Cardan is walking back to his room, his guards trailing behind him, after a particularly long and dull meeting with the Living Council. This time it felt like they just refused to let him go. It didn't help that Jude, inexplicably, did not show up for the meeting. This seemed highly unusual given that she is the most responsible out of the two of them. And this is not all. She was also out of bed before Cardan woke up this morning. No one seemed too concerned about it, which only made things more suspicious. In fact, upon asking the guards for his wife's whereabouts, this morning, they were being suspiciously vague in their responses with a lushed, almost uncomfortable look on their faces. Like they were hiding something. He did not think much of it at the time but now he was starting to worry. Could she mean to put herself in danger again? Putting everyone under oath not to tell him anything certain that he would try to stop her? He found this to be entirely too possible.
Trying to stop himself from panicking prematurely, he reaches his bedroom door and pushes it open only for his eyes to practically jump out of his skull at what he beholds. Jude sitting up in bed with a wicked grin on her face and a mischievous glint in her eyes, wearing the craziest dress Cardan has ever seen. A long silky black skirt that stopped at her ankles with a wide split on the left side right above her hip revealing her long muscled leg. Its bodice, also black, was skin-tight, like a corset and delightfully diaphanous bushing her breasts up in a way that caused Cardan's skin to tighten.
After a minute or so Cardan finds his voice. "What is this?" he asks hoarsely.
"Happy Birthday," she says in a low, seductive voice. Still grinning like a cat that cornered its prey.
He completely forgot what day it is today. But Jude apparently didn't. "Is this why you were absent since this morning?" he asks with disbelieve and awe clear on his face.
"Well, one of the reasons," she reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a brown paper bag that Cardan didn't even notice and holds it out in front of him. "Here."
Cardan takes the bag. "I know it doesn't look like a present in the paper bag, but I promise you'll love what's inside." And sure enough, Cardan opens the bag, reaches inside, and pulls out a handful of candy, and based on how heavy the bag was, there are still a lot more inside. This is the same candy he tried while visiting Vivi in the mortal world with Jude a few months ago. Cardan remembers the fervour with which he ate them, relishing their sweet and sour flavour. He had never tried anything this deliciously sweet before and he was actually looking forward to having them again.
It occurred to him then, that he never told Jude about his newfound love for mortal sweets and didn't know how she could have known to get him some for his birthday. He asked her about it.
"What," she asked, coyly. "Did you really think I hadn't noticed you devouring Oak's candy like a starving man last time we visited them?"
He smiles softly, feeling a warmth rise in his chest at how well she knows him. At how often she watches him without him realising. At how lucky he is that she loves him so much.
"So," Jude's voice brings him back from his musings. "Which present do you want to open first?"
At that Cardan's smile turns feral, he put the candy back in the bag, drops it by the bed, and climbs on top of his wife. "Do you even have to ask?"
He bends down and kisses her deep and long. He feels her arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer to her as he blindly reaches one hand for the straps in the middle of her dress's bodice, pulling them undone, while the other is on her thigh slowly inching up to her hip. Higher. He notices then that she is, in fact, not wearing any underwear and feels a deep growl comes from his throat. "You are a menace." Jude chuckles at that and bites his lower lip suggestively.
Cardan moves from Jude's mouth to her neck, kissing lower and lower as he reaches the parted bodice of her now loosened dress. Then he pauses for a short moment to pull the dress down and off of her, sliding it down her supple legs as she unbuckles his breeches, pushing them down until he takes them off himself. His shirt follows soon after. They stay still for a moment, looking at each other, wide grins on their faces, panting slightly. Cardan's tail wraps itself around her calf. We haven't even started, yet. He feels a surge of wicked delight at that thought only for his mind to go completely blank as he feels Jude's hand moving between his thighs and caging him in her palm, giving him a slight squeeze.
To retaliate Cardan bends over one breast and takes her nipple into his mouth. He sucks and bites until he hears Jude moan softly, feeling the hand that grips him squeeze a little tighter and move up and down at a slow, agonizing pace. Her other hand, then, tangles in his hair, pulling at his roots hard and urging him for more. Cardan is more than happy to comply, switching from one breast to the other while using one hand to pinch and pull the nipple he just abandoned and the other to slip between her thighs, find her clit with his fingers and coax louder moans out of her.
He, then, slips two fingers inside her, feeling her clench and unclench around him, pumping in and out of her until she arches her back into him, gasping his name over and over. "Cardan. Cardan. Cardan." He uses his thumb to rub her clit, forcing her to clench her thighs around his hand as she lets out a loud moan, tightening her fist in his curls and coming on his fingers.
Cardan lifts his head from her breasts, shoots her a wicked smile as he begins a descent down her body only to be stopped by Jude gripping both his shoulders hard. He looks at her in confusion but before he can say anything Jude wraps her legs around his waist and twists them so she's on top of him. She smiles at him again and Cardan feels like he could die looking at her. Before he realises what's happening, Jude has both his arms trenched above his head and is tying him up on the bed's headboard with a silk rope. Once she is done tying him up, she looks down at him with that same wicked grin she had when he walked into their room and says, "Happy Birthday" in a low, sensual voice. Cardan's eyes follow her as she starts kissing him down his chest and across his abdomen until she reaches his cock, taking him in one hand, pumping him once, kissing his tip. And then she looks him in the eye as she slowly, inch by inch, takes him in her mouth. The sensation, the sight. It's all too much to take. He has to shut his eyes tight, lean his head back in sweet agony while biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
Jude continues to torture him delightfully, with her warm mouth tense around his cock, the scraping of her teeth on his soft skin, the swiftness of her tongue driving him crazy. "Jude. Oh fuck. Jude." He doesn't last long. He comes hard and fast spilling into her mouth and down her throat. She takes it all. Never breaking eye contact. Once she's finished with him, she licks his length slowly up to his tip, gives him another kiss, and moves up to kiss him hard on the mouth.
"How are you liking your present, baby?" All he can muster for an answer is a pathetic grunt that sounds more like a purr. She chuckles, leaving feather-light kisses on the side of his neck, under his ear. She whispers, "Want me to keep going?" There's a shiver crawling down his spine at her voice, at what she's asking him. He barely gets out a "Yes". She kisses him once more, hard on the mouth, and moves to straddle him. "Good."
She grabs his shaft once more, lining him up to her entrance, and pushes him into her slowly. Torturously. They both moan loudly at the sensation. He will never get sick of this, he realises. Never get sick of her. Every moment with her feels like an unbelievable dream. Like he's somehow mortal, under gees. She slowly picks up the pace. Going faster and faster the closer she gets to climax. Cardan can do nothing but watch as she guides a hand downwards and starts rubbing herself. The other goes to her beast, catching her nipple between her index finger and thumb. The sight is too much. He tugs unconsciously at the robe, forgetting momentarily that he's still tied to the headboard, thinking he could touch her himself. She rides him faster and harder, the room fills with their groaning, grunting, moaning. Until Jude abruptly stops, throws her head back, and lets out a long, loud moan that sends Cardan over the edge, breathes out Jude's name as she falls limp on top of him.
Several moments pass as they both try to catch their breath. Jude finally reaches out and unties him. He wraps his arms around her almost immediately and asks, "Should we have some candy?"