Chapter 3: Chapter 3 A Tussle In The Wind
A tussle of the drapes and quiet gasp from a beauty of a man. Set the scene for the master bedroom and evening breeze seeping through the crack in the balcony doors. Their pitter patter of steps towards the master bed was cue for Caspian to undress his beloved.
Clémence adjusted his hips as he was released of his corset and stripped passionately down to his undergarments. The soft breaths from the royal bodies, dancing their lips together, was the spark to a fiery exchange of caressing and squeezing one another's bodies.
"May I?" the Prince respectfully asked. His gaze unwavering with curiosity.
The princess nodded silently. Their cheeks rosy and eyes half open with naive desire. The sound of his silk panties gliding down and over the slender curve of his calves and brushing against his heels. The gentle unsheathe of his sword was far swifter than the French lad originally thought, despite watching with learning intent.
He never imagined he'd lay bear with another man until the dawn of his wedding, however, at this time he had no objections. He was happy to indulge in fornication out of wedlock with his soon-to-be husband; as long as the night's secrets stayed between them.
"Slower. It's my first time." he whispered between pants. The strokes slow, with a pleasant grip. "Uhh!" he spontaneously moaned. Caspian's eyes fluttering in inexperienced surprise.
"May I put you in my mouth?"
His words flooded his tummy with butterflies, no man, or women, had spoken such sinful words to him. If not for his palms covering his flushed face, he'd die of shame. With a hum of consent, he peeked through his fingers the sensation truly stimulating, which voiced lustful sounds of pleasure from the proclaimed princess.
Soft sucking sounds and Clémence's panting groans were the fuel to Caspians fiery motivation. The sudden parting of his legs and unsheathing of his length was a significant sight for Clémence's inexperienced eyes. His gaze glued to Caspians shaft, it's girthy length intimidating yet arousing.
"Ah. May I?"
The princess asked eager to preform the same pleasurable act on the prince, his sword meaty, practically calling their name. He was not one to preform falashio; however, his shamelessness was clear to all who bore witness to his sinful expression.
Caspian wiped his mouth and pulled Clémence into a tender kiss. Embracing his slim but feminine frame as he turned onto his back and pulled him in with his legs. The soft hum from the Prince's acceptance of the offer of oral sex from the princess.
"Be kind, I'm new to this." he confessed. His naivety cute according to the prince of Britannia.
He closed his eyes. He wished not to pressure him nor stare directly at him. It symbolized superiority in his mind, something he disliked due to his father's dictator-like treatment towards him since birth. However, he enjoyed feeling Clémence gaze while gratifying him. It stirred up feelings of excitement and curiosity inside him; self discovering coming in all forms this very eve.
The feminine male arched his back slightly as his head levelled with Caspian's shaft. The pre-ejaculate taste unfamiliar but not unpleasant. Sucking and feeling his cheeks dent at the side; there was a euphoric moan from Caspian, his head tilted into the mattress and Clémence tongue pressed against his tip.
"Haa. Your mouth is warm!" he groaned. His breathing heavier than before.
"Mhmm." he hummed in response. The vibrations sending tingles down the Prince's spine.
The learning sir swallowed three inches of the Prince's shaft, the newbie male trying his best to suck without teeth. A task Clémence found incredibly stressful, probably the reason he thoughtlessly swallowed the entirety of his meat and simultaneously gagged against him.
"Nnmph, Clem!" Caspian moaned. The nickname suspiring for both the prince and princess. Their cheeks sprinkled in a peachy pink glow.
The princess hid their nerves by picking up speed and letting their hair hang by their cheeks. A magical performance, Caspian struggled to endure as he gripped the headboard and curled his toes. His stomach rapidly rising and falling. Reaching the peak of his stimulating high, he caressed Clémence cheeks and relaxed into the luxurious bed.
"Mm." turning away from the bed. Clémence spit in the bedside basin, his stomach abruptly kissed before his sword was taken inside the prince's throat. "Aghh… haa." his head curved over the edge of the mattress. His eyes rolling as he was blown mercifully.
The sound of steps approaching the prince's quarters, causing Clemence to pant and involuntarily squirm. His heart in his stomach with fear of being found out by the guard and insufferable king.
"Uhh, wait? Someone's coming." he arched and thrusted his hips. A warm, juicy load hitting Caspian's throat, which he swallowed with ease.
"Magnifique." he kisses his lips. Embracing him tenderly as he covered them with Rennes linen and lay the red-cheeked future queen on his side. "Pretend to be asleep." he whispers. The chamber doors opening a few minutes later.
Lord Lance entered with two knights by his side, they were his father's personal chamber knights. He promptly clothed himself and followed Sir Baron through the castle, the news being feed to him as they neared the King's quarters.
"Your father has fallen ill, I fear he may get worse before he gets better." Lord Lance spoke without pause.
"When did he call for you? Has he felt ill for long?" he questioned Lance. Suspicious of the amount of time from the feast to when, he and Clemence returned to their quarters.
"The servants found him in the bathroom. His eyes puffy and colour drawn from his face." he opened the door to the King's quarters. "Your Grace, Prince Caspian is here." he stood a safe distance from the king's bed.
"Goodness, gregarious, I ordered you not to bring him here." he huffed. Even in sickness, he was a stubborn, miserable bastard.
"Father, you've come down with the flu. Why can't you be reasonable for once!" he asked rhetorically.
"Your Highness, we suspect foul play. We have no evidence at this time; however, a maid reported a suspicious man leaving the kitchen during the evening feast! We have reason to believe he may be involved." Lance sounded sophisticated but concerned.
"Has the physician tested for poison?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
"And, did he come up with a diagnosis?" the Prince demanded.
"They are currently working on the prognosis, you'll be first to-"
"An hour! That is the amount of time it took you and your men to call for me and the physician isn't ready." he scolded them. "Get on with your goddamn duties and find out if my father has been poisoned, now!" he commanded.
The room became empty in a matter of seconds and the chamber doors swung closed then spontaneously slid open.
"What now?" he sighed. Turning on the spot and seeing Clem's face.
"Apologies, I wanted to see if everything was alright." he turned to leave but was called back by the Prince.
His voice calmer than before the guards and Lord Lance, a thorn in his side. He caressed Clémence's face and smiled as he brushed his hair behind his ear.
"Dear god, take your leave. I'd rather be alone than see you happy." the king commented. Turning in his bed, making his opinion on the pair very apparent.
"When your days come to an end, you'll wish you brought us closer before departing this world. Get well, father." he guided Clémence out of the room. Their bodies closer to one another as they walked the stone halls.
The princess ogled the chandlers with a faint smile. Her eyes reflecting the candlelight and feet lightly tapping the slabbed floor. It was cold, but his body was still hot from the intimate exchange earlier. A peaceful chill after his first night of sinful activities shared with a passionate, attentive man.
He originally imagined intimacy with the prince would've been awkward for the last thirty seconds. To his delight, Caspian was curious and accepting. Two amazing qualities any person wants in a lover.
Clemence didn't consider Caspian his lover just yet however, it felt right to address him as such when thinking about romantic gestures and sexual experiences. When they were wed, it would be rude to address him as anything other than his significant other.
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