Chapter Six
Skilled fingers ghosted the soft curves of her stomach before warm fingertips traced the delicate black silk slip covering her goose-pimpled flesh. Her back arched and Ophelia suppressed a moan when a feather-light touch glided over the sensitive peak of her nipples, leaving her chest heaving as she exhaled a shaky breath. The silk sheets on the soles of her feet were cool against burning heat, bunching beneath her writhing body and gently tickling the exposed flesh of her arms, calves and thighs.
Soft, alluringly curved lips skimmed her neck and she shuddered while her nails dug into strong shoulders, afraid that if she lost her grip, she'd lose him. Delicious hardness met the soft, warm, damp mound between her legs and she whimpered when every nerve in her body seemed to come alive. Her skin burned –much like the fire inside her- stoked and kindled by his feather-light caress, his warm wet tongue and that sweet, sweet hardness.
"My Queen, how I've yearned for you," David's deep, honeyed voice breathed against her ear and she melted. The feeling of silk, slowly sliding further up her thighs had her heart jackhammering. Her thighs willingly parted , welcoming the blissfully pleasant pressure that now rested between them. That sweet hardness teased her slick folds and a moan laced with sensuality and lust tumbled from her lips.
"Take me, my King..." Ophelia whimpered, the words slipping easily from her swollen lips as she begged to feel release, needing so badly for the fire inside her to be tamed.
Ophelia awoke with a start, her limbs tangled in the bed sheets, her skin damp and sticky with sweat. She exhaled slowly, she could still feel her heart hammering rapidly against her ribs and between her legs throbbed and ached with need. Ophelia collapsed back against the crumpled pillows, staring at the overhead canopy whilst she tried to catch her bearings. She was no stranger to the occasional erotic dream, particularly when she'd read a raunchy romance novel before bed or when her mind had run away with her fantasies but this dream had been so real, so much so that she felt as though she could still feel the ghost of his lips on the sweat-slick skin of her neck. Last night had been a complete whirlwind of emotions. She'd gone from having a mental breakdown, unable to breathe, her tears pooling on the floor beneath her to having a heart to heart with the king himself before things had taken a turn for the unexpected and they'd almost kissed.
Ophelia smiled coquettishly, burying her flushed face in the cool silk of the pillow as she recalled the events leading up to the that moment. He'd somehow managed to ease her fears and provide her with comfort with only carefully articulated words. Then, he'd only gone and played to her weakness and quoted a line from her all-time favourite book. She wasn't sure if he'd meant what he'd said or whether he'd just said it in the heat of the moment to placate her, nevertheless, whatever reason he had for saying what he had, he'd drawn out the inner seductress inside her and she was fully willing to feel the force of the desire she could see burning in his crystal blue eyes. Much like she had back at the diner when he'd stared so longingly at her lips, she'd longed to run her fingers through his mess of platinum blonde hair as their lips moulded. She even went as far as to imagine raking her hands down his firm, broad chest, feeling his power beneath her fingertips.
No wonder she'd had such an explicit dream.
Ophelia slipped out of bed and padded over to the tapestry and tugged on the rope revealing the hidden French doors leading out to the balcony. She frowned when she looked out at the horizon to see the sky streaked with apricot and cotton candy pink, the sun frozen in a half-risen state casting the kingdom in shadows. She knew it wasn't early dawn like the panoramic view would suggest, she could feel it was late morning, yet the landscape was in a permanent state of twilight. Confused, Ophelia doubled back into the room, vowing to take a shower and call on Ellie knowing she'd be able to explain the anomaly.
"Ellie," Ophelia chimed into the ether, perched on the stool of the vanity brushing her cherry-blossom scented hair, focusing very hard on not giving her arm a lick to test whether the peach and papaya soap she'd lathered her body in tasted as good as it smelt.
"Good morning my lady Ophelia, you look much brighter this morning," Ellie smiled, stepping into the bedroom.
"Yeah, sorry about last night, I can't have been a pretty sight," she smiled bashfully.
"Not to worry, did his majesty ease your burdens?" Ellie gave her a knowing smirk and Ophelia pointed the brush at her accusingly.
"I know what you're implying, and I'll have you know that I'm a lady, no such nonsense took place last night. He hasn't even taken me on a date yet, I'm not going to allow him to warm my bed so soon," she chastised jovially - not that the thought hasn't entered her mind.
"Such prudish beliefs you humans share," Ellie laughed, disarming her of the brush.
"It's not prudish," Ophelia frowned.
"Oh, come now Ophelia, humans as a species are inherently prudish. They baulk at nudity and feel shame from seeking the pleasures of the flesh and those that don't feel shame are labelled outlandish and of loose morals. In the Underworld, the pleasures of the flesh are celebrated, why do you think most every unmarried king has a harem? Even married royalty and commoners alike sometimes partake in group pleasure-"
Ophelia gasped.
"-See what I mean?" Ellie giggled as she styled Ophelia's hair in a Dutch princess braid.
Wanting to divert the subject from all things pleasures of the flesh related, Ophelia decided to ask Ellie about the strange occurrence outside. "Ellie, why is the kingdom in a frozen state of twilight? What time is it?"
"It's a little after nine," she hummed, fluffing Ophelia's chocolate brown curls over her shoulders. "The kingdom is enchanted and only ever experiences twilight and night. The residents of this kingdom are unable to tolerate daylight and the kingdom would suffer if it could only function after dusk."
"Oooh..." Ophelia nodded as understanding dawned on her. From what she'd read of the bloodthirsty creatures, going out in the sunlight would result in certain death, so it made sense that the kingdom was enchanted to be perpetually within the confines of shadow. It did make her a little sad to think that she'd likely never get to feel the sun's warming rays on her bare skin, nor would she ever witness the way the ocean glittered in the daylight. However, twilight did hold a certain charm and beauty with its pastel hues and limbo between darkness and light.
Ellie powdered Ophelia's face and applied a few licks of mascara which did a very good job of making her lashes look long and lush. Ophelia decided to prove Ellie wrong about her being a prude and as a form of protest, stood defiantly in only her bra and knickers while she picked out a dress. In the end she opted for a black dress that sported a corset-style bodice adorned with an intricate pattern woven with gold thread, short satin sleeves and a satin skirt that fell a little above her ankles; pairing the dress with the same black buckled pumps she'd worn yesterday. "I should escort you down to the dining hall, his majesty was adamant on withholding breakfast until you were to join him," Ellie explained with a sly smirk.
Ophelia smiled to herself, feeling rather eager to see the blue-eyed king. Last night had given her a glimpse of the man he had the potential to be once you stripped away the arrogant, ill-tempered façade he portrayed, and Ophelia found that she liked what she saw. He was undeniably handsome with a body that made her palms sweat and now, after he'd taken the time to patiently pull her from her knees, deep down she could feel that he wasn't the tyrant everyone knew him to be.
Perhaps wishing for death or imprisonment in place of been tied to him had been a hasty assumption on her behalf for the way her core throbbed and her body burned in his presence, made her inclined to believe that he could be the prince charming she'd dreamed of.
Perhaps she would star front and centre in her own fantasy story, the nerdy human who fell in love with the king of bloodthirsty immortals.
"So, are you going to tell me what I interrupted last night?" Dwayne smirked, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Who told you that you interrupted anything?" David retorted, neatening the collar of his shirt.
"The fact that you were shirtless and looked pretty irritated when I first walked in. Plus, the queen herself look a little flustered…" Dwayne baited while Marko and Paul grinned like Cheshire cats.
"Shut up, we were merely talking, she was upset and I was trying to offer her comfort-"
"-By feeling her up?" Paul grinned, ducking just in time for the spoon to fly over his head, hitting the far wall with an obnoxious clatter.
"Drop it, all of you – nothing happened, end of story," the king hissed as the doors to the dining hall swung open and Ellie entered the room with Ophelia following close behind – he was in no mood for his friends shenanigans, he was exhausted from the previous night's events and his body still ached like a bitch from the fight it put up against the Lycan's curse.
However, David's foul mood swiftly lifted when his eyes landed on Ophelia, finding he could barely keep his eyes off his future queen for she looked indescribably beautiful. Her chocolate brown curls cascaded in rich ringlets over her shoulders and her soft curves were accentuated by the corseted bodice of her dress. Ellie backed out of the room with a hurried curtsy while Ophelia took her place beside him at the table. "I trust that you slept well?" David inquired with a tired smile.
"Yeah… I never got the chance to say it last night but thank you for being there…" Ophelia smiled shyly, toying with her napkin.
"It's my duty," he countered, enjoying the sight of her uncontrollable blush.
Once breakfast was served, he made the conscious effort to pour Ophelia her coffee, going out of his way to ensure that everything she could possibly want was well within her reach. The air between them felt different somehow, like being so close to her was easier and less daunting. He found himself wanting to do things that would elicit that beautiful smile of hers. However, the fact that he had an audience to his apparent softening, caused him to be a little more reserved than he wished to be. "Dwayne, any news for me this morning?" David inquired, leaning back in his chair, casually sipping his coffee.
"Yes, Alexandria sent word that he is ready to begin the queen's training as of tomorrow."
Ophelia scowled which elicited muffled snickers from across the table. "Training, you make me sound like a bloody show pony," Ophelia muttered to herself, drizzling honey on a chunk of bread already laden with soft cheese and David glanced down at her with an amused smirk.
"The orphan boy Jeremiah seems settled with the servants but I feel it's appropriate to ask whether you wish for him to remain at the palace or whether you wish for him to return to one of the families neighbouring him at the farmlands?" Dwayne asked.
David saw Ophelia stare up at him, her head tilted curiously, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "He shall remain at the palace," he stated, noting Ophelia's smile grow.
"I shall inform the servants your majesty, aside from that, your court session with those wishing for an audience with the king will begin promptly at noon in the throne room as always," Dwayne continued, smiling around the rim of his cup.
"Very well," David sighed. "Seen as Ophelia will begin her training as of tomorrow, I believe it would be prudent to ensure she is familiar with the palace; therefore, I suggest a walking tour and as I am otherwise engaged, I would ask that Paul, you escort her.
Paul looked a little taken aback by the responsibility being unloaded on him. "Me?"
"Him?" Dwayne frowned, echoing Paul's own concerns.
"Yes. I have thought long and hard about a few things and I've come to a decision that from now on, Paul shall act as Ophelia's official guard," the king declared, causing a number of raised eyebrows. "Marko is busy overseeing the palace guard as their general. Dwayne, you are busy with your duty as my advisor and currently, there is only Paul who is free for the role. Now, I know Ophelia has Ellie, but Ellie is not expected to take on the responsibility of protecting her, that, I'm intrusting on you Paul. Call it a way to prove you're not as incompetent as I believe you to be."
"Be prepared to be disappointed," Marko scoffed and Paul punched his arm in warning.
"Don't worry your majesty, me and the queen will be best friends in no time," Paul smirked and Ophelia giggled, shaking her head in amusement.
"If you fail in your responsibility Paul, I will not be as lenient with you as I have in the past, you are aware of that, aren't you?"
"Yes sire, don't worry, I won't let you down," he assured his king with a sincere smile.
"Good. Does this sound acceptable to you, Ophelia?" David turned to his emerald eyed beauty, currently salivating over her chunk of honey drizzled bread.
"Mmhmm," she hummed in affirmation, wiping her sticky lips with her napkin.
"You missed a spot," David smirked, smoothing the pad of his thumb over her lip to remove the remaining spot of honey and Ophelia's cheeks turned bright pink, the moment ruined by the stifled laughter of his three friends.
"Silence you fools," David barked which only made the boys laugh harder.
"Paul, can I ask you a question?" Ophelia chirped as she walked down the dimly lit corridor alongside her newly appointed guard.
"The queen doesn't need to ask permission from a peasant like me-" Paul grinned jokingly, "-what's on your mind queenie?"
"I was just wondering, why some of the vampires I've met have red eyes but you, Marko, Dwayne and David all have normal coloured eyes?"
"The people you meet with red eyes are all children of vampires and those you meet like us, with blue, green, brown or any other coloured eyes, are humans that have been turned, or you know, regular humans," he explained.
"But David – isn't he the child of an immortal?"
"Yeah, but his mother was a human initially and he strangely inherited her blue eyes. It's apparently really rare, just another thing for him to be arrogant about," Paul smirked teasingly.
Ophelia shoved his shoulder lightly, biting her lip to hide her smirk. "So, you willingly accepted your immortal status then?" Ophelia diverted the topic from the king's penchant for being pompous to Paul's past life, intrigued.
"Yeah, I had nothing better going on in my life," he shrugged.
"How long have you been here?"
"Since the late eighties - I used to work at radio shack and now look at me, personal guard to the high queen," he chuckled. "I was a coasting stoner and had no real aspirations in life. I'd seen David and Dwayne around town a few times and was always curious about them both, they just seemed out of place somehow, you know?"
"Oh yeah, I know," she smiled knowingly.
"One night when they were in town, they must have noticed my interest in them 'cause they followed me to a bar, bought me a drink and offered me the opportunity to live forever, all I had to do was serve some king – I didn't know the king was David at that point," he laughed.
"Me being the gullible pot-head I was, thought it sounded like the best offer in the world and I followed them both back here to the Underworld. When I realised what I'd signed up for, I had a bit of a wobble but once I got used to it, it turned out to be a pretty sweet lifestyle."
"You don't regret your decision?"
"Nah-" he shook his head, his wild mane of dirty blonde hair bouncing exaggeratedly in time with the action, "-I mean, the kings a pain in the ass sometimes and I've been shoved in the dungeon for being a bit of a prat more times than I can count but all in all, life is sweet and despite the king's superiority over us, we're kinda like brothers, you know?" he smiled, coming to a stop outside a set of heavy mahogany doors.
"I'm glad it worked out for you and that you're happy," Ophelia exclaimed sincerely.
"You'll be happy here too Phee, specially with me as your personal guard," he winked, making her giggle.
"Anyway, back to the tour-" he cleared his throat, puffing out his chest with self-importance, "-your highness, here we find ourselves standing outside the place where all your gluttonous desires come true -a place I'm known to frequent after smoking a doobie behind the king's back- the royal kitchens," Paul announced with a flourish as he held open the door, gesturing for her to enter.
Ophelia stepped into the kitchen, her ears ringing with the various clangs, clatters and crashes filling the room. One of the staff noticed her presence and immediately halted, the wooden spoon in his hand frozen in mid-air. "Your majesty," the man panicked, hurriedly greeting her with a bow. The man's statement quickly had the rest of the staff distracted, stopping what they were doing to turn and greet their supposed royal guest.
"Guys-" Paul hollered over the commotion, "-guys!" he repeated, louder this time and the cacophony of utterings ceased. "Though I'm sure you're all aware that the future queen had arrived at the palace, I'd like to introduce you to her formally. This is the future queen, Ophelia," he bowed exaggeratedly, holding out his hand in her direction. The kitchen staff once again bowed and curtsied with reverence, making her feel more than a little abashed at such a display.
Ophelia glanced around the room, noting the lack of red eyes, only Laurent who was hovering in the corner sported the unsettling otherworldly irises. "You're all human? Or at least, used to be?" Ophelia spoke, her tone laced with wonder.
Had these people been recruited here willingly like Paul or had they been stolen away and kept against their will?
"They used to be. I know what you're thinking but they're happy here, the king made sure all their family followed them here - they're not by any means chained to the stoves," Paul stated.
A few of the staff nodded in affirmation, slowly ebbing back to their workstations. Ophelia took the opportunity to really survey the spacious kitchen. One of the stone walls was lined with cast-iron aga's, the pots and pans bubbling on their stove tops all polished brass. Along the other wall were doors to what she determined to be a large pantry and the one beside it a cold-room. She'd initially been surprised by the lack of refrigerators but had quickly remembered that electricity didn't seem to be available in the Underworld and she was still getting accustomed to the idea. In the centre of the room was a huge, mahogany island littered with various mixing bowls and wooden chopping boards. An iron rack hung over the island holding an array of brass pots and pans and on the furthest side of the kitchen were the sinks, piled high with the dishes used for breakfast.
"Why did the King insist on bringing humans to work in the kitchen?" Ophelia turned to Paul expectantly.
"Because they have knowledge of and can cook the food of the Overworld, it keeps things interesting. If he employed vampires to work in the kitchen, it would be rare steak and sautéed heart for every meal."
"Ew," Ophelia grimaced and Paul barked a laugh.
"Let me tell you their names, then if you're ever in the mood for a snack, you can just charge in here, shout someone's name and make your demands," Paul grinned broadly, flashing his teeth. "You've got Melody, Kevin, James, Maria, Darcy, Ryan and Gavin, you know Laurent already," he reeled off, pointing to each individual in turn.
"I'm never going to remember everyone's names in this place..." she mumbled, following Paul back out into the corridor.
"Lucky you'll have me around to remind you then, huh?" Paul nudged her elbow jovially.
"For sure," she laughed, linking her arm with his.
"Ophelia, you're going to get me thrown in the dungeon, it's not proper for me to touch you," Paul panicked, attempting to disconnect his arm from hers.
"You're not touching me, I'm touching you," Ophelia smirked, prodding his rib.
"You little hellion," Paul chuckled, tucking her into his side. "Fuck it, rules are made to be broken, right?"
"Right," Ophelia nodded, falling in step beside him as they traversed the palaces dimly lit corridors.
"The next stop on the royal tour-" Paul ushered her through yet another set of intricately carved heavy mahogany doors, "-the palace ballroom, where mind-numbingly boring social functions take place and nothing fun ever happens."
Ophelia stepped further into the room, pausing a few feet in with her mouth agape. "Wow, this place is gorgeous," she gushed, surveying the room with awestruck reverence. The ballroom was colossal, lined with floor to ceiling iron framed windows providing a panoramic view of the terracotta sky and sprawling shadowed landscapes. The floor was comprised of black, gold-speckled marble that glittered in the warm light cast by the golden sconces lining the walls. In the centre of the ballroom, hung a solid gold chandelier, its polished golden appendages adorned with tear-drop crystals that sparkled all colours of the rainbow in the intimate light. The windows were all lined with thick, velvet drapes the colour of the finest Cabernet Sauvignon and on the back wall sat an elevated platform constructed of the same black, gold-speckled marble as the floor on where two thrones sat side by side. The thrones were composed of obsidian rock, the igneous rock carved with twisting horned vines sporting bloomed roses, the high backs arching up into jagged shards whilst both the seat and arms of the thrones were adorned with deep purple, crushed velvet cushions.
"One of those is yours," Paul smiled, motioning to the two thrones which cut an intimidating picture in all their splendour.
"It doesn't seem real, it's like I've been sucked into a work of fantasy fiction," Ophelia mused.
"I mean, you could say that if you'd been taken to the Goblin Kingdom with King Jareth and his alcoholic henchmen with their fetish for chickens," Paul smirked.
"Wait, the Goblin King is actually called Jareth, like in the story?"
"Phee the dude looks exactly like David Bowie in the movie, tight pants and bulging crotch rocket included – only his teeth are a lot sharper and he doesn't look as old."
"But Ellie said that he doesn't appreciate how he was portrayed…"
"Yeah, he doesn't like how he was portrayed as some kinda sappy love-sick fae king, fawning over a bratty fifteen year old girl - the dudes a stone-cold bastard and proud of it," Paul chuckled.
"Does he have the same accent as Bowie in the movie?"
"Yup."
"Ugh…" Ophelia exhaled sharply, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"What? Don't tell me you have a thing for the Goblin King?" Paul grinned.
"I may have had a slight obsession…" she confessed, chewing her bottom lip.
"Your secret is safe with me queenie pops."
"Yeah, thanks," she giggled, burying her face in her hands.
"...And here we have his majesties study where he spends most of his time pouting and drinking mead," Paul informed her as they stepped into a room that was a lot smaller than the previous rooms she'd seen. They'd pretty much covered the rest of the palace, she'd even seen where the servants and the palace's harem resided and to her surprise, their living quarters were quite cushy, not at all drab or decrepit like she imagined them to be. Paul had also shown her his own chambers along with both Marko and Dwayne's which he claimed they wouldn't mind her seeing when she'd been worried about invading their privacy. She'd been absolutely enthralled by the library and its towering bookcases stacked with thousands upon thousands of books, she'd wanted to call off the tour and stay there for the rest of the day but Paul had swiftly dragged her out, imploring her not to keep him holed up in the room he hated the most.
The king's study was one of the last stops of the palace tour according to Paul and she was secretly relieved, her feet were killing her, and she was on the verge of whining like a petulant child. The palace was bloody huge, it would take her awhile to feel confident enough to wander without getting lost.
The kings study unsurprisingly sported the same black stone walls as the rest of the palace, its floor a now familiar varnished mahogany. Resting against one wall were shelves lined with neatly filed, thick, leather bound portfolio's and tall, narrow filing cabinets. In the centre of the room, sitting in front of a bay window was a sturdy mahogany desk littered with various files and stacks of parchment. A comfortable leather chair sat behind the desk with two plush chairs placed in front, their fabric a deep indigo. On the wall to the left of the desk was a fully stocked drinks cart and the item that captured the most of her attention – a large, brass framed portrait. The portrait depicted a young boy with neatly combed platinum blonde hair, the boy-child's crystal blue eyes glinting with child-like mischief, his lips curved up in a sweet, unassuming smile. Behind him with their hands resting on either of the child's shoulders were a man and a woman. The man was strikingly handsome, his skin pale and his hair a brilliant silvery-white. His eyes were a vivid shade of red and his facial hair fashioned in a neat, extended goatee. The woman beside him was stunning, with luscious waves of platinum blonde hair and the same crystal blue eyes as the young boy. Her cheekbones were chiselled and her pale, pink lips plump with a prominent cupid's bow. Her skin was pale but her cheeks held a rosy glow whether from happiness or rouge, Ophelia couldn't be sure.
"Is that David and his parents?" Ophelia asked Paul who was perched on the edge of the desk, fiddling with a fountain pen.
"Yeah, ridiculously good-looking family, huh?" he smiled genuinely.
"Clearly-" she nodded, "-they look so happy too, so full of love…"
"According to Dwayne, they were. Dave's parents love for each other was something rare, most married couples in the Underworld pretty much just tolerate one another, it isn't common for a king and queen to like each other all that much, never mind love each other."
"That's… sad," Ophelia frowned.
"Eh, that's how it is down here Phee. Anyway, the king and queen were gaga over one another and they loved lil Davey boy equally as much. I don't really know that much about life back then, I'm pretty new around here considering how old everyone else is - if you wanna know more then you're best speaking to Dwayne or David himself."
"M'kay," she sighed, giving the portrait one last fleeting look before following Paul back out of the room.
"OK, there's this room and the gardens left and that's it, bet your feet are screaming, aren't they?" Paul huffed a laugh when Ophelia shuffled with a wince.
"I officially hate these shoes right now," she pouted, rubbing her ankle.
"Court should be over by now so the place should be empty, you could probably whip off your shoes for a second," Paul proclaimed as they wandered through the doors. "This is the throne room," he announced.
Ophelia's eyes wandered over the black stone walls decorated with luxurious, weighty tapestries' depicting scenes of war and what she assumed to be the kingdom's emblem. Two large windows were placed either side of a marble dais, each sporting a jutting stone ledge. In the middle of the dais sat two replicate thrones of those she'd seen back in the ballroom and slumped in one of said thrones was a weary looking king, his head hung low in his hand as he massaged his temples, seemingly oblivious to their presence.
Ophelia couldn't help but notice how regal he looked draped in a hooded cloak the same colour as the unblemished surface of an eggplant, the fabric a luxurious velveteen cotton while resting on the king's head was a crown of onyx thorns, the band circling his head sporting a row of three sizable, solitaire cut rubies. Paul gestured that they should leave, his eyes nervously roaming over to the slouching king but before either of them could escape unnoticed, David's brows furrowed and his head snapped up, his crystal blue eyes instantly landing on her.
"Apologies your majesty, I thought the room would be empty by now," Paul stated, bowing low.
"Sorry to disturb you," Ophelia curtsied, mimicking the way she'd seen others greet both the king and herself. Her bungling attempt at being proper seemed to amuse the king for his lips curved up in a small smile as he rose from the throne, his cloak gliding over the marble floor as he strode over to where they stood.
"You didn't, I was avoiding my responsibilities-" David sighed tiredly, "-have you concluded the tour?" he turned his attention to Paul who stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a little off to the side.
"I just needed to show her the gardens sire," Paul replied.
"Hmmm-" David mused, rubbing his jaw, "-I will show her the gardens, could you report to the kitchen and request a light lunch and bring it out to us?"
"Of course, sire," Paul nodded, shooting Ophelia a sly wink before sauntering out of the room.
"What about your responsibilities?" Ophelia questioned the king, noting the dark circles beneath his eyes.
"They can wait, I need a break," he countered, shaking off his cloak. He neatly folded the cloak and placed it on the seat of his throne, resting his crown on top.
"Tough day?" she inquired.
"You have no idea-" he groaned in misery, "-shall we?" he motioned to the door, offering her a small smile which she returned, her stomach suddenly alive with a thousand dancing butterflies as she allowed the king to lead her towards the palace gardens.
Court had been a nightmare. Currently, the Dwarf King and Goblin King were at loggerheads with one another over a dispute about who owned a certain stretch of land between their kingdoms. Travis -the Dwarf King- was adamant the land was rightfully his but of course Jareth didn't see it that way. Jareth never saw anything from anyone else's point of view, he was a pompous son-of-a-bitch with a flair for theatrics and throwing tantrums when things didn't go his way.
David hated having to oversee such childish adversaries, he resented the burden of being High King of the Underworld resting on his shoulders. He didn't understand why his kingdom had the final say in all matters, why couldn't each kingdom rule on their own? He didn't understand why the Seelie court couldn't rule over their kingdoms and the Unseelie Kingdom rule over theirs, why did it have to fall on him? According to Dwayne and his unwavering knowledge of the Underworlds history, David's kingdom held precedence over the rest of the Underworld as the fae kingdom's were not supposed to be part of the Underworld, they were initially classed as the Underground and were a separate entity all together but over time, and numerous wars later, the two worlds had merged and here he was, trying to stop prancing, bratty King Jareth from lodging a battering-ram up Travis's arse.
David glanced down at the brown haired beauty walking companionably beside him, feeling a wave of calm wash over him. He wanted to reach out and take her hand, wondering if the feeling of calmness would transcend to serenity once their fingers entwined. However, he was still a little reluctant to initiate physical contact as even though she'd responded positively to their almost kiss, last night, he didn't want to push her away by being too forward. David inwardly snorted, ridiculing himself for thinking that holding her hand was in any way forward, it was practically infantile. Snapping out of his conflicting thoughts, he realised they'd reached the doors which lead out to the garden, finding Viktor and Blaize standing guard.
"Afternoon sire," Viktor bowed with Blaize mimicking the action.
"Afternoon Viktor, Blaize," he greeted cordially.
"Is this the future queen we've heard so much about?" Blaize raised his eyebrow, giving Ophelia a curious once over.
"The one and only," David nodded. "If you would be so kind boys," he gestured to the doors and the two guards swiftly released the heavy bolts, holding open the doors as he ushered Ophelia outside.
He led his queen down a narrow slate stone pathway lined with a grassy bank and blooming wildflowers, guiding her through the brick archway that opened into the palace garden. The high queen –David's late mother- had adored the palace gardens and it was her hard work that made them what they were now. On one side was a vast, sprawling orchard dotted with various trees bearing fruit including but not limited to apples, peaches, plums, pears, lemons and oranges, with the orchard itself bordered by a narrow, babbling brook. On the other side was a sizable meadow filled to the brim with various flowers including jasmine, blue moonflowers, violets of both the black and purple variety, a plethora of rose bushes in all variants and blue lotus's along with a few quaint decorative rockeries. Beyond a slight grassy hillock a little further down the gardens sat an ornate water fountain lit-up with enchanted fairy lights and surrounded by sturdy slate benches.
"I think this just might be my favourite place in the whole palace," Ophelia gushed, looking around her with awe.
"It was my mother's pride and joy," David smiled nostalgically as they veered towards the meadow.
"You look tired," Ophelia broke the comfortable silence that had fallen over the two of them as they stood in the middle of the meadow.
"Yes, I didn't get much sleep last night due to dealing with the Lycan situation and this afternoon's court session was rather stressful," he admitted, dragging his hands down his stubbled jaw.
"Oh, that sucks," Ophelia commiserated and David huffed a laugh.
"Such a way with words," he teased.
"We can't all be wordsmith's," she shrugged with a small smirk.
"For a self-professed book-worm, always with her head in the clouds and her nose in a book, you offer a very limited vocabulary."
Ophelia gasped in mock outrage. "Is it not a treasonous offence to insult the queen?"
"I wasn't aware I was insulting you, I assumed I was just stating a fact," David smirked and Ophelia scowled, sticking out her tongue.
"Can I ask what happened with the Lycan's?" she asked, setting the conversation back on topic.
David grimaced. "By the time we arrived, they'd destroyed a fair few properties and killed a large portion of livestock along with a few humans. We killed the rogue Lycan's and we're still dealing with the damaged property."
"Humans?"
"Yes, those that work in the farmlands are all human. They migrated from the fae kingdom's over time and we found them work on the farms. They've proved to be hard-workers, taking good care of crops and livestock. They give me the least amount of trouble compared to the rest of my kingdom."
"Why did the Lycan's attack like that anyway?"
"We've been at war with the Lycan's for centuries - it is why the forest bordering the kingdom is out of bounds. Targeting the humans was the easier than attacking the other residents of the kingdom due to the unfortunate fact that the humans are relatively powerless in regard to defending themselves."
"They sound like horrid creatures," Ophelia shook her head, toying with the skirt of her dress.
"They are," David agreed.
"You didn't get hurt did you?" Ophelia frowned, her eyes drifting suspiciously over his body and David averted his eyes, running his fingers through his hair with discomfort. "You did, you got hurt? What happened, are you OK?" she flustered, catching him off guard when she gently covered his wrist.
"It was merely a scratch," he shrugged, not wishing to speak of the experience any further nor the painful memories it brought with it. "I'd rather not speak about it, if you don't mind," he grimaced, still feeling exhaustion in his bones.
Ophelia glanced up at him, her eyes flickering with concern before her lips curved up in an understanding smile. "Anyway-" she thankfully conceded her questioning of the topic, "-courts over and you've dealt with the Lycans, why don't you take some time off? Surely the king can declare himself unavailable."
"What do you think I'm doing now?" he smiled down at her. "However, this evening I must attend a royal engagement party, the Elf princess Fiona is to be wed-"
"-Fiona?" Ophelia smirked.
"Yes?" David answered, confused by her amusement. "What's so funny about that?"
"Princess Fiona-" Ophelia giggled, "-from the movie Shrek?"
"I'm not familiar with such a movie."
"Never mind-" she smiled, "-anyway, judging by the air of contempt surrounding your statement about attending the party, I assume you don't really want to go?"
"How astute," David quipped with a smirk. "You assumed correctly, the last thing I want to do tonight is mingle with mead drunk royals. I'd much rather retire to my chambers and sleep," he sighed tiredly.
Ophelia fixed him with her warm emerald eyes and gave him another understanding smile, once again thawing the ice around his heart. "You know, it wouldn't be so bad if I could take you with me, but I feel it would be much too overwhelming for you right now. Plus, I'd like to keep you to myself for just a little longer," he spoke lowly, reaching out to catch her hand. Ophelia blushed, averting her eyes as he softly stroked the pad of his thumb over her knuckles. "Is it entirely selfish that I never want to introduce you to the public? That I'd much prefer to hide you away from the prying eyes and whispering gossips?"
"Feel free, it would take a weight off my shoulders and I might just get away with not having to go through the torture of those lessons you mentioned," Ophelia jested, gazing down at their enjoined hand.
David barked a laugh, bringing her hand up to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles. "Unfortunately, you have no such luck my queen."
Sensing an approaching presence, David lowered her hand from his lips but refused to release her, her warm delicate fingers felt heavenly entwined with his own. He glanced over his shoulder to find Paul strolling towards them holding a picnic basket. He came to a stop in front of the two of them, bowing courteously, his eyes drifting to Ophelia's hand which was firmly in the king's grip, a sly smirk forming on his lips. 'Do not say a word,' David warned telepathically and Paul coughed, clearing his throat, holding out the picnic basket.
"The lunch you requested sire - enjoy," he grinned before retreating back up the path. David guided Ophelia down to the fountain, motioning for her to make herself comfortable on one of the benches.
"Is it improper for the queen to remove her shoes? My feet are killing me," Ophelia grimaced.
David chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "It would only be improper if we were in the company of other royals, as we're alone, feel free to do anything to make yourself comfortable," he smiled.
"If you had prohibited me from doing so, I'd have done it anyway and advised you to stop being so uptight," Ophelia grinned, sitting cross-legged on the bench.
He barked a laugh, setting the picnic basket between. "I feel you're going to be a rather rebellious queen."
"I wouldn't say rebellious, perhaps a pain in your arse is more appropriate."
"Most gracious of you to give me prior warning-" he quirked his brow with a smirk, "-however, I feel like you are what this kingdom and this palace needs."
"What about what you need?" Ophelia blushed, toying with the crimson cloth lining the basket.
"To me, you're perfect," he whispered, busying himself with the contents of the basket in order to hide just how awkward he felt.
"Did you enjoy the tour of the palace? Paul didn't do or say anything too outrageous, did he?" David inquired, taking a bite from a cracker laden with a thick slice of cheese and chilli-jam – it was his favourite concoction that Kevin the head chef had introduced him to not too long ago.
"He was pretty well behaved considering his reputation," Ophelia smiled, dipping a chunk of olive-bread into a pot of eggplant dip. "I wanted to stay in the library for the rest of the day but Paul threw a fit worthy of an Oscar, stating that he'd die if he spent longer than five minutes in a room full of musty-ass books – his words not mine," she giggled.
David barked a laugh. "That doesn't surprise me. Was there anything unexpected that you saw or was it everything you'd ever dreamed of?"
"The servants' quarters and the area of the palace that housed the uh… harem? They surprised me by how lavish they were, I was expecting them to be drab and miserable."
David felt his temper flare. Why had Paul taken her anywhere near the palace concubines? He didn't want Ophelia to associate him with such a frivolous lifestyle, it wasn't who he was. He was very particular about his personal exploits and only ever requested the company of one of the palace harem when his right hand no longer satisfied his needs. The king scowled at his half-eaten cracker, cursing the plebeian's inconsiderate actions.
"David, what's wrong? Did I say something to upset you? I didn't mean that you treated your staff like dirt… I just-" Ophelia flustered, stumbling over her words, clearly distressed by his sudden change in demeanour.
"-I'm not upset by what you said, I'm livid that Paul would take you anywhere near that damn place."
"I already know about the harem David, Ellie explained that she used to be a palace concubine, she told me that you rarely indulged in that side of things…" Ophelia averted her eyes, feigning unnecessary interest in her food.
"She had no right!" David snapped, feeling guilty when Ophelia flinched in reaction to his harsh tone.
"Why are you so angry? You had a life before me David, just as I had a life before coming here," she spoke lowly, calmly.
David rose to his feet, pacing back and forth across the stone walk-way, running his fingers through his hair. "Though it is true that I haven't exactly been chaste, I don't want you to view me as a man who finds pleasure in enjoying the company of multiple women. I-"
Ophelia held up her hand to silence him, an understanding smile on her pretty face. "-Ellie told me of your past exploits and I'm more than aware that you're not that kind of guy. She told me you were very cold with the women, so much so that you'd never allow them to kiss you."
"That doesn't bother you?" David frowned, feeling confused and much too vulnerable for his comfort.
"No-" Ophelia shrugged, "-what concerns me is the reason why," she added, standing to join him. "Why would you deprive yourself of company or pleasure to such extremes? Why would you not kiss a woman, but you'd have sex - is sex not more intimate than a kiss?"
"To me, no-" he sighed, "-I could detach myself from the sex, I could take my pleasure without being all that invested in the action itself but a kiss to me is much more intimate. I didn't want to kiss someone who I had no emotional connection to. I didn't want that frivolous lifestyle, I wanted love, passion…" he confessed awkwardly.
"It's a very noble ideation," Ophelia praised, gazing up at him with soft green eyes.
Emboldened, David reached for her hands, grazing his thumbs over her soft knuckles. "You make mention of having a life before coming here, does that mean that you've experienced such pleasures with a man?" he probed, feeling undeniably jealous.
"Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that… I just meant that we all have past lives…" she clarified with a blush.
"Do your bashful protests mean that you're untouched?" David interrogated further.
She nodded, averting her eyes as she chewed on her bottom lip which he was quickly realising was a nervous habit. "I've kissed a guy before but that's about it, I was too busy with my head in the clouds. In all honesty, I was more interested in spending my time reading than out partying and experimenting with the rest of the world," Ophelia added with a nervous laugh.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of Ophelia, your confession only confirms my belief that you are the one I've been waiting for," he crooned, releasing one of her hands in favour of brushing a thick chocolate brown curl behind her ear before he gently cupped her cheek and just like it had last night. The air around him felt heavy, blanketed with static electricity. "I kept my word that my lips would only ever grace the mouth of my queen and here you stand," he spoke lowly, his eyes drifting from her glittering emerald eyes to her full, cherry red lips.
"Sire," Dwayne's voice once again ruined the moment and he exhaled sharply, his frustration overtaken by amusement when he saw Ophelia scowling at his advisor, clearly annoyed.
"You do have impeccable timing, callipygian," David bared his teeth at his best friend, noting the twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
"My apologies your majesty but the tailor is requesting your presence for your suit fitting for this evenings celebrations," Dwayne explained.
David groaned, throwing his head back like a bratty child. "I quit, I can't get a minute's peace from you lot. You'd think in my damn palace I'd be able to achieve some form of privacy," he ranted.
"Just doing my job sire," Dwayne grinned.
"Begone, lest I drown you in the fountain," David pouted and Dwayne barked a laugh before he turned to stroll back towards the palace.
"C'mon your majesty, it would seem you can't shirk your responsibilities after all," Ophelia smiled, gathering the picnic basket in her arms as she flounced in the direction of the palace. David watched her walk away, pushing down the urge to give chase, throw her down onto the grassy bank and ravage her plump, succulent lips like he yearned to do. Nevertheless, he was the king and she the queen, royalty didn't behave in such a manner – yet.
"So, what do you guys think about the new queen?" Paul chirped, exhaling a cloud of pungent smoke, handing a neatly rolled joint to Marko who sat slumped against the stone wall beside him, his legs kicked out in front of him.
"I like the fact she isn't some pretentious, snob with a face like she's constantly sniffing a rancid fart-" Marko replied, "-you know the look I mean, right?" he took a hit from the joint, mimicking the aforementioned facial expression and both Dwayne and Paul guffawed, nodding in agreement.
"I like that she's her own person, you know? She openly admits she's a bit of a nerd and she's not conceited like most girls her age - you know what I'm talking about? Always more worried about how big their ass looks in their outfit or constantly looking for validation, having a queen like that would be tiring," Dwayne sighed, reaching for the joint Marko offered.
"She's fun to be around," Paul added, taking a sip from his beer - one thing he always made sure to bring back to the Underworld by the crate load was his beloved beer. "I didn't feel like I was showing the queen around today, it was like I was just hanging with a friend."
"I think she's a good match for Dave, they just go together somehow," Marko mused, grabbing himself a bottle of beer.
"Yeah, when no-ones getting in the way," Dwayne smirked knowingly, taking one last hit on the joint.
"What d'ya mean? What do you know?" Paul pressed eagerly.
"I told you guys that I think I interrupted something last night, right?" Dwayne leant forward, the bottle of mead he was holding hanging loosely from his fingers.
"Yeah?" Marko nodded, urging him to continue.
"Well I'm very sure I interrupted something earlier. When I found them in the garden, David was holding her face-" Dwayne jesting cupping his own jaw with a dreamy smile, "-and I swear he was going to kiss her - I kind of ruined the moment," he chuckled, leaning back against the couch.
"You cock-block," Paul snickered.
"I bet Dave wanted to rip your balls off," Marko smirked.
"Probably, but even Ophelia looked a little pissed off, judging by the way she was scowling at me."
"Ha, no shit?!" Paul grinned giddily. "So, she does like him then!?"
"Of course, she does, but she was always gonna have a bit of a melt-down initially, we both did," Marko shot Paul a meaningful look.
"Do you think she's a virgin?" Paul whispered, like he was afraid someone might here.
"I'd say she is," Dwayne nodded.
"Me too," Marko agreed.
"Yeah, same but I don't think she's frigid – she's no Sandra Dee," Paul added.
"What makes you say that?" Dwayne inquired.
"She didn't get all weird about the harem issue, she was totally chill about it, she even asked if I'd been involved in an orgy," he grinned, causing both Dwayne and Marko to laugh incredulously.
"Do you think Dave's ever going to tell her about the rule stating a royal can invite those who serve under them to bed?" Marko smirked.
"Are you insane? That rules going to follow him to the grave," Dwayne chuckled.
"Speaking of orgies and inviting people to bed…" Paul smirked wickedly, rising to his feet.
"You boys in the mood to swing?" Marko grinned, flashing his teeth.
"You don't want to know what I'm in the mood for," Dwayne winked as the three immortals filed out of Paul's chambers, in search of pleasure.
Ophelia sank into the blissfully warm water, the sugared-rose fragranced bubbles enveloping her aching body. She inhaled deeply, resting her head against the side of the bath and closed her eyes with a content sigh. She smiled to herself, grazing her fingers over a mound of perfumed bubbles by her hip, mesmerised by the way they dissolved, disappearing with just the faintest of touches. A flood of heat washed over her that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water and everything to do with the steamy thoughts of David's hands exploring the unchartered curves of her body, leaving her wondering if just like the bubbles, she herself would melt beneath the faint caress of his fingertips.
Ophelia couldn't get over how quickly she'd settled into the palace, nor could she get over how easily she'd found herself under David's spell. She couldn't deny the energy she felt between them, nor could she ignore the way her core pulsed like a second heartbeat whenever she looked into those piercing blue eyes. She hadn't expected to be so accepting of her new life, she hadn't expected to feel so comfortable living amongst bloodthirsty creatures she believed only existed within the pages of a book. Yet here she was, fantasising about one of those creatures touching her in places she'd never been touched, fantasising about his seductively curved lips covering her mouth in a hot, passionate kiss – ugh, she could kill Dwayne.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been basking in the luxury of the bath but it was long enough for the water to turn tepid, bordering on unpleasant. She searched the bottom of the bath with her foot and finding what she'd been searching for, Ophelia hooked the chain of the plug between her toes and tugged it out of the drain. The sound of water glugging and swirling down the drain broke the quiet of the spacious bathroom as she cautiously stepped out of the bath, wrapping herself in a thick, soft, fluffy towel. She carefully released the pin that had been holding her curls atop her head out of reach of the water, allowing her thick, chocolate brown curls to fall over her shoulders. Ophelia padded back into the bedroom, making her way over to the sturdy chest of drawers in search of something to wear for bed.
Paul had invited her to join him, Dwayne and Marko for drinks after they'd dined together but Ophelia had opted to return to her room to soak her aching feet and body in a gloriously hot bath before curling up in bed with a book. Besides, she admittedly missed David at dinner and knowing he wasn't around had made her feel a little empty and decided her own company was better than getting drunk on Elf wine – at least tonight.
She finally settled on a deep crimson, silk camisole nightdress that settled mid-thigh and sported a cowl neckline that showcased her breasts. Ophelia studied herself in the mirror, smoothing the silken fabric over her hips as she twisted her body in the mirror, taking notice of the way the dress clung to the contours of her pear-shaped rear. Pushing back the way such a dress made her feel, she slipped beneath the cool, silk sheets, propping herself up against the pillows and opened the book she'd plucked from the shelf in the sitting room with a satisfied smile.
David was bored, agitated and a little merry from the copious glasses of mead he'd thrown back ever since he'd arrived at the elf castle. The Elven King and Queen had gone all out for their daughter, decorating the ballroom of their palace with enough ivory and pastel pink to make him nauseous. The budding bride-to-be was her usual conceited self, constantly admiring her reflection in the crystal of her champagne flute and pouting whenever anyone's attention wandered from her to something more interesting - like a groove in the white marble floor.
Deciding he'd stayed the reasonable amount of time expected of the high king, he slipped out of the ballroom and crept down the deserted corridor towards the nearest exit. Once outside in the cool, night air he inhaled deeply, unable to ignore the niggling ache in his core; he needed to go home, he needed to see his queen - he needed to finish what he'd started earlier.
David landed gracefully by the heavily guarded doors of the palace, his sentries all accounted for which was a weight off his shoulders. Everyone being where they should be meant his queen was safe. "Back so soon your majesty?" Xavier smirked knowingly.
"How was it sire, extravagant?" Caius inquired.
"Very pink," he grimaced.
"My sympathies your highness," Riyadh chuckled.
"Most gracious of you Riyadh," David huffed a laugh, slipping past the guards into the palace. He navigated the quiet corridors of his palace, running into a shirtless Paul on his way from the kitchen, balancing a tray loaded with fruit, honey and what looked like chocolate sauce in his upturned hand. "Midnight snack?" David smirked, quirking his eyebrow.
"Nah, these are just the toppings for the snack," he winked, slinking passed him, heading in the direction of harem's quarters. David chuckled to himself and continued towards the royal wing of the palace. He quickly ducked into his chambers, shedding his suit jacket and loosened the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning the top three buttons before stepping back into the corridor. He heard a muffled yelp coming from Ophelia's room and forgoing his manners, he rushed into the room, an unfamiliar feeling of concern making his chest feel tight.
"Ophelia?" he called out, scanning the sitting room.
"In here," Ophelia replied breathlessly from the bedroom, followed by another yelp. He jogged into the bedroom and came to a halt just inside the archway, taking in the scene playing out in front of him. Ophelia was stood swinging a pillow furiously at a rather large bat that was frantically flapping beneath the canopy of the bed.
David instantly forgot the panicking winged mammal when his eyes drank in the way the silk dress she wore clung to her every curve, the neckline of the dress draping low over her breasts, the decadent fabric moulding perfectly to her mouth-watering rear. He swallowed, shaking off the haze of lust obscuring his senses and sprang into action. He climbed onto the bed and captured the flailing animal between his hands, making sure he kept his fingers away from the animal's sharp teeth as he hopped off the bed and moved over to the open balcony doors. He released the screeching mammal and swiftly slammed the doors closed, turning to face Ophelia's horrified expression, finding he could no longer contain his laughter.
"It's not funny David-" Ophelia panted, holding her hand against her chest, "-it just swooped in uninvited and scared the life out of me."
"Why, my queen, it was just part of the welcome package," he teased, crossing over to where she stood looking frazzled.
"Ha-ha, it wouldn't be so amusing if that thing had bitten me," she pouted.
Bolstered by the lingering effects of mead and his own, carnal desires, David reached for Ophelia's hand and drew her into him, resting his hands on the hollow of her lower back. Her hands tentatively came to rest on his hips as she gazed curiously into his eyes. "Don't pout my queen, if it dared to do such an act, I'd bite it back," he smirked and Ophelia giggled.
"How was the party?" she asked with genuine interest.
"Very pink and rather boring - I'd have much rather been here, with you," he crooned, raising his hand to cup her petal soft cheek.
"Really?"
"You have no idea," he whispered and before anyone could interrupt or his lack of confidence could sway his decision, he dipped forward, gently nudging her cherry red lips. Ophelia exhaled a small sigh of satisfaction as her lips pressed back, urging him to deepen the kiss. He combed his fingers through her luscious chocolate brown curls to cradle the back of her head, his fingertips gently massaging her scalp while his lips smoothed slowly and purposefully over hers, their mouths moulding to one another perfectly, each of them moving in perfect tandem. David drew his tongue over her lips and Ophelia hummed with pleasure, parting her lips as he slid his tongue between the plump cherry red pillows, groaning lustily as he drank in her sweet unique flavour, his tongue hungrily exploring her mouth.
Ophelia's hands grazed over his hips, gliding up over his abdomen, continuing their path over his chest to curve around his broad shoulders. Reflexively, he drew her closer, keeping one hand cradling the back of her head while the other caressed the alluring swell of her rear eliciting a hitch of breath which only served to further stiffen the already sizable bulge in his pants. Ophelia's fingers worked their way into his hair as their kiss reached new heights of passion, each stroke of his tongue and caress of his lips eliciting small moans of pleasure that resounded in his mind like the most haunting aria.
"How I want you Ophelia," David breathed, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses down the curve of her neck, lightly nipping the junction where her neck met her shoulder.
Ophelia pulled back, her breath coming in short, shallow pants, her cheeks flushed pink and her eyes dark with desire. "It's this dress isn't it?" she smirked impishly to which David barked a laugh.
"I won't lie, the dress certainly had the desired effect," he chuckled, drawing her into a succession of soft, lingering kisses. Increasingly aware of his throbbing erection and his waning lack of control, he decided that he should leave before he did something that could potentially ruin everything. "You should get some sleep my queen, your lessons with Alexandria begin in the morning."
"If I were to invite you to make-out, would you be inclined to release me from such torturous duties?" Ophelia fluttered her eye lashes, snaking her arm around the back of his neck.
David smirked. "As enticing as that offer may be my little temptress, the answer is a firm no…"
"But-" Ophelia was primed to protest but in one swift feat of supernatural speed, he had her pinned beneath him on the edge of the bed. He nipped the exposed soft, cushiony flesh of her breast with his teeth, eliciting a pleasured gasp.
"-Do as I say my queen, else face the consequences," he smirked, sucking her pouting bottom lip between his teeth.
David reluctantly pushed himself up and away from the lure of her warm, soft body and smoothed down his shirt. "Sweet dreams Ophelia," he grinned, turning to stride out of the room.
"Sadist!" Ophelia called out to his retreating form.
"Oh my queen, you have no idea," he chuckled as he slipped out of the door.