The Changeling Queen

Chapter Twelve

After I shut the door behind Claudius, I walk back over to my bed. When I pull back the canopy, I see Kane, completely nude, waiting eagerly for me. "Hello there," I say as I bite my lip, looking down at his large, throbbing member.

"Hello ma'am," he says as he looks up at me, half propped up on his forearms.

I slide onto the bed, straddling him as I settle myself on him, grinding on him with my underwear still on. He moans softly, falling back on the bed. I lean down to kiss him, teasingly lifting myself and settling back down on him. My panties are soaking wet already, and I can't help myself as I eagerly use one hand to strip them off. I settle myself on him, feeling his long, thick length slide inside of me. He squeezes his eyes shut, holding my hips to help guide me up and down as I slide myself up and down on him eagerly. I begin going faster, slamming myself down on him repeated. I feel him throb inside of me as he gets closer to his finish.

"Queen Cahya," he groans, bucking his hips up repeatedly to push deeper inside of me.

"Ah ah," I tease as I slide off of him.

"No, please, don't stop," he whimpers, bucking his hips up into open air as I crouch over him so he can't push into me again.

I tease him off and on for a little while before he finally finishes, though I get him to with my hand because I didn't want him to finish inside of me. He goes to clean himself off after I clean my hands. By the time he gets back, I'm already falling asleep, so he just crawls into the bed beside me, spooning me from behind, still nude, as I finally drift off.

***

"Your Majesty, it's morning," Kane says into my ear, his strong arms still wrapped around me.

"I don't want to get up," I sigh, more frusterated than anything that I'm still in this world. At this point, I think I must be in a coma because there's no way that a regular dream would last this long. That means I'll have to live in this world for God knows how long, especially since I have no idea if anyone will even find me in my apartment.

"I know, ma'am, but you do have to get ready for the day since you said that you were going to handle the changing of your consort contracts," he says as he finally unwraps his arms from around me, which leaves me unusually cold.

I sigh again as I finally push myself up, dreading the idea of actully having to do all of that, even if I thought that it was what was for the best for the people in this dream world. When I look over at Kane, I see that he's still laying down, though he is looking up at me with a look of wonder and curosity.

"What is it?" I ask with a slight frown.

He looks away, clearly embarresed. "You were just... very kind last night, is all."

"What do you mean?" I ask as I stretch, now not looking at him.

"Well, there was no chains, or hitting," he says quietly, cringing slightly like he's remembering something painful.

I swallow the lump that had formed in my throat. What am I supposed to say to that? What wouldn't make alarm bells go off instantly for someone who clearly knew the Queen so well? "Maybe I just wanted to try something different," I say with what I hope comes off as a casual smile.

He looks at me intensely, frowning slightly. A crease forms between his eyebrows as he draws them together while he contiunes to look up at me. "I'm sorry to question you, ma'am, but why?"

I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to rack my brain again to think of something even halfway believable. During one of my auto talks, I mentioned a Goddess. Remembering that gave me an idea. "If I tell you, then I expect that it will stay between us, yes?"

"Of course," he nods hurriedly, now pushing himself up as he stared into my eyes, how eager he is to hear what I have to say evident on his face. "Yes ma'am. You know that you can trust me."

I lean in to him, cupping his face, which made him lean into my hand. "I found religion again," I say quietly, trying to keep a soft look on my face.

He looks confused, but intrigued. "You... found religion, Your Highness?"

I nod as I press my forehead to his. "I did, and I realized that the way that I have lived my life is not in the Goddess' image. The way that I treat others around me, the way that I treat myself, is not the way that I ought to be living to honor Her."

Kane pulls away, pulling my hand away from his hand so he can hold it in his lap. "Is that the real reason you were happy that I came to you last night?" he asks quietly, and I'm surprised to see tears forming in his eyes.

"What do you mean? I told you why I was happy to have you here," I say as I place my other hand over his.

"You wanted to make sure that the priestess' son stayed, right?" he asks, the tears now rolling down his face as he bows his head, that dark, curly hair hiding it from me again.

"Kane, I-," I start, but he cuts me off.

"I love you, Queen Cahya, but if you're just using me to help gain the favor of the Goddess, it won't work," he cries, pulling my hands to his chest. "My mother is the one who was blessed, not me. If you've been keeping me around all this time just because you want to try to gain Her blessing, or Her favor, then I want to have my contract changed. I can work in the sanctuary. I'll do good work there."

"Kane, Kane please. Calm down," I say softly as I take my hands back, using one hand to tilt his head up so he's looking at me. "That wasn't what I meant, and I'm so sorry that that's how you took it. All I meant was that I want to try to be a kinder person, and I think that that starts with small things."

He sniffles, wiping away the tears from his face. "Really?" he asks quietly, his eyes wide.

"Yes," I assure him, feeling my heart melt. I already feel like I'm falling for him. Would it be so bad to have a pretend relationship until I woke up? "However, if you want to transfer, or go somewhere else, or do something else, I won't blame you, and I'll do it happily. You deserve to be happy, and I want that for you."

He pulls away from my hand so he can chew on his thumb nail, clearly trying to think about it. "I... I think that I need some time."

I nod, though I feel my stomach clench. How did trying to use religion to explain why "I" was acting like a better person make things go sideways so quickly?

"Of course," I force a smile that I hope looks geniune. "Take all the time you need. I'll sign your papers, if you decide you want me to, whenever you're ready, okay?"

He smiles at me, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. "Thank you, Your Highness. I appericate your concern and the love you've shown me."

I wonder how badly the real Queen has treated such a clearly sweet, vunerable young man. "You're more than welcome, sweet Kane."