The Broken Throne

Her next orgasm was not as intense as her first one, though it was still strong as it squeezed around his member. She moaned softly as she reveled in the feeling of pleasure in her groin, eyes half open as she tried to gather her mind a bit. Her hips gave a shudder as he pulled his finger and member from her body, a small gasp following as she felt onto the table with all of her weight. His touch was nice, the gentlest he had been with her all that night. Still, her body was dripping with sweat now, thoroughly heated up from their mingling.

She let out a whine as he picked her up, trying to make her stand up. Key word being try. Her legs were weak from his actions, to the point where she needed to lean into him as he picked her up. Blushing as he looked at her so devilishly, she let him pull her along and stumble towards the bath and slip into the welcoming waters. She also gave a small sigh as the warm water took hold on her body. With the storm now pouring out over the kingdom, it was almost like a light lullaby. Quiet as he moved her, she blinked a bit as he moved her body into his lap.

It was obvious what he wanted now. He wanted her to be on top, to take this moment and do the work. She looked into his eyes as he spoke to her, the offer very tempting. He had been leading everything so far, to have a chance to lead would be nice, but also very nerve wracking. It would be her first time leading anyone in such actions and she wasn't so certain she could be as pushy as he was. As he pulled her closer, she gave a small shiver and a moan. Her nipple hardened quite easily under his touch and she found herself leaning into him more, her forehead pressing against his as her eyes hovered open from the kiss.

For a moment she did nothing, just hovering over his still hardened member. She shifted a bit though, her hands moving from her sides and gripping at the water to rest upon his strong shoulders. Her hips shifted, lowering slightly as she lined up for the inevitable. Slowly and gently, she took him in, her hips taking there time in pressing all the way up again his. Weakly she moaned into the kiss, shivering at the touch and feel of him inside of her. It was enough to make her shiver. Pausing again, she adjusted, the idea of doing this all in the water making her uncertain about moving.

She did start though, and her hips took a slow by steady pace in rocking, the water starting to splash a bit as she moved against him. Face flushed and eyes closed, she leaned in more to deepen the kiss as much as possible.
 
Vladimir hissed out pleasantly as she sat down on his member. The water was soothing for his body and with the beauty on his lap, this could very well be a paradise. Both hands held onto her hips to help her stay stable. At times, Vlad would even rise his hips to bury deeper inside her.

The adviser could have sworn he felt sparks in their kiss. Having her ride him like this was absolute bliss. It made everything else they were doing all the more enjoyable, from the massaging of the water to the feel of their skins touching. Vlad relished the sensations as best as he could. It had him excited for days to come when they'd fuck again. She was so much better than the rest of the women he was ever with.

After breaking their kiss, his head lowered to her chest. Vlad took one of her breasts into his mouth, his tongue flicking about over the sensitive peak. They tasted wonderful, especially with the water droplets he found on her skin. A hand went to her other breast, pleasuring that one just as well while his other arm wrapped around her waist to keep her from possibly falling backwards. There were times when he was so thoughtful.

Then, Vladimir paused the actions of his lips. Ever so slightly, he backed his face away so he could exhale a breath of air over her breast. With it being wet with water and saliva, it would surely send shivers through her.
 
The moment his lips were no longer on her own, she moaned out in pleasure. It was amazing really, the feeling that her own movements were pleasuring her was both strange but also wonderful. Panting a bit she shivered as he played her breasts, her body leaning back into his supporting arm a bit as it allowed her to work at an new and more pleasurable angle. Shivering in his hold she leaned forward again as he pulled away from her, a whimper slipping out as he blew his breath out over her sensitive nipples.

"Ah~ Vladimir...it feels, do good..." She admitted weakly as her hips picked up the pace.

She was close one again, working a bit more eagerly to feel that wonderful release she had already experienced two times this evening. Her hands gripped tightly to his shoulders as her muscles squeezed along his member with each extra push he made to hit her even more deeply. Eyes closed and moaning loudly, she was all over him, her hands gripping to him as if he was the only thing keeping her stable.

Though she had wanted the pleasure to last longer than last time, it was pointless, she was too weak to the feelings and sensations that this act sent though her thin body. Shuddering and moaning loudly, her muscles gave another fierce squeeze as she came along his member, her juices mixing a bit into the water as she shivered on his groin.
 
Vladimir was completely lost in the haze of emotion and ecstasy. The motions of his lips went to a complete halt and his head tilted back, his eyes barely even open as she proceeded to fuck him. The hold around her body was kept steady, but the rest of him felt like jelly. It felt as if he were softening and then melting right into the water.

With his jaw clenched, he did his best to swallow the loud moans threatening to erupt. Vlad wasn't one to be so vocal. A few managed to shakily escape his lips, making small echoes throughout the room. No woman had even made him feel so good before, despite the fact she was unpracticed. With time, she'd be professional at it. This, he knew. The queen was capable of much if she tried.

Every sound and sight became a blur for him, then. A deep, throaty noise sounded from his voice as he reached the peak of his climax. His hips rose, going deeper inside her to release. His body trembled underneath her and his muscles slacked. Now, he was much too relaxed to do much of anything. In just a few moments, he'd recover just fine. Until then, he let himself fall victim to the grip of orgasm. This was by far the greatest experience he ever had!

"Oh, Matilda," he mumbled, slowly becoming aware that they came at the same time. It did not take her long to unleash another one, he realized. Somewhere in his foggy thinking, he was both amused and prided by that.
 
Matilda only gave a weak shudder as he pushed up into her and came as well, filling her up as her own muscles squeezed in their own passionate orgasm. It was almost too good to be real. Resting her head upon his shoulder, she panted loudly for air, eyes closed while she focused on gathering herself up again. Three orgasms could take quite a lot out of a young woman, even more so when she was thin and frail. There was no regret though, far from it in fact. She love every moment of it, from beginning to end.

If there was something to regret, it was not being able to last longer than she had.

Cuddling a bit closer, she let out a tired sigh as her arms wrapped around his neck, mostly using him now as a human stuffed animal. Something to hold as she dozed off in the warmth of the water. That wasn't the bed idea probably but it was certainly comfortable. She didn't fall completely asleep, instead only resting her eyes for a long while before pulling back from him a bit so she could lift her hips away.

As he slipped out she gave a small shudder, moving her body so she floated in the water with her legs stretched out over him. Holding onto him still she just used him as a sort of dock, so she would not float away from him. Her half open eyes took in his face quietly for a moment, her lips parted only to let her breath lightly.

"I was right...you do look happier now." She said lightly as she looked at his expression.

It seemed the Queen was a bit more sneaky that Vladimir originally thought.
 
Vladimir was silently enjoying the sensations of post orgasm with Matilda. They sat in the water holding one another with their eyes closed, but their minds alert. Having this relaxing moment after vigorous sex was absolute bliss. Not a single thing was on his mind, which he loved. Work had been an enemy of his lately. To make things better, the queen was right there in his lap. Vlad felt like the luckiest man in the country.

"I was right...you do look happier now."

Those words made him open one eye and think for a moment. Matilda must have been suspicious of his behaviour lately, so she must have become aware to some length what he was suffering. He should have known that he couldn't hide everything. They were in this partnership of queen and adviser for a long time now.

He held onto her for a moment longer before adjusting them so that she sat up on his lap without leaning on him. Vlad would have liked to stay there with her and then spend the evening with her in their own special way. They had to attend dinner, though. Being late would hurt the royal family traditions and upset the cooks. Vlad and Matilda could do nothing more until after supper.

"Why don't you get cleaned up while we're here, then you can get ready for your special meals. I'll do the same and then meet you there," he told her, that professionalism returning to his voice. Before going to scrub his skin and such, he planted a single kiss on her forehead with no words.
 
Sitting in his lap, Matilda still held onto him lightly and looked up at him. It seemed that they had taken too much time with their private moment and where now pushing it slightly. They couldn't be late to dinner after all, that would just look bad on them, both manner wise and appearance wise. A blush coated her cheeks though as he kissed her forehead lightly, her eyes closing for a small moment before he pulled back.

"Alright then..." She said softly.

Slipping out of his lap, she dipped her head under the water and started to wash up, trying to clean up quickly so she would not be late to dinner. She did not like to upset anyway, especially those who were cooking her dinner for her. She gathered up some soap and started to wash her long hair. Working fast, her hair was washed in no time at all. She also gave her skin a good washing as well before just soaking for a moment.

After a good soak she stepped out of the tub slowly, gimping ever so slightly. Having three orgasms could take a bit out of one's hips. She headed over to her vanity and gathered a towel, drying off slowly before taking a seat and cleaning her face up a bit.
 
Vladimir hastily cleaned himself up in the pool of water, scrubbing vigorously at his skin to get out any filth acquired from today. At the least, he'd smell presentable and have shiny hair. Once he approved of his cleanliness, he dried himself off with the linens and walked out of her bath chamber to dress himself.

While he put on his clothes with one hand while drying his hair with the other, he was in thought. Vlad wanted to see her again. He wanted to see her like two ordinary people, instead of a queen and her subject. Would she allow it, though? Would she invite him? He did not know.

Shaking off his thoughts, he straightened himself up and said aloud to her: "I will meet you there." Although he assured her of that earlier, he felt like he'd do it again. For himself, too.

With that said and done, he wandered back to his own private part of the castle to put finishing touches on his appearance. He tied his hair back after drying it some more, adjusted his clothes, collected some belongings for his pockets... Vladimir stared at himself in front of the mirror and sighed. There were so many emotions at war within him.

Tucking all of that way for later, he left his room to join Matilda at the dining table. There were many animals to choose from to feast on, soups, cooked vegetables, shiny apples, pies... Vladimir was looking forward to this meal. Perhaps, over the meal, they could discuss the ballroom dance celebrating victory.

Duty called.
 
"Alright, I shall be there shortly." She called, having paused in her drying at her vanity.

She looked back to herself in the mirror and found herself getting a little lonely without him near, even if he was only just in the other room. The feeling only increased when he left and she found herself wondering why. In truth, it was because Vlad was her only contact since the attack that had killed the king. Once she had been invited to tea parties and spoke often with the king. Now though...She was working all the time, all alone. She didn't even have time to write letters to her mother anymore, a real shame since she now lived with Matilda's aunt and her children.

She didn't think on it long though before she got back to her cleaning up. Putting on light make up since it was dinner, she dressed in simple cotton dress. Over it she wore a long sleeved and elegant robe, her hair being simply braided since she would just be returning to her own chambers after her meal. Once she was ready, she headed out of her room slowly and headed into the dinning hall.

It was filled with wonderful foods and smells. Dinner was going to be absolutely delicious, she was certain. Entering the hall alone, she was greeted by quite the feast. Even though she was eating more, she was not certain she could eat all that was made for her. Hopefully Vladimir would have plenty as well. She certainly wouldn't want to waste any of the food.
 
While he ate his meal with the queen and the other privileged members of the caste, Vlad observed something... There wasn't any family here. Matilda just had herself here. Despite the fact her family wasn't natural born royalty, he always assumed she'd invite them over for good suppers like this one. It was very odd to see such a large table and banquet with no parents or husband.

He supposed, when she chose her King things would change.

To keep the place lively, he would bring up questions about the war celebration. Nothing serious, really. Any of those professional questions would have to happen when he could take notes. It was just good to get some of the talking out of the way.

Though, no matter how much they talked, his mind was fighting to distract him. There was much else troubling him that was unrelated to work and war. It made Vlad wonder if he needed a vacation, if even just for a day. All he knew was he had stress. Coping with these new feelings was difficult for a man who wasn't familiar with them. Vladimir knew nothing about love.

The struggle to stay focused was frustrating him. He chewed his food more intensely, but no one noticed. He sat alone at one end of the table much too far to be seen. Now, he just wanted something to take his aggression out on. A rock, or a person, or even a fragile dinner dish he could punch.
 
Dinner was quiet though also very fatty and delicious. There was much chattering around Matilda and she spoke a little more with the other people of the castle who were considered lucky enough to eat with her, or at least that was what she had been told. Honestly, having any company at all was a welcome sight. However, though the conversations with these people were nice, they were not who she wanted to talk with. She wished to speak with Vladimir really, to talk about plans and celebrations and...other things.

Oh how she wished her mother could stay with her, but the woman always claimed that she didn't belong in the lushness of the castle. No matter how much Matilda begged her to join her. The rest of her family was much the same, though they did say they would come for holidays if she ever invited them to come and celebrate. And if there was ever a time to celebrate it would be then, sadly it would take them days to travel to the castle so she did not sent out a calling card, what would be the point if the celebrating would be done by the time they arrived?

Vladimir wasn't speaking much either, only bringing up celebration ideas which would explode into loud conversation amongst the others. She wished he had sat closer, at least then she could actually comment on his ideas. It was hopeless though, so she only put fuel into the fire so to say and added bits to keep the loud talking going, if only to mask her own displeasure with the seating arrangement and the fact that she herself really didn't have much to say to begin with.

Though, when dinner was done and she herself terribly full, she excused herself for the evening, that leaving a hint for the other diners to do the same and pardon themselves as well. Though, as she watched the others slip away, some bowing and others even getting onto one knee and kissing her hand if they were male, she requested that a few more sweets from dinner be sent to her room for her to enjoy...this evening she seemed to have a much larger appetite than usual.

Maybe the moments before dinner had something to do with it?
 
Vladimir dabbed his lips with a cloth napkin before he asked for his dishes to be taken from him. Like the rest, he had a filled belly. The food was delightful for all of his senses and it comforted his remaining amounts of stress. He found it a lame issue to have even after vigorous sessions of sex. Everything on his mind fought for dominance, it seemed. He would have to work on that. Vlad wasn't well versed on emotions and solutions to their problems.

When the remaining bodies of the dining hall were himself, Matilda and the servants who were cleaning the table, Vladimir walked to Matilda with his hands behind his back. Like always, he strode with that haughty confidence. Now more than usual, it was a mask. He wanted this day to be over.

"Might you need me for anything this evening?" he asked her, joining his hands together in the sleeves of his robes.

Outside, the storm still disturbed the peace of the land. The plants were being watered more than necessary, the winds pushed tress in one direction, thunder roared and lightning lit up the sky. For a moment, hearing a clap of the thunder, he shut his eyes. The noises were oddly soothing to him. Most likely because they didn't have a rainfall like this in a while.
 
Matilda smiled at Vladimir a bit as he approached her, her own hands folding in front of herself as she shook her head a bit at his offer. Though she would have liked to spend some time with Vladimir and talk about the celebration ball, she knew that he would be tired from all that had happened, both in and out of the public's view. However, before she could speak, a clap of thunder took her by surprise and made her squeak loudly.

"Ah, I shall be fine...It has been a long day so we both should get some rest." She said with a small blush, trying to just continue on from her small outburst.

She had slightly forgotten about the storm. Now storms usually didn't bother her...until they got loud. It was mostly just the thunder that bothered her, it constantly just coming out of nowhere. She didn't want to bother Vlad with her jumpiness though, he probably wanted to rest and relax after such a filling meal.
 
Matilda's response didn't send him away. Prior to it, she made a yelp at the clap of thunder. That was a dead giveaway that she had a phobia of it, or was at least not a fan of loud noises. That had him wondering if she'd sleep at all with all the booming and howling of the storm outside of her window.

"You will be able to rest with the sounds that frighten you?" he asked, shaking his head. Sometimes, this castle could be creaky. She was a sturdy, but aging home. Quite a few sections needed repairs to stop leaks, and to stop birds from flying into certain sections...

Like he often did, Vlad escorted her towards her bedroom with his arm offered to her. Unlike her, he was excited by the storm. It wasn't completely clear, however there was a sparkle in his eyes and he had a quicker pulse. It would not take much to tempt him into another session with the queen. Part of him even wished to be outside with the threatening mood of nature.

Something about the weather made him feel able to unwind, too. Plus, with the few glasses of alcohol he had with dinner, he was already feeling the urge to do many things, which included talking. Drinking was not a healthy way of coping with stress, but he couldn't help it.

"If I may, could I have a word or two with you, your majesty?" he asked, pushing the large doors to her chambers open for her to walk through.
 
She smiled weakly, Vladimir obviously catching her fear of the loud noise that was thunder. Sighing a bit and accepting his arm, she let him lead the way back to her chambers. It seemed that she was not very good at hiding her own little fears and such, unlike Vlad, he hid them very well in public. She had only ever seen a different side of him when they were alone...and also laying rather hastily with each other.

With each clap of thunder she would grip onto his arm a bit tighter, only letting go when he went to open the doors to her chambers for her. She paused a bit when he asked to speak with her, mostly because what that usually led to. Then again, she was not against laying with him again but there was also a change in his tone a bit. She did notice him drinking a bit more at dinner, hopefully the wine wasn't messing with his mind.

"Of course...You are always welcome to come and speak with me about anything Vladimir...You know this." She said with a small smile as she stepped inside. "Come, we shall talk now..."

Her room had been fix up to be ready for bed, her blankets turned down and her nightgown resting on the chair. The fire was warming the room perfectly and the desserts she had asked to have sent to her room were on a table near the chairs by the fire, along with a lovely pot of tea with sugar and cream. Walking over to the chairs, she took a seat near the fire and waited for him to join her.
 
Vladimir followed her into the room, his stoic face breaking piece by piece as a nervous look crept into his eyes. He was looking at the floor with his hands clasped together in front of him, which he set onto his lap when he sat in the spare chair. This was not going to be easy, even under the influence of alcohol. If it wasn't against his morals, he would have gotten himself drunk. It was very unwise for the adviser to drink himself silly, when the queen might need him!

Vlad looked to her, then to the fire, keeping his gaze on the dancing flames. Eye contact was a challenge when a topic was emotional for him. "I think about you... All the time," he confessed, an index finger tapping at his knee. "I'm in love with your body, Queen Matilda. Your voice, your smile. I don't understand why, o-or even how..."

A tightness swelled up in his chest, then. He was almost having a panic attack. Seconds later, Vlad was knelt at the floor, leveling his face with her kneecaps. Feeling too ashamed to look at her face, he stared at her feet with his head bowed to her.

"I'm undeserving of you, though. I'm not even a prince! It would be justified if you wanted to punish me right now," he continued, now closing his eyes. That's how he felt. It wouldn't even surprise him if she banished him for being so inappropriate.

"I just had to say so, sometime. It's been eating me alive..."
 
Matilda listened silently as Vladimir spoke, his words a little shocking. This was not a side of Vladimir that she was used to seeing, far from it in fact. He was usually so quite and stoic, having little to no expression on his face. His emotion was so much and it touched her, more than she could really explain. She was a little surprised by his sudden falling to his knees, her body making as if to stand but stopping as he started to speak again.

For a moment, she was stunned silent. It was hard to think of anything to say. His words both touched her heart, and saddened it at the same time. Reaching out, she placed a hand upon his head, and then one on his shoulder. Without much thought she fell from the chair and hugged him tightly, her hands wrapping around his shoulders as she leaned into him.

"Vladimir...You are an amazing person, you easily are the sole reason this kingdom still stands. I may be queen but I am useless and hopeless without your assistance. I shall not punish you for anything, I see no crime in it...And please do not call yourself undeserving...If I can be the one to say who deserves or does not deserve something, then I know that you are the most deserving of all." She said as she spoke, not looking at his face but over his shoulder, her words a bit embarrassing to say eye to eye.
 
Silence engulfed them for a good, long moment. When she spoke to him, he had no idea how to respond. The way she reacted wasn't what he expected, though he didn't know exactly what to expect in the first place. She continually impressed him with these surprising ways about her. Matilda wasn't a woman meaning to be mysterious, it seemed like. She just simply was.

With her just resting against him, he finally put his arms around her to show his care. His moist eyes stared at the chair she previously sat in, his mind tripping over the possibilities of what he could say.

"I used to always be so angry inside. To feel at peace with my thoughts is grander than words can describe," he said in a hushed tone, feeling lame for what he said. Romance and expressing his feelings weren't his strengths. It was all truth, though. Vladimir was feeling immediately relaxed about most everything now.

To punctuate his statement, his arms held her tighter and his head turned to her direction. Matilda's lips were taken into his own, the light flavour of alcohol still present in his mouth. This was a time he could not resist his desires. With all the emotional pain he'd been going through, he let down his defenses and acted on what he felt was right. And right now, he wanted to have her.
 
Matilda did not mind the silence, she welcomed it in fact. To just hold Vladimir in her arms and lean into him was so comfortable, so warm. His next words made her smile a little, to know that he was feeling peace inside was so wonderful. After all, she could think of no one more than Vladimir who deserved peace of mind. With all the work he did and all the care he gave to her, he deserved so much more.

She was unable to express herself though before as he turned his head and pressed their lips together. It was not a rough kiss though, unlike the many kisses they had shared in their passion this one was soft and gentle...dare she even think, loving. She returned it just as sweetly and kindly, her small thin hands moving up to stroke along his cheek as she pressed her lips softly into his own. It was such a wonderful feeling.

In that moment, she realized something she had not realized before. She wished to be with him yet again, but not in the rough passionate need to release stress or in the way she had let him release his frustrations upon her body through a session of laying together. She wanted to lay with him romantically, slowly and gently as they wrote in the stories of kings and queens. Her face flushed bright red at the thought and she found herself pulling back slowly from the kiss, her breath coming out in a heavy way as her eyes opened to look up into his.
 
When their kiss ended and their eyes met, Vladimir looked different. Absolutely no less tired than before, but his expression seemed less intense. That usual seriousness melted away. It was because a huge burden was just taken off of his shoulders. Finally, he could go on with his working life without having to feel emotionally exhausted. Even if this didn't mean there would be a romantic relationship between them, Vlad was oddly all right with that. One way or another, he'll still see her everyday and his feelings would never have to go unknown.

"Well, that was all, really..." he finally said, disagreeing with the idea of another moment of silence. Vlad wasn't well versed with the sweetest and dearest elements of love, so he had no idea how to cherish that sort of quietness with another. All his life, it's been about talking, and getting work done.

"Shall I leave you to your nightly routine?" Vlad asked, his hold on her body not letting up. Regardless of the talk they just had, she was still the queen. Matilda was the authority and he was the servant. That's how it was at the end of the day.
 
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