Holiday Story: Valentine's Day 2024
Title: The Queen's Valentine
Category: Original
Characters: Gardner 'Gard' (OMC), Ingrid (OFC)
Comm By: Penmar
Tags: Feet, Emotional, After Care
Alternate Titles: Waking the Queen, A Relaxing Footrub, The Queen's Gard
Beta: SimplylovinIt
Started: 11/02/2024
Finished: 17/02/2024
Public: 24/03/2024
Gardner shifted, and the heavy veil of sleep evaporated as his sea-blue eyes fluttered open. Fatigue pinched the corners of his eyes, and as the brown-haired man moved to wipe the sleep from his eyes, the duvet fell away, exposing his vermillion, snowflake-patterned sleeping attire as well as the beautiful maiden still blissfully dozing beside him.
The corners of the toymaker's smile lifted as he took in the serene sight of his new beloved. It was rare to see her so relaxed and at peace; she worked so hard and had gone through so much. With great care so as not to disturb Ingrid's sleep, Gardner sat up in the bed, letting the covers further retract, inadvertently exposing more of Ingrid's silken lavender nightgown.
Ingrid had curled up slightly in her sleep, her soft breasts smushing themselves together as she held herself in the intimate embrace of sleep. Her luxurious strawberry blonde hair surrounded her angelic face with messy curls that did not befit a queen but did make her look so adorable. As Gardner admired her beauty, his eyes trailed down her body and widened when he saw the smooth pale flesh of Ingrid's ankles and the small, perfectly shaped feet attached to them and immediately felt a subtle shift in his pyjama pants. Her nightgown had to have ridden up at some point during the night.
He couldn't help himself. As silent as he could manage, Gardner slowly slid down the bed and took the queen's royal foo into his lap. She let out a cute little groan and, with trepid fingers, began to massage her foot. Even her sole was as smooth as silk and was so small he could easily close his fist the full way around the appendage.
She was pleasantly warm. He pressed his calloused thumbs into her instep and began to rub small circles into her warm sole.
He'd already moved on to the soft flesh of her toepad when the slumbering monarch finally let out a sleepy groan and a yawn, cooning in a sleepy voice,
"Mmm, that feels nice."
"The only way a beautiful queen should be awoken from her pleasant dreams," Gardner said softly, his skilled fingers slipping between her toes and making them curl, pinching his fingers and trying to hold them in place.
Sparks of pleasure shot up Ingrid's legs and between her thighs, a familiar pleasant warmth radiating from her centre . As quickly as it arrived, it vanished, however, when her lover's hands moved to massage the tough but still smooth skin of her heel.
"Can you do my other foot, too?" Ingrid asked sleepily, lightly poking his thigh with her big toe.
"Your wish is my command, your highness," Gardner chuckled, releasing her foot and taking her other one into his lap.
Ingrid felt a pleasant twinge between her thighs as the movement of her leg caused her underwear to ride up, the crotch catching in place and pinching her clit. The heat from her Gard's hands gradually soaked into her cold, barefoot as his well-practised fingers rubbed and massaged her sole. The feeling of his rough, hard-used digits rubbing the smooth, immaculate flesh of her sole made her legs tingle and her toes curl.
The heat built rapidly, and the fabric of her panties became moist with her arousal. His hands were so big, so strong … Ingrid felt her eyes glaze as she was sucked into the memory of being held in his strong, toned arms. Goose pimples prickled her arms, and she felt like a little schoolgirl with a crush. She hadn't felt so vulnerable and content in … a long time.
Her cheeks bloomed with an adorable blush. Gard's thumbs pressed into her instep, and her back arched, causing the remains of her duvet to slump off her body, exposing every stitch of her lavender nightgown. The cool air of the room teased her through the thin aristocratic silk of her gown, making the butterflies in her tummy erupt in a fresh swarm of excitement.
Her arousal was rapidly soaking her underwear and would soon leak through her gown any moment. Ingrid felt her toes clench involuntarily as Gard's calloused thumbs found her toepad, and a tiny squeak escaped her throat. She wanted to jump him and feel his expert, strong, masculine fingers explore other - even more sensitive areas of her body.
"Eat commoner cock like the filthy pig you are."
Ingrid went abruptly rigid, and her euphoria withdrew as rapidly as it had been summoned by her lover's dexterous … masculine … fingers. The words of her scorned … monstrous former partner echoed through her mind like a gong to war during a silent winter night. A cold wave of dread crashed over her.
"You know you want to. Take the common dirt into your filthy mouth. You always were as common as a sow."
The monarch's eyes fell into her lap.
Gardner blinked when the petite naked foot in his hand suddenly went limp and retracted from his hands - leaving the bulge in his lap unfulfilled and allowing the cool air of the room to ease his burden for her. He looked up from the retreating foot and towards the troubled expression of the queen.
"Dirty … pig … whore …" Ingrid whispered, her eyes faded with a faraway glaze as the many, many insults of her ex, Archeron, echoed in her mind, condemning her with the same intensity with the need that burned through her veins.
Gardner shifted and crossed the distance between them, the sound of sliding sheets mixing with the barely audible sniffs as Ingrid's breath caught in her throat. The sound made his heart ache. Taking great care to make slow, unthreatening movements, he slid along the sheets until he was sitting beside the trembling maiden.
The toymaker wrapped his arms around his queen. Ingrid stiffened in his hold and his sleeves went taunt, pulling back as his arms tensed and he pulled the weeping beauty into his powerful embrace. Tears pricked his azure blue eyes.
Ingrid gasped as she felt her lover's breath on the shell of her ear, warm goose pimples spreading out to combat the dread coursing through her body. His heat wrapped around her body, cocooning her with his comforting presence. She felt so small in his arms.
"Shh, none of that," Gardner whispered into her ear.
She trembled like a child. The deep tone of his voice made gentle by his affection for her … it made the queen want to cry for an entirely different reason. She was so pathetic.
"So … pathetic …" she whispered.
"No, you're not," Gardner said, tensing his arms as he pulled her even tighter against his chest.
"I am … I get wet over … a foot rub … and a hug has me trembling like a child …" Ingrid whispered, letting her tears slide down her cheeks unbidden.
"You've just had a hard life. It's not your fault," Gardner said softly.
"I couldn't even protect … little …" Ingrid stammered. She was abruptly cut off when she felt her lover's strong hands clasp her arms. He could almost encase her entire arm in his hands.
"Don't even finish that sentence. A monster wormed his way into your heart and did his best to hurt and destroy you. It is not your fault. It was never your fault," Gardner said, an undertone of anger trying to lace itself into his words as he recalled the monster that had assaulted the queen and attempted to assault the young princess.
"But-" Ingrid began, only to be cut off again by her beloved.
"No, you may be a queen, but you are not perfect. No one saw that man for the demon he was. If I had, he wouldn't have survived long enough to kiss the back of your hand. He hid his true nature from everyone, and when you saw what he tried to do to-" he cut himself off, not wanting to recount the events that had nearly transpired that day, "You stood up to him, you stopped him, you banished him from your court and your family, you saved her."
"S-Saved?" Ingrid whispered.
"Yes, you saved her. You are a survivor and a hero, my love," Gardner reaffirmed, "You have the respect and adoration of the people, none more so than those closest to you. Little Celine is even puffing out her chest to ensure you can have a day for yourself. She idolises you. You are her hero. You can stand tall and pursue your passions, your horseriding, your painting, and, of course, dancing. You are strong, you are powerful, you are our queen," he continued, every word bringing a calming breeze of love and affection into the queen.
Ingrid looked up at her toymaker through blurry, shimmering eyes, the morning light warped around him like a divine, holy hue.
"Life continues, your life continues, our lives continue," Gardner continued, brushing a stray hair from in front of her eyes.
He always knew what to say. The phantom voice of her abuser grew faint, vanishing like the morning mist and the corners of her lips lifted on their own authority.
"Thank you," Queen Ingrid whispered.
"You don't need to thank me," Gardner whispered back.
Ingrid's lips lifted into an amused grin; he always said corny stuff like that. Her fingers curled, pinching the back of his nightshirt, and she lifted herself and pressed her lip against his. Her tongue snuck out to playfully play with his bottom lip before they parted.
She really loved this man. He knew how to turn even the most dreary and stormy of days into the brightest of summer glows.
Gardner's lips twisted into an amused smirk.
"Though if you want to keep thanking me like that, I won't stop-" it was Ingrid's turn to cut him off as she lurched forward and captured his mouth again, crashing her petite frame into his, causing the toymaker to fall back, pulling them down onto the bed.
Soft silk sheets billowed outwards as though they had dived into a pool of scarlet silk. Their kiss parted in a symphony of nervous, giddy giggles.
"You're so adorable," Gardner laughed, enjoying the way the queen's impish grin made her eyes sparkle. She was such a pixie, and he loved her for it.
"Mmm, you know, sometimes I think I'm too hard on you," Ingrid said teasingly as her hand slid down to grope his revived erection through his pyjama bottoms.
"Ah…" Gardner gasped, pleasure sparking out from his member and causing his legs to shiver beneath his queen. Now, it was his turn to quiver in her embrace .
"Mmm, or maybe I should be harder ," Ingrid said teasingly, giving his manhood an extra … firm squeeze.
"Oh, ah … you little pixie," Gardner moaned.
"Mmm, your little pixie," Ingrid purred.
"My naughty little- ah, pixie," Gardner moaned as the queen's fingers slid down to squeeze his base through the thin material before gliding back up his length. It was probably a good thing he was still dressed, or he'd have given the queen a very undignified facial - the thought made his manhood tremble in her soft gasp.
"Mmm, if I'm so naughty, maybe I need to be punished. Do you want to spank your little pixie?" Ingrid mewled, lifting her rear into the air to emphasise her words - though it did cause her head to dip teasingly close to his bulge - almost cruelly close, he could feel her eager breath through his pyjamas.
Spank
"Ah!" Ingrid squeaked as Gard's palm lightly slapped her ass cheek, inadvertently causing her cheek to press into his crotch.
She felt his erection throb through the material. He was trying to slap her with his warm, meaty cock.
"Mmm, good boy," Ingrid moaned.
"Mmm, such a naughty pixie," Gardner moaned, his bulge twitching again as it eagerly tried to slap the queen's cheek.
Celine had mentioned she was going to make sure Ingrid had a day off. It would be a shame if the stern monarch couldn't enjoy her day off .