A/N: Hello all and welcome to chapter 16. Fun fact: this was only meant to be a short story and not something that was drawn out. Look at how the fuck that turned out. At most it was gonna be 15 chapters but here we are.

Dark Desires

Summary: When Reaver is bored in the throne room waiting for the king, he and the princess, Annabel, have a talk about her one day taking the throne. He didn't expect to help her in a bloody coup.

*Unease*

When Annabel arrived back at the castle to deliver the report to her brother, she saw that he was already waiting for her return. His hands were clasped firmly behind his back as he paced back and forth across the main hall, several servants shying away from him out of fear. He didn't give them a good impression, for they had seen what happened to those that tested his wrath.

The king looked even more tired than he had in recent weeks, the dark circles under his weary gaze seemingly growing larger with each day. It was no secret that Logan had extreme issues with resting in the last few years after his expedition to Aurora, but even this was enough cause for concern amongst the common rabble.

Relief flashed across Logan's weary features and he let out a sigh. "Thank Avo you've returned. What's the situation at Pepperpot Mine? Good news I hope?"

"Yes." The princess nodded, head held high in pride. "Alexander and I cleared the mine of all hobbes. You can send out a platoon to secure it as soon as you see fit. He proved to be a most useful and helpful escort."

"Good." Logan's relief disappeared and once again the king's face was back to its usual stoicism as he turned to one of his soldiers. "Lieutenant, take three men with you to secure the mine. Once you deem it safe we will reopen it and have the workers in there to begin mining. Keep your eyes open for any bandits or Avo knows what else."

"As you command." The soldier in particular snapped a crisp salute and exited promptly, snapping his fingers to take some of the soldiers standing guard at the castle door with him.

The men departed and Logan gave her a small smile. "Nice work, Annabel. You did something very good today. Our people will need that mine; I'm sure you are more than aware of the kingdom's current economic situation, but in any case, I'm afraid it hasn't been doing so well. I've eased on the tax rate to allow our citizens some breathing room, but it appears as though some small businesses are teetering on the brink of collapse. Clever way to open up employment possibilities for those not as fortunate as ourselves."

"Mere dirty work like this might prove to be more beneficial than you realise, dearest brother," she replied smoothly. "Speaking of benefits to the kingdom, has anyone come forth claiming they're responsible for killing Nigel Ferret?"

"Not one." Logan shook his head. "I don't understand why no one has. I meant every word when I said they would be well rewarded for their deed of heroism. Do you think the citizens in the capital fear me?"

"I don't see how they could," Annabel said earnestly, disguising the insult perfectly with a simple explanation. "You've ruled with a firm but just hand for many years now. No one could call you a tyrant. You even went so far as to even lower the tax rate a tad bit so the less fortunate members of society wouldn't have to worry about being forced onto the streets. If anything, they should be grateful to have such a fair king."

She was lying. She knew what the common rabble thought about Logan. They thought he was losing his grip by suspecting she was conspiring against him and becoming paranoid. No one had come forth claiming they killed Nigel Ferret because they didn't know who had, even though the one responsible for it was in the same room as them. Reaver was careful in spreading the rumour to not mention Annabel by name, though those who were more intelligent would undoubtedly assume she had done the act.

However, she would never tell her brother just how hated he was. It would be so much more thrilling for her to see the look of horror spread across his scarred face as the citizens applauded her ascension and cheer his execution. Oh, if only it were tomorrow that she could steal the throne for herself to reshape the country into her masterpiece.

"Is my evening free or do you require my presence at the time?" she asked.

Logan shook his head, letting out a weary yawn. "No. The court is adjourned for the day and Hobson can worry about the treasury. You should go get some rest; you've had a busy day."

"Thank you, brother." Annabel let out a relieved sigh. While she was far from feeling worn out, she was in no mood to want to deal with the posh twits of Millfields and the court. The only reason she had yet to try and find a way to get rid of them was because she was going to need their support when her time to strike at Logan was upon her. 'Bloody imbeciles, the lot of them. When I take my seat on the throne, I'll get rid of them.'

Taking her leave, the princess left the grand hall and walked to the library. She was more than curious as to why her escort was as capable as he was in battle. She had never heard of a sword that could store up magic and dish it back out. 'That sword of his is not normal. I've seen enough weapons to know that is not an ordinary blade. Whatever the hell it is, it's incredibly powerful and something I'm relieved is on my side. I'd hate to try and take him on in battle. Even Logan at his strongest would fail.'

On her way to the library, she was so caught up in her thoughts about Alexander and his capabilities that she wasn't paying attention. She was jolted back to the real world by her shoulder slamming into someone and she jerked up to see she had bumped into Candace. "Oh. I'm sorry, dear. I didn't see you."

"Oh, no need to worry, your majesty," Candace said with a bit of a blush. The tray she was carrying was laden with drinks, an assortment of various liquors staining the girl's normally clean purple blouse. A few streams were trickling down her neck and the princess licked her lips slowly.

If she wanted to claim her like she suggested not so long ago, she wasn't going to get a better opportunity than this. 'Might as well have a little fun while I can.' Annabel leaned forward, allowing the servant to get a good look at her breasts. "Oh dear, I seem to have gotten you a little dirty there. It would be rather rude of me if I didn't...take responsibility, hmm?"

"Y-your majesty, this isn't entirely appropriate behaviour..." Candace's face turned bright red at the princess's suggestive tone. However, Annabel noticed she hadn't backed away; the servant wanted it as much as she did. Maybe even more.

The princess took the tray out of the girl's hands and set it down on the dining table behind her. She wouldn't want to cause even more of a mess than she was about to make. Once her hands were free, Annabel flicked her tongue out to lick some of the alcohol on her body. The fleshy muscle drew lazy circles around the sensitive flesh and Candace let out a weak mewl.

"A-ah~..." She squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head to the side, trembling as Annabel's tongue dragged over her. "M-my princess..."

Annabel pulled her tongue away and smirked. She had made her mouldable with her touch, able to shape her however she saw fit. 'To think I would have her practically begging for more with a few little licks. Claiming her is going to be such a delight.'

The princess looked around the dining hall and sighed. As thrilling as it would be to publicly make the girl hers, the last thing she wanted was for word to spread around that she was engaging in sexual activities with commoners. It would hurt her image and paint her as a harlot, something she could not afford while she was not yet queen. Once the throne was hers, she would be able to do as she saw fit without worry of scrutiny.

"How about we continue this somewhere a little more private? Like my quarters for instance?" Annabel cupped her face with a seductive purr, her thumb dragging along her soft lips.

Candace nodded breathlessly, her cheeks burning with both embarrassment and delight. The princess felt a scaly monster roar to life in her core, demanding that she ignore the worry of getting caught and just claim her right there. She squashed the temptation easily; she could control her body's lustful needs for a bit until they secluded to somewhere quieter.

Annabel led Candace swiftly to her quarters, keeping out of sight of the soldiers as they made their hourly patrols. The princess glanced over her shoulder to raise a finger to her lips, silently telling the servant to keep as quiet as possible. Like a pair of thieves they snuck into the princess's private quarters, Annabel making sure to twist the lock to bar any would be intruders. No one would have the chance to disturb them now that Elliot was gone. It was so nice to finally be free of that irritating boy's constant pestering.

She guided Candace into her chambers and pinned her against the wall with a low growl. It was good for her to establish dominance early, showing her who was in charge. Candace didn't even so much as try to resist. Her doe-like gaze burned with hunger and want, silently pleading for more of this rough treatment. Annabel was only too happy to grant her desires.

Her hands settled on her breasts and she kissed her chastely. The servant let out a muffled cry of shock, clasping at the princess's back to keep her in place. Good, the girl knew her role without having to be told. As entertaining as it was to order Elliot around the bedroom, sometimes it was nice to not have to do so. Candace knew what the princess wanted from her and she looked too overjoyed to do anything but what was expected of her.

Annabel's lips left hers to leave a trail of sloppy kisses up and down her neck, the brunette servant whimpering at the contact. The princess smirked and began to knead her breasts, gently squeezing the soft sensitive mounds. The soft moans and whimpers of pleasure that left the girl's mouth were beginning to make the princess's core throb in hunger. She needed to feel the frenzied touch of a woman in heat on her body, worshipping her grace and beauty.

Annabel could calm her urges for the moment; she wanted to make Candace submit to her completely before she enjoyed her own pleasure. She was many things but being a selfish lover was not one of them.

The princess pressed her knee between Candace's legs, rubbing back and forth in a slow rhythm while her lips continued to kiss over her neck. The servant let out a wanton moan, her doe-like eyes wide as the princess claimed her as her own. Annabel caught her lips again, stifling her noises, and her tongue prodded at her lips to demand entry.

Candace happily complied, parting her lips to let the princess's tongue slid into her oral cavern. The girl's weak licks were no match for the sheer brutality of her assault, dominating her mouth with ease. Annoyed with the layers of clothing separating the two, Annabel's hands left her breasts and focused on removing the girl's blouse, briefly breaking their kiss to pull the purple blouse over her head. Candace blushed as now she stood before the princess in nothing but a pair of striped leggings and undergarments, Annabel taking in the sight of her exposed body with a hungry stare.

Her body was flawless, not a single scar to mark her frame. It was to be expected; the girl had never set foot outside the castle grounds and had no idea what conflict of any sorts was like, apart from their treatment at the hands of their former steward. However, it looked as though Candace was fortunate enough to not suffer any lashings from the cruel bastard. Alastair was a cold and uncaring man; she should count herself lucky to not have irked his wrath before the princess disposed of him.

"You look ravishing, my darling," the princess complimented with a sultry purr. She noticed that the girl shivered in delight at having her body praised and she chuckled, letting her hands roam freely to inspect every little bit. "What's the matter dear? Never had someone compliment your beauty?"

"N-no..." Candace shook her head, letting out a surprised squeal as she was shoved onto the princess's bed. Her face was a bright red as Annabel mounted her, rubbing her hips into the princess's knee. "P-please~..."

"Please what?" Annabel bit down on her collarbone, forcing another weak moan out of her. Oh she knew what she wanted. But the princess was a little bit meaner than most and wanted to hear the words.

"P-please, take me~," Candace answered with another moan, her hands weaving into Annabel's hair as the princess bit her collarbone again, leaving marks to warn others that she was spoken for. As far as she knew, the girl had never even indulged in a mere kiss let alone have sex with anyone. There was something a little satisfying knowing that she would be taking her for the first time. Something about ripping away her innocence set her desire ablaze.

Annabel grinded her knee into her, the servant moaning into every kiss as the princess teased her. She stopped and stripped down her leggings, letting her creamy thighs be exposed. The princess licked her lips at the sight of her wetness, just begging to be touched. 'I'd love to sample a taste of her. But I want to get to the library before it gets too dark.'

She glanced out the window to check how late it was. She had maybe an hour or two of daylight left to work with and she wanted to make sure that Candace had the most memorable evening of her young life. Looking at her, it was hard for Annabel to believe that the servant was actually a few years her senior.

Such sweet innocence.

Annabel lowered herself on top of her, capturing her lips in another chaste kiss before teasing her slender fingers against her core. Candace whimpered against her lips as the princess continued to tantalise her, her breaths becoming heavy with lust.

With a satisfied smirk, Annabel granted her desires. She entered a pair of fingers into the moaning brunette, her fingers enveloped in warmth. Candace's moans grew louder and she looked as if she couldn't believe that she was actually being deflowered by the princess of all people despite her constant teasing.

Annabel let her get used to having something inside her before moving again, pumping her digits into her tightness. Candace had since moved on from being embarrassed by her own lewd behaviour; her hips were rocking into it in sync with Annabel's thrusts, letting the princess completely dominate her.

Her soft breasts, while smaller than Annabel's, still bounced with every movement and Annabel leaned down to take one into her mouth, gently suckling on it. She lazily dragged her tongue over a sensitive nipple, not too different from how Reaver treated her during their night of passion. She had picked up a bit of his prowess and knew how to pleasure a woman as well as a man now. She would gladly put that new knowledge to good use.

Annabel held onto her with her free hand, massaging her backside while she pleasured her. Candace's hands wove into her hair, keeping her head buried in her breasts. More than fine with the princess. Annabel gently grazed her teeth against the girl's nipple and Candace's moan hitched for a moment, thighs trembling on the either side of her.

Poor girl was not going to last for much longer; Annabel could tell that she was about to experience her first ever orgasm and she didn't relent. Instead, her sucking on her breast increased in ferocity and she buried her fingers knuckle deep into her. Candace let out a shrill moan and she clenched down on the princess's fingers, quietly trying to ride out her orgasm. Her hips jerked up every few seconds until she rode it out completely.

The princess slowly removed her fingers and pulled off her breast, eyeing the sticky digits with a lick of her lips. They were covered in the girl's fluids and she stuck them into her mouth, licking them clean. The taste was a little tart though not unpleasant and she eyed the servant as she sucked on her fingers.

The poor girl was completely gone. Her legs were spread and she was breathless, tongue rolling out like a common wench in heat. Annabel finished cleaning her fingers before leaning over the brunette to kiss her. "I trust you to know that what goes on in here remains a secret, hmm?"

Candace slowly nodded, her tongue still hanging out of her mouth. She wouldn't be going anywhere for some time; the princess could go to the library and come back with her hopefully asleep. She was rough with her for a reason and it wasn't because she suspected the servant was a masochist.

"Good. You rest here; I shall be right back." Annabel gave her a kiss on the cheek before straightening up, pulling her bed's thick blanket over her. Candace was asleep before she even knew it, eyes fluttering shut.

Annabel left her behind and ran a hand through her hair, hissing in frustration. Her attempt at setting aside her uneasiness about Alexander had not worked; if anything, she found herself more uneasy. 'I've come too damn far to fail now. The throne is within reach. I can practically taste it. No matter who they are, I will not let anyone take away what is rightfully mine.'

'And that is the end of it.'

A/N: Did I literally just want an excuse to write smut? Yeah kinda. Been meaning to do it for ages, to be honest. I just couldn't be asked to until recently. See you

-Classiest#8332