❤Morning Fun with Jade?❤

The next morning came gently. For once, it did not demand anything from her. No orders to follow, no blood needing to be spilt by her blade, and no vigilance late at night, priving her of sleep.

Only warmth.

Jade stirred slowly; her body still half-lost in the quiet comfort of sleep. It took her a moment to realise why her mind wasn’t already racing, why her muscles weren’t coiled with instinct.

Then she felt it, strong, steady and protective arms around her; Even in rest. Her eyes opened softly, and there he was.
Fenrir.

Still asleep, his breathing slow and even, his face unguarded in a way she had never seen before. There was no weight of responsibility there, no tension. Just peace. And somehow, that alone made her chest tighten. “…gods…” she whispered under her breath, a faint smile touching her lips.

Carefully, almost reverently, she lifted a hand to his face. Her fingers traced along his cheek, slow and light, as if afraid to wake him too quickly… or perhaps afraid that if she did, the moment might vanish.

He stirred anyway.

A quiet inhale, a faint shift. His brow knitted slightly before relaxing again as his eyes slowly opened.

“Morning, handsome,” she murmured, her voice softer than usual; Warmer and unguarded.

Fenrir blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, then focused on her. And just like that, a faint, sleepy smile formed. “…Morning, gorgeous,” he replied, voice rough with sleep. “What time is it?”

Jade let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she settled more comfortably against him. “I don’t know,” she admitted, almost amused at herself. “And for once… I don’t particularly care.”

His hand shifted along her side, resting at her hip, thumb brushing idly against her skin in a slow, absent rhythm.

“…I could get used to this,” she added more quietly.

Fenrir huffed a soft chuckle, eyes still half-lidded. “Careful,” he murmured. “If you say things like that, I might start finding reasons to stay in bed longer.”
She raised a brow, a teasing glint already returning. “Oh? And what reason could be so compelling?”

He looked at her then, deeply into her eyes, his hand tightened slightly at her hip, keeping her warm and safe. “A few… one of them is right in front of me right now.”

Jade exhaled a small laugh, but it came softer this time, warmer.

“Hopeless,” she muttered, though her fingers had already slipped into his hair, guiding him closer. “Shut up and kiss me, Idiot.”

Their lips met again.

Slow at first; Familiar, testing their taste with passion before deepening naturally, like neither of them had any intention of rushing it. His hand slid further along her waist, her body pressing into his without hesitation, and for a few moments, the world beyond the bed simply ceased to exist.

It wasn’t hunger…Not yet. It was something steadier, growing in care and passion for the other.

When they finally parted, it wasn’t from lack of desire, but from the quiet understanding that if they didn’t, they might not leave that bed at all.

“…We should get up,” Fenrir murmured, though his tone suggested he didn’t particularly want to.

“Mm… Eventually,” Jade replied, though she was already pulling away slightly.

Reluctantly, they did.

With a quiet exhale, Jade slipped from his arms and rose from the bed, stretching slowly. The movement was fluid, unguarded. Her body unwinds after proper rest. Fenrir followed more reluctantly, rolling his shoulders as he stood.

She turned back toward him and paused. Her gaze dropped. “…Oh.”

Fenrir frowned slightly. “What? Something’s wrong with me?”

“…well, it’s technically not wrong uhmm.” She pointed at him to look down…down to his thighs and the connection between both of his legs.
Realisation hit him a second later.

“…Oh,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “That...Sorry.”

Indeed, Fenrir carried something hard in his underwear. A morning wood. It was most likely that sleeping with Jade had caused this to last for longer, his body reacting on its own to its attraction to her and her perfect body. His dreams also didn’t help in the slightest…he dreamed of her, dreams that border on the arousing and lustful ones.

He made a half-hearted attempt to cover himself, though the effort felt more reflexive than necessary.

Jade bit her lip, clearly entertained. “No… It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” She said with a blush, trying to look away… but she liked the view, her curiosity getting the better of her.

A beat passed between them.

“…Did I cause that?” she asked, quieter now, curiosity threading through the question.

Fenrir hesitated, just a fraction, before answering honestly. “Most likely.” He said genuinely, blushing. He changed his hand position, uncovering his hard-on underneath the fabric of his underwear. Its form and size are visible under the tight fabric being pressed against. “You are really attractive to me…if you haven’t noticed by now, I mean.”

She glanced back down again, briefly this time, but the flicker of interest in her expression did not go unnoticed.

She giggled. “I can tell.” She added with a teasing smirk. “I don’t mind the compliment, though.”

His smirk returned, faint but real. “You sound like you’re studying it.”

“Perhaps I am,” she replied smoothly, stepping a little closer. “It is… informative.”

“Of what, exactly?”

Jade tilted her head, considering him in a way that was far too deliberate to be innocent. “Of how strongly you react to me.”

That earned a quiet exhale from him. “You already knew that.”

“Yes,” she admitted. “But confirmation has its charms.”

He returned the chuckled “I guess my own body betrayed me.”

“Or maybe it's just being genuine. I like that you know.” She said with a teasing smirk.

She moved past him with deliberate ease, the brush of her hip almost grazing him as she went, before settling lightly on the edge of the nearby desk. One leg crossed over the other in a slow, unhurried motion. Her posture relaxed, too relaxed, but her attention remained entirely fixed on him.

There was a quiet shift in her breathing.

A warmth was building low in her body, subtle at first… then harder to ignore. Her curiosity and desire both threaded together in a way that made her fingers flex slightly against her own thigh. She didn’t fight it. Why would she? He was hers. And she was more than entitled to enjoy that.

Jade lifted her hand, tapping her lower lip with a thoughtful, teasing rhythm, her gaze drifting, very intentionally, downward again. “Are all Earthrealmers that well-endowed?” she asked, her tone light… but laced with something warmer underneath.

Fenrir blushed, then blinked. “…What?”

She smiled; slow, amused and entirely aware of what she was doing.

“Come on, idiot,” she said, her voice soft but playful, a quiet laugh slipping through. “You heard what I asked.” She lifted both hands in mock surrender, though her eyes never left him. “I’m not judging,” she added, tilting her head slightly. “Quite the opposite, actually.” A faint smirk tugged at her lips. “Besides… we are together, aren’t we?”

Her gaze flickered back up to meet his, warmer now, more intimate.

“And you were rather… attentive last night,” she continued, her tone dropping just enough to make it linger. “I didn’t mind.” She paused, allowing a softer smile to breathe. “I liked it.”

Fenrir exhaled through his nose, somewhere between flustered and amused, shaking his head slightly as a grin pulled at his lips.
Gods, he adored her.

“As far as I know? No,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck with a chuckle. “And I don’t think I’m that impressive either, despite your very generous review.”
He glanced at her again, eyes narrowing just a little in playful suspicion.

“…Though I get the feeling you’re not exactly being objective right now.”

Her smile only deepened at that. Jade’s chuckle came softer this time, warmer, yet edged with something unmistakably sultry. “Fenrir… it already looks very good under that fabric,” she murmured, her gaze lingering, unashamed and appreciative. “So yes… I would say it’s quite impressive.”

There was a shift in her tone as she spoke, subtle but deliberate. A quiet heat threaded through her words as her body slowly, steadily betrayed her composure.
“Unless…” she added, her voice lowering into a near whisper, “…you would like to show me what’s underneath.”

The effect was immediate.

Fenrir exhaled slowly, his breath catching just slightly as his body responded on instinct, the tension beneath the fabric becoming more pronounced. “You’re serious?” he asked, though his tone already matched hers, lower, more focused.

Jade tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Of course I am,” she said simply. “You’ve made me curious.”

His gaze dropped briefly, then lifted again, a faint smirk forming.

“Curious?” he echoed. “That’s not what I’m seeing.”

Her brow arched. “Oh?”

He stepped a fraction closer, voice quieter now. “I’d say you’re a little more than that,” he said, his eyes flicking down to the subtle movement of her legs, the way her posture had shifted, just enough. “You’re getting restless, gorgeous.”

That earned him a soft laugh; breathy, amused. “…Maybe,” she admitted, though the look she gave him was anything but subtle now. “Just a little.” Her gaze didn’t leave him.

“Come on,” she added, softer. “Show me.”

There was no hesitation this time.

Fenrir’s hands moved, slower than necessary, intentionally so. The fabric gave way inch by inch, revealing heated skin beneath. He watched her as he did it, not the act itself, but her reaction.

And Jade did not disappoint. Her breath deepened; her lips parted slightly. One hand drifted, almost unconsciously, down along her midsection, stopping just above where the warmth pooled, fingers pressing lightly against the fabric of her gown. It was a small, controlled motion. Enough to ease the ache building there; Enough to show him she felt it.

When the last barrier fell, silence settled between them for a brief second. Fenrir’s hard on presented itself to her. Swollen and throbbing
Jade’s eyes lingered. Studying…Appreciating.

A faint blush colored her cheeks, even more aroused at the thick and powerful cock in front of her. But what made it even better for her was that it was hers to appreciate and give pleasure to. It was her man after all…

Fenrir chuckled softly, low in his chest.

“I take it the beautiful Edenian in front of me approves.”

Her gaze lifted slowly to meet his again, a slow, satisfied smile forming.

“Very much so.” She slid off the desk then, her movements unhurried, deliberate. Each step toward him measured, her hips swaying just enough to draw his attention, though she hardly needed the effort. Almost matching Mileena’s teasing playfulness in that regard.

“May I?” she asked, her voice lighter again, but her eyes betraying the intent behind it. “Just to confirm this isn’t some illusion you’ve conjured.”
Fenrir huffed a quiet laugh. “Be my guest.”

Her hand found him slowly, certain. Her fingers wrapped around him with a measured, exploratory touch along the girth and length of his shaft, firm enough to feel, gentle enough to savour.

A soft, high-pitched hum escaped her lips. Unexpected, yet genuine. “…You do keep surprising me,” she murmured, her voice tightening just slightly before settling into something lower, richer. Her hand moved, slow at first, learning the rhythm, the weight, the heat beneath her touch.

“In all my years,” she continued, her gaze flickering up to him briefly “, I have never seen one man so handsome and attractive like you…and especially one so…potent.” She picked up her pace, her voice dropping to a sultry and hot tone. Almost whispery.

The bedroom started to be imbued with the sound of Jade's passionate hand job, the sound of her hand gripping and caressing up and down his throbbing and now fully hard cock. “It’s big and lengthy, you know?” She said in a seductive tone. “Yet I think it wouldn’t hurt in the slightest, it sounds like you would fuck me so good with this, handsome.”

Fenrir’s head tilted back slightly, a breath escaping him, lower now.

“Jade…”

Her free hand moved to his chest, fingers tracing the lines of muscle there, slow, possessive.

“You would enjoy it, wouldn’t you?” she murmured closer now, her voice brushing against his ear. “Hearing me lose control from your cock claiming me… having me moan your name with each passionate, raw thrust you give me.”

Fenrir let out a soft moan; Her words were intoxicating to his ears, filled with dripping lust in tease.

She wasn’t just good, she was amazing.

She could easily disarm any man with her words, but for him, they were a sign of her love for him and, above all, a claim over him as her lover and partner. She was making sure Fenrir knew he was now taken and the woman sharing the bed with him was good…really good. “Fuck Jade…yes, I would love that.” His hand lowered itself to one of her perfectly round and toned buttocks, caressing it with the same possessive and teasing touch she was giving him, squeezing one of them.

Jade let out a soft moan from the clinging touch. She loved when she cherished and admired her body with those hungry eyes, not with lust only, but with passion.
Jade bit her lip; she was already slick with heat, her body responding faster than she cared to admit. Every slow stroke of her hand along him fed that fire, made it harder to think clearly. But she didn’t want him to take her, not yet. Not like this. He would have to earn her.

She steadied herself, even as her thighs pressed together instinctively, chasing that building tension.

“I’m sure you would, handsome…” she murmured, her voice low, thick with promise. “You’re practically begging to put it inside me… to fuck me senseless.”
She leaned closer, her lips brushing the edge of his ear, her hand tightening just slightly as her pace picked up; slow, deliberate and intoxicating.

“I can feel it…” she whispered, breath warm against his skin. “The way you’d move… the way you’d fill me… make me wet just for you, nice and slick so you can slide in deeper every time…” Her voice dipped further, almost a purr. “Until you bury yourself inside me and fill me with your seed… claim me as your own… the way I’d claim you.”

“Jade…” Fenrir groaned, his head tipping back, his breath uneven now. “God… you’re going to make me explode…”

She felt him twitch hard in her hand, felt how close he was, and that alone sent another wave of heat through her core.

“Good,” she breathed.

And then, she stopped. Just like that.

Her hand slipped away, leaving him aching, sensitive and empty. She turned from him with a soft, satisfied giggle, presenting her back to him, her hips shifting just enough beneath the fabric of her gown to remind him exactly what he was being denied.

“Sadly, for you, my emperor…” she added lightly, glancing over her shoulder, eyes gleaming with mischief, “you’ll have to work harder than that if you want me.”
“What?” Fenrir blinked, still catching his breath, frustration and desire mixing in his expression. “You’re just going to leave me like this?”

Jade laughed softly, stepping just out of reach. “Sorry, love, I’m not that easy,” she teased, lifting a finger to his chin and tilting his face up slightly. “I want to see you come undone as well… but not yet. Where’s the fun in giving in so easily?” She added with a teasing grin, grabbing his chin playfully. “You are going to have to work harder for me, but you are on the right path, though. Keep up the good work, handsome; you are not so far off as you might think. Keep going like that, and I might reward you properly.” Her thumb brushed his lower lip before she pulled away completely.

“You’re a tease,” he muttered, though the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him.

“Mm… perhaps.” She turned, walking toward the nearby curtain, but not before pausing, glancing back at him with a slow, knowing smile. “But I do reward those I truly like.”

She stopped just short of disappearing behind the fabric, then added, almost as an afterthought, “And I think you’ve earned a little preview.”

That alone was enough to pull his attention right back to her. With deliberate slowness, Jade turned away from him and bent forward slightly, making sure he had a perfect view. Her hands slid along the sides of her gown, lifting it inch by inch until the curve of her ass was fully revealed; Firm, sculpted and flawless.

Only the thin lace of her panties remained. She looked back at him over her shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips. “I know that look,” she teased softly. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

“A lot…” Fenrir admitted under his breath, his voice rough. His body betrayed him instantly, his arousal pulsing, aching to close the distance.
Jade’s smile deepened.

“I thought you might.” Her fingers hooked into the delicate lace, slowly pulling it aside—not all at once, but just enough to tease. Just enough to reveal the glistening heat between her thighs.

“Well,” she murmured, her voice dropping again, silk and fire. “Then this would make you never want to leave me, handsome.”

Then, with agonising patience, she slid the fabric of her black laced panties down completely.

The sight she offered him was nothing short of devastating. Her body was a perfect balance of strength and softness, control and surrender. The faint sheen of her glistering and wet pussy caught the light, unmistakable, undeniable… Hungry and horny for him as well, but her balanced and restrained self kept her lust for him in check.

The curves and lines of her perfectly heart-shaped, toned backside were one to be appreciated in great depth and length, she was as if sculptured by the elder gods themselves as the definition of beauty.

Fenrir exhaled sharply. “…You’re perfect, Jade.” The words came out unfiltered, almost reverent. Mileena’s behind was also already perfection…but Jade’s…Jade’s was something else.

She stilled for just a second at that, just enough to show it affected her, before she recovered, her composure slipping back into place like armour.

“I’m glad you think so,” she replied, softer now… but still teasing.

She straightened slowly, letting the moment linger just long enough before denying him again.

“But no touching,” she added, glancing back with a warning that held more playfulness than threat.

She swayed her hips once, deliberately, inviting… daring him.

He didn’t move. “I have to earn it,” he said, his hand brushing himself lightly, still watching her like he was memorising every detail.

“Exactly.” Jade smiled, satisfied.

Then she disappeared behind the curtain, her voice drifting out from the other side.

“Consider that your motivation for the day.”

Fenrir let out a breath, shaking his head with a quiet laugh. “You’re going to be the **** of me.”

“Only if you disappoint me,” she shot back playfully.

A few minutes later, they emerged; Composed and dressed, every trace of what had just happened hidden beneath royal poise.

Outside the chamber, Jade stepped close again, her hands adjusting his collar, smoothing the fabric over his shoulders with practised care. Her touch lingered just a little longer than necessary.

“There,” she said softly. “An emperor worthy of Outworld.”

Fenrir’s hands mirrored hers, adjusting a loose strand near her face, his gaze warm, steady.

“For the people… or for his queens?” he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.

Jade leaned in slightly, her lips brushing near his ear. “For both,” she whispered. Then, quieter…possessive. “But between us… We prefer you for ourselves.”

A subtle shiver ran through him. Before he could answer, she had already stepped away, putting distance between them, her expression composed once more.
She lifted a hand in a casual farewell as she began walking down the corridor, a subtle teasing sway in her hips for him to gaze at.

“Try not to keep us waiting, handsome.”

Fenrir watched her go, a slow smile forming.

“…Wouldn’t dream of it.”