The Throne
Lightning and Noctis do it on the throne. ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°
"Are we clear on this matter?" The authoritative tone reverberated throughout the throne room.
The two Glaives before him had a fist to their chest and they bowed. "Yes, Your Highness."
"Nyx, you may go." Noctis waved his hand, a gesture to shoo him away. "Lightning, stay. I have one more thing to discuss." The Kukris-user smirked in amusement and gave the woman beside him a look. Stoic as ever, she did not react.
"Your Highness." Nyx gave one more bow, almost teasing this time, and gave a two finger salute and a wink to Lightning before leaving. "Captain."
As soon as the door to the throne room closed, Noctis spoke up first. "You look exhausted." He looked at her tenderly. He knew she was working hard as the new Captain of the Kingsglaive.
She scoffed, relaxing her stance and crossed her arms. "I could say the same for you."
"Yeah, well." He ran his fingers through his hair, suddenly looking very tired. "Being a King will do that to ya." Noctis slumped in his throne, his arm bent as he leaned his face and closed his eyes. "And it sucks because I'm not even King yet. If it's like this now..." Lightning was aware that his father was figuratively breathing down his neck, trying to ease him into kingship. The two have not seen each other lately due to his council meetings and paperwork.
"We'll worry about the later." She said while he nodded in response. "As for your other situation, maybe I can help."
He raised a brow. "Help with what?"
Taking advantage of his confusion, Lightning walked up the steps slowly, her gaze intently on him. "Relieving stress."
He felt a bit of unease and shifted his position to sit upright. The way she walked was like a Coeurl to its prey. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, and asked in a whisper. "How?"
She stood in front of him while he remained on his throne. Her hand went to touch his face, curling against his cheek and trailed down to jaw, neck, and chest. As tired and busy as he was, he never failed to present himself as a royal figure, with clean cut clothes and a shaved jaw. Then her fingers began to unbutton his black shirt, from top to bottom, with one hand. "Claire." He gripped the arms of the throne, making no move to stop her. "The door-"
"Nyx locked it on his way out." She answered him as she knelt down, her hands were now unbuckling his pants. He nearly groaned, so that's why he winked at her. He'll have to thank him later.
With her fingers touching areas only he had touched himself for the past week, he felt conflicted. A part of him wanted her to continue, while the other was concerned if someone hear obarged in. "Wait. Someone might-"
"Noctis." Her eyes briefly flashed with anger. "Don't think of anyone else. Think of only me." Eos, the woman was damn possessive at times and he loved it. "And the throne room is soundproof."
That was news to him. "Good to know for future reference." He gulped as she unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear.
He gasped as he felt the room's cold air. "Claire-"
She took the head of his cock around her lips and went all the way to its base, her nose brushing against his curls. All the while her eyes were on him and his closed halfway.
"Fuck." He sighed as she began to slowly bob up, then down. One hand went to grip her hair, not to control her movements but he needed something firm to hold on to. The throne's marble arm was wide and smooth that it was almost slippery. His other hand was held by hers on his thigh.
He fucking loved it when Claire gave him head. The woman knew what he liked and how he liked it. And she wasn't shy to tell him what she wanted as well. Sex had always been mind-blowing between them and it all boiled down to communication.
The sounds in the throne room only consisted of his breaths, groans, and the wetness of her mouth and his cock. She didn't even come up for air. Her mouth was warm and wet and he tongue would stroke his shaft or the head. Damn woman knew what she was doing.
She gave a particular suck and he gasped once more. Lightning gave him a look, one that was usually reserved during meetings in which he was caught not paying attention or if he was deep in his thoughts. Oh Eos, it didn't help that she had his cock around her mouth. From now on if she ever gave him that look again, he would only be able to think of this image.
She released his cock with a little pop and she panted lightly. "What are you thinking about?" Her voice sounded far away and his eyes were transfixed on her moist, swollen lips. He didn't answer because it was hard to think straight when she continued to pump his saliva-coated cock in her hands and gave his balls little licks. Then she travelled up his shaft, giving little suckles and continuing to pump his penis.
"Noct?" She asked once more. This time her voice held a little mischief.
He groaned. She was a sly, little minx, that's what. Not only was she a warrior goddess, but she could be a teasing minx if she wanted to be.
"You. I'm thinking of you." He answered hastily as she continued her ministrations, taking him higher in pleasure.
"Mmmm." She hummed around his balls, which caused his jaw to go slack. "You better be." Then her lips hovered around the head of his cock once more, which now had a small amount of his cum. "What about me?" She inquired with her eyes on him, a darker hue of her usual aqua.
"How much I love you giving me head." He growled as he felt her breaths in the tip of his penis and the sight of her tongue running over her lower lip. "How much I want you." He twitched as she licked to taste him. "How I'll always want you and never get enough."
Her eyes softened, for a moment distracted by his last words. He could say the sweetest things in the most unlikely situations. "I'll always want you too." She replied and rose from her knees.
She looked at him briefly. His pants were around his ankles and his shirt unbuttoned, revealing a sculpted body. She kneeled once more, this time placing a knee on either side of his legs so she straddled him, not brushing on his erected cock just yet.
Her face hovered above his as she gripped his face with both hands, while his rested in her waist. He panted against her mouth, the pleasure from her oral still running through his body.
"I love you." She whispered against his lips.
He gave a shaky exhale, seemingly affected by her words, and she watched his navy eyes bleed into a dark crimson. "I love you, Noctis." She said again, nipping and licking at his lips the way she knew riled him up, then turned into harsher and open mouthed kisses with their tongues dancing together.
"Claire, I need you." He said between kisses. "Right now."
"Okay." She replied in the same manner, breathless. "Okay." She proceeded to unclip her cape and pull down the standard Glaive bodysuit until her calves. Noctis knew that she didn't remove it all the way because it was a hassle to put on.
Now clad in bindings around her breasts and simple black cotton panties, she reached around her back to undo them. He reached out as well and she knew he wanted to do the deed so she let him.
He looked at her eyes and her eyes only as he pulled at the bindings. His breathing getting harsher as each layer was uncovered. She returned her hand to his cock, still erect between her legs, but needed much attention so she began to stroke it slowly once more.
After a few moments, she felt the last of her layers removed and the bindings fell to the floor with her cape.
"Shit." He hissed as he caressed a breast, rubbing an pebbled, rosy nipple with his thumb. She sighed and her hips moved to grind on him instinctively, brushing his cock.
"I love you." He said and moved to suckle on a breast. "I love everything about you." His warm tongue stroked her nipple, teasing the tip with wetness, and she moaned, both of her hands moving to the back of his head and into his hair.
She kneeled upright, pressing her breast closer to his mouth which continued to do wonderful things on each side. As he stopped, he tilted his head up to look at her. His thumb brushed her lower lip. "And you're mine."
She nodded at his words. Yes, she was his. She's always been. "Always." Her thumbs hooked under the side of her panties and pulled them down to her calf as well.
Spreading her legs as she can with the restriction on the bodysuit, she positioned her vagina above his erect cock. She felt him shift lower on the throne to accommodate her, but she stopped him with a kiss on his forehead. "Let me."
"Okay." He gritted out, his palms resting on her waist.
She lowered herself, her hands gripped his shoulders in doing so, but she hasn't sinked to him yet. Instead, she ground her wet cunt against his shaft, lubricating it more. The action had him groaning her name.
She shushed him, placing an index finger on his lips. "I know. Almost." She continued to grind and was pleased to see him grimace. She knew just what to say to turn him on more. "Can you feel how wet I am?"
He groaned. Eos, Lightning knew when to play dirty. But she wasn't the only one. So he retaliated by nipping at her fingers then sucking them into his mouth with his tongue swirling around them. Her breath hitched. The man was insatiable. She stroked his cock one more time with her hand. He was well-lubricated and ready and so was she.
Still holding on his penis, she swirled the head around her clit to stimulate herself more. "Ah, fuck, Claire." He cursed around her fingers. Finally, she sunk down into his cock and stilled, both moaning at the contact.
She removed her moist fingers from his mouth and went to rub it on her clit. Then she gripped both his shoulder once more and began to lift herself up his cock, then down. The same bobbing motion as she had done with her mouth.
His large hands clutched around her waist, fingernails biting at her back as he could do nothing but hold on as she bounced slowly on his lap.
He breathed harshly against her jaw. "Faster."
With eyes closed, Lightning shook her head and continued the torturous pace. "Not yet. I don't want to rush this." She arched her back, fucking him on a slightly different angle, and her nipples brushed his chest. "I want you to come just like this."
He looked up and wondered how this goddess was his. The way she took control, taking her pleasure as she rode him and he could do nothing but sit back and take it. She could do anything she wanted and he'd still beg for more. After all, he was hers as well.
They began to sweat, a damp sheen on their skins, and it made Noctis a bit slippery on the throne. She stabilized their position by widening her knees until they touched the throne's arms and, instead of her hands on his shoulders, she replaced them with her elbows and her hands went to grip at the gold carvings etched on the back of the throne.
The Prince grunted, penetrating deeper than before, and with her breasts now in front of his face he couldn't help but bring a nipple between his teeth. The action sent a shiver down her spine and a clench in her vaginal muscles which he surely felt.
His other hand went down to her clit, rubbing the nub of flesh with fast, rapid circles. If she wasn't going to pick up the pace, he had to make sure she came first. The contact did what he wanted, she shifted her hips faster, taking his cock in and grinding her clit on his thumb.
"That's it, Claire. I'm so close." He gasped and looked up again. She literally was a goddess, her face flushed and glowing and enhanced by the afternoon light from the windows. "Come for me."
"Noctis." She whimpered, lost in his words and touches. And when the nail of his thumb nudged her clit, her body went into a frenzy. Her orgasm was long and hard. She had Noctis grunting and struggling to pump into her because she so damn wet, hot, and tight and with the last of his self-control, released himself inside of her with curses flying from his lips and to her chest.
"Shit." Lightning sighed and nuzzled on his shoulder with a laugh. "I needed that."
He chuckled, both of their laughs felt odd since he still hadn't pulled out. "We both did."
She lifted her head to grin at him. Kissing his lips once more, this time tenderly and lovingly. She pulled away and her smile turned mischievous. "One more round?"
"I wasn't going to let you go anyway."
The following morning, Noctis met his father at the usual hour. He stood at the bottom of the steps while he gazed up at the current King sitting on the throne. Memories of yesterday's tryst were all he could see and think about.
Of course, Noctis' dreamy state had been noticed by his father.
"So, how was it?" King Regis asked.
"How was what?"
His father gave him a look. "I have been sitting on this throne for over 30 years, Noctis. Do you think I would not know?"
Oh shit. The Prince remained silent. How the fuck did he know? They cleaned up yesterday, nobody saw or heard…
Amidst his son's panic, his father stated casually. "You are not the first to have done it on the throne."
Noctis could only stare at his father in horror.
AN: THRONE SEXXX. It needed to happen y'all.
Nyx is Lightning's wingman (don't fight me on this lol). And King Regis just knows, he just knows because he was as horny as Noctis when he was younger (I'm just making up my own stuff). I always come up with lame endings, usually I like to end smut with humor.