Shackled Sorceress: Winter Queen

Indulgence

As always, their private banquets were leagues more enjoyable than the public one. 

It was easy to lose themselves to one another. It was easy to forget about everything else when they fell into the sheets.

Malus was as warm as the summer sun, a constant, stoking heat that envelopes Kalliope whole. She opened herself to him, writhing and moaning under his grip, craving his touches after two long months of separation. 

Malus was ravenous, kissing and nipping and licking every inch of her body, driving her insane yet keeping her whole in his maddening lust. There was no sating him when he got like this. This hunger, this ancient drive to mate, to claim, consumed them both, and Kalliope welcomed it, finding herself lost yet wanting for more. 

Always, always more.

She bucked into him, grinding her body against his as he pinned both her wrist above her head with one hand, his other palm guiding, no, slamming her down onto his need. His pupils narrowed into slits, and his teeth sharpened to points, unable to keep his form under control in the heights of his primal urges. And Kalliope only found herself more aroused, knowing that only she could break that steel and fire wall, to bring out a side of Malus that none was ever allowed to see.

Kalliope knew how she looked like to him now. Pale expanses of skin and moon-touched silver hair, spread open and wanton on dark coloured sheets. The colour he always wore, the colour of his scale.

She looked good enough to eat. Malus would eat her whole if he could. And Kalliope would let him. 

He claimed her over and over, breaking her apart and putting her back together through the night and well into the morning. Kalliope lost count of how many times Malus had her, drifting between sleep and wakefulness, completely open for him to take, for him to use her as he pleased.

Malus filled her till she overflowed. Her body felt boneless, floating in pleasure, and she could say nothing but his name. She relished in his possessive growls, his near animalistic noises as he entered her over and over. 

Kalliope blacked out completely when dawn was upon the horizon, casting the North’s cold, pale light upon Malus’ sculpted features. His darkened gaze, full with love and lust, was the last that she saw, as she drifted off into oblivion amidst his rhythmic thrusts.

She didn’t know how long it was until she came to, nestling over Malus’ broad chest and wiped clean. Though, as she shifted around in her exhausted but sated daze, she could feel him still inside her. 

“Morning, starlight…” Malus kissed her brows, his chest rumbling contently. Kalliope sighed, nuzzling his chest.

“Is it really morning, my love?”

“No,” He chuckled, making her moan at the vibration, “it is almost night now.”

Kalliope hummed, made to rub her face, but gave up as her muscles quivered weakly. Malus tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ears, kissing the side of her head.

“Can we stay here for a few days?” Kalliope asked after a few moments of blissful silence, snuggling as close as she could into Malus’ natural heat. He chuckled again.

“I wish we could, starlight. But as much as I wish to indulge you, I do not think you will enjoy the piled up paperwork after this.”

Kalliope pinched his side, making Malus laugh and hold her closer, “Why must you bring up duty?”

“Duty before pleasure, they always say.” He hummed. Kalliope gave him a pointed look. Malus grinned, “Point taken.”

They sunk into comfortable silence for a moment, before Malus picked up the conversation again, “I see you have done much in my absence.”

Kalliope yawned, debating whether she wanted to get up or just laze around for a bit longer, “I did. I have. And I’d have you know that some of the things I had to deal with are just… unsavoury.”

“Aaaaw… light of my life, I am sorry. I shall do my absolute best to compensate for your grievances. Who must I execute?”

 Kalliope slapped his chest, making Malus laugh harder, “We still need people to actually run the Empire, you know? Besides…” she trailed off, wincing, “I don’t want you to murder my sister. Yet.”

That immediately killed Malus’ mirth, “Venus? What does she want from you?”

“Well,” Kalliope sighed, pulling herself off Malus’ member, despite his protests, “she sent me a missive a few weeks ago, asking to visit. Well… it was sent in her name, but someone else definitely wrote it. Very formal. Signature is hers, though.”

Malus pinched the bridge of his nose, “Your sister is trouble…”

Kalliope nodded, wincing as their aftermath leaked out between her legs, “She is. I don’t know what she wants. I mean… she has every right and every reason to visit her sister’s new home. But the way she sent the request puts me off.”

“And we cannot refuse,” Malus hummed, then amended himself, “well, we can, but I do not think you would like me to declare war on your sister’s husband’s kingdom yet.”

“Yet.” Kalliope mumbled, and stumbled a little when she tried to get out of bed. Malus jumped after her, and easily swept her off her feet. She sighed, leaned into his sculpted chest.

Malus brought her to their shared bath, and settled Kalliope on his lap. Letting out a pleased sigh, she adjusted herself so they could soak chest to chest. She ran a hand through his dark tresses, and they shared lazy kisses for a while as he slipped inside her once more. They were not looking to relieve their lust this time, simply indulging in being physically close to one another. Kalliope liked Malus being sheathed inside her, filling her up as they enjoyed each other’s company. Maybe later, when the need became too much, they would seek their release together, but for now, they were just content in the feeling of belonging.