Steady, deep, breaths ghost against his neck, the heat of it lingering on the fibres of his white button up shirt and warming the skin underneath. A comfortable weight on his thighs, his torso and his shoulder give him an unbelievable amount of comfort and satisfaction as he works in peaceful silence.
Firene has always been known as the realm of prosperity and peace, the land of plenty, blessed by the gods and wisely ruled by its kings. It has been especially so in recent years, and there is an unwavering sweet smell of flowers in the castle since the former queen stepped down to let her son, a war veteran, take the throne.
Alfred is yet unmarried, much to his chagrin, but the entire kingdom recognizes to have a queen, and the woman is his pride and joy. He often held Alear in his lap, sometimes even shamelessly in front of others at dinner during his sudden heats and he could not resist the veteran barbarian within him craving her supple skin, too impatient to wait until they were somewhere more private.
It was not quite so scandalous now, though. After a long day, she had finally finished all her duties, religious and political, to the four realms of Elysos. Her first stop, her only stop, was to her beloved's office. After a sweet welcome, shared tender kisses and quiet confessions of missing one another in the form of whispers on soft lips, she can quickly drift to sleep in his lap on the couch in his office while he continued the work he needed to finish before the day was over.
Though her job might seem more demanding, she rarely finds her lover done for the day when she arrives with twilight back to the Firenese capital. Her duties mostly of supervisions to the seals, temples and churches around Elysos, imbuing them of the draconic magic necessary to their functioning. Though it is a function that needs her physical presence, the Somniel cuts down her travel time considerably, and the Stewarts of the Dragon take care of all repetitive, slow bureaucratic work for her.
Alfred is not so lucky.
It would not be long until sunset, in any case. The late-afternoon light filtered through the curtain dancing in the open window is fading as the sun lowers, but it is only the dark that is damaging his capacity to focus in the balance sheets for the southern granaries. The evening glow is catching on the colour of her hair and illuminating her visage in an ethereal glow that captures his attention more than a few times. Though nothing catches his attention quite like the way her hands touching him twitch and a delicious mumble of his falls from her lips. It is sultry, familiar and evident to what images played behind her closed eyes. It completely distracts him from the few remaining pages of his work at his side.
"You must be having the sweetest of dreams." He whispers into her hair, his lip tugged into a smile. "Allow me to make them sweeter still, my lily."
With gentle movements, as to not wake Alear, the pads of his long, calloused, bare fingers caress the exposed skin of her arm, falling away at her bent elbow but not stopping their descent downwards. They travel past the plushness of her stomach, over her hip and down the side of her ass. Her thighs squeeze together when he touches them, skilled fingers moving from the side to her inner thighs. A soft whimper escapes her at his touch and how close he is getting to her core, the heat of her rising breath heating his skin in more ways than one.
The Divine Dragon begins to stir at the motion of him removing the thin pantaloons she usually wore under her ceremonial skirts to preserve her modesty and comfort as she flies from one temple to the next. Once the thin, cotton fabric is off and with her stirring movements ceases under his gentle voice, his fingers are once again mapping the inner side of her legs.
"I've got you, my love." His deep voice coos. "Just rest. I've got you, darling."
The hand resting on his chest flexes and bunches the fabric of his shirt in its hold once his burning fingers finally make their way between her legs and brush against the very damp spot of her underwear. It is warm, welcoming and, through the thin fabric of her underwear, her slick still dampens his fingers. His chest rumbles with a delighted near silent groan at the notion of how wet she is has happened from just dreaming of him.
Alfred, too, knows of being turned on and painfully hard just at the thought of her.
She had given him permission to touch her like this before, to have his way while she rested from her day and as he pleased her. She trusted him more than anyone else in this world and she wanted his touch more than anything else. Even in her sleep, that much was evident. Her legs spread at the touch of his fingers on her soaking cunt and she melted into him as his other arm around her middle held her firm and yet gentle against his chest.
Normally, he would love to take his time undressing her and using featherlike touches to get his lover withering and pliant underneath him. However, right now, as she sleeps in his lap with his hand between her legs, quietly, sinfully, moaning his name, he cannot hold himself back from moving her underwear to the side and sinking his slender finger into her tight pussy.
Alear is so wet that he has no trouble sliding his digit into her, millimetre by millimetre, gouging her reaction and his rhythm through every micro-reaction that she displays. He watches her restful face with glowing eyes as he does.
She is so lovely, so beautiful and all his. The flush of her cheeks, the movement of her brow and slackening of her jaw the further his long finger sinks into her, it makes his cock impossibly hard, pressing against her ass, but it is the last thing on his mind as he watches her unravel around just one finger.
Slowly, Alfred pumps in and out of her, loving the way her body subconsciously presses harder against his and her little moans are muttered against his skin. In his quiet office, he can make out every little whimper that falls from her pretty lips, every squelch and wet noise her pussy makes as he finger fucks her and she grows closer to her orgasm.
His own chest begins to rise and fall with quick and heated breaths. Each one of his heartbeats and the movements of his lungs are shared with her own and growing even heavier when he adds another finger and curls them right into the spot that has her velvety walls squeeze around him and her essence coating his palm as she somehow grows even wetter.
Her sweet, sleep laced murmurs are angelic against his ears, each one encouraging him to drive her to her orgasm faster and making his eyes glaze over with heavy love and lust that he only holds for her. His darling, his most precious love, one he waited for all his life and that he would wait a thousand years more, that he would sacrifice anything for. His beloved that is more perfect than he ever could have imagined or asked for.
That love and lust, already unbounded, heightens even further when Alear chants his name over and over again in that sleepy whispering, almost dream-like. Her hips subconsciously bucks to meet the thrust of his fingers, her own holding onto him so desperately.
The room is filled with the lewd noises of her dripping cunt being pumped with long and dedicated fingers, filling her little hole and trying to pull the most amount of pleasure they can from her. They work her so well, enough to bring her to her release but gentle enough not to wake her from her slumber. His pace picks up as her walls clench around his digits and the rest of her body trembles in his hold.
So perfect for me, so unearthly beautiful, he thinks over and over again as he drinks in every little reaction that she gives him. Every reaction he is addicted to seeing and would do just about anything to draw out of her, to hear her call his name as if it were the only word she knew.
Alfred groans at the feeling of her walls contracting, at how fucking tight her cunt is clamping around his fingers and sucking his digits even deeper as she cums, hard and body shuttering, coating his fingers and palm in her gushing release. It is enough to stir her awake, her lashes fluttering as her eyes slowly open and she is met with the glowing, hungry orbs of her lover.
Alear notices that the air smells of sex and her lover's natural intoxicating musk as she tries to come to her senses but she is finding it hard to gather her thoughts and bearings, between the dazes of sleep and of orgasm.
The world around her is fuzzy except for the man beneath her, the hardness of his cock pressing against her ass, the undeniable heat between her legs and the way they tremble. It leaves her wondering if her dream had not actually been a dream after all.
"Alfred..." She whimpers at the feeling of that previous fullness leaving her, burying her face into his chest.
Her thighs press together tightly, shaking and weak, sticky with her essence, evidence that she had, in fact, cum. Dream or not.
Her cheeks flush with her embarrassment at the realization. It was not the first time she has dreamt and cum thinking of Alfred this way, but to do so while sitting in his lap…
There was no way that he had not noticed.
However, as the world slowly becomes a bit clearer, as her thoughts begin to make a little more sense, the Divine Dragon starts to realize that he had done much beyond than just notice her arousal. She was absolutely shameless in her want for more, in her demands for her lover. Not that he had not been anything other than absolutely indulgent in his pleasuring.
Moving to stare up at him, to ask him to fuck her right here and now, not caring how desperate she might sound, she catches a glimpse of his smile before he leans down to kiss her cheek, his breath warm on her already heated skin, his soft hair tickling her and his heavy scent enveloping her completely. The warmth of him, the need for him, permeates throughout her whole body.
Her heart pounds in her chest with anticipation and the hope he will fill her with his cock, just as he had in her dream, very soon.
His lips fall on her skin, the hardness pressed against her ass that is lazily being bucked up into her to feel more pressure, and the need laced in his tone tells her he is feeling very much the same despite asking such an innocent question.
"Did you sleep well, my love?"
Alear laughs, in spite of her heat.