Lust

Arawn grinned, sauntering into the palace. Rather than returning to his chambers, he turned and headed to Fedelm’s quarters. The guards and servants of the palace didn’t notice him as he drifted, invisible, through halls until he reached her doors.
Fedelm looked up as he stepped into the antechamber and smiled.
“You’ve returned,” she said with shining eyes.
She was seated on the couch, seemingly drinking tea. He gestured through the air until the door’s lock slid into place. Her eyes widened as she went still, staring at him.
“I do believe I promised you something…” Arawn said, crossing the room. Her face turned red as he made her teacup float out of her hands and to the table.
He pulled her to her feet and kissed her. She moaned softly, a shy little sound that he may never get tired of hearing. If only she was always this sort of desperate for him. Her hands trembled before gripping the cloth over his chest and pressing against him.
He held her against him and floated them towards her bedroom, pulling off her clothes as they went. She pulled his shirt over his head with hasty movements and unlaced his trousers as her gown slipped over her hips.
Arawn sent her back onto the bed as he stepped out of his shoes and shoved his trousers down. Her eyes grew dark as he sent a wave of magic to divest her of her underclothes. She gasped as her hands were pinned above her head and her legs were forced apart.
He simply looked at her for a moment, enjoying the sight of her full curves and beauty. The blush filled her face, but she didn’t turn away. She’d been in this position before, helpless under his gaze, and had grown to like seeing how much he desired her.
She had come quite far from the nervous virgin he’d taken to bed several years ago.
Fedelm was a bit older than Sirona, perhaps with time, Sirona would fill out the way Fedelm had. He licked his lips and crawled onto the bed, crawling towards her and drawing his lips over her trembling legs.
Fedelm gasped, holding her breath as the heat of his breath drifted across the inside of her thigh, getting closer and closer to where she wanted him to touch her. Her heart was racing. He’d never done this before. His gleaming, glowing eyes flashed up at her, sending a shiver of anticipation through her as his breath ghosted over her.
“You smell delicious,” he breathed before she felt the heat of his mouth on her.
She arched off the bed with a cry, turning her head and squeezing her eyes shut at the sharp bolt of pleasure that went through her as he sucked. Her legs trembled with each swipe of his tongue and she fought the invisible hold he’d placed her in.
Pleasure washed over as she pleaded for him to give her more.
“Arawn, I beg you, I-I can’t—” She moaned as the pleasure started to grow nearly unbearable. “I want—”
“I know what you want,” he said, licking his lips and sliding up between her legs. He caught her legs on his shoulders and slid his cock into her in a single, smooth thrust that made her breathless.
Her body locked up with pleasure as he groaned. He felt the tremors of her orgasm as she squeezed him tight and chuckled.
“Careful,” he purred. “I just got started.”
She looked up at him with a dazed expression as he began to stroke into her, careful to sheathe himself completely in her body. He kissed her, licking into her mouth and reveling in the aroused and embarrassed moans that came from her as she tasted herself on his tongue.
He chuckled against her mouth, snapping his hips and forcing another orgasm from her as he chased his own.
“Oh, Arawn, please…N-No more.”
Arawn clenched his hand in her hair and made her look into his eyes, “Hush now, my queen. It is my turn.”
She whimpered, nodding and worrying her lip as the pleasure made his rhythm faster and erratic.
“Oh, yes, please,” she panted as their skin slapped together. “Just there. Again—I—”
Arawn groaned, continuing to pump into her as his orgasm took over him and she clenched around him tightly.
Spent and satisfied for the moment, he pulled out of her body and turned them over so she was splayed over his chest.
“You seem to be in a good mood,” Fedelm panted against his chest.
The scent of sex and sweat hung in the air as he shifted a bit under her, playing with a lock of her golden hair.
“My plan is shaping up nicely. Given the approaching danger, how could I not be in a good mood?”
“What of the Tara River?” she asked, drawing patterns on his skin and kissing his chest.
Arawn’s lips twitched, “It will hold. For now.”
Anu wasn’t in a position to lift it and effectually declare war, and neither was he. Sirona wasn’t ready yet and Anu was still gathering soldiers under her banner.
“Don’t worry about it too much. Press forward across the continent and increase Berth’s foothold as planned.”
Her shoulders slumped with disappointment, “I wish I could be of more help to you beyond military strategy.”
He smirked, listening to her. Fedelm would likely never understand how much of a talent for war she had. While she only had the sword and defensive training that Arawn had given her, she was impressive with a blade. She never led the soldiers into battle, but her military strategy had kept the loss of life down and allowed Berth to expand quickly. Had she been born a man, she would have been a warrior king.
He lifted her head upon the edge of his hand so that their gazes could meet, “Don’t look so down, little gem.”
Her cheeks pinked the way he expected. She liked the nickname so much it was always guaranteed to brighten her mood and make her more compliant. Fedelm was the name of a very rare magical gem that was mined near the capital. He imagined her parents chose the name out of love and pride for the beautiful baby girl they’d brought into the world.
“I chose you,” her eyes shined. “And I have never and will never regret that choice.”
Her lips twitched and her eyes misted over as she nodded, stepping closer to rest her head against his chest. It had been several years since he had met Fedelm and chosen her. Then, she had been a young bride. Within a week of their meeting, she had become a young widow after her raging geriatric husband slipped off the rain-slick balcony in the middle of his raging.
She’d managed to escape him after he struck her across the face for refusing to sleep with him and escaped to the rainy garden to pray for salvation. The bastard had tumbled down from the balcony in the pool and died like the pitiful creature he was in the middle of the night.
Arawn had drifted into the garden with the storm and told her what to do next.
With his guidance, she’d gotten rid of her late husband’s lecherous council who saw her as a path to the throne and vied for her hand. She’d turned them against each other until she was left alone to rule as she saw fit.
He had molded her into the ruthless conqueror she had become and she had spread his name in every territory she’d taken.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “As always, I am grateful and will carry out your will.”
The surge of power from her was always immediate and heady. She had such faith in him and the path that she’d chosen in listening to his guidance. She believed in him because she had seen what he had and could inspire her to do.
Arawn was not a god who would cut down Berth’s enemies. He simply placed the sword in her hand, and she could not be more grateful for that.
Fedelm snuggled into his side and fell asleep with her hair splayed across his chest. Arawn still felt her belief in him surging as she slept. Maybe she was dreaming of the future of Berth. He remained awake, considering the dilemma ahead.
How long would it take for Anu to have enough of a fighting force and be ready to cross the river?
He did not doubt that she planned to do so as soon as she was assured of her victory. Anu was arrogant and reckless at the best of times, but she knew better than to underestimate him. She would stack the deck so high in her favor, that she would sweep across the southern continent and Berth’s soldiers like a great bloody tide if he wasn’t careful.
He needed to get Sirona firmly under his thumb and strong enough to face Anu as soon as possible.