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The palace had gone quiet hours ago.
Papers covered Bloom's desk in uneven stacks, some neatly ordered, others pushed aside in in favor of more pressing matters. Reports, petitions, revisions and all of them were urgent.
Pressing her fingers briefly against her temple, as if that might force the tension out, there were still half a dozen documents left that couldn’t wait until morning. She shifted in her chair, her shoulders stiff from sitting too long in the same position.
Bloom had stopped keeping track of the time somewhere between the third report of a demon sighting in the northern mountains and the letter from the council of Linphea's foreign minister, which had been long and full of words that ultimately meant no.
In return, she had written a response that was equally long and full of words that meant try again, and she had felt briefly satisfied about it until the next document had slid into its place.
The only sounds in her office were the scratching of her pen, the faint shifting of the fire in the hearth and the occasional gust of wind against the high windows. Domino's nights were cold even in late spring, something she'd never quite gotten used to that, even after two years.
She blinked, once, then again, forcing her focus back onto the page. It was taking longer than it should have. Everything was taking longer than it should have.
Bloom was still staring at those same trade projections, the numbers blurring at the edges of her tired eyes, when the door opened.
“I thought I said I don't want to be disturbed,” she said.
She didn't look up right away from her work. At this hour it would be one of the palace maids, checking whether she wanted tea or the dinner she'd forgotten to eat.
“Whatever it is, you can leave it on the table,” she added, her voice absent, already reaching for the next page of the proposed agreement King Teredor had sent.
But when only silence met her, she looked up, irritation already settling in, sharp and tired. The quicker she finished this, the quicker she could go to bed, though at this point it would only be for a handful of hours before she had to be up again.
Valtor stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms loosely crossed, watching her with that expression she had never quite managed to decipher, calm and unhurried and faintly, insufferably entertained.
For a moment, Bloom just looked at him. He looked, which was deeply annoying and she resented it, good. She forgot, sometimes, in the business of everything else, how completely he could hold her attention when he chose to.
Tall, dark and unreasonably, almost offensively beautiful, all sharp angles and easy confidence. His clothes fit him too well, even though they were his preferred maroon-colored jacket, the violet vest over a white ruffled shirt and knee-high boots, the way the garments were tailored to his frame was just... unfair.
And he was wearing leather gloves. Fitted leather gloves, the kind that she knew were made from black dragon-hide and were custom-made for his hands. They must have cost more than her entire wardrobe, and they were magnificent.
Her stomach flipped, a familiar pull that lingered just a fraction longer than she would have liked before she forced it down, burying it under the dozen other things she was currently dealing with. She was very practiced at shoving down that particular thing, had two years to get good at it.
"You're early," she said. Her voice came out even, which she was grateful for. "I wasn't expecting you for another week."
"I know." He pushed off the doorframe and stepped inside, letting the door fall shut behind him with a soft click. He didn't offer anything else, no explanation or apology. "Did you miss me?"
She tracked the movement, her eyes following him as he crossed the room, looking for something she knew she wouldn't find. There was not even a trace of whatever he’d been doing showing on him. As if the past weeks had been uneventful.
Valtor had been very visible in Magix. Meetings with members of the Council, discussions and consultations about matters that required his particular expertise. As her appointed advisor, acting with her authority in matters she could not attend to personally, his presence there was very public.
At the same time, a fire had broken out in Callisto’s royal library. It had been contained quickly and the damage described as regrettable but limited. Even so, the list of what had been lost had been… specific.
Ancient spellwork. Ritual texts. Books that had survived generations, only to be reduced to ash in the span of a single night.
She'd read the news, thinking about what a convenience it was that Valtor had been visibly, verifiably present in the dimension's most watched city while spells vanished on the other side of it.
And then she had gone back to work, because there was nothing in it she could prove, or at least nothing she wanted to.
Bloom never pressed him on things like this, not because she wasn’t curious or because it didn’t matter, but he would tell her nothing she hadn’t already worked out for herself. Whatever he'd been doing, whatever he'd taken and why, she would find out when he decided she should find out, and not a moment before.
That was simply the nature of him, and she had made her peace with it, mostly, in the same way she had made her peace with a lot of things where Valtor was concerned.
Her eyes settled back on his, “I assume you had a productive trip.”
The corner of his mouth curved, just slightly. "I made good use of my time, yes."
That told her nothing, they both knew it, and he looked entirely unbothered by that fact. She held his gaze for a moment longer, then looked back down at her desk.
"I'm sure you did, Valtor," she sighed, pushing Teredor's proposal toward him. "Well, since you're back already, I could need your help here. I've been trying to get through this for the last two hours. In the third clause, Andros requests-"
She didn’t get any further.
“I’ve heard a delegation from Isis arrived today,” Valtor interrupted her. He had crossed the room while she was talking and was now standing on the other side of her desk with his hands clasped behind his back.
Bloom let him. Valtor hadn't come back early because his business in Magix had finished ahead of schedule, nor was it a coincidence that he'd arrived at the same time as Isis’s delegation.
“They’re requesting an audience with you,” he continued, raising a single gloved finger. Her eyes were drawn to it instantly and she felt the blush creep up to her ears as her panties grew wet.
Bloom leaned back in her chair, "What do they want this time?"
She had spent the entire day in this room, the doors closed, instructions given that she was not to be disturbed unless absolutely necessary. Whatever had reached the rest of the palace hadn't yet reached her, nor was she surprised that he already knew.
“They intend to present their proposal again,” he replied. “Assuming my sources are accurate, they seem optimistic.”
Her head tipped back for a moment before she straightened, already tired of the conversation, and her gaze drifted to the stack of unopened correspondence at the edge of her desk.
“Optimistic,” she repeated. “I’ve already refused them. What exactly do they think is going to be different this time?"
Unhurried, Valtor's attention slid over the clutter before returning to her, "A more receptive audience, presumably. They’ve come all this way to negotiate with you.”
“They're nothing if not persistent,” Bloom muttered as she looked up to him. "I don’t know why they think I'd agree to that military agreement. It's vague enough that it could be read as Domino committing to their conflicts regardless of cause or provocation. I'm not signing anything with that kind of open-ended obligation written into it."
“I know,” he said, though there was nothing particularly sympathetic in it. “But you should hear them out. The duke of Isis is a powerful man, one you shouldn't dismiss lightly. And with his close ties to King Erendor… that's not a relationship to risk over a conversation you find tiresome, Bloom."
Bloom’s fingers tapped once, twice, against the desk before she stilled them. She already knew all of this. That was the problem. She hated that Valtor was right, that for the last two years he'd been right about all the things she didn't want him to be right about.
The ducal family of Isis was one of the oldest and richest in the Magic Dimension and now with Princess Diaspro's marriage to Sky their standing had only elevated further.
And Domino was still young, reborn. Its borders were secure, its people thriving, but its place among the other realms was still negotiable.
Old alliances had to be rebuilt from the ground up, trade routes dead for two decades had to be restored, and the rest of the Magical Dimension had to be convinced that a kingdom once reduced to a frozen wasteland, and now ruled by a young queen, was worth taking seriously.
Eraklyon, with its influential politics, was exactly the kind of ally Domino couldn’t afford to offend. And the family of its future queen would, inevitably, have a say in how that relationship took shape.
Bloom knew all of that, she just didn’t have to like it.
“I’ll meet with them tomorrow,” she said after a moment, the words coming out flat. “Apparently, I have no way around it.”
Valtor inclined his head slightly, as if he hadn't already anticipated her answer. "How gracious of you, your Majesty."
Bloom’s jaw tightened. With anyone else, her royal title would have been a show of deference, but with him it felt too insincere to mistake for genuine respect.
He looked back at her with an expression of such perfectly composed neutrality that it was its own kind of provocation.
"Don't," she warned.
"I haven't said anything." The corner of his mouth moved, just slightly.
“They’ll be insufferable,” she added then. “They always are.”
“A small price to pay for stability,” he said, brushing past her irritation entirely.
Bloom exhaled slowly. “Oh, I hate this.”
That earned her a faint curve of his lips. “The duke has been trying to get a binding commitment since the day you took the throne. Tell him it's too broadly written to be workable and offer a revised version. He'll push back, you'll negotiate and eventually you'll arrive at something you can both agree on."
She listened, but part of her attention kept slipping, focusing instead on the on the way his voice carried, the way he spoke and moved.
"I know that," she said, with more edge than she intended but she was too tired to care. “You really want this to go through, don't you?”
Valtor tilted his head, considering her before he said at last, “I want Domino to be difficult to ignore."
“That’s not an answer, Valtor," she sighed, leaning forward just slightly.
“It’s the only one you’re getting.” He gave a slight, almost careless lift of one shoulder.
Bloom’s lips pressed into a thin line. She held his gaze this time, longer than before, as if waiting to see whether he’d give her anything more if she just… didn’t look away. He didn't.
"Alright, is there anything else?" she asked.
Valtor didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, his attention drifted slowly across her desk, over the uneven stacks of parchment, the open documents, the notes written in margins that had gotten smaller as the night went on.
“You’re behind on your correspondence,” he said at last.
“I noticed.” Her gaze didn’t waver, even if she'd stopped playing with the pen in her hand.
“And tired," he added.
“I noticed that too," she countered.
A beat passed, then he reached out and nudged the stack on the far side of her desk with gloved two fingers. “You’ve let all of these sit untouched. They require an answer sooner rather than later.”
Bloom’s gaze flicked to the stack on the far side of her desk and her jaw tightened slightly.
“I was getting to them, eventually” she said, though there was no real conviction behind it. Her hand moved, indicating the document in front of her. “This takes priority now.”
There was a pause.
"If you've come back just to stand in my office and point out everything I haven't done yet," she said,"you're welcome to leave again."
The words came out with less heat than she'd intended, and she was aware, even as she said them, that she didn't mean them, not even slightly, and that he knew that just as well as she did.
Valtor didn't leave, or even looked particularly moved by her suggestion. What he did was move, he stepped away and circled around the side of her desk until he came to a stop behind her chair.
She could feel him there, and it made it harder to think clearly.
“You’ve been working here all day…” When he spoke again, his voice was lower, “You must be tired, Bloom.”
His hand, the gloves cool at first, slid into her hair, fingers threading through it with an ease and her eyes almost fell closed at that first touch.
When his fingers brushed a loose curl away from her face, the leather grazing lightly against her skin, a shiver traced its way down her spine before she could stop it and she leaned into the touch.
Later, she could imagine that the touch of the gloves was his own skin, instead.
He drew her head back gently, tipping her chin up until she was looking at him from below, his face above hers. Through the drag of her fatigue he looked almost fond.
There was something in his expression that she didn't have a safe name for and wasn't going to try to find one for right now, not with his hand in her hair and her neck bared.
It was hard to speak in this position, so she hummed instead, "Hm, yes."
He held her there a moment longer, and then he guided her head gently to the side, "Ah, the usual then."
His other hand came to her neck, pressing his thumb into the tense muscle at the base of it, finding the exact place where the tension had made a home.
"My bone-tired, exhausted queen." There was something in his voice that wasn't quite mockery and wasn't quite tenderness but lived, infuriatingly, right between the two. "Taking on too much, as you are wont to do."
She would have argued that if his fingers hadn't found a particularly stubborn knot just below her shoulder blade at precisely that moment.
His hand shifted again, working lower along her back, easing the tension there in a way that made it difficult to focus on anything else.
“Always working,” Valtor said quietly, like he found it both entirely predictable and remarkable anyway. “Even when you should rest.”
Bloom let out a slow breath, and she murmured. “I don’t have that luxury."
“No, you don't,” he agreed easily. “But even if you did, I know you well enough by now to know you wouldn’t take it.”
The kiss he pressed to her shoulder was soft and barely there, just the barest brush of his lips against the curve of it, there and gone before she'd fully registered it was happening.
"Isn't it fortunate, then," he continued, his voice dropping further, close enough now that she could feel the warmth of him behind her, “that I chose to return early.”
She didn't trust herself to answer that.
“Tell me, do you need me, my dear Bloom?” He ran his thumb along her jaw, gentle and soothing. "Shall I help you find some relief?"
"Valtor," Her breath caught on his name, months’ worth of lust and a growing mountain of fantasies surfacing all at once.
"You only have to ask." He bent down, and she felt his mouth at her ear, teeth catching the shell of it. "Ask me, and it's yours."
"Please…" She leaned into his touch, letting her cheek press against the warmth of his palm as he caressed her cheek so delicately that her eyes fluttered shut.
"Oh no, my dear." Valtor scolded, clicking his tongue, thumb stilling against her jaw, "You'll have to do better than that... You know what to do."
“You’re insufferable.” She opened her eyes to glare at him, though there was no real heat in it, the words desperate even to her own ears.
She knew what he wanted. He was infuriatingly consistent about that particular game, and she had always given in it to him, eventually.
The sound that left her was somewhere between a breath and a complaint, pulled out of her by the specific frustration of being this close and being made to wait anyway.
His eyes were still trained on her face, and when he registered her reaction, he rewarded her with another brush of his hand. The gloves were soft and warm, when they trailed across her cheekbone.
“Touch me, Valtor,” she said finally, the plea falling from her tongue, wondering how she'd gotten to this point, craving the attention of the sorcerer who had once tried to kill her. “Please, touch me.”
"Hm," he murmured, his voice was all mock concern, soft and completely insufferable. "Was that so hard, my dear?"
“You’re enjoying this,” she accused him half-heartedly.
Valtor’s gaze didn’t shift from her face and there was no hesitation in his answer, “Immensely.”
Bloom let out a quiet breath, her fingers tightening briefly against the arm of the chair before she forced them to loosen again, “You’re not going to make this easy, huh?”
Valtor’s thumb paused for a fraction of a second, before resuming its slow movement.
“No,” he said. “That would defeat the purpose.”
His hand twisted in her hair slightly, the new angle left her with little choice but to look at him, her focus narrowing in a way that made everything else feel distant and irrelevant.
“Would you ever slow down,” he asked, his voice dropping further, “if I didn’t tell you to, my love? If I didn’t put you on your back? Or bend you over your desk?”
Her answer didn’t come immediately.
“No,” she admitted at last, the word barely more than a breath.
Valtor’s mouth curved, “I didn’t think so. You're predictable in that regard, but that's why you have me as your advisor.”
"Lucky me," she said, and didn't entirely manage to keep the feeling out of it.
For a moment, something flashed in his silver eyes that made her chest feel like it was filled with butterflies.
Then he moved, his hand shifting from her face to her shoulder instead, and she felt the gentle pressure of him guiding her upward until she was on her feet.
Wetness had gathered between her legs, sticky along the edges of her cunt and sliding against her thighs as she twisted against Valtor's body. He was hard already, his cock a heavy length against her lower back, and she ground her own hips backward.
A groan vibrated through his throat as his hands fisted the skirt of her dress, and pulled until it was pulled over her head. She whined when his touch left her momentarily, only for him to unclasp her bra, fingers hooked around one strap and with another nudge dropped the entire garment to the floor.
When he slid one hand around the front of her and palmed her cunt, her whole body went tense. He held her for a moment, gripping her tight, before pushing her soaked underwear to one side and sliding one gloved finger through her folds.
She shuddered as he dragged her wetness over her swollen clit, the smooth leather coated in her juices lighting up every nerve in her body as he rubbed in gentle circles.
“Is this what you need? Do you want my lips here?” He flicked her clit slightly and her eyes widened once again, a whimper resonating deep in her throat, and he pushed a single finger inside her cunt, not moving other than to curl it up.“Or my fingers here? Feel them stretching deep inside you?”
“Yes, no-” she panted, dropping her head back and onto his shoulder, working her cunt against him as pleasure twisted low in her abdomen.
He added a second finger, sliding back toward her entrance. His cock was hard against her ass, and he ground it against her.
“Or maybe, you want my thumb here.” He pressed his thumb against her asshole. “Which is it, love? Hmm?”
Bloom whined, her voice lost somewhere in the heady atmosphere.
Valtor’s hand came down against her clit, her spine arching as she felt the line boarding between pain and pleasure. “Use your words, darling."
“I need…” It took her several breaths to own up to the confession. “I need your cock inside me.”
She could feel him smirking against her hair before pulling away and bringing them to her parted lips. She opened for him, taking the dark leather around her tongue, tasting her own heady scent.
“Don’t worry, darling,” he exhaled. “I know exactly what you need. Just let me…"
Her heart skipped a beat when the tip of his finger traced the fabric of her panties, dragging the lacy material down over the curve of her ass with such slowness that had her whimpering until she was fully naked before him.
She heard the soft sound of the chair moving behind her, and then he was sitting in it himself, unfastening his belt, the click noise of the buckle provoking a response of heat shooting straight to her cunt.
Slowly she heard him unbutton his trousers, undoing just enough to pull out his rigid cock, and she squirmed, her back arching in a silent request, “Valtor, please."
He huffed out another laugh, the sound causing her cunt to throb in anticipation, “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”
Valtor's hands found her waist from behind, stilling her wriggling, and she didn’t resist, her body yielding as he settled her onto his lap, her back to his front.
His arm remained around her waist, keeping her in place with ease, while the other hand returned to her face, thumb brushing once more along her jaw before trailing lower.
“Better,” Valtor cooed, close to her ear.
She bit back a gasp when she felt the heat of him draw close as he settled his entire length against the seam of her sex.
Her eyes peered down the slope of her body, watching as the head of his cock spread apart her lips, glistening with her arousal as he rocked leisurely back and forth, the titillating sensations enough to drive her to madness.
Gods, if he kept this up she would surely combust from the suspense alone.
With a swift placement of a gloved palm against her back, he was lining her dripping folds with his cock and pushed inside of her with a hard grip on her hips.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped with her eyes shutting close as her cunt adjusted to his size, feeling the sharp pain morphing into warm pleasure as he sank inch by inch inside of her until he was fully seated. Her hands flew to grasp his thighs, feeling the pure solid muscle straining the fabric of his trousers as she braced herself. “This feels so good.”
“Shh, love,” Valtor tutted softly as he stilled inside her, languidly plucking at a rosy nipple while she fought against squirming on his lap.
Each muscle in her thigh pulsed with restraint. Her body was rigid, wrought with tension. His cock, thick and hot, was nestled snugly inside her cunt, pushing up against the spongy patch against her front wall.
“Valtor,” she begged, trying to push her hips forward but his hand held her in place. “Please, let me move.”
“No, darling, I want to feel you,” he said. “I want to feel your warmth around my cock while I take care of the correspondence you’ve been neglecting. You, on the other hand, are going to sit still… and to relax.”
Her breath came to a stuttering halt as she finally understood his intention.
“No,” she tried to protest, “I thought-”
“I don’t want you to think about anything right now," Valtor interrupted smoothly, his voice low at her ear. "I just want you to think about how your cunt is stuffed full of my cock, and nothing else.”
Bloom knew better than to argue.
Valtor's patience was one of the most infuriating things about him, deep and bottomless, he would keep her here exactly as long as it suited him, and not a moment less, and no amount of begging on her part would ever change that.
There was nothing to do now but wait. Wait while he worked, wait and be still and be good, and eventually, when he decided she had waited long enough, he would reward her for it.
If Bloom could only rock her hips as she was impaled on his lap… Slightly, ever so slowly, she tilted her pelvis upward.
“Sit still,” Valtor scolded, casually moving one of his arms over to where the pile of unopened letters was sitting to start working on it, while his other hand rested almost tenderly on her stomach, idly massaging her sensitive skin there.
With that simple movement, she was completely caged by his larger frame, and it felt comforting to feel so blissfully full and safe in his arms while she watched as he opened up the first of the many letters that needed to be answered.
She tried to empty her mind, calling forth thoughts of anything but the deep stretch and warmth spreading through her core, leaning back against his broad chest. His vest felt soft against her bare back, but its golden buttons were cool against her skin, the contrast making it all the more tantalizing.
“Just relax for me, Bloom,” he cooed, his breath tickling the skin of her neck. “And when I finish my work, I promise I’ll fuck you properly.”
Her heart sped up at the thought, a whine bubbled at the back of her throat.
She felt his gloved hand slowly working downwards to where their bodies were joined, drawing patterns on the inside of her thighs with the wetness that escaped from her, his smirk widening whenever he felt her legs twitching in frustration.
Bloom wanted to writhe and grind her hips into his until her vision went white and spots formed in her periphery. She wanted to gasp and moan as she combusted, shattering into a million little pieces of bliss while he kept her upright, supporting her like he always did.
She wanted to pulse and clench around him, walls fluttering frantically until he painted them white, mixing his fluids with hers. She watched it all play out in her mind’s eye, all too tempting and enticing.
The warmth of his body and the soft texture of his clothes against her naked skin almost made her lose her mind as she basked in the way he held her. She could feel every smallest twitch of his hard cock inside of her as he worked through the documents, but she stayed still even though she was dying for him to fuck her.
Bloom sank her teeth down on her lower lip and swallowed a moan that threatened to escape her throat when she felt his cock pulsing inside her tight walls.
Fuck... He really wasn’t going to go easy on her, was he?
“Not yet, darling,” he hummed, cutting off a petulant whine, the thick pad of his thumb ghosting against her folds. “Hush now, and I’ll take care of you afterwards.”
Valtor returned his attention to the stacked documents on her desk, working through her correspondence with a efficiency that she might have found impressive under other circumstance.
Patrol reports from Domino's northern mountain range, minor disputes between Sparx' citizens, merchant petitions waiting for settlements, he read through them once then drafted a response in her stead, adjusting his phrasing as needed: firm where necessary, diplomatic where it served and dismissive when it did not.
Bloom couldn’t be sure how much time had passed, it felt like an eternity and barely a moment at the same time, but she grew exceedingly aware of the difference between them.
Valtor was fully clothed, impeccable as he always was, dark gloves still fitted over his hands, one of which held her pen and the other now rested around her waist with a possessiveness that she doubted he was even conscious of, while she was stark naked, her clothes crumbled somewhere on the floor underneath her desk.
A distinctive stain of her arousal had spread all over his lap, his trousers soaked with it, a physical reminder of how badly she wanted him.
Valtor, on the other hand, seemed entirely unaffected. His focus remained sharp as he continued reading reports and signing away the steadily diminishing stack of letters, the rhythmic scratch of the pen against paper filling the quiet air between them.
Fuck, Bloom would do anything to be able to roll her hips and ground herself on his cock just as long as she got some form of release.
“I'm almost done, love,” he whispered to her ear while he cruelly shifted underneath her, leaning forward and dragging his hard cock slowly against her inner walls.
She could feel the way he was smirking as he buried his nose on her long hair. He was clearly enjoying himself as he tormented her, forcing her to fall apart in his lap with barely any stimulation, but she wouldn’t expect any less of a man like Valtor anyway.
While she could feel his cock stretching her walls and the gloved hand around her waist rubbing small circles into her skin, a flustered mess dripping all over him, Valtor was completely composed during his work.
She wished for his hand to move downward, and she had to stop herself from grabbing it and directing his touch where she needed it most.
Distracted by her thoughts, she hadn't noticed that the scratch of the pen had stopped, the last letter of the correspondence pushed aside.
“Tonight,” he murmured, a faint note of something almost amused threading through his voice, “you are truly restless, Bloom… Whatever am I going to do with you?"
His hand at her waist began to move, tracing a path upward over her exposed ribs, her stiff nipples until his gloved fingers came to rest at the column of her throat and then further still, curling around her jaw.
At the same time, his other hand found her wrist in a tight grip. She felt the press of each finger against the delicate skin above the pounding of her veins and knew he could feel it too.
“You never listen the first time, do you?” Valtor asked rhetorically. “You never just to do as you’re told.”
“Valtor…” she whined, the pleasure was burning, aching between her legs, and she needed more.
“I know, love,” he soothed, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “But you can take it.”
Bloom barely realized what was happening until Valtor rose from the chair in one fluid motion. The world tilted gently as he guided her forward and down, and her front met the surface of the desk, her red hair falling over her face like a curtain.
The new angle made her cry out, the depth of his cock nearly overwhelming, pushing back against him, and he hushed her. "Let me take care of you, my darling. You have nothing to fear.“
She felt the letters he'd just been working on beneath her, the edges of it pressing against her naked skin. Her correspondence, technically written in his hand and bearing her seal, the careful work of the last hour now crumpled softly beneath her.
There was something almost funny about that, she thought distantly, something very Valtor about it.
“Grip the edge of the desk and don’t move,“ he said softly and she stopped thinking about the letters entirely. With a soft jerk of his hips, a quiet moan came tumbling from her lips.
Bloom whimpered and tried to reach behind her to grab his hip, to keep him pressed flush against her, but he was quicker.
His hand came down on her ass, making her hiss at the sudden sting of pain, but his other hand caressed her inner thighs, sliding up just shy of where she wanted his touch the most, making her whimper and arch her back up further.
Valtor landed another blow on the opposite side.
She keened as the pain turned in a jolt of pleasure up her spine, surely sending a fresh wave of arousal to her core. He kicked her feet even wider as her thighs shook with the need for more.
“I said don't move, love,“ Valtor growled, thrusting into her just once, enough for her to release a shaky breath and tighten her grip on the edge of her desk.
"Valtor." His name came out muffled slightly against the wood. "Please, I'm ready for more."
She felt more than heard the quiet sound of amusement that moved through him. "Is that so?"
"I've relaxed," she insisted, which sounded considerably less convincing than she needed it to. "I have. I'm… I need more, please, I need-"
"No," he said simply, fucking her softly, sliding his cock through her folds just enough to have her out of breath before plunging back in.
"Valtor-" She clenched around him, his words pouring molten heat into her core. Everything was tightening, his hard length inside her was stretching her to her limits.
"Don't lie to me, darling." His thumb traced a slow circle at her hip, and she felt it through his gloves like a brand. "You are so, so easy to read. You're not ready yet."
"Patience," he said, punctuating each word with a thrust so deep she saw stars, "is a virtue, my queen."
"I hate you," she informed him as she slid further down until prone, splayed before him, hips tilted like an offering, a willing sacrifice.
"Mmm." He rocked her onto his cock, one slow drag, and whatever she had been planning to say next dissolved entirely. "No, you don't."
The leather of his gloves was soft and gentle as he trailed a finger down over her spine, a shudder racing through her. Her belly tightened at the feeling and she squirmed against him, trying to get just a little bit more sensation, but the tight grip on her hip stopped her.
Valtor was right, she didn't hate him.
But gods, she hated how patient he was and that he knew which of her buttons to press, in exactly the right order. She hated the way his touch was gentle on her skin and the way his words sank into her body. The way he praised her mind and her body, fed her and nourished her with things she never knew she needed nor wanted.
And most of all, she hated the way she knew the outcome would be worth it in the end because it always was. As frustrating and sometimes uncomfortable it was, he always made it worth it.
Bloom would fall apart, but only when he'd said so, when he was ready for her to break, and then she'd be flayed open, fully exposed, before he took the time and care to build her back together, better than what she'd started as. It was something only he could do, she'd learned quickly.
“Darling, you’re still too tense, too…rigid,” he sighed as he pressed a thumb to her lips and pushed it inside, joined by another finger, as she sucked them gently against her tongue, the taste of his leather gloves filling her senses and mingling with the scent of her own arousal.
Bloom bristled, frustrated.
Of course she was tense, of course she was rigid. She’d been impaled on his cock for gods only knew how long with the barest hint of stimulation. There was only the fullness inside of her and the ticklish feeling of pressed paper beneath her stomach, crinkling softly with every small movement.
He watched her, fingers stuffing her mouth, cock stuffing her cunt, his thorough attention was like another layer of heat searing her skin as he took in every detail of her trembling body as if she were the most stunning work of art he'd ever come across.
The constant, continuous pulsing and squeezing of her cunt around the thick length of his cock kept every hair raised and every muscled tensed. And she couldn't stop thinking about it, about the pleasure that was so close yet unattainably far.
He pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth until she was drooling on the leather, thighs burning as her muscles reached their limit. Her hips twitched, her breath hitching, weak moans start somewhere at the back of her throat but were muffled by his fingers.
“Valtor…“
“Oh, my love, shh-shh.” He leaned over her again, the hand on her hips sneaking beneath her to palm the lower part of her stomach, where just inside she was keeping his cock warm.
Bloom felt his hips pull back from her backside, his cock slowly slipping from her cunt, wetting her thighs, and she whined loudly as he continued to pull out of her until just the head of his cock rested inside.
She felt awfully empty, squeezing around nothing. He was torturous, though some little tickle in her brain reminded her that he'd always been that way.
“Are you going to listen now, love?" Valtor cooed, when he pulled his fingers free from her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva across her cheek. "Are you going to do what you’re told?”
Deep down, she knew that she should listen to him. He’d drag this out as long as he had to until she broke the way he wanted her to.
The truth was that she was exhausted. Bloom was bone-tired, the sort of tired that invaded her body before her mind, that made her bones ache. And she needed him to help her because she couldn't do it on her own.
Valtor always knew when her body was getting to the breaking point, but her mind was still screaming at her to go. And then he'd fuck it out of her.
In his arms, her thoughts stopped spinning. She didn’t have to climb, didn’t have to take. He simply gave her what she needed.
And after, he'd clean her up and stay with her until she'd fallen asleep from exhaustion, his fingers brushing along the nape of her neck, before he'd slip out of bed, gone before the night was over, leaving only the faint warmth where he had been.
Though sometimes Bloom would dream of a golden ring sparkling on her hand, its twin gleaming on his.
In her dreams, they'd lie in bed as the morning light streamed in, her red hair intertwined with his pale strands, his sinful mouth kissing her breathless, and her fingers tracing over the freckles scattered across his skin, something that had surprised her the first time she’d seen them.
But that was always just a dream, slipping through her fingers the moment she woke. Meanwhile, the rest of her realm expected her to find a husband.
A newly established queen, with her kingdom still finding its footing, was not meant to stand alone forever. Her other advisors spoke of alliances, stability and the importance of a marriage that would strengthen Domino’s position among the other planets.
At formal gatherings, Bloom allowed herself to be introduced to noble sons from wealthy families and second-born princes, offering smiles to the men who had been selected for her consideration. She spoke with them over too-long dinners and arranged meetings, discussing trade agreements, alliances and the future of their realms.
But she was haunted by Valtor's hot breath in her ear, the scrape of her nails along his shoulder blades, his face buried in her curls, the flex of his thighs when he pushed into her.
“Gods, that overworked mind of yours,” he said softly, his gloved hand cupping the back of her neck. The leather dug into the tight muscles and she groaned, her inner muscles squeezing again. “You’re still thinking, Bloom.”
“Yes,” she gasped, eyes closing at the feeling. “I'm… sorry.”
Suddenly, his hips were pressing flush against her backside again, his cock lodged deep inside of her. It both surprised her and caused her to yelp while all of the air rushed out of her lungs.
“Oh, fuck!“ She scrabbled at the desk underneath and digs her nails into the wood.
“Shh-shh," he soothed her in an adoring whisper. "You know you need to take it, darling.”
His thrusts were slow but deep, filling her with a tantalizing amount of pressure and force only possible by someone with experience like his, brushing his fingers over her spine and carefully watching the way she shuddered.
No sooner had he pulled out then he was collapsing back into her, causing a surprised moan to come out as more of a shout. He repeated this punishingly delicious pattern, pulling himself out with agonizingly slow movements only to sink fully into her immediately.
The feeling was both too much and not enough, the girth of his cock brushing against all of the sensitive spots along the walls of her cunt, but it was too teasing.
“Valtor, please…“ She tried to feel more but she couldn't, not at this pace.
He curled himself over her back, elbows pressed onto the wooden desk top, and leaned his forehead against her shoulder until she was completely enveloped by him.
“Just let go,” he mumbled against her neck. “Just let go, my love.”
Perhaps it was the weight of him, or the way he said her name, but she found herself helpless to do anything but what he wanted of her. As though her head caught up with her body and all of the thoughts that were tumbling around in her mind, all of her concerns, questions and worries seemed to vanish into thin air.
Bloom got lost in the sensations, her thoughts were finally quiet for the first time and she found herself drifting into bliss. There was nothing left to fight any longer, the only thing left to do was feel.
“There,” he breathed, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder, teeth nipping at her skin. “That's much better, my darling, now you’re exactly where I want you."
Pushing up off the desk, his hips slapped against her backside, now harder and faster, with more force. She could feel herself stretched so, so tight around him. His cock, broad and thick, filling her entirely.
“Valtor, ple-“ Her plea died out on a long, keening whine as he slid all the way out and then all the way back in, giving her less than a second to grieve the fullness before he set a punishing pace. Thrusting hard and heavy, their skin slapping with the pumping of his hips.
He reached out to grab a fistful of her hair to twist around his hand and force her head up. His arm wrapped around her waist, and then his front was pressed flush with her back, his pace never faltering.
The sounds of their tryst filled the room, and he offered her no mercy.
"Look in the mirror, love," Valtor murmured, voice wrecked with lust, and she had no choice but to see every explicit detail of their current position in the wide mirror hanging on the opposite wall facing her desk.
Bloom met his ravenous silver eyes in the reflection, a pleased smirk across his face, and she couldn’t tear her gaze from the vision in front of her.
And what a vision it was.
Valtor, still gorgeous and impeccable dressed, was single-minded in his determination, hips slamming against hers and long strands of pale hair falling into his too-handsome face. Goosebumps prickled across her skin as one hand cupped her breast, kneading the warm flesh and plucking at her nipple.
Gods, she wasn't sure that her pleasure was even her own, the way he dragged it from her body, pulling her up and into his arms, against him so that she was forced to see the differences between them, the way he absolutely dwarfed her.
“I want you to look at yourself,” he whispered. “Watch how perfect you look when I fuck you.”
Bloom wasn't sure if she recognized the young woman in the reflection: a deep flush spread from her throat to the high of her cheekbones, splotched cheeks and pink lips, brazen in the way she arched her back for the sorcerer behind her, her blue eyes glazed over with the sheer headiness of arousal.
Her lips were parted, her chest on full display, breasts jumping with each deep pump, nipples stiffened into aching peaks. His head was buried in her neck, silver eyes staring into hers.
She could see the outline of his cock against her stomach, thrusting in and out of her, as though the sound and pressure weren't enough, as though he wasn't already overwhelming her with sensation alone.
Arching her back to take him deeper, her hands reached behind her, grasping blindly for something, anything, to hold onto. She watched him in the mirror, his handsome face twisted in pleasure, and she had to admit that it was him, all of him, that she wanted.
“Fuck,” she moaned out as he thrust into her with every breath, filling her entirely. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Valtor!”
Bloom couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think beyond pressing her hips back against him every time his cock filled her. She met him, thrust for thrust, feeling more and more lightheaded with every second that passed.
Through the mirror, she saw the expression of pure ecstasy that Valtor wore, the adoration in his gaze as he stared down at her naked figure. The sight was heady as if she was seeing it from an entirely different view than her own.
“My darling,” Valtor gritted out, pushing into her harder, his thighs smacking against her ass. “Queen Bloom of Domino, fucked out and dripping… just for me.”
The slick, wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, each thrust rocking her forward against his grip. Her reflection looked debauched, mouth open, hair sticking to her damp cheeks, tits bouncing.
“More,” she whined, and a chuckle vibrated within his chest.
“What I wouldn’t give you, my love,” he sighed, fingertips digging into her flesh, his arm around her waist holding her close. "I'll never let go of you, Bloom."
Bloom watched him in the reflection, and she couldn’t imagine witnessing anything more beautiful than the sight that was right in front of her, or behind her. His hair was slightly messy and his cheeks were tinted pink as he bit down hard on his own lip.
He could steal the breath from me and I wouldn’t care, she thought as his cock slammed into her repeatedly, stretching her over and over again.
Her thighs and neck burned, every muscle screaming for release. It was too much, yet not enough, an addictive mix beyond delight. There was nothing left to give, her rapturous mewling tapering off into quiet gasps.
Valtor drew her to him, the expanse of her naked flesh almost at breaking point. He ran his tongue along her ear in one, languid stripe and purred, “I’m not finished with you, darling.”
It was like slipping through a dream, plummeting from one reality to the next. His hands were everywhere, mouth pressing and sucking at her shoulders, her neck, her hair.
With a sound that she could only describe as a growl, Valtor pulled her hips back as he thrust into her. Bloom began to feel lightheaded, the room spinning and her vision blurring while he fucked her with such force that his cock brushed against that spot that had her seeing white.
“Please,” she begged, resting her head against his shoulder, tilting and exposing the column of her throat, her breasts bouncing beneath his ravenous gaze.
Hungry kisses marked along her jaw to her ear, he murmured dirty words of praise to her, dragging her down deeper and deeper until all she could do was submit herself to the pleasure.
She stared at her own reflection, cheeks flushed red as each gasping breath left her in a fluttery moan. The way his greedy hand followed the contours of her body until his fingers met the slick flesh between her thighs.
Bloom's gaze never left him in their reflection, a glimmer in his eye when he found her swollen clit. Her knees practically buckled, seeing stars as Valtor's fingers moved fast and his cock continuously stroked that delicious spot, that had her whimpering with each thrust.
"Gods, yes, yes-” She screamed as her cunt fluttered around him, trying to draw him deeper, to keep him there.
His other hand dug into her waist, bruising her. His breathing was ragged by now, and that was what she wanted, for him to be right there with her, overcome, overwhelmed, his thrusts coming faster and rougher as he lost control.
She needed to come… needed him to come.
"Valtor-"
“That’s it, look at how beautiful you are when I fill your perfect cunt, when you are right where you belong,” Valtor whispered in her ear, breath hot against her feverish skin. “You might rule over Domino, but I rule over you, isn’t that right, Bloom darling?”
The words injected her desire with gasoline and she could feel her arousal and wetness practically dripping from between her thighs.
“Fuck- yes.” Bloom relished in the face of ecstasy she saw before her.
“Go on then,” he told her, lips brushing over the column of her neck. “I know you want to… come, love.”
A full-body shudder racked through her at that, her walls clamping down on his length as she watched herself be used by him through the dark veil of her drooping eyelashes, well aware she never stood a chance.
“Oh.” Her breath caught, a spike of pleasure shooting through her core, and when he increased the pressure on her clit, she grew even more tense. “Right there, right there…”
With his suit rough against the naked skin of her back and his hand buried between her legs, she couldn’t feel anything but him.
Valtor was everywhere, his lips on her skin, his arms around her body and his cock in her cunt, and she was more than happy to be caught in his grip.
The thrusts grew harder, grinding against the sensitive spot inside her cunt in tandem with deliriously wonderful circles around her clit. It felt like she couldn't breathe, her lungs pulling in air as fast as she could.
Valtor used his new rhythm to bring Bloom to a beautiful undoing. Pleasure was mounting, growing, twisting, and she began to shake from the impending force of it.
“Take it. Take what you need, love." His silver eyes almost seemed to glow as he watched her tremble. The words felt like lightning, shooting straight adrenaline through her already short circuiting nerves.
Bloom received every thrust in dazed ecstasy. She was filled, she was shaking, she was caught and split open and used, and she was going to come.
Every time she lifted her eyes to watch him fuck into her with hungry fervor, the leather gloves, the scent of her drenched sex … she was melting before him.
“Oh, Valtor, please. I-,” she sobbed. Her head was filled with static, pleasure washing over everything else, pulling her closer and closer to the edge.
Her orgasm came all at once, the only thing holding up her trembling body was Valtor’s arm around her waist, his fingers guiding her through the shatter, pressing and circling her clit, pleasure flashing through her. Waves of it pulled her in every direction, but he held her tight enough to keep her grounded.
A strangled scream tore from her throat, body convulsing around him, cunt clenching down so hard he hissed through his teeth, but he did not slow even for a moment.
"Is this what you needed?" Valtor asked, yanking her down, spearing her on his cock. "A nice, long orgasm on my cock? Is this what you've been craving, darling?"
Shuddering in bliss, she replied with an incoherent moan. She was panting, slumped into him, the world blurred into whiteness.
Her vision was hazy, her heart pounding as he fucked her through her orgasm. Pleasure burned and she burned with it, the flames spiking higher every time he brought her down on his cock, plunging into her cunt with filthy noises.
Tiny, whimpering noises spilled past her lips, her body shuddering from head to toe, curled against his chest as he gave her no mercy. Her release rolled into overstimulation, every thrust pushing her higher despite the sensitivity.
Bloom whimpered, clawing at his forearm, “Valtor, please– too much…”
“No, love, not enough,” he snapped, pounding her hard, his jaw clenched in restraint even as his cock disappeared into her again and again. "You'll take me until I'm done."
His fingers drew small circles on her clit, and he gave her no reprieve as he resumed, stirring up the embers of desire as he began to move once more. Bloom wailed out his name as he teased, pulled and plucked at her body, the pleasure bordering on pain.
Every nerve, every muscle pulsed as he took from her overstimulated body. “Now, tell me again. Who does this perfect little cunt belong to?”
“Yours,” she surrendered in a broken sob, the wave of arousal cresting, “Yours, yours, Valtor, I’m yours.”
His ragged groan resonated through her as he bit down on her neck, and then his lips brushed over the shell of her ear, "Be good now, be sweet for me, my Bloom. You're so beautiful when you come for me, let me see it again.”
Her second orgasm felt impossibly close and her moans matched the sound of Valtor's harsh, panting breaths, both lost in the throws of sheer bliss.
“I can’t, I can’t–” She gasped, her back bowing against his chest.
“Yes, you can," he groaned, his voice breaking with the effort. “You’re taking me so perfectly, look at us.”
Bloom caved at his command, stars sparkling in her vision as the euphoria finally overwhelmed her. Her core clenched down on his cock like a vice, the white noise ringing in her ears nearly blocking out the sound of his pleasured moan.
Then, Valtor tensed above her, his hips powering through a couple of more thrusts, brutal, devastating, before he stilled and he found his own release with a gasp of her name.
Her climax continued to ebb on, pulling at the last dregs of that fire Valtor had stoked within her, leaving her wired as waves of pleasure continued to race down her spine and deep into her toes while he twitched and rocked against her.
"Oh! Oh fuck-" All thoughts tumbled off the edges of her mind, pouring scorching heat into her belly. The world was spinning, drawn taut at the edges, and she couldn't hold onto a single thought for more than a second.
"Shhh, that’s it, ride it out for me," he soothed in a low growl while they both came down from their orgasm.
His silver eyes drank in every minute expression on her face through the reflection as she collapsed against his chest to feel the crashing waves of her pleasure gradually turning into aftershocks.
Bloom's entire body ached, draining what little energy she had left until even holding her head up felt like too much effort. If it weren’t for Valtor supporting her body, she was fairly certain she would have already collapsed into a heap on the floor.
Stars danced behind her eyes as she slowly came down from her orgasm. Valtor was bent over her, kissing his way up her neck to the underside of her jaw and murmuring words of adoration into her skin that she barely heard.
For the next minutes, Bloom closed her tired eyes and felt herself relaxing in a boneless bliss as Valtor kept her safe in his arms, trying to regain their breathing with slow, deep gasps.
His hot breath fanned across her shoulder blades, his hips still rocking against her as his cock softened and finally slipped from her body, releasing his come to trickle down her legs, and she shivered when he ran a finger along her inner thighs.
“You've done so well, darling, just hold onto me,” Valtor whispered one last command, and she drew on her last strength to remain standing as his arms looped around her knees and shoulders to lift her effortlessly.
With a sigh, Bloom sank into his embrace, her tired hands toying with the ends of his hair as her cheek rested against his chest, the fabric of his vest soft and the leather of his gloves smooth against her skin where he held her.
Hovering at the edge of sleep, she felt the motion of him carrying her, the rhythm of his footsteps as he crossed the room to the door that connected her office to her bedroom, the familiar smell of him enveloping her.
Carefully, Valtor lowered her to her bed, his fingers sweeping back the locks of tangled hair from her face, "Sleep now, my love."
Soft sheets caressed her naked skin, floating in the abyss she was aware of fingers stroking over her hair and a soft kiss pressed against her temple so light it barely happened at all.
“Stay…” she murmured, the words slipping out. “Stay with me tonight.”
She thought she heard him say something in return, very low and very quiet, his voice close in the dark, but she was already too far gone to catch it.
Exhausted, Bloom stopped fighting the pull of it, her body finally giving in as the last threads of awareness slipped away, and allowed the darkness to devour her.