Oneshot collection

For ElffromSpace. Enjoy!

The air was warm, lightly scented with jasmine incense and she had dozed. Dozed and dreamed of many things, impossible things.

Ryuuki had entered the royal bedchamber of the consort for the night. Finding her sprawled across the rich, silken coverlet, her hair like a glossy ink stain spread across the sumptuous bedding, her slumber was not without it’s disturbances it seemed, for the bedclothes were tangled and her nearly sheer sleeping gown was twisted about her hips.

Revealing the slim legs that the Emperor so adored. He loved those legs, the way they wrapped around his waist, his hips. The way the slid like heated silk against his own legs, felt like creamy velvet against his cheeks. The way they shook as she fell to her pleasure.

It had been several months since she had come to his household, several months since he had begun spending his evenings with her. In the beginning, he had been content to hold her, sleep beside her, but being a man of passionate appetites, he had wooed her endlessly.

That she was his temporary wife mattered little, for in his heart he hoped to change that. He had seduced her in this very bed, stripping her of clothing and innocence with hushed words and heated touches. Shuurei was passionate about everything and he had suspected that would include her bedsport. How right he had been.

He teased his fingers long her calf, making her sigh softly. Those long, aristocratic fingers teased higher, finding that terribly tickling spot behind her knee. She turned onto her stomach, drawing that leg towards her chest.

Ryuuki grinned softly, reaching into her sewing basket and carefully cutting the material until it pooled on either side of her. Her back was now exposed to him and he pushed her hair away, dropping nipping kisses along her spine even as his hands slid upwards to gently stroke her backside.

She moaned softly as he trailed his tongue upwards again, one of his clever hands slipping past her bottom and finding it’s way to the damp folds between her thighs. Her breath caught, hitching at his tender touches and he knew that she’d wake soon. His lips teasing that hollow behind her ear.

Shuurei was lost in dreamy sensation, the heat and sweet lassitude spreading through her body, igniting each nerve ending. The slow caresses urging her to wake, ah, but the dream was too delicious. She worked her legs apart, seeking more of that contact.

“Mmm, Ryuuki” she moaned softly.

The handsome ruler, gently rolled her onto her back and resumed his attentions, slipping a talented finger into the warmth of her body. She arched against him, her mouth falling open on a soft cry and he covered her lips with his own. Drinking her cry.

Shuurei woke to the kiss and the feeling of the gentle pumping within her body. She was breathless with desire, her amber eyes locking on the golden orbs inches from her own. That skilled tongue sliding against hers. Carrying the taste of summer peaches and spice. Ryuuki. Her Ryuuki.

Her arms slid over his shoulders, drawing him closer as she rode his hand towards climax. His mouth moved over her arched throat, taking in the sweet curves of that porcelain flesh, tongue pressing against the frantic thrumming of her pulse.

Feeling her muscles flutter against his fingers, Ryuuki removed them, earning a small whine of protest from the Kou princess. “Oh.. Ryuuki”. Her small hands fisted in his silken hair, trying to hold him closer even as he inched away. He chuckled, soothing her with another deep, dueling kiss.

He stretched out beside her, his own sleeping robes loosened revealing his nakedness to her eyes. His hands trailed over her in languid motions, “You are so beautiful Shuurei” he murmured, his voice husky as she sat up, letting the scraps of silk slide off her shoulders.

Her breasts were fuller now than when first she’d come to him. Her hips more lushly rounded, a comfortable cradle for her man. And how he wished to that man in all senses of the word. She smiled almost coyly at him. “You only wish to look at me your majesty?” she asked, her voice an octave lower than normal.

Ryuuki lay back against the linens as she crawled to straddle him. He stared up at her through hooded eyes. Smaller as she was, she leaned up to press a kiss to his chest, her damp curls brushing against the hard length of him. That part of him so eager to dominate. Her pink lips closed over pebbled nipples and his hands fell to her hips drawing her tight against him.

She shook her head and crept backwards, her long hair teasing over his stomach and thighs as she blew across the purple tip of his erection. Already the shining bead of moisture crowned him. He must desire her greatly this night to be so aroused.

Ryuuki groaned as she lapped at his shaft, that delicate pink tongue swirling over his flesh in mindless patterns before her lips closed over his head. His eyes squeezed shut tightly, and his fingers tangled in her hair as she slowly began to move on him. Each time taking a little more until he hit the back of her throat, her eyes began to water but she didn’t care.

His throaty moans and massaging fingers, his encouraging words to her driving her onward. She felt the tickle of her juices on her thighs and moaned deeply as she let him slide just past her tonsils. His fingers tensed and he gasped her name. Those clever little hands swept to pump what she could not swallow, elegant nails raking lightly over the flesh behind his sac.

He jerked at the maddening touch. “Need to touch you” he rasped out. Reaching out, he grasped her slim ankle and dragged her lower body upwards. With minimal shifting, he had her thighs on either side of his head, large hands running over her backside and inner thighs.

Shuurei cried out as his mouth met her sex, lapping loudly in the wetness he found there. His tongue unerringly finding the pearl of her desire even as her own tongue flickered over the thick vein of his manhood.

He ate at her like a starving man, loving the tremors in her thighs, the scent and taste of her like cane sugar and figs and that hint of musk that lingered in her clothes.

She eased further down onto him, the farthest she’d ever managed to take him and Ryuuki tightened his grip in her hair. A wordless warning to push herself no more. So she suckled him like a child on a sweet, tasting the salten droplets that fell across her tongue in intermittent patterns.

Ryuuki flattened his tongue pressing it hard against her, the curled it to the thrust inside of her. She mewled around him sucking hard. His hips had slowly begun to rock against her face, the gentlest of motions but she knew his control was for her sake.

Ryuuki pressed a finger upwards into her heat, seeking that flesh ridge that hid there. Finding it, he pressed hard. Her head flew back and off of him as she keened her pleasure to the sky. He rubbed in small motions until she squirmed and begged him to give her release.

His hand moved back to her head, pressing her gently back to his length. She smiled as she took him, knowing that he never demanded pleasure without offering it is spades. That finger slid from her to trace the crevice of her twin globes and she whined as he traced moist circles around her rosebud.

His tongue returned to wreaking havoc on her senses, bringing her ever closer to the brink. When he slowly slid a finger into that puckered entrance she shattered against him, her juices dripping over his chin as her body clenched hard above him.

Ryuuki allowed her several moments to recover from her orgasm before he flipped her onto her back and raising one leg onto his hip, slid into her with a smooth motion. She threw her head back and panted his name. One small hand slid to his toned bottom, holding him close to her as he began to swivel his hips, striking that spot within once more.

She raked her nails down his back making him grunt and grit his teeth against the pleasurable nip of pain. “You are so tight Shuurei” he panted near her ear. HE withdrew nearly to the tip and pressed slowly back inside but his companion was too far gone in pleasure and her desires were not for the slow, gentle loving he was so adept at.

No, Shuurei wanted something harder, faster, more primal to match the hunger he inspired in her. “Mm Ryuuki! Harder!” she whimpered to him and his eyes dilated in furious want. He slammed into her, his arms curling beneath her and over her shoulders to hold her in place. His head dropped to suck hard on one pert peak as he drove into her.

She thrashed in his arms, her cries escalating with her pleasure as he touched in those artful ways that seemed to come all too easily for him. His body began to throb and his own end was nearing, but he would not reach peak before her. Dropping his hips forward and in, he made sure to bump his pelvic bone against her jewel, the extra stimulation making her legs tremble around him and he buried his face against her throat to enjoy that moment of satisfaction at his effect on her.

She clamped down on his length, the grip so tight is bordered on pain but not one that he minded. Those muscles fluttered against him making his sac tighten, draw close to his body. She cried out his name, her whole frame tightening to a shaking mass in his arms and he felt the hot slide of her fluids against him increase.

Ryuuki dropped his head into the bow of her shoulder and slammed into her, once, twice more and then the world went white as his own orgasm ripped through him, flooding from him to her and he barely managed to catch his weight on his forearms.

He recovered before she did. Barely. Lifting himself just enough to roll to the side, keeping her close, keeping them connected. He cradled her in his arms, pressing kisses to her damp brow as she lay shivering in his arms. Her body jerked slightly from time to time and he rumbled happily.

Drawing the coverlet up and over them he tucked her face under his chin and let himself slide from within her. She would likely scold him for once again letting her sleep in the combined mess they made, so he tucked the spare blanket between her thighs. It would be washed come tomorrow anyway.

She sighed softly against him, sleep already taking her once more. “Love you Shuurei” he told her quietly. She nodded against him, “You have to wait.”

He smiled at the ceiling. Yes, that was true. He had to wait, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy that time.