A Royal Lesson

Author's Notes: Along with the warnings listed outside, we also have kinky use of status spells. Enjoy!

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A Royal Lesson


"…just saying that a classy lady like you is basically a… a romantic, that's all. I'm not saying it's a bad thing!"

Jansen Friedh Numara, first and likely only king of the free ocean states, sat at the foot of the royal bed with a pained and frantic expression on his face. He flailed his hands wildly, as though that somehow lent weight or validity to his attempts at argument. Ming simply watched him cooly, arms folded. She knew full well that if she said nothing, he'd just keep talking, and eventually he'd stop making any sense whatsoever. Sometimes that was quite sweet and endearing. Sometimes it simply exasperated her. At the moment, she wasn't even paying that much attention.

In all honesty, it had started with a simple and offhand remark. Some small comment about how he'd never imagined himself married to a 'good girl'. She had laughed at that, and teased him back, but when she asked for clarification…

And while it was true that it was most often Jansen who initiated intimacy, and was far more boisterous and active in letting her know when he desired attention, she hardly considered herself passive or docile in the bedroom. She simply enjoyed it when Jansen took the lead. She felt…wanted and desired and worshipped. And to be perfectly fair, he did have a wealth of experience while she had only had a partner for half of a year.

"I'd never have considered you to be one of those men who believes all that foolishness about women and passivity in the bedroom." Her voice was calm and without affect and she wore her queen's mask.

"What? No! Geeze, come on, I know just how crazy the ladies like to get. I wasn't making a general thing, just…you. And I wasn't saying that I wasn't happy, or anything…I am really, really happy! I love what we do! And…everything you do to me, and…let me do to you and….that doesn't matter because I am so not getting anything for a long time, am I?" Jansen buried his face in his hands and groaned in frustration. She knew he had no complaints in the bedroom. And she knew he had been attempting to express ideas perhaps more complex than he had the words for. She wasn't angry with him, but she certainly couldn't allow him to forget just what she was. A powerful woman who commanded thousands, a queen who had reigned without break for a millennium. And he, of all people, should remember what her serene and demure public exterior contained.

"Jansen…" A slight frostiness to her tone, a slight arch to her eyebrow. She took a step forward, her hands coming down to flex at her sides. "Now is not a time for making assumptions."

"Um…." If there had been fear - true fear - in his eyes, Ming would have stopped. But there was nothing but confusion and unease. Another step forward and a violet glow appeared in the queen's hands. Jansen eyed it speculatively. "What…what exactly is going on here, cause I'm…um…."

"I think your mouth has done enough for now." The seal spell was a simple one, quickly cast and clearly surprising to poor Jansen, who found himself silenced without further warning. His eyes widened and he jerked back, mouth agape. A bind spell followed, knocking him onto his back on the bed, pinned by invisible bonds. He was half undressed for bed already, a dark green vest unbuttoned and his white leggings with the gilt edging the only pieces of clothing left. Ming took a moment to take in the view.

"Mmm, I think I like you like this."

It was odd hearing no response from her naturally verbose husband. She crossed to the end of the bed, to look down on him. He still looked confused, but there was a cautious and curious smile on his lips now. His hair was beginning to come down, a few of the loose dark tendrils falling across his face. His vest was open, parted to display the broad expanse of his chest. She let her eyes move over him slowly, following the line of his sternum down to the soft, slight swell of his stomach, down the light trail of fine dark hair that disappeared into his leggings. Already there was a rise of the fabric, easily discerned beneath the clinging material. His legs were partly akimbo, the muscles pulled taut and tight.

"Yes, I like you like this very much. Though…we need to do something about these." Ming tugged at the hem of his leggings, idly contemplating simply cutting them off. But she liked the look of his legs in them far too much to ruin them so. She ran her hands lightly along the solid cords of his lower legs, sliding her palms from Jansen's ankles to the firm contours of muscle in his calves. He was always so warm, heat seeming to radiate out from him. Ming's hands continued their journey, slipping into the hollows of Jansen's knees and upwards, over his thighs to his hips. Teasingly, her thumbs came ever-so-close to brushing the swell of his erection beneath his leggings.

The only sounds from Jansen were heavy breathing. He strained against his magical bonds, his hips trying to thrust upward. But her magic kept him pinned, unable to move as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his leggings and drew them down, slowly peeling them off of his legs.

"Much better." Gods, he had such beautiful legs. Long and smooth and finely muscled. She traced the lines of his calves with her nails, scraping them lightly along his skin. A small, choked sound escaped Jansen's lips as her fingers moved higher, retracing the path she had blazed over his leggings. Her hands found his bare hips and her thumbs made small circles in the hollow where hip joined thigh. Ever so closer her fingers moved to the hard rise of his arousal. Jansen's lips were moving, his mouth opening and closing in silent gasps of pleasure as Ming's fingers finally brushed against the length of his erection.

"I suppose I've teased you enough," she mused and wrapped her fingers firmly around the base of Jansen's length. The warm flesh twitched beneath her touch, and she leaned forward to press her lips against Jansen's chest. Her hand worked him over, slipping up and down his arousal with languid ease. The feel of him was so terribly familiar to her. Her lips trailed light kisses along his chest, the fine smattering of hair across his torso soft against her skin. She squeezed him softly. Her tongue danced intricate patterns across the arc of his collarbone, tasting the trace leavings of sweat upon his skin.

Jansen's throat was clenching and pulsing, vocal chords working without fruition to express his want, his need, his pleasure. Ming closed her lips over the column of his neck, the tip of her tongue pressed against the swell of his throat. It was surprisingly arousing, to hold this level of control. The bedroom had become a place where she could surrender her poise and control, be naught but wife and lover. For the first time since Jansen had taken her to bed, it was the Queen that held sway.

She kissed down his chest, down his abdomen. Jansen had managed to lift his head, just slightly, and she met his eyes briefly before descending lower.

When her lips closed about the head of his length, a low moan forced its way past her seal. She had never used her mouth on him before this. It was a strange sensation as she took him in deeper, careful of her teeth. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut now, his mouth open and silently gasping. Her tongue flicked over the crown of flesh within her mouth, tasting him curiously. It wasn't unpleasant, simply strange and new. And slightly uncomfortable, but so many things in the bedroom were.

She could feel the tightness within him that signaled he was close. A pity. But there would be so many other nights to explore the ways she could pleasure him with lips and tongue.

"Not yet," she urged. Ming unsnapped her lower garments and tossed them aside, climbing to straddle him in only her leather halter and breastplate. She held him as she lowered herself over his erection, guiding it inside of her. His bent and raised legs cradled her comfortably. She leaned back against them, using his thighs for support as she rocked her hips. He filled her entirely, heat joining with heat. He was unmoving beneath her, held as he was by the binding spell. It was intoxicating! Ming rode him hard, the bed shifting beneath them as she used her hips and legs. The slick friction was overwhelming and the sensation of taking him so thoroughly was as arousing as the lovemaking itself.

Her climax was powerful and sudden. It hit her with little warning, a sudden explosion of exquisite pleasure that shook her to the core. She cried out, stretching back over Jansen's bent legs and gripping him tightly inside of her. He followed her a moment later, and she felt another, weaker crest of pleasure course through her. Ming had enough presence of mind, as he slipped out of her and she leaned over his chest, to cancel the spells set on him. His freed arms came up to encircle her, and he shifted until they were both comfortable - her sprawled across unceremoniously, he splayed beneath her on the bed. He stroked her hair and sighed contentedly, both of them damp and sticky with sweat and the leavings of their coupling.

"Wow," Jansen finally said. "Just…wow."

Ming smiled and shrugged out of her halter - it was far too hot and binding to be comfortable at this point.

"Where did…how do you even know how to do something like that?" Jansen went on, wonderingly.

"I read a great deal," she responded with a slight shrug. "I do hope I proved my point."

"Hey, I can admit when I was wrong. Sometimes. And…I was wrong." He held her tightly. "You aren't a good girl. You're the best girl ever."

Ming laughed at that and raised herself up from his chest, eyes sparkling. "And don't ever forget again."

"Oh I won't. Long as you don't mind jogging my memory every once and a while…."

Ming didn't think that would be much of a problem.