Kinktober 2024
Day 5 (I am so sorry I skipped day 4)
Formal Wear - Cedric/Sofia
Cedric hated Amber's birthday.
Princess Amber had always been impossible to please, but it got worse ever since she discovered she'd be Queen in the future. Not that she was ever cruel, but a majority of the staff did cringe if they saw her coming, less than enthused at the thought of being subjected to her ruthless micromanagement. She had high standards and a keen eye for detail. It made for some truly spectacular occasions, but was always an incredible pain to accomplish.
While he thought he was used to it, thought it couldn't be much worse, he found he wasn't and it did.
This was the first year he and Sofia were together. He had asked her father if he could court her and, to his extreme surprise, the King said yes. To be fair, it had taken some convincing on Sofia's part, but all in all he couldn't be happier. There were hoops to jump through, of course, but nothing he couldn't handle. It was all for Sofia's benefit, anyway, so that was enough to sustain him through the worst of it.
But now Amber had commandeered his fiance. Whisked her away for help with decorating, and cake tasting, and choosing invitations. All the things that could have been done with Prince James, but James was an active knight now and didn't have the time that Sofia did. Even if it was his birthday as well.
He and Sofia had barely been able to say "Hello" to one another without Amber dragging her off to another inane task. It shouldn't have been so difficult to stomach, but it was. He missed her, more than he ever thought he'd miss someone, and it chaffed at him. As much as he wanted to lay claim to her, Amber was her sister and Sofia would only suffer if the two of them were at odds. Amber felt the same, evidenced by her willingness to make requests instead of demands of him.
He found himself almost nostalgic for the demands, that way he wouldn't feel guilty about being so angry with her.
However, at the end of an excruciatingly long two months, the event was upon them and after tonight Sofia would be his once again. There was even a part of him that looked forward to dancing with her, much as he loathed dancing. But it was a chance to hold her close and make her laugh… It still astounded him, all that he could stomach putting up with for her. Sometimes he didn't even recognize himself.
Determined to find a way to miss her less, he had thrown himself into his work. He did his best to ignore the time they spent apart. It worked to some degree, but then one day her mother had asked what he would be wearing. His confusion must have shown on his face because Queen Miranda attempted to very gently explain that he couldn't wear his usual clothes since he would be attending the party as Princess Sofia's intended. He wondered how he could have forgotten such a thing, knowing all the pomp that permeated royal engagements.
It was Amber to the rescue, as a week before she hand delivered the clothes he would be wearing.
"I had no intention of letting you dress yourself." She explained. "Fashion is something you have no handle on, so I decided to take it into my own hands. You'll never be handsome, but at least you can be presentable. Also, you'll match my sister, so go ahead and thank me so I can get back to everything else that needs my attention." She all but huffed.
He thanked her, if only to get her out of his tower.
Now, looking in the mirror, he sullenly determined that he owed her another, more sincere, thanks. The fabrics were worthy of royalty and the cut was almost flattering. At the very least it accentuated his height, one of the only things he had going for him, and the colors were palatable. Most of it was his signature plum purple with gold and green accents. Not terribly ostentatious, but appropriately intricate. Sofia would be happy to be seen with him no matter what he wore, but in this he didn't have to worry about what everyone else thought.
Gods be damned, Amber would be a pleasant sister in law one day and he was going to have to actually put in effort to be a semi-decent brother in law.
The things he did for his beloved.
He heard a knock on his door and prepared to tell Baileywick that, yes, he was coming to the party. Only it wasn't Baileywick. It was Sofia.
And she looked divine.
The gown was his signature purple, with similar accents of gold and green, though the colors looked better on her than they ever would on him. It was off the shoulder, leaving sumptuous amounts of skin open to his roving gaze and incorrigible imagination. Her corset created a stunning show of cleavage, bordering on scandalous (by Sofia's standards) but still presentable. Her waist was cinched and he couldn't stop envisioning placing a hand there as he led her around the dance floor, holding her close. The poof of the gown was full, but he knew it wouldn't compete with whatever fluffy monstrosity Amber would be wearing.
"You look stunning, dearest." He managed to say.
She smiled and blushed, her big blue eyes never leaving his. "I could say the same thing about you." She replied confidently, then seemed to shrink a bit and picked at her dress. "You don't think it's too much?"
He reached out to grab her hand, intent on having her in his arms. She let him pull her inside, almost more eager than he was for the privacy. It would be polite to give her an actual answer, but having her so close made his mind foggy, and without thinking about why he shouldn't he kissed her. Long, slow, and deep. He was careful not to mess with her hair, elegantly styled and baring the creamy skin of her neck and shoulders, but the rest of her was fair game. It was only once she moved her head back that he broke the kiss.
"I know I should be one of those men who can't stand for other's to ogle his woman, but I've always been one for showing off." He confessed, surreptitiously. "The way you look right now…" He bit his lip. "I'd like nothing more than to spin you around the ball room, and for everyone to see you happy in my arms."
"Oh." She looked stunned by his words, but the heat in her eyes suggested she enjoyed them. Once she calmed she leaned back into him, voice low and seductive. "Well then, shall we go down?"
"I think I will."
Before she could question him, he dropped to his knees and picked up her skirts. She gasped as he pushed her to lean on the door for support, cluing in to his intentions.
"Cedric, surely you don't mean to -"
" - Oh I most certainly do." He cut her off, voice full of single-minded confidence. "Try and be quiet, dearest. The castle is teeming with guests today."
She squeaked softly as he found the center of her skirts and began pulling her pantalettes and bloomers down, but leaving her stockings in place. He couldn't see much, the heavy layers of skirts blocking out the light of day, but he could feel. His hands couldn't decide where to settle, so he let them wander. The silky feeling of her bare skin contrasting with the soft lace was always a revelation to him, driving him to heady heights of arousal. He wanted to play, but knew they didn't have much time.
Finally he placed one hand on her thigh and the other made a bee line for her center.
She wasn't as wet as he liked her, but she soon would be. Immediately he pushed one finger into her, smirking as her hips moved into him. He didn't have the patience to wait for tomorrow to taste her, not when she was right here wearing his colors. Pressing kisses into her thighs, he worked her open with one and then two fingers, curling them exactly the way she liked. She was doing a very good job of being quiet but he was determined to make her whimper and moan.
If someone overheard, well, he already warned her that he liked showing off.
Once he felt the tell-tale tremble in her legs he slowed his ministrations, only long enough to free one and throw it over his shoulder so he could finally put his mouth on her and begin a proper ravishing. His tongue hurriedly went to work, lapping and feasting at her bud. She was thick and honeyed and as decadent as her title suggested. He smirked as she began dripping down his fingers and coating his chin. There was his messy girl; she was past thinking now and had fully given herself over to his caprice. All it took was one more clever flick of his fingers and his ears caught a soft wail from his dear princess.
Noisy and messy, two of his favorite things about her.
Whether she was at his mercy or he at hers, he adored that she was incapable of holding back in any way, shape or form. He had always known her to throw her whole self into any task, and intimacy proved no different (not that anyone else would ever know it). He could only answer with passion, something he never knew he had so much of. She managed to draw it out, though. A whole well of it, deeper than he ever thought possible. When they first got together, he legitimately worried about keeping up with her… That worry proved to be inconsequential. He was very nearly as voracious as she, and much less caring of societal niceties.
Hence his brazen attack on her person moments before a high society party.
And she was letting him.
His tongue worked faster against her, taking her closer to the edge of release. They really didn't have the time for this, but he was a desperate man. He'd been bereft of her and now he was taking his due for all the patience he had exercised, not that she minded much at the moment. He could hear the faintest little sounds from outside of what felt like a cocoon of fabric. The clenching of her walls told him how close she was. His other hand could feel the coiled tension in the muscle of her leg. A few more pumps and some prolonged pressure against her clit had her falling apart in his hands.
In a moment of mischievous spontaneity, he vanished her undergarments before extracting himself and helping to right her skirts, batting away her hands as she looked in vain for linens that were now gone.
"Cedric, what have you done with my underthings?" She asked, still red-faced and flustered.
"I don't think you'll need them, love. Who else do you think is getting under this dress?"
She sputtered, appalled at the suggestion and also resigned to the fact that this would be her state for the night. It was cute, but if she had truly protested he'd bring them back.
They both knew it.
But, as usual, she let him have his way. Only for small things. Only for things she wasn't really against or scared of. It was fun for her, she had told him, to let him push her softer boundaries. The thought of her going downstairs and dancing with friends while improperly dressed and uncomfortably wet was intoxicating. He was unbelievably hard already and unsure how he'd hide it for the rest of the night.
He leaned in close enough for her to be able to smell herself on his face. "Can you go out like this?" His tone gentle, wanting to be certain he hadn't pushed too far.
"I don't know." She sassed back with a sly smile. "Can you go out like that?"
She caressed his cock, biting her lip and sending every signal that she was ready to take things further, but he grasped her arms. "Ah, ah. We don't have time for that, love."
Her eyebrows shot up. "But, what about you?" The confusion on her face made him chuckle.
"I'll let you make it up later. For now, your sister is expecting us and I have absolutely zero doubts that she'll break down my door to get her way."
They both snickered at the thought, while knowing it wasn't entirely exaggeration.
He used his wand to clean himself up before they went down. Amber glared only a little as they snuck into the fete that was already in full swing. It was awful in the way that small talk with strangers is awful. It was wonderful in the way that making Sofia smile was wonderful. The king introduced him to a few neighboring royals that he had already met, but of course, the help aren't often remembered.
Now he was betrothed to a princess, and that made him worth knowing.
It was difficult to care when he knew that Sofia was dazzling the room with no knickers on, occasionally in his arms as he earned the jealously of more than a few attendees. She drank her punch, snacked on the food, danced with her friends, and all the while her release was running down her leg. A release that he had pulled from her, and if her lingering gaze and clandestine winks were anything to go by, he'd have his own before midnight.
It came sooner than expected when one of the servants tripped and caused a large commotion in one of the nearby halls between the kitchen and the ball room. Some party decorations and tables were ruined. Sofia, of course, ran to help, undeterred by anyone who tried to shoo her away. She was a helpful soul before she was anything else, and he her devoted idolater, thus he stayed by her side and contributed to the clean up.
Once it was all said and done, the two of them looked a tad worse for wear.
He could have fixed it all with a wave of his wand, but before he could offer she was pulling him into a small, empty room. He looked around before deciding it was most likely a storage room. Before he had time to wonder why they were here, she was dropping to her knees and working at his trousers.
"Couldn't wait, could you?" His voice only shook a small bit.
"Noooooo." She dragged the sound out, obviously distracted by her objective. "Had to have you. Been thinking about you all night. You've taken such good care of me, been nice to my friends and family, been so sweet to help clean up. You look so good in these clothes."
It didn't take but a few seconds before he was rock hard once again.
She knew full well that flattery was an excellent way to get under his skin. He might have been upset at how easy it was for her to manipulate him, but really, what would he actually have to complain about. She was too kind? She was too sexy? Oh poor, pitiful Cedric. Having a fiance that spoke too sweetly and needed him too much.
"You should wear things this luxurious all the time." She commented before taking him into her mouth.
He grit his teeth, but still hissed at the heat.
She was incredibly talented with her mouth, but talent or not there was no way he had any hopes of lasting. The two month long wait combined with everything else that had happened created a situation that would embarrass the ever-loving fuck out of him if he were with anyone else. But he was with Sofia, and that made it all so much better and a thousand times worse.
His head thunked against the wall behind him as she plied her tongue over the head of him with every frantic movement. He pulsed as he felt her drool roll over his sack. She was, as usual, throwing herself into the task. It was heaven and hell as she worked him. The slide of her, the heat of her, the mind-blowing suction just on edge of too much. Not to mention the tantalizing sound of her mouth dancing up and down his cock as she moaned around him.
This was a gift and revenge rolled into one and he savored it all. It was almost impossible to keep his hips still, but he managed, determined not to ruin the pace she had set. He could tell that she was enjoying having him at her mercy, and who was he to rain on her parade? No, best he simply enjoy it himself for as long as he could, which wouldn't be much longer, sadly.
"Sofia." He grunted as she started playing with his balls. His were quite sensitive and she knew it, only handling them when she was getting serious about making him break. Fuck. Fuck. "Sofia." His tone more guttural. "I'm close."
She kept her same fervent pace, driving him crazy as his hips began to snap along with her movements. He was on the verge of ecstasy and then there. He came into her waiting mouth, buried down as far as she could take him. He was barely aware of anything other than the fiery rapture buzzing in his veins. It was all perfection and a small amount of disappointment as the moment came to an end too soon. Sofia looked pleasantly triumphant with his softening cock still in her mouth and he recalled Amber's earlier words.
When his intended looked at him like that, he rather got the feeling that the sentiment should be reversed, because he knew that Sofia found him handsome but he was, delightfully, in no way presentable.