It was a skill, I realised, to distract someone so easily.

I'd always wondered who had taught him how to kiss so possessively that ones toes curled from heat.

I assumed he played when he was free from the palace, and the thought left me a little sore, but at the very least, he was not still drifting after the ghost of his passed lover because his heart was forever devoted to her. Instead he missed a friend, and held himself responsible, which I could only rebuke him for.

I struggled for a moment, to regain back control, his hand already clasping around my wrists and holding them together, I saw his eye glance toward the free piece of cloth I'd used to bind him and panicked, jolting as his free hand nearly successfully distracted me as it ran up my thigh and over my cock.

"Wait, wait!" I whispered, my voice breathless. "I still have questions!"

There was a low laugh spilled out of his lips as his fingers found purchase on the strip of fabric. "Ask your questions then." He dared me, and I panicked as he dragged it across my chest, heat unfurling inside my belly.

"Demos..." I groaned, my brows furrowed, eyes desperate.

He kissed me lightly on the lips, a dark glimmer in his eyes, something mournful and aching behind them, something he was trying to bury in blood that subserviently flowed south. "I promise not to let you lose your voice?"

He kissed my neck and I shivered. "You can't promise that..." I whispered, tilting my head up instinctively, feeling the lips find purchase on my skin, the spark of pleasure made my cock jerk and my chest feel tight. "Please..."

"Hmm?" He pretended not to hear me.

The lips nibbling at my neck were most definitely distracting, my heart was already racing ahead of me. So I spoke fast, competing with time.

"Maybe I should have waited, maybe you would have told me on your own, but you must understand I had to know! You promised to answer all of my questions! If I am truly yours!"

There was a sharp punishing nip at my neck and I jolted, swallowing nervously. "Demos?"

He pulled back and I saw the dark look on his face, eyes full of buried mourning, a discomfort at being placed naked in front of me for any length of time, and a raw desire that made my skin feel hot.

Suddenly aware of how my legs were pulled to either side of him I watched as he raised the fabric to my lips and my heart pounded loudly in my chest. "If you make no noise at all you'll still have the voice to ask questions later." He replied slyly.

Then took the fabric and grabbed my wrists.

"Demos!" I struggled.

[Lady Thera's POV]

My untimely visitor was not leaving, he was intolerable, and I was quick to learn that his status was above mine, as far as I could gauge from the family he expressed to be a part of.

Though in all reality it should not have been, as powerless a lord on that side of the family must have been, although at face value I was below him I really had more power than him.

It was clear, when living inside the palace, that that side of the family was fairly obviously held at a distance, so much so that they barely spent any time at the palace at all.

Still I could not simply send him away and therefor had to tolerate him, him and all his strange questions and avoidances of my own.

He asked to hear me recite my poetry, which, while not an uncommon desire, was nearly absurd for an apparent stranger to request of me. Even worse the way the balding gentleman requested it came in heavy tones of condescension.

Still I entertained him, and felt the seething prickle of dislike as he stayed and expected a newly filled pot of tea, rebuked my own servants with all the ill-manners of a cave dweller.

I taught my servants well, my maids knew when their actions warranted punishment and would kneel in wait for me to deal with them, I needed no help at all with that.

"You can't put them at fault." He told me after deluging my maid with insults for her slow response to pouring tea, with a smile that lacked warmth, depth, or much of a brain at all. "They were not blessed with teachers the same way we were, naturally they will lack in discipline."

A smile twitched at my lips, the sheer effort in keeping it on my face was causing the muscles in my face to cramp.

"At least the tea is good." He told me.

"Yes," I replied smoothly. "Delightful."

I glared at my maid for her to stand back and not represent me badly again, although it was fairly obvious the man nit-picked and likely only wanted a chance to show me what a master at disciplining the staff he was. A man of all men.

"So, does this relationship make you the cousin of the former Queen?" I asked him calmly.

He shook his head with a slight obnoxious laugh that sounded like a rasp. "I am her brother, delicate thing."

This was the first time he addressed me so inappropriately and throughout our conversation would apparently become a standard.

Still my intrigue was plucked there. "Then forgive me if the question seems rude, but what relationship did she have with the King?

"Oh, he was in love with her..." He told me casually. "He never spent another minute with anyone else. Adored her from her hair to her feet, she was beautiful, a trait carried through the family."

"I see..." If his heart was stuck on this dead woman then why was he did he resist me and choose to sleep in a bed with that lowly entertainer, going through all the effort of dragging him back and making even with him...

"He wept when she died," He laughed suddenly. "I don't think he cried about anything else."

I frowned. That was both hard to imagine and concerning.

I could destroy Elpis, but it was hard to compete with the dead, frozen in all their glory, with grips on the heart that made so little sense to begin with.

"Yes, but of course she left him a son..."

"He does not seem close with that son."

"Yes, well, in all reality the child was almost as weak as the mother, which no one desires in a son. With time the thing will learn to please his father so that he may be respected."

"I see..." He spoke rather blasé, his assumptions annoying me, I got the rather distinct feeling that he knew less than he talked about and was less sure than his confidence suggested.

He scoffed derisively. "You look at me as though I do not know, I was and am the mans brother, in some form. Not to offend you, delicate one, but I've know far more than you were this palace is concerned."

I drew a deep breath.

"May I inquire, quite directly, what exactly you are visiting me for?" I posed the question politely, with an unashamedly impolite tone, my expression icy.

[Elpis's POV]

I clenched my eyes tight as I sank down on him uncontrollably, pleasure squeezing my chest like a weight, my hips causing me to tighten around him as I moved, sweat dripped from my nose, a breathless noise escaped my lips as he moved suddenly.

Dark eyes watching me from below, rolling over with the kind of fire that that seemed to be in endless supply, a look that was nothing less than lecherous. I could barely breath when he suddenly pulled me up and let me sink back down again, my hands trembling as they landed on his chest.

He angled me up again, the strength that that took from that position of lying down beneath me made me shudder to think about, the feeling alone enough to stir an uncontrollable heat within me.

"Wait- Wait I-" I could barely finish the word before he shifted forwards violently and ground hard deep inside me and I gritted my teeth, the pleasure that nearly stung me with its claws, so sharp and sudden that it was nearly cruel.

I gasped in a broken language and stopped myself from falling with my hands on his chest, unable to move them.

He had his revenge, the silk bindings firmly tightened around my own wrists, unable to move them apart I could not properly pull back, take back any control as he thrust deep enough to cause stars to twinkle in my head. Or perhaps there was a way and my lust-addled brain was too distracted to think of it.

My legs felt weak, my breathing erratic, my face flushed and my neck hot.

I could see his eyes glazed over, burning holes into my skin as he watched me struggle from underneath me, I saw the way they missed my gaze and landed instead on the marks still healing on my chest.

I shut my eyes, trying not to look, trying to decrease my awareness, but it seemed as though every thrust was increasingly more cruel, and the litany of startled moans that escaped me could only appear to support it.

"Please..." I begged.

He bared his teeth, his hand running up my chest and pinching the rosy skin. "Make yourself clear."

I initially opened my mouth to speak but the sudden sharp thrust that compounded into a series of them, so fast that all my breath escaped at once.

I cried out, the curve angling his cock directly where it needed to go, grinding hard against the spongey sensitive skin that sent my arms into a spasm, my eyes fluttering wide, my lips parted, a startled cry frozen on my lips. I nearly fell forward, trying to hold onto something with my wrists bound. That level of control was missing and my brain wasn't able to keep up with it.

"Be clear..." He growled again, his hand slipping around me, forcing me close so that he could speak directly into my ear.

I shook my head. I couldn't. My mind was going blank, the crushing pleasure overwhelming me.

"P- Please..." I gasped, my voice a broken rasp, but I no longer knew what I was begging for.

What had I even wanted to ask? I thought to myself with some frustration.

By the time we climaxed I was shivering, the pleasure had sunk down into my bones, the climax not fully bringing me free of it, still hot and shaking and my head spinning, my muscles taut and tense, the seed from his cock spilling into me, I could feel it dripping down onto his own thighs, the sound alone of me rocking uncontrollably down onto him still was enough to make my face burn.

His hand spread out on my chest as he watched me, my chest rising and falling dramatically, my face wet with tears, my throat felt raw.

My skin was too sensitive, the slight buzz of pleasure still ongoing, yet in all my flushed shame I continued helplessly rocking down on him.

The pleasure on Demosthenes face was more than just a simple one, a deep gleaming satisfaction, that he had fully and utterly distracted me.

I closed my eyes briefly, trying to wrestle my heart back into submission.

"Did you..." I tried to remember one of my questions. "Did you do anything to Thera? Will you marry her?"

Demos blinked slowly from underneath me, then scoffed slowly.

"How could I marry an engaged woman?"

The words filtered through slowly, my tired thighs aching as I slowed down, my face still flushed and hair a mess. "Engaged?" I asked, feeling disorientated in my disassociated haze.

There was a glimmer of diabolical humour in his terribly attractive hooded eyes.

[A/N]  I've been very busy....('。｀) I wrote an extra chapter to make up for last weeks missing update, it's an independent chapter but I warn you all it's not my best. It's on patreon, linked in the hyperlink, and it will be viewable to the public for a week! 

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