The Future King and the Commander's Daughter

Practically Official Pt. 3

She ignored me asking, “Nostrum off tempus per? (Is our off period over).” I answered, “Tu scis quod super secundum, ambulabam in cubiculum illum et vidi te. Etiam ut semper erat (You know it was over the second I walked into that room and saw you. It was always going to be).” She conceded, “Solet quomodo res (That is usually how we do things).” I scoffed, “Semper est, quam nos res. Non me ab oculo volvens modo fecisti (It is always how we do things. You aren't going to distract me from the eye rolling you just did).”

She shrugged and I pressed my lips into hers devouring them. The whole of the beach that had gone quiet during our discussion cheered as other emotions took over. I didn’t care about them though. I pulled back, “Pulchra te respicere (You look beautiful).” She retorted, “Incipiam cogitare non iens ut animadverto ( I was beginning to think you weren’t going to notice). I gripped her waist roughly, “Visne iustus esse in tribulatione, annon tu isto sono? Animadverto omnia de te semper, stella mea (You just want to be in trouble don’t you with that tone? I notice everything about you always, my star).

My lips were back on hers. I ripped her dress apart and pulled away from her she frowned saying, “Bjourn..” it was as far as she got before I sat down on a beach chair and had her across my lap spanking her. I ordered, “Count.” She smugly replied, “One.” My woman loved being spanked. We’d long since has safe words. I spanked her twenty times while playing with her c**t, not letting her come.

She pleaded, “Bjourn, please.” I replied, “You were the one who was naked under your dress. Your c**t begged me to play with it.” She shot back, “The dress called for no undergarments and you would’ve ripped them off if I had.” I couldn’t deny that so I replied, “How true.”

I stood back up with her and bent her over a table and spanked her again before slamming inside her. I groaned, “God I missed you.” She replied, “I missed you more. No one makes me feel the way you do.” I agreed, “No one makes me feel the way you do either.” The primal beast in me felt unleashed and unhinged. My blood pounded through my veins and I wanted to beat my chest letting everyone know only I could please my woman best. Only she could give me the best pleasure I’d ever experienced. Only Stella mea (my Star) could make this side of me come to life.

I gripped her hips and slammed back into her. I set a punishing pace as echoes of pleasure sounded all around us. I trapped her hair and pulled her up off the table pulling her flushed against me. I used my other hand, not in her hair, to play with her n*****s. I told her, “You have the most perfect breasts.” She snorted, “That can’t be true. Plenty of woman have bigger boobs.”

I bit her neck hard and she came. I put my hand on her neck turning it so I was whispering in her ear, “I didn’t say you had the biggest. I said you had the most perfect breast. They fit perfectly into my hands because you are mine. Everything about my body and yours were made for each other. If I ever see you with him on an off period and he has his hands on you again I’ll rip him to pieces and f**k you with his blood on me.”

I slammed back into her, gripping her neck the way she liked and she gushed all over me. She replied, “That’s very dramatic. I wasn’t with him on our off period in the way you mean, I know how you feel about him. He was simply my last minute date to the ball. He’s my friend. That’s all.”

I slid my other hand to her c**t as I kept thrusting. I grunted out, “He wants you and always has. He’s not worthy to be your friend or wipe dirt off of your shoes. You can also call it dramatic but you just squirted all over my d**k at the thought.” I didn’t let her reply, making her come right then.

When she recovered I flipped her around and put my mouth on hers swallowing her words. We were getting sand in places sand should not be but I didn’t give a damn. It seemed like the entire capitol was in on our orgie but I wasn’t looking around to see if that thought was accurate. I was pumping months of missing my woman and seeing that bastards hands on her into f*****g her with wild abandon.

The lust in my connections wasn’t helping either. My younger brothers were sleeping but the rest of them, who were men, were out here with my parents. My uncles, cousins, and grandparents' lust was feeding me as well; it was all that strong. We spent hours outside before I took her inside. Where we never got far because we got caught up in orgie we started again.

I knew when midnight hit because the pull to Astrid intensified. I couldn’t imagine it being stronger when she turned sixteen because at this moment it was so intense. I yelled out a deep guttural sound of triumph. All my bonds hummed, accepting my feelings, and sending me happiness knowing Astrid was mine. My teeth itched to elongate and bury them in her neck. I couldn’t until she was sixteen though.

As a Hackura, our teeth were a line of defense for us few outside of our realm knew of. They could go into needle-like points. It’s how we marked our mates, but in dire straits in any situation we would be taught to go for the throat. Dawson’s thing was actually ripping people’s throats out with his teeth. He jokes he was meant to be among the werewolves. He’s one of us though, through and through; his heart beats Hackura.

I flipped Astrid onto all fours and beat my chest with one arm as I slammed into her over and over. Her moans were music to my ears and blood. Every fiber of my being was demanding that I make sure my mate knew she was mine. I yelled my release with her name on my lips, ”ASTRID!”

The orgie didn’t stop until the afternoon of the next day. I carried a spent Astrid to our wing. I filled the tub then got us both in. She told me, “You’ve kind of blown apart some of my birthday plans I made for you.” I assured her, “We will grab three hours of sleep and do whatever you planned this evening. Your note said I could change the plans if I was with you. Besides, I will do whatever you want to do for the rest of our lives.” She stilled.

I chuckled, “You knew it was true, Stella mea (my Star). You have always been mine. Last night the pull to you was there and I practically forced myself not to mark you. It was confirmation of what we’ve always known. You belong to me and I belong to you. It’s always been true and I always knew it would be.”

She whispered, “That’s what happened with you at midnight?” I teased, “You knew it was.” She snuggled into me, “Speravi et somniavi per singulas noctes vitae meae quod nos ludi finem essemus. Tu est mundus meus (I have hoped and dreamed every night of my life that we were end game. You are my world).” I rubbed her hip and helped her out of the tub.

I dried her off and carried her to bed. I pulled her close, “Elitr viderer suscipiantur te mei. Quod superest dubium. (I thought over the years you accepted that you were mine. That the doubt left).” She answered, “Hoc fecit. Mendacium essem si dicerem momenta quaedam in quibus illae cogitationes subrepsit quae si erravissemus. (It did. I'd be lying if I said there weren't some moments where those thoughts creeped in of what if we were wrong).”

This is why I hated not having a bond with her. I would’ve known when those times of doubts hit her and I could’ve erased them from her mind. I could’ve pushed them away. She turned in my arms and gently rubbed my cheek, “Quo propius ad natalem tuum pervenit eo plures commentationes ad me venerunt (The closer it got to your birthday the more comments came at me).” Fury hit me because I hated that for her.

She continued, “Commentaria tractare possum. Mater tua meque admonuit ut venirent. Risi maxime, nec mihi amplius (I can handle the comments. Your mother and mine warned me they were coming. I laughed most off, and most don't get to me anymore).” I did not care for the word most. It irked me.

She wasn’t done though, “Neminem praeter te puto ferat ambiguum et aliquando subrepat metus. Mulier fiducialis sum, sed semper timor meus erat ut te amitterem. Ut amitteremus hoc et futurum somniavi nobis in ore meo cinerem futurum (I think anyone, besides, you, would let doubt and fear creep in on occasion. I am a confident woman, but it was always a fear of mine that I would lose you. That we would lose this and the future we dreamed for us would turn to ash in my mouth).”

I practically growled, “Nunquam id accidat tibi. Omnia nos vidimus (I would never let that happen to you. We will have everything we dreamed of).” She agreed, “Nolo te scio. Dubia ista et dies pauca et longe interposita erant. Plerique dies sciebam us esse. Interdum strepitus circa nostram necessitudinem fit magna interdum. Semper pugno istum sonum, quem ad modum tu, aliquando cogitatio iniussa quid si obrepat. Nunc non sunt. (I know you wouldn't. Those doubts and days were few and far between. Most days I knew it was us. Sometimes the noise around our relationship gets loud sometimes. I always fight that noise as you do, but sometimes a thought would creep in unbidden of what if. Now those don't exist).”

I told her, “I know it gets loud around us. I know people squawk at you because they are jealous of what we have. Because I never seek an off period in this realm.” She interrupted, “Which I love you even more for, but that’s not why. I mean it doesn’t help but they want to be with you.”

I argued, “The only that know the real me are few and far between. They want the title that comes with my name. They do not see the man beneath the skin that you always have even when I was a mere boy. You never treated me differently than you treat anyone else, and you never saw the gift that was to me. To this whole family. You spoiled us from the beginning and showed my brothers what the true face of someone who cares about us, not for our name, our money, or our titles; just us.”

She teared up and I wiped the ones that fell. I said, “You are the future Queen of this realm and they all know it. They may be jealous, they may want to doubt, but those outside and in these walls know that those words are true. I hate that their whispers got to you even if they were few and far between. I hate that we didn't have a bond for me to know that. I hate that I can’t take away how loud the noise is surrounding my life because that’s what it is.”

She interrupted, “I don’t care about the noise. I don’t care if they want to talk. My only fear was ever losing you. Now, it’s practically official.” I scoffed, “There is nothing practically about it.” She replied, “To everyone else outside our families it will be until I am sixteen and it’s confirmed and we are marked.” I kissed her and pulled back, “f**k them. We are forever. You are mine and you will always be mine. I am yours and I will always be. I will block out all the noise I can for you.” She teased, “Well, then we will be very busy because I will block out what I can for you as well. We are a team.”

I caressed her face. She admitted, “I love that you don’t take off period full blooded Hackura partners.” I smirked, replying, “I know that you do.” She offered, “You don’t have to do that you know. I’ve had full blooded Hackura men and women on off periods.” I answered, “I know that too and so long as their name isn’t Rhett I don’t give a damn.” Astrid started laughing hysterically. She waved a hand in front of her face, “You did not just quote that movie because of his name!” I was confused. I asked, “What movie?” That dissolved her into a fit of giggles and she grabbed her phone and called Kashe. She jumped up the bed to go talk to her.

Dawson called me and I answered. He groaned, “DUDDDEEE! We were about to go to sleep. Now I can hear them squealing in the hallway outside our room here.” I asked, “You didn’t make it home?” He scoffed, “It was so far away and opening a portal sounded like a lot of hard work. You just kept sending the realm into a lust filled state with your claim staking yells and practical war cries. I blame you for all of that and also thank you because damn was that one hell of a night. It’s a personal record for me making my mate come and continuing to have orgasms myself. Keep that in mind as I say, what the f**k did you do that has them cackling like hyenas?”

Before I could answer he added, “And please make it stop so we can sleep for a few hours so that we can join the timeline of your birthday festivities your woman and mine set up. That I know exists but have not heard because I was not in this realm, which I also thank you for because last year nearly drove me to madness before your birthday with the revisions of the timeline and the plans. God, that was awful.”

I admitted, “I don’t know what I said. Something I said reminded her a movie line I guess.” He asked, “What did you say?” I answered, “We were talking about off periods and our preferences. I just said I didn’t give a damn who she f****d as long as their name wasn’t Rhett. Or something like that.”

He admitted, “I do not know why that is so funny. I’m sure I’ll find out, but I cannot think of a single reason any of those words were surprising or the reason I am not getting my three hours of sleep.” It was all we needed to function. We could sleep more, but we didn’t need to. We were fully refreshed after three. I agreed, “I’m right there with you.”

Astrid came back into the room still laughing but the second she hit the pillow she was out. I grumbled, “I guess I will wait to hear why that was so funny.” I pulled her against me and closed my eyes, content that this next step was done and only one more remained until she officially mine with my mark on her neck; her sixteenth birthday.

Bjourn used to find fairies interesting. Drastic difference from the Bjourn we know now. He also has a better blueprint for the Ring and has some very valid thoughts about them. He will later berate himself for not trusting his instincts here. Which we all know isn't his fault, but he will remember this conversation and beat himself up for this moment for years to come. Do you think Lisha took Bjourn's advice? The ball was something. He didn't end up getting to dance but they sure made the event one for the realm to talk about for decades to come. Two couples are close to being offical mates and marked. On Astrid's side we might see more :) Maybe some marked we shall see. Who is surprised Bjourn hasn't seen gone with the wind? Anyone? LOL What do you think Astrid planned for his birthday? How will we see them celebrate on her side?