highest importance. He desires a meeting with you as soon as possible."
The guard then surprised the young Hero by discretely pressing a small purple flower into her hand. Annika swallowed hard and tears of happiness and anticipation pricked her eyes. It was from Logan! He knew of her arrival and wanted to see her!
"Perry, please hurry and finish dying my hair! I have a very important appointment!" she instructed the former owner and now manager of the beauty shop.
Once in the palace Annika had been taken in hand by her former maid and lead to her previous chambers. Janine, her beloved personal maid, was so happy to see her mistress again that she couldn't help but hug and kiss the Princess.
"Oh, your majesty, it is so good to see you again!" the pretty blonde bubbled excitedly, while beginning to fuss over Annika's clothing and hair critically. She eyed the dirt of the road that stained her charge's face and clothing and tsked in disapproval.
Annika laughed and allowed Janine to help her undress and slide into the pleasingly hot bath that awaited. Janine always knew just the right temperature for the water and the proper amount of rose oil to add.
"I'm happy to see you again, too, Janine!" Annika said with a happy sigh. "I've just returned to town and found out that Logan wants to see me!"
"Oh, yes, Miss, he's quite eager, from what Bertie tells me! He says the King hasn't been so agitated and impatient, in a good way, for weeks!"
They both laughed. Bertie, Logan's valet, was staunchly loyal to Logan, and he was also good-natured, pleasant, handsome, and obviously in love with Janine. There was probably nothing that a valet could learn that he did not share with Janine. Annika had more than half-expected the two to have married by now.
"Janine," she suddenly said, remember how wealthy she was becoming, "do you and Bertie plan to marry? I hope this isn't too forward of me to ask!"
"Oh, no, Princess!" Janine responded, and began to sponge the young woman's neck and shoulders gently. "You know that I have no secrets from you! To tell the truth," Janine said, bending to whisper conspiratorily into Annika's ear even though they were quite alone, "Bertie said that he'll propose the moment he can afford a nice house for us! We think that by the end of the year we'll be able to marry!"
Annika straightened. "Is that all that's stopping you from marry you now? Why did you never say so, Janine? Consider it done! I have money aplenty. Just name the house and it's yours, along with a generous allowance. Consider it my dowry for you and Bertie."
Janine was so shocked that her arm skidded along the edge of the slippery tub and she slipped partially in, soaking her arm and chest.
"Princess," she gasped, "that...that is too generous of you! I could never..."
"Nonsense. It is my gift to you. Now, the two of you pick out a fine house and it's yours. You've been not only a good maid to me, Janine, but a good friend. I want you two to be happy and have the life you deserve together!"
Janine splashed her way free from the tub and laughed in embarrassment. "I...I don't know how to ever thank you, Princess!" She was blushing madly and Annika smiled. "I'll tell Bertie as soon as I see him! Oh, Princess, you've made me the happiest of women! Please allow us the honour to name our first child after you or the King! Oh, wait, we'll have numerous children, so both of you shall be honoured!"
"Accepted," Annika said with a smile.
"Then," her maid said with a deep blush of pleasure, "at least allow me to clean you, wash your hair, style it, and make you as lovely as possible for your meeting with the King!"
"I'm counting on it," Annika replied. "I want to look my best, Janine!"
"You'll utterly amaze him, Princess," Janine said. "Though I must admit that I've never styled purple hair before..."
The royal maid then turned her attention to the patient dog in the corner of the room. "I suppose he'll need a bath as well?" She barely kept from giggling as Annika doubled over in laughter.
"He recently had one, but he'd love another, Janine! Oh, and he doesn't care for rose oil, remember? Better make his water gilded amber."
Poopsie lifted his head and whined in approval. He knew those words and always enjoyed his baths.
Annika, however, didn't bring Poopsie with her when she traversed the secret passage to Logan's chambers. Janine did not know that she and Logan were lovers, and so, when her maid had left her, she had changed out of the chosen ensemble and donned a risque negligee.
Her memory flashed back to when she and Logan had been quite young and he had asked her to side with him in asking their parents to construct a secret tunnel between their chambers so that they could meet.
Of course they had insisted to the King and Queen that they would not use such a secretive way of meeting as a way to get together to cause mischief, which had, of course, been a fib, but still, their doting mother had laughed and persuaded her husband to add his consent to hers for the construction of the passage. Annika and Logan had indeed caused their fair amount of childhood mischief; mislaying the kitchen utensils to bother the cooks, hiding the gardening tools, getting in to the housed nobles face paints and other sundries, and overall simply having the fun that children normally have.
Logan had been older than she, of course, but he had not outgrown his love for pranks. Even in later years when he perhaps had, he never tired of the enjoyment his younger sister obtained from them and he never complained when she wanted to play pranks that he was rapidly outgrowing. As a young and budding Prince who was busy developing and perfecting the skills he needed to one day become King, he had made certain to never be too busy for Annika.
When the Princess carefully pressed the panel and slid it to one side, exposing the opening into Logan's private sitting room, she was surprised to see him sitting in his favourite reading chair, his back to her. His head was bowed and his entire frame was tense. He mumbled agitatedly to himself and she could feel as well as see the tension and anxiety radiating from him.
His aura was white and grey and showed her these things, but there was also strange yellow that she could only assume signified fear. Sympathy washed over her and she knew that he truly needed her, and not just for a visit.
Annika blinked to shove away the visible colours of his aura. She did not want to see them now. She just wanted to see her Logan; especially since he was obviously in a state of high anxiety.
"Logan?" she whispered, hoping to not startle him.
"Annika!" He leapt up from the chair in a blur of purple and gold and rushed to her. She barely caught a glimpse of his relieved visage as he pulled her into a nearly crushing embrace. He had forgotten to remove his chest plate and it pressed painfully against Annika's negligee-clad breasts and threatened to bruise her ribs.
"Forgive me," he murmured, feverously kissing her neck and cheeks. He did not stop kissing her as he fumbled with the clasps of the chest plate and allowed it to drop at their feet.
Annika returned his kisses with equal passion but was taken aback by Logan's desperation. He was behaving as a starved man, or one on the brink of mental breakdown. Why was he in such a state? Had something happened?
For now, however, she allowed him to pull her into his bedroom and he kicked the door of the sitting room closed.
"Annika, my Annika," he groaned, pressing her against the wall with the full length of his body and capturing her lips with his own, "you're forever mine, aren't you?"
She could not reply, as his kisses were too quick and hot for her to respond, much less think coherently.
"You mustn't hate me, ever! Do you hear me? You mustn't! No matter what happens and what I may have to do, please don't ever hate me!"
An agonized sough escaped his throat when she pushed him back so she could speak. "Logan, please, tell me what troubles you so! Of course I'm yours, and of course I love you forever! Why are you like this? What are you afraid of? Tell me!"
His ashen and almost death-like pallor and sunken eyes told her more plainly than words that his agony and fear was real, but what she could not know was the reason. That was something he would have to tell her.
"I cannot! I am not even certain myself, Annika! But I know that very soon you will see what I must sometimes do to keep control over Albion; to keep things in order. You will experience something very ugly by my own hands and..." He gasped and sweat beaded his creased forehead. "You must forgive me! You must try and understand! Can you accept the good in me as well as the evil? Can you?"
"Yes, yes!" she cried out, desperate to appease him.
"But you don't even know what may have to be done, and you will suffer greatly as a result," he panted, and pressed her even harder against the wall. "You'll hate me, perhaps, or fear me! But remember that you are the one creature in all the world that can bring me to my knees. Never forget that. You are my one and only weakness."
Again he was not telling her what he knew, or if he did not know, at the very least, suspect! Annika was frustrated and annoyed, but she could not press him further now. Logan was clearly terrified and needed her love and reassurance, not her pressing.
Suddenly his strong hand slid between her legs and pressed firmly into her, causing her to gasp. He captured that gasp with his mouth and drank it in as Annika felt herself sag with the bolt of desire that shot through her loins and weakened her knees.
His fingers pressed and rubbed the thin layer of gossamer that was the only thing separating his flesh from hers.
"Don't ever let another touch you like this!" he groaned, sliding his fingers along the now wet and slick cloth. "Never let another touch you!"
"I won't," she gasped, grasping his shoulders for support. Her entire body was threatening to go slack with desire. She tried to open her legs a bit further, but their position wouldn't allow it. All she could do now was reach behind him and grasp his buttocks and squeeze. When he moaned against her mouth she pulled his pelvis closer to her, trapping his hand between her legs more effectively than before.
"Gods, Logan!" Annika panted, perspiration beginning to coat her own body, "I cannot bear this!"
"You can and you will," he growled hoarsely. "You're mine! Mine!"
She bucked helplessly against his teasing hand and her lips parted, allowing his probing tongue to enter her mouth and snake around hers.
"Say it," he hissed, flicking her tongue with his between words, "say you're mine! Say you're mine to do with as I please!"
So, he needed not only her love and complete acceptance, but also her surrender. He was desperate for some measure of control; that was the only thing that could pacify him. Of course, she knew, as his devilish fingers were coming ever closer to coaxing an orgasm from her trembling body, she would not be difficult to control! It wasn't as if she was fighting him. But did he, in actuality, need a fight? Or at the very least, a token resistance on her part?
Annika decided to test these waters. "I'm yours, Logan, but that doesn't mean you can control me and do anything you please!"
She was so close to orgasm, so close! But she resisted and wriggled free of him. "If you want me," she panted, "you'll be a proper gentleman and take me to bed!"
Her heart was thundering against her ribs and her pulse ringing in her ears, but she stepped yet further back. "What say you to that?" she taunted him, satisfied to see his eyes narrow at her challenge.
Logan growled and lunged for her, surprising her as he bore her to the floor. He straddled her body, ripped the negligee apart with both hands, and tossed it aside. "I say you'll be naked any time I want you to be and you'll bend to my will!"
He pinned her arms to the rug while trailing hot and sucking kisses along her belly before pressing his mouth firmly to her throbbing centre. A long and slow lick along her slit made her gasping. A press of the tip of his tongue to her clit caused her to moan and toss her head. He no longer needed to pin her down and released her arms. He slid two long and dextrous fingers into her dripping passage and crooked and manipulated them, reducing her to a quivering mass of writhing and wanton femininity.
She had never reached a climax so rapidly before, nor had one drawn out for so long. Logan kept her at her peak, expertly swirling his tongue around her clit and flexing his fingers inside her, finding and teasing her most sensitive spots, determined to keep her pleasure at its highest. By the time her body could no longer sustain the orgasm her thighs were clamped around his head and she was quivering so violently that she could barely breathe.
Breath soon became a necessity, however, as he quickly withdrew from her and shed his clothing. He knelt over her and seized her head, pressing the head of his swollen cock to her lips.
"Take me!" he commanded, his fingers twiching involuntarily in her touseled hair. "Take all of me!"
It was an awkward angle, her lying on her back and him straddling her torso, but she had no choice but to take his member into her mouth. She had to concentrate hard to not gag as he seemed quite unable to control his impulses. He thrust into her mouth as vigourously as if he were inside her body and she grasped his buttocks for support and to ease her aching neck.
Still, this control, this command, he was taking of her excited her beyond measure. Annika craved this. This Logan was one part of the man she needed and a part that commanded her respect and obedience. The gentle Logan, the needful Logan, yes; but this one, the one who was simply taking what he wanted and needed from her, was irresistable.
She relaxed her throat as much as possible and pulled on his taut buttocks, urging him to thrust even harder. She didn't care if she gagged at times, and he didn't care that sometimes her teeth accidentally scraped his cock.
"Gods, yes, my Annika," he groaned through gritted teeth. "Yes!"
When his hot viscous seed spurted from his member he grasped her head harder. "Swallow!" he commanded her, albeit unnecessarily, as she eagerly complied.
He didn't release her head until she had laved him completely clean. How he was maintaining his hardness she did not know.
"Now, on the bed with you," he said, voice low but still authoritative, "and get on your hands and knees."
Annika didn't know how she felt, precisely, and analysing would have to wait. She did know that she was more erotically charged than she had ever been in her life and obeying Logan without question had never been so appealing.
She got on her hands and knees, but when Logan positioned himself behind her he changed his mind and seized her neck and pushed her head down, forcing her onto her elbows.
"Like this," he said, and then plunged into her without warning.
The deepth of the penetration was one she had, of course, never experienced, and she had only ever had Logan love her completely once before. It hurt, and she cried out without meaning to, but didn't move for fear of either angering or causing Logan guilt.
He grasped her hips and slowed his thrusts considerably. Logan was obviously gaguing her reactions now and attentive to every sound and movement from her. He plainly wanted to pleasure her, not cause her pain.
After a few minutes her body relaxed and stretched to accomadate him, and the sensations became quite pleasing. Annika sighed and pressed her forehead into the mattress. She felt wonderful now and found that she very much liked this position. The angle of penetration was different and the sensations very acute. She bowed her back and thrust her backside towards him higher and more invitingly.
"More, Logan, please! Harder!"
She gasped as he grunted and slammed into her now, his sac slapping against her rear with every thrust. He was as deep as he could go and she loved every moment, even the fleeting moments of occassional discomfort.
She heard him curse as he came before her, but just as she was about to tell him that he needn't fret, he shoved her onto her belly, still thrusting inside her. He slid his right hand beneath her belly and between her legs and rubbed her slick womanhood, which was incredibly sensitive to his every touch. He roughly ground his fingers into her swollen clit and Annika came, and came hard. She cried out in bliss and quivered wildly and involuntarily for some moments.
Logan collapsed atop her, effectively pinning her to the mattress. He was breathing hard against her neck and she gasped for air. He rolled onto his back and pulled her against him.
"My Annika," he whispered raggedly between gasps of breath. "I love you more than you can ever know. You've no idea how very much yours I truly am."
"I think that I do," she said, caressing his cheek. He nuzzled against her palm and closed his eyes, which were shimmering with unshed tears.
"I'm yours, Logan," she assured him, "and I will always be. I love you completely and utterly. No matter what happens, I'll love you."
He did not open his eyes, but she saw a single tear slip beneath one closed fatigue-darkened lid. The sight tugged at her heart and for a moment she could not speak. When she could she kissed his cheek first.
"There will be some very dark times ahead, but we'll make it through them together, Logan. I love you." She kissed his eyelids next and heard him sigh. "And I'm yours to do with as you please," she added lightly, hoping to cheer him.
His eyes flicked open and the naked adoration in them nearly overwhelmed her. She felt his love wash over her in a cascade of warmth, needfulness, and devotion.
She hoped her eyes revealed her equal adoration for him and she hugged him tightly, willing her love to blanket and comfort him.