All Good Things

The next two days Yrsa stayed in her wing of the castle, out of reach of Aarni. He didn’t see or hear from her. He tried to send her a message but it was rejected. Aarni was dejected, he didn’t want to cause Yrsa trouble, but he didn’t want to let go of what they had started. He was distracted and distraught, he tried to have sex with his morning servants, but it just wasn’t right and everyone involved was left unfulfilled.

On the third day Yrsa was walking around with her husband, and when he saw them, she did not meet his eyes, but his brother did, and Aarni could not place the look he gave him. It wasn’t angry or hurt, he actually smiled, not a fake “I’m not hurting” smile, a smirk, like he was happy with what had happened. That worried Aarni.

That night, Mariss came to his room.

“I know what happened Aarni, I know what you did, and I know what you didn’t do.” Aarni remained silent. “You didn’t do anything wrong; you just feel guilty because Yrsa feels guilty, and you shouldn’t.” Aarni snorted, if Mariss was telling him he did nothing wrong, then chances are he did something wrong. Your brother isn’t happy though, he’s worried that the two of you can’t be in the castle together without causing a problem, but I disagree.”

Aarni looked up from his bed at the queen, she had on the same dress from the night of his ascension. He had missed looking at her that night, he took it all in now.

Mariss moved closer, “I think your passions just need a better outlet, someone better able to handle you, someone who will treat you like you deserve. She climbed onto his bed, the fairy silk fabric of her dress left nothing to the imagination, as she climbed onto him Aarni could see every inch of her body, she ran her fingers over his chest.

“Let me help you.”

She pulled him to the edge of the bed, pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders, setting her perfect breasts free of the dress. Grabbing his cock, she wrapped it in her bosom, and started moving up and down his shaft.

Aarni felt amazing. He didn’t realize how pent up he was after only a few days of abstinence, but Mariss’s breasts enveloping him was almost more than he could bear. She leaned her head down and licked the tip of his penis, Aarni couldn’t believe what was happening, Mariss was so hot, he’d wanted her for so long and here she was tit-fucking him.

Aarni jerked upright, his brain cutting through the incredible fog of lust like a last second warning of the rocks ahead. He pushed her away and stood up.

“No, no, we’re not doing this, you need to leave.”

Mariss stood and got right in his face, her breasts touching his chest, “You need me, let me help you.”

“No, I’m not my brother, you don’t own me, leave me be.”

Mariss seemed flustered, even offended, Aarni had never seen her flustered before, he didn’t know if she was scared or angry or just acting out a part in her game.

“Damn it Aarni, I need you, and I can’t protect you if you don’t let me help you. Please, let me help you.”

“No Mariss, I’m not listening to you, I’m not working with you, I’m not helping you and I’m not fucking you. Get out of my room, please.” He didn’t mean to say please, he was trying to be strong, but he really wasn’t that strong right now, so much of him wanted desperately to get back between her breasts, to kiss her mouth and use her body, he was barely holding on.

She paused for a second, and her face fell.

“Okay,” Mariss stated, sounding defeated, “I’ll go.”

She fixed her dress, flipped her hair, and the confident, unshakeable, and always in charge Mariss he knew was back. She walked to his door, opened it, looked back and said, “Whether you believe me or not, I’m sorry,” and then she was out of his room and the door was closed.