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(Cair Paravel, Narnia)

~Peter's POV~

What a day it had been. I could not get over the kiss I had with Ines today, and all the fantasies that had kept resurfacing in my mind, which really did not help at all. I stared at the unbelievably huge bulge in my trousers, and groaned in agony. Madeleine was not here at Court tonight, because she, as she said, would be having dinner, in Sutton Manor, with 'Monsieur Sutton', as she called him. Maybe instead of my name, that's what she would be moaning tonight. Hmm.

Eh, still, I hoped she could keep him occupied. So that he would stay as far away from Ines as possible, so that I could have her. But alas, that was just wishful thinking, and at the end of the day, I could not have her, and she would not have me either. What a pity. I guessed it's just me and my hand tonight, then?

I had finished dinner an hour ago. And now, I was just wasting time in this lounge, all alone, doing nothing in particular. My plan for the rest of the night was to go to my room now to take a bath, then do my business and fall asleep as soon as possible so that I'd quit thinking of Ines. It was so painful to think about her; I wish I could just switch my brain off at times.

I stood up and, loitering quite aimlessly and meandering rather pointlessly, made my way back to my room. But on my way, I had bumped into Caspian, who was evidently in a better mood than I was.

"Hey, Pete," he spoke to me first. "You don't look so good. Got your heart broken again?"

I briefly explained to Caspian my dealings with Ines today and why I was in such a mood.

"Well, you shouldn't have anything to worry about. You have Madeleine to help you out, don't you?" He raised his eyebrows.

"She's not going to be back until late at night," I whined. "Help me; I am so in need."

"Well I'm not going to sleep with you," he snorted.

"Ha-ha-ha. Very funny," I rolled my eyes, clapping slowly.

"But, I do know someone who can…well, give you a hand."

"Really?" My mood was instantly brightened. "Who might that angel be?"

"Wait in your room and very soon you'll see."

I did not have to wait for long. I had just finished my bath when somebody knocked on my door. I presumed it was Caspian so I put on my robes quickly and opened the door. But it was not Caspian. (And no, it was not Ines either. No such luck for me today. Maybe tomorrow.) It was a woman, quite tall – almost my height – with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.

"Your Majesty," she curtsied.

She looked familiar. "Who are you?" I had to ask anyway. "I feel like I've seen her perhaps a few months ago."

"You have, my King. My name is Diane."

I clicked my tongue. "Oh, so you're Caspian's ex-mistress?"

"Yes, King Peter. I did serve His Majesty a couple of years ago. But His Majesty has sent me here to serve you," she explained. I nodded and step aside. When she stepped inside, I could tell from her facial expression that she was amazed by the splendor and pomp of my bedroom. But she quickly remembered that she was not here to be given a tour of the place; she had a job to do. So she turned to me and said, "His Majesty had informed me that you were in great distress, and were desperately in need of a companion. So what can I do for you to make you less distraught, my King?"

I smirked as she began to undress eagerly. "Why don't you show me what you're best at?"

"Certainly, Your Majesty," she smiled at me professionally as she stripped me naked. "Only, it just might be too hot for you to handle."

"Ah, I doubt that," I chuckled as each garment was peeled off.

She did not reply, for she had got on her knees and her mouth was occupied with something else. Pleasure jolted through my body and coursed through my veins. She was so comfortable with taking me in her mouth; there was no protest or uneasiness even in spite of my size. Usually, other women tended to use their hands to rub what they couldn't take in with their mouth, but Diane was an exception. Her hands were behind her back that had made me very impressed. In addition to her muffled moans, I bet she could even hum a tune while blowing me, since she was doing this so confidently and professionally. I rocked back and forth, and she responded readily, her head bobbing up and down at a pace and rhythm that had very soon matched the movements of my hips. When she applied pressure on my frenulum with the tip of her tongue, grunts of ecstasy had escaped my lips uncontrollably, much like my bountiful seed that was pouring right down her throat, so deep that I doubted she even got to taste it. As a result, she swallowed – since it was halfway down her throat already.

I didn't even wait till I had fully recovered from the intensity of my orgasm, because the truth was that I didn't want to wait. I couldn't bear to wait. As soon as she rose to her feet I had grabbed her and pressed her to the wall roughly and abruptly, her nose pressed against the slightly cool surface. We were both sweating heavily. I grabbed her and kissed her jaw and neck. She smiled contently, and skillfully jutted out her hips for my easy access. I regarded this as one of the naughtiest positions ever, since it wasn't just the traditional 'stand-and-deliver' technique. Without a second thought, I had thrusted into her. Her muscles had gripped my hardness in a way that had sparked a sensation I hadn't experienced in quite a long time – with every woman it was different, and even though I was sure a lot of men had been with Diane before, I didn't mind it a single bit, because why should I care, when she was giving me so much pleasure right now, by allowing me to slam into her fervidly? With her back arched and her palms on the wall to support herself, I pounded into her vehemently, my grunts sounding more throaty and gravelly. She'd gasp and moan to my thrusts and those sounds were glorious as well; I was grateful that she wasn't faking it or producing piercing screams.

My hands were groping her hips as I pummeled her. I could hardly control the force of my thrusts because I was so close to my climax that I was basically a slave to my own impending orgasm. I was rocking her back and forth and bucking my hips wildly, breathing heavily and losing control. All this time I was racing to the top of the mountain, and now I got there, I decided to have my release in her. She gasped as she felt me fill her up with my warm seed. I slowed down but did not pull out from her just yet. It was only after she had had her high, which I could tell based on the way her muscles clenched around my rod, that I removed myself from her.

Panting, she turned around satisfactorily. "Thank you, King Pete—"

"Not another word, mistress," I said sternly. I just wasn't in the mood for talking; I was in the mood for fucking. I directed her to the nearest couch and lied down on it, beckoning her over. "Get over here and ride me."

I was expecting her to straddle me while facing me, but when she mounted me she opted for reverse cowgirl instead. I loved it way more than I thought I would. Once again she slid onto my length and began gyrating her hips, grinding tirelessly. I roamed my hands over her thighs as she threw a seductive glance back at me, effectively bringing me one step closer to my release that I really needed. To be fair and considerate because that was the way I was regardless of whomever it was that I was bedding, I rubbed her love button and played with it using my fingers to drive her wild. She was humping me even faster now, moaning here and gasping then; it's not going to be long until I'd fill her up with my hot liquids once more. Delivering a smack to her backside, she whimpered but the intended effect was achieved: she had picked up more speed, and now it could be said that she was fucking herself with my rod. I didn't have to smack her another time — she had brought both of us to our climaxes already. Hers was signaled by a sharper gasp in bliss, while mine was a low growl of extreme pleasure, as our juices mixed.

She hopped off me as soon as she was done, and I stood up too, no need for soft kisses and endearing words. I led her to the bed and put her in position, hovering over her and asking as I stroked my manhood glistening with her wetness, "Is this just like how you were in service to Caspian as well?"

She smirked. "His Majesty likes it rougher."

"How much rougher?" I inquired curiously as I grappled and squeezed her breasts, smearing her dew on them.

"How much rougher can you go, High King?" She enquired provocatively.

"Why don't we find out?" I smirked as I entered her without prior indication, causing her to gasp aloud. In this position I could go as deep as I wanted. The headboard was hitting the wall, and the tip of my rod would probably be hitting a wall too if I went any deeper. I also knew that I wouldn't last very long in this position since it was so immensely pleasurable. I plunged deep into her with each thrust while rubbing her mercilessly with my skilful fingers. My other hand never once left her bosom and I took the liberty of squeezing her hard perks to make her moan and completely belong to me. She wanted rough? She'd get rough.

"Your Majesty," she exclaimed loudly. Honestly this pretty little whore could hiss and writhe all she wanted but there was no way she could escape the pleasure that was flooding her quim like my seed was. It must be so tormenting to her; sweet, blissful torture in its rawest form. I saturated her womanhood with my liquids while once more her muscles contracted around my erection to squeeze out the last bits. Grunting, I pulled out from her forcefully as she panted.

The post-coitus hormones that were meant to make me fall asleep were beginning to kick in, and since I had spent so much energy burying my frustrations into Diane, right now I needed sleep more than sex. Using what was left of my energy, I mustered enough strength to roll out of bed. I grabbed a bag of coins but I wasn't really bothered to count how much money there was inside. I just handed it to Diane, who had got dressed quickly and had made her way to me. She accepted the gold coins and she eyed the contents greedily.

"Well that should cover it," I remarked, not caring how much she charged for three rounds of sex. But she nodded happily and looked as if I was paying her for thirty. I chuckled. "How was it, though? Rough enough for you?"

"Not quite, my King," she winked at me, quirking the corner of her wantonly.

I laughed. She was insatiable, and she knew exactly just what to say to stir my loins. "You haven't seen the best of me yet. But come again tomorrow night. Same place. I require your services. To save time, just wear as little as possible."

"Come again? I will, King Peter, I assure you," she giggled at my unintentional pun. "Goodnight, High King."