The Changeling Queen

Chapter Nine

“I’m excited that you’d let me come visit you tonight,” the man says as he shuts the door behind him, his eyes still downcast.

“I’m sure you are,” I smile, sitting on the edge of my bed. I cross one leg over the other, trying to appear as elegant as possible. “Why don’t you come join me?”

He bites his lip, finally darting his eyes up to look at me before he made his way over. I’m surprised, however, when he sits down by my feet. On the floor.

“What are you doing?” I ask with a frown, tilting my head to the side as I look down at him.

He looks just as confused as I am as he looks up at me, the angle letting his curly, dark hair fall from his gorgeous face. “Ma’am, you always have me sit here. Is this not what you want?”

I hesitate, since it made sense that a Queen like Cahya would treat her personal slaves like the way he’s indicating they do. “Not today,” I say as I pat the space on the bed beside me.

He looks up at me with round eyes, like he’s in shock. After a moment, he stands up, eyeing the spot I had suggested he sit. He gingerly sits down, his head once again bowed as he side eyes me. I bite my lip, trying to calm my nerves. It’s a dream, so what’s the big deal about sleeping with him? Before I can really rationalize it to myself or talk myself out of it, he leans over, kissing my slightly exposed shoulder. I let out a soft sigh, uncrossing my legs so I can turn to face him. Once again, he seems startled, but he recovers quickly as he begins to kiss up my neck.

“Your Majesty,” he says quietly, his lips firmly placed against my skin.

“Hm?” is all I manage to say as my eyes fall closed.

“I want to please you, but you seem different tonight,” he pauses, taking his lips away from my skin. “I don’t want to displease you because I’m unsure of what you want.”

I lean against him, sliding my fingers up his chest in what I hope is a seductive way. “I want you to please me, but you’re a big boy, aren’t you? I’m sure that you can figure it out without me spelling everything out for you."

His face flushed a deep red as he looks away from me again, scratching the back of his head. "Y-yes ma'am. I'll try to figure it out, but please, I ask that you correct me if I do something you don't like."

"You ought to know by now that I'm not one to keep my mouth closed if you displease me," I say with a slight smirk, sliding the hand I had on his chest down his body, resting it on his inner thigh.

He shivers slightly as he slowly drags his eyes back over to me. They had fallen to a half lidded position, heavy with lust. He hesitates before cupping my face, pulling my face closer to me. Our lips brush together softly, and he seems a little unsure of himself. Wrapping his arm around me, he pulls me closer to him, then pulls me into his lap. I put my legs on either side of his lap, grinding myself against him, feeling his hard length through his pants already. His breathing quickens as his hand set themselves on my hips. His fingers dig into the soft skin there, as if desperate for contact. That's when he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth eagerly.

"Your Highness," he mumbles, pulling back slightly so our lips were barely brushing against each other.

"What is it?" I ask, opening my eyes a crack to look at him through my long lashes.

He nips my lip, then nuzzles my neck, sighing softly so the warm breath warms my skin. "Did you want me to be the one it come to you tonight?"

I pause, trying to consider the question. Before I can try to even begin to decide on what to say, the option boxes pop up again. One says, "Reassure him of your affection" and the other says, "Tell him his duties can be served by any". I linger my eyes over the first option, and before I know it, I'm speaking again.

"I want sure who I was expecting to show up, but I was pleasantly surprised to see you, Kane. It's been a few weeks since you have come to my bed chambers of your own volition, so I hadn't been expecting to see you. I had assumed that you had grown tired of your place as my favorite. Perhaps it took some of the fun out of it- no longer having to fight with anyone else for my favor. Seeing you tonight, having you come so eagerly, I am happy you came, and after having you here, I realize that you are, indeed, the one that my heart of hearts was wanting to come, even if I wasn't letting myself know or feel that," I say in a low voice, tilting his head up so our eyes meet. "You are my favorite, and have my favor, for a reason. I hope that the long period in between our meetings was a one off occurrence, because I had more than one night where I was wanting you instead."

His eyes are round again as he looks up at me, his lips slightly parted as if in awe of what I'm telling him.

"Do you mean that, Queen Cahya?" he asks in a barely there voice that shook when he said my name.

"I do," I say quietly, caressing his face as I brought his lips to mine once more. These option boxes are making this dream, game, whatever, world so much easier to navigate.