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A Genie Named King

Chapter 37

King swore he heard a knock on the door.

He also swore he heard someone curse excitedly just a second ago.

But as the King of Fairies grudgingly opened his eyes, he saw no one. Light barely streamed in through the room's windows. The auburn haired man furrowed his brows as he searched the room. He readied himself to get up to investigate when he noticed a weight on his chest.

"Diane," he whispered softly in disbelief at the head of brown hair.

She hummed, snuggling herself further into his embrace. King smiled lightly as he complied with her unspoken desire and pulled her closer. His one arm was looped around her waist, tucked underneath her shirt so he could feel her skin. Involuntarily, his cheeks heated.

Their actions last night hit him like a ton of bricks.

King gulped audibly, his fingers twitching against her skin. Diane sighed contently and he almost jumped out of his skin. Shit, shit, shit! He cursed as he found himself at a complete loss of what to do now. He'd never really thought of how he'd feel after being so, so, intimate with Diane. His damn mind had always gotten stuck on how she would feel and how to make sure she didn't have any regrets.

Not to say that he regretted any of it.

Quite the contrary actually.

King wanted to explore Diane even more.

And that was the problem.

He groaned as he let his head sink back into the pillow. King's lower half was already awake and standing at attention on the mere memory of Diane last night. Not to mention the fact that she was pressed up against him, no barrier between them except his shirt straining against her chest. His free hand twitched at his side. The desire to touch her more taking a firm hold on him.

The hand on her waist slid further up her side. Diane moaned, her lips brushing against his neck. Her body wriggled as she threw a leg over him and effectively trapped him between her and the bed. Her bare thigh pushed the fabric of his shorts up as they tightened around him. Her toes scratching lightly at his calf. The fromer giantess' hand trailed down his stomach stopping just before the waistband. King let out a shaky breath.

Diane's hand dipped under his shirt instead and hummed as his muscles flexed reflexively. She nipped lightly at his throat. King brushed his fingertips against the underside of her breast.

"Harlequin," she huskily responded. Her fingers continued moving against his skin as she placed another kiss to his throat. She pulled back, forcing his hand to fall back to her waist, and smiled shyly at him. "Good morning."

King blushed as he returned her shy smile with his own. "G-good morning, Diane… Did I wake you?"

"Maybe," her cheeks pinked before she laid her head back down, "but it was a good way to wake up."

He heated up at her words (in more ways than one.) Diane's fingertips circled around his chest, so he figured he'd return the favor. Her couldn't stop his hand from returning to where it had been, just underneath her breast. She let out a shaky breath and he paused.

"Is this… okay?" King questioned cautiously.

Just because it had been okay last night, didn't mean she still wanted to pursue this kind of… relationship? Action? Friends with benefits thing? Either way, King figured he was safer asking.

"Yes," Daine mumbled against his neck as her thighs tightened around his leg again. "But… do we have enough time?"

A small smirk tugged at his lips. "Enough time for what?" He teased, his hand latching onto the treasure that was Diane's breast.

Her breath hitched. "T-training," she struggled to say, not even bothering with answering his question.

She has a point, King thought grudgingly. He continued his ministrations despite the thought. "Maybe they called it off for today," the auburn haired man mumbled hopefully into her hair.

That would be way too convenient.

Diane's hips bucked against him as his thumb slid against her nipple. "H-how would we k-know," she questioned shakily.

"Your phone maybe?" His hands moved to her hip, urging her on top of him. She went with his movements without hesitation.

They both moaned as Diane rubbed herself against his hardened member. She pressed a sloppy kiss to his throat before pushing herself up. King mesmerized by the flush to her cheeks and the way her amethyst eyes swirled with desire.

"I'll check it later," she told him sternly. He could only nod in the face of her lustful fire. She pulled her lips in between her teeth as she fought back a moan.

"Don't do that?" He requested without thinking.

Diane blushed, eyes meeting his. "Do what?"

Well it was too late to take it back now. "Uh, stop yourself," he said simply as he avoided her. "I… I like it when you, um, moan... and stuff."

Whoa, King, he sarcastically commended himself. Way to go with that one. Moan and stuff? What the hell was I thinking. Oh right. I wasn't. He wanted to smack himself. Would it be weird if he wore a muzzle?

"Oh," Diane responded quietly. She leaned over him, her lips to his ear. "I like it when you moan and stuff too."

His grip on her hips tightened and she let out a soft giggle. She took his ear in between her teeth and King gasped at the odd sensation.

"Hmm," Diane hummed pleasurably as she rocked her hips. He hissed. "I believe that falls into the stuff category." She placed a kiss behind his ear before trailing back to his jawline.

King's hands moved from her hips to underneath her shirt. His fingers journeyed across her skin, committing her every curve to memory. His hands stopped when they brushed against the bottom of her breast. Diane whimpered and King felt a sense of pride in being able to cause such sounds from her.

"Harlequin," she breathed against his neck, her body wiggling against him.

"Yes, Diane?"

She straightened and stared down at him with a teasing smile. The next thing he knew, Diane had whipped her shirt off and tossed it to the side. King's breathing halted as he admired her. The sun shone in through the window giving her skin a soft glow. His eyes landed on her face. A smirk set on her lips.

Then she rolled off him.

"H-hey!" King complained and sat up. Any other words he had died on his lips as he gazed down at Diane.

Her amethyst eyes were bright and unguarded as she shyly asked, "Will you… touch me?"

His hand found her bare stomach a second later. His fingers skimmed her toned skin and he trailed upward. He kneaded her breast and she moaned, the sound the sweetest thing King had ever heard. He was determined to hear more. He lowered his mouth to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

Diane's hands gripped the side of his head as she turned his gentle kiss into something fiercer. King happily complied with her desire as their tongues moved pleasurably together. He continued moving his hand against her breast, recalling the ways she seemed to prefer from last night. Her body bucked upwards a moan escaping her.

"Harlequin," Diane whispered against his lips. Her teeth nibbled her own for a few seconds before she continued. "Lower… please?" She mumbled her request and King could feel the heat from her cheeks.

He felt his own flush at her words. "O-okay," he stumbled over his response.

He moved from her breast, down her body slowly. Small sighs left her lips as he drew closer and closer to the hem of the shorts she wore. King wasn't brave enough to dip his hand underneath the article of clothing yet, no matter how badly he wanted to. Instead, he continued his path, stopping high on the inside of her thigh. He took a deep breath before moving his hand over her cloth covered core.

"Ah!" Diane cried out and he whipped his hand away from her.

"S-Sorry!" He apologized and open his mouth to continue to do so when Diane's eyelashes fluttered.

Her amethyst eyes swirled with her desire. Her breathing was staggered, causing her chest to heave, breasts moving enticingly. King gulped as the desire to touch her more assaulted him. His hardened member twitched painfully in his pants.

"Don't stop, Harlequin, please," she whimpered needily.

Unable to find his voice, he nodded.

His hand returned to her thigh for a second before moving back to palm her core. She cried out again and King stilled his hand, but didn't pull away. Diane's eyelids slid shut and she nodded. He pressed the heel of his hand against her and she moaned. King was surprised to find it was wet where he was touching her.

He gulped as he realized that he was the reason for it. The thought urged him to continue. As his hand worked against her Diane threw her head back unable to stop the moans and chants of Harlequin, from slipping past her lips. Finding his courage, King's fingers skimmed the waistband of her shorts. He waited, giving her time to tell him no or give him the permission he sought.

"Diane?" He called for her attention.

Slowly her eyes fluttered open. Her gaze locked with his amber and she nodded. "Yes, Harlequin. Keep going, please," she struggled to say.

King's hand dipped underneath her borrowed shorts. His fingers slid over her bundle of nerves and she cried out, even louder than before. He almost choked on his tongue as the realization of where he was touching her hit him. He had thought her shorts were wet on the outside, it didn't even compare to touching her directly.

He fought back a groan as he mumbled, "you're not wearing anything under here." It was obvious she knew that, but his mind felt the need to state it.

If possible, Diane's already flushed skin pinked even more. The color prominent against her neck and chest. "I took them off last night with the rest of my clothes."

"Why," King asked, his fingers parting her, thumb brushing against where she seemed the most sensitive.

"T-they, were… wet!" She screamed as his thumb pressed firmly against her. Diane's hips began to circle his hand, thighs tightening around him.

King hummed thoughtfully, his fingers delicately exploring her. It was difficult with how she pressed her thighs together. "Open your legs, Diane," he gruffed.

Her cheeks flushed, wide eyes finding his at the unexpected demand. She bit her lip as she complied with his order. A smug smirk formed across his face and Diane shivered involuntarily. The look he was giving her heating her up even more.

"So you decided not to wear any?" He spoke as he continued stroking her, feeding some unknown fire.

"It was… uncomfortable," she responded, her hips rotated against his hand, encouraging his movements.

He was silent for a moment and Diane hoped he'd leave the embarrassing topic alone. But King was curious. "Have you… been this wet before?"

"Harlequin!" She whined throwing her hands over her heated face. His hand stopped moving and she whimpered at the loss.

"Hands down, Diane," he huskily demanded.

She peeked at him through her fingers. Something mischievous swam through his amber eyes. That damn look would be her undoing. Her legs tightened around his hand again.

"And legs open," King added.

Diane bit her lip, hips grinding against his hand despite (or maybe because of) his command. She only did it for a second before opening herself to him and dropping her hands from her face. Heat covered her body and she could no longer tell if she was warm from exertion or embarrassment (probably a combination of both).

King's smirk only grew at her following his words. She raised herself up to his hand, still palmed against her. "Answer my question, then I'll do what you want."

As much as the topic embarrassed her, it thrilled her as well. She liked it when he was commanding. "Yes," Diane breathed.

"When?"

"Harlequin!" She bucked helplessly against him. He moved his hand away. "No," she protested.

"When, Diane?"

"With you!" She shouted. "Every time I've straddled you!"

A smug smile tugged at his lips. "Now was that so hard?"

"You're a - AH!" Diane cried out in pleasure as he slipped a finger inside of her.

She moaned as he began to move. The feeling was like nothing she'd ever experienced before, completely different from when she touched herself. His thumb continued to brush against her as he pumped in and out of her. A fire within her lower abdomen built higher and higher with each movement, much as it did last night.

"Harlequin," Diane whimpered, unsure of what exactly she wanted him to do. Keep going? Stop? The pressure below was becoming too much for her. She bit down hard on her lip to contain another moan. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

"Don't stop yourself, Diane," King's quiet voice broke through her haze. She peeled her eyes open to gaze into his. The want displayed back at her fueled the heat. "I want to hear you."

That simple sentence burst the dam.

Diane cried out as stars burst in her vision. A euphoric feeling washing over her.

King removed his hand from her, accidentally brushing against the sensitive nub. Diane's body jolted in surprise and she moaned. "Sorry," he spoke quietly.

She rolled into him, her hands fisting in his shirt. "Stop apologizing for touching me Harlequin," she mumbled against his neck.

"Uh, okay," he nodded, a cautious hand pulling her closer to him. "Was that… alright?"

The brunette nodded against him. "Much better than alright. How… how are you so good at this?"

King stiffened against her. "Um… just watching your reactions… mostly," he mumbled the last part.

"Mostly?" Diane questioned pulling back just enough to glance up at him. "What's that mean?"

"Ah, well… Meliodas may have… mentioned a few things…"

"What?!" Her mouth dropped. "You got advice from Meliodas?" Her face heated up in mortification that her friend was giving such advice to King.

"N-not this one!" King quickly remedied the misunderstanding, his cheeks matching hers. "Past Meliodas! This Meliodas has never told me things like that!"

"Thank God," she instantly relaxed.

A silence passed for a few moments.

Diane couldn't contain her curiosity. "What kind of things did the old… Mel tell you?" His fingers began to fidget nervously against her hip and she inwardly smiled. Payback.

King wasn't nearly as amused by her questions.

"Uh, well, he, um, would mention things every so often when we were really drunk and it was just me, him and Ban." He gulped. "The two of them were horrible when it was just the three of us. They'd say stupid things most of the time, telling me that I should, uh, know how to please a woman if I ever managed to get that far…"

She hummed, "they don't sound much different than they are now."

"The differences are pretty subtle," he shook his head. "They still like to annoy me and give me a hard time."

"Speaking of hard…" Diane trailed off, a mischievous little smile on her features as she dipped her hand below the waistband of his shorts.

King sputtered. "D-Diane!" His body jerking as her palm ran over his member.

She smirked up at him as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. He stared at her with wide eyes. "No boxers, Harlequin?" She purred, finding it highly amusing with how he had teased her about not wearing any.

King shook his head, words apparently failing him.

She moved her hand up and down the length of him slowly, their eye contact never breaking, as if King couldn't believe she was touching him like this. "Take yours off last night too?"

"I-I, uh," the King of Fairies struggled to speak and Diane took a surprising amount of pride at rendering him to such a state. No wonder he had enjoyed it so much with her. She paused her movements and he was able to get some coherence back. "I don't, uh, ever… wear underwear," he mumbled.

"Really," Diane replied sultrily as she continued to stroke him. King threw his head back, barely managing a nod. She wondered if it was King's own preference, or a fairy thing, but she let that go for now in favor of watching his reactions.

If he's this much of a mess with just my hands… I wonder…

Diane stopped rubbing him, hand leaving his shorts as she climbed on top of him. King looked up at her with hooded eyes, confused but not with it enough to question what she was doing. She leaned over him, pressing her lips to his. He responded without hesitation and she was pleased her actions hadn't completely caused him to zone out. She pulled back, trailing kisses down his chest, stomach and stopping just above his waistband.

She glanced up at him, his amber eyes watching her, curious. She smirked at him and winked before pulling his shorts down.

"D-Diane!" He immediately protested, his eyes wide and face beet red. She pressed a kiss to the tip of his member and he hissed. "Y-you d-don't," King continued to try and protest, "have to-."

The giantess licked him, halting all his words.

The sensation was like nothing King had ever experienced before. Diane's tongue against him was something he'd fantasized about but never really thought would come true. He couldn't stop watching her. From the spark in her amethyst eyes, she was extremely pleased. A seductive turn of her lips was the only warning he had.

She took him in her mouth.

King's jaw slacked, eyes refusing to budge from looking away from her as she began to bob against him. When her gaze met his, he could feel her lips curl around him in an attempt to smile. He groaned, digging his hands into her hair with the need to hold onto something to ground himself. Diane hummed her own pleasure. The sensation paired with the lustful gaze she gave him while having her lips wrapped around him was too much.

He bucked up into her mouth.

Just as he was about to apologize, Diane went at him harder.

"D-Diane!" He half sputtered through a moan. "I-I'm gunna-" he attempted to push her off but she wasn't having it. He groaned as he released himself in her mouth. His eyes slid shut, breathing heavy. When Diane pulled away, he forced himself to open his eyes.

A thumb wiped across her lips as she made a thoughtful face. "It tastes... salty."

"Uh… sorry?" He wasn't sure that was something he had to apologize for but he did so anyway with warm cheeks.

Diane flushed as well, as if just realizing she had said that out loud. "Oh, uh, no it's alright. I just... I didn't know what to expect… I guess." She ducked herself against his side, hiding. She's quick to change the topic. "I need a shower."

"Same," King sighed, holding her close, not really wanting to leave but knowing they needed to. "You should check your phone. See if someone's tried getting a hold of us for training."

"I suppose I should," she huffed and rolled away from him, reaching for her phone on the night stand. She's quiet for a few moments, reading it. A slow smile spread across her lips. "Looks like we lucked out!" She told him brightly. "Meeting for brunch at noon."

The auburn haired man's eyes widened in surprise. "Huh, well, wasn't actually expecting that. What time is it now?"

"A little after ten," Diane hummed. "Gives us enough time to shower."

"Us?"

She smirked and nodded as she got out of bed, making her way to the bathroom. "Or you can wait until I'm done."

"No, no, no," King scrambled after her. "I'm coming."

Diane giggled and he flushed.

"Man," Ban groaned as he collapsed onto the breakfast table. "Last night was the most I've drank in a long time.~"

Elaine quirked a brow, "You mean besides the night before that?"

The white haired man merely grinned at her before falling asleep next to his plate of food.

Meliodas half debated joining his friend and passing out on the table as he sat down. He was dead tired. They'd stayed up far too late into the morning drinking and just talking. It was about noon now and they were finally able to drag their asses out of bed.

"I wonder if Merlin will just cancel training for today," Elizabeth pondered out loud as she took the empty seat beside him.

"Unlikely," King commented as he and Diane entered the room. "She's never been one to care much about excuses." The auburn haired man continued as he sat down in a chair and propped an elbow up on the table, resting his chin in his open palm. "Actually I'm surprised she's put everything off this long."

"Me too," Elaine agreed with a nod of her head. "If she hadn't told us last night herself before we went to bed, I wouldn't have believed it."

"That's true," Elizabeth thought it over. "Merlin usually is so set on her schedules."

"Thanks a lot for the text by the way," Diane beamed as she wagged her phones her friend. "Woulda been real mad if we got down here and no one else was here."

The table went back and forth in pleasant conversation. Elizabeth, Diane, and Elaine eventually drifting off into their own talks. Ban was still passed out and King too seemed to be dozing off. A smirk grew on Meliodas' lips.

"What are you so tired for," he whispered as he nudged his old roommate in the ribs.

The poor fairy probably hadn't even thought of the possible repercussions of sitting by him. Maybe he forgot that I saw him leave with Diane last night? He idly wondered.

King bolted up, suddenly wide awake. "D-Didn't sleep much," he mumbled his response.

"Oh yeah?" Meliodas quirked a brow at the rising blush on the Sin of Sloth's cheeks. "The two of you left long before the rest of us." King sunk lower into his chair, Meliodas' smirk grew. "Unless you were doing something else besides sleeping?"

The King of Fairies sent the demon a death glare. Probably trying to tell him to stop. Meliodas wasn't having any of that though.

"I take it making up went well? She didn't murder you it seems."

"Uh, I told her the truth…"

"And that worked?"

King nodded.

"And then what?" Meliodas prompted trying to keep the fairy talking. Their voices were still low, the women at the table paying the mumbling two no mind.

Red crawled up the auburn haired man's neck as he just shook his head.

The blonde tried not to laugh. "What the heck is that suppose to mean?"

"D-Don't ask me that," King hissed. His amber eyes skittered nervously over the table's other occupants.

Meliodas quirked a taunting brow. "That good huh?"

The fairy sank even lower. If he went any farther, he'd be under the table.

The demon chuckled. "Fine, fine, I won't ask anymore…." King visibly relaxed and a sigh passed his lips. Meliodas grinned. "Not right now anyways."

King glared at him.

But the Fairy King couldn't fool him. Meliodas could see underneath the silent death threat (that the fairy didn't even mean). He's really happy, the demon smiled at the thought. His eyes shifted over to his other friend. Diane too seemed to be extra bubbly this morning, a smile never leaving her face as she talked excitedly with Elizabeth and Elaine. The woman's attitude must be contagious as the other two beamed right along with her.

"I'm glad you two worked it out," Meliodas commented lightly to King. He ignored the auburn haired man's look of shock as he loaded up his plate.

Meliodas almost missed the quiet, "me too," the fairy mumbled back.

"Ah, everyone is here, excellent," Merlin greeted them as she entered the room. Gowther and Escanor not far behind. "Are we ready to get started?"

"We just got here," Meliodas defended as he worked at the food on his plate.

Merlin frowned. "I told you to be ready by noon."

"Sorry Merlin," Elizabeth tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "We thought that meant meeting and eating in the dining room first. Like we've always done."

"I suppose I should have specified," the ravenette sighed. "Well, hurry up and eat then. The others are waiting for us."

"The others?" Diane quipped. "What others?"

"The other reincarnations?" Elaine tilted her head curiously. "You mentioned them last night, didn't you?"

"Indeed I did."

"What are they doing here exactly?" Meliodas commented in between mouthfuls.

"The same thing as all of you, for the most part," Merlin responded with a smirk.

"And that means?"

"You'll just have to wait and see."

And with that, Merlin, Escanor and Gowther left the room.

"Always so fucking cryptic," King mumbled beside him.

Meliodas had to agree.

A/N: Hello readers! Merry Christmas! Yes, I'm a bit early but I probably won't be posting again for this story until after, so I'm saying it now! I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! I don't have to much to say today, just that it's been a crazy month! I hope everyone has a good holiday! Cya in a few weeks!

Luv~