[Too Many Queens] Prince Auren's Bedchamber
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				Title: <strong>[Too Many Queens] Prince Auren's Bedchamber</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LD</strong> on <strong>23-11-2017, 04:47:33</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://img00.deviantart.net/9350/i/2013/067/7/5/prince_ivan_wolf_by_mad_sama-d5xbtav.jpg)</div>Auren had found it very strange to leave his old bedroom.&nbsp; For over a decade, he had expected his adult life to be that of a man that, needing nothing, was mostly left to his own devices.&nbsp; And not being a hedonist nor soft for a blue-blood, all his things to the extent he could choose them had reflected a rather spartan, utilitarian taste.&nbsp; His surroundings had been rich, but cozy, everything he needed in arms reach but his needs being easy to satisfy.&nbsp; For years he'd slept in a peaceful, of the way room in the castle that happened to have a small patio and window overlooking the cliffs, one of the best--but most secluded--views in the palace.<br><br>Those days were gone, and there was mistaking it from the second he laid eyes on the new room that had been prepared for him.&nbsp; This decadent chamber had not only room to sleep or study--one could actually take a short walk around in it.&nbsp; There were two flat walls set at an angle of about 120 degrees, and a curved wall connecting them with glass windows showing the ocean opposite the royal city and a patio outside that dozens of people could easily mill about on.&nbsp; Not one, but two fireplaces laid in the wall opposite his bed.&nbsp; Well, the royal bed--it was barely raised from the floor as it had to accommodate Cima, and it was immensely long, wide, and subtly reinforced to accommodate Odel.&nbsp; &nbsp;A curtain could be drawn to veil the whole bed from view of the rest of the room, which had vast empty spaces broken up by couches and rugs in front of one fireplace and a stately desk in front of the other.&nbsp; Peculiarly, and perhaps because it was such an effort to screen the entire bed from view, a system had been rigged where by tugging on a silk rope suspended by the head a smaller screen would fall from the wall, immediately giving privacy to whoever lay in the center of the mattress.&nbsp; All the better for unworthy eyes to not see the future king's most valuable treasures, he supposed.<br><br>Perhaps the biggest difference to Auren, though, was how little time he had to actually rest while he was in his chambers.&nbsp; Each night he returned to his room to find more official correspondence waiting for him--missives and replies from dignitaries of far off lands that knew him just enough that he would have to write back in his own hand.&nbsp; Thoughtful warnings and reminders of his pending schedule.&nbsp; Occassionally, a dirty note or invitation from one of his wives.<br><br>He would kill for one of the latter right now, he thought to himself as he slumped back&nbsp; and dipped his quill in a jar of ink, not nearly done.&nbsp; Unbelievably, he was still writing thank you notes from his wedding day--each wife was of course the representative of a great people, which translated into a great <em>many</em> people who had to be thanked for such a perfect selection in bride, reassured that their good faith and loyalty to the empire wouldn't go unrewarded, and generally told how happy the new couple were and how their joyous matrimony was a perfect symbol of the continuing glory of the kingdom.&nbsp; Regardless of if he found the marriage pleasant, soothing, or downright terrifying.<br><br>"When I'm crowned," he muttered to nobody, "my first decree will be that nobody shall hold more than ten words in their title..." he could almost feel his hand cramping up as he began signing yet another letter 'Your Imperial Majesty's Heir by Election, Decree, and Consent, the Royal-Born Prince and future King of Kings, Master of all in these Realms under but One, General, Adjudicator, and Keeper of the Peace, etcetera etcetera, Auren Arrakis."&nbsp; And then the post-script: "All my blessings and well wishes not hitherto described, yours to be assumed."<br><br>"May you choke on them," he muttered to himself, putting the page aside and stretching his arms.&nbsp; It was night already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Too Many Queens] Prince Auren's Bedchamber</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrLovegood</strong> on <strong>01-12-2017, 03:36:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/1282ff70b7f7f11cdb844208d52c0b43/tumblr_ovfb7pZgJU1w5f2bbo1_540.jpg)</div>It was now a few hours past supper, Lady Poppy Leadsihde was absolutely pooped! She was full as one can be with a corset on. She focused on the door exiting to the eastern hallway. Weaving through the crowd in the dining hall, The buxom elf bumped hips and made jokes with guests, traded cheerful smiles with new friends and finally she spotted a maid and smiled wide beckoning to her. Poppy polished off a bowl of ice cream as neatly as she could and placed it on a table as she passed. "Hello Sweetie!" Poppy whispered to the serving girl. "Could you please point me in the direction of the bedchamber? I'm afraid I'm still new to this big palace." She laughed quietly and leaned in to pay attention to the directions. Finding her way through the stone passage was echo-y but simple.She really had no clue what time it was, but assured herself that it must not be past midnight yet. Still, the boisterous beauty, felt a little loud, hearing her heels clack down the hall.<br><br>Within a minute though, she stood before the doors thoughtfully. They were Huge...She thought of the large snowy Dragon and nodded understandingly. in that moment of silence, exhaustion crept over her and poppy leaned on the door sighing for a second before opening the door just wide enough for her to squeeze in and shut it again quietly. Upon closing the door she saw, though the gossamer and draping, her husband..and squealed a little. Something registered in her mind that he may be busy, little anxious jitters ran through her, her heart raced;but, her legs overrode her brain. She adjusted her bodice as soon as laying her eyes on him, a big smile spread across her face. WHile sauntering over to her husband,she subtly kicked off her shoes. <br><br>"Prince Auren!" she held her arms open as she got close to him ." SO this is where you were?" Pausing for a moment unsure of how shy to feel in that moment, she gently leaned down and&nbsp; wrapped her arms around his chest from behind. She looked out at the paperwork and cards spread across the table and chuffed , speaking softly into his hair. "How boring, wanna take a break? I'm good at massages, and I can help you after. "Poppy's dark complexion couldn't hide her blush so she gladly kept her face hidden."Misery shared is suffering halved. So I hear, hehe..." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Too Many Queens] Prince Auren's Bedchamber</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LD</strong> on <strong>02-12-2017, 19:40:26</strong>
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				No one could accuse the prince of being a layabout.&nbsp; Since the wedding he had constantly been working, and now the lack of sleep was starting to show in his face, weary lines under his eyes and a generally less healthy looking complexion than when he had first returned to the capital city.&nbsp; But he had his limits and, putting away his quill and papers as his wife came, decided he had long passed them.<br><br>"A massage? My, but that does sound nice."&nbsp; &nbsp;As she nestled into his hair--rather fine smelling hair, the palace attendants certainly kept the busy prince well washed--he felt her rather ridiculous bust bearing over his shoulders, and smirked, his own cheeks flushing just a bit as he let himself lean back into her.&nbsp; "This is as good of a place to quit for today as any.&nbsp; I'm yours, Lady Leandshie."&nbsp; Smiling gently, he regarded his new wife through a reflection on a grand mirror on the far wall.&nbsp; She wasn't the brightest of his brides and her talents were mostly domestic, but from what he could tell she was already one of the most popular in the palace.&nbsp; She got along with everyone... and unlike quite a few, there was no danger or mischief in her.&nbsp; He would have been well pleased with her even if she didn't have a body that made jaws drag along the floor.<br><br>Fortunately for him, he thought to himself, she absolutely does have such a body.&nbsp; He noticed a stray curl of her dark hair hanging over his shoulders and twirled it around his fingers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Too Many Queens] Prince Auren's Bedchamber</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrLovegood</strong> on <strong>23-12-2017, 04:26:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/1282ff70b7f7f11cdb844208d52c0b43/tumblr_ovfb7pZgJU1w5f2bbo1_540.jpg)</div>Poppy, blushed and giggled softly. Leaning off of him, She watched the strand of hair he held slide through Prince Auren's fingers and reached for&nbsp; his hand. She led her new husband to the nearest soft chaise and positioned herself behind him.&nbsp; Her back against the couch's single short arm, legs placed flush against the prince's on either side. She got started kneading her thumbs and palms into his shoulders and pushing the pressure skillfully out of his arms, but she paused for a moment and thought. 'No..She wanted this to be done right. Wrapping her arms around his waist Poppy whispered in the prince's ear. "I would like to ease your tension as best I can so...I have learned to work well with my hands but-"her soft voice gave away restrained excitement as she fumbled for the right words. "-I would like to be unimpeded...If you don't mind."&nbsp; She leaned her forehead on his shoulder and started unbuckling, unbuttoning, loosening his vest and accoutrements. Noticing no hand to stop her , she hooked her fingers under the edges of the clothing and peeled away the barriers. All that was left was the silken undershirt she expected and she took a moment to hug Auren close taking in his scent and kissing his shoulder and cheek cheerfully. She felt enveloped and dizzy for the sweet smell of his sweat and perfumed oils and soaps. It was still surreal to be a queen but the quiet of the room made it feel intimate, Poppy fantasized for a while that is was just them in the whole world. It was here though, she had gotten married and would try her best,just as promised. She pulled his shirt outof the band it was tucked into and loosened it.&nbsp; Her heart raced once again, but again she swallowed it down.&nbsp; A dopey grin spread across her face before she regained her composure.&nbsp; Her well worked hands were still soft and small, but strong, like the rest of her, and she returned to her task.&nbsp; Slowly but assuredly she worked over the silked shirt to ease the tension from the lean muscles of the prince's back. In her daring, she would take long strokes&nbsp; of his sides and at some point she slipped her fingers into his waist band playing it as a natural move to massage his hips. <br><br>After several minutes she hummed softly and happily&nbsp; to&nbsp; get the prince's attention and leaned him against her chest, absent mindedly massaging his hands and stretching his wrist. "Tell me prince, Am I doing a good job?" she kissed the back of his neck gently her heated breath baited with a growing longing. "Please tell me what you would like of me next." She moved to the other hand and stroked his thigh with her own. The feeling of his warm skin against her bosom was an invitation of madness, she wished to rip off her corset and dress and feel him against her, to see his muscles flex and not just feel their shape against her, to feel his hands on her skin...to feel his tongue, sweeter than any pastry in her mouth. her lurid thoughts melted seeing his relaxed face in a distant mirror. 'What bliss' Poppy thought to her self.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Too Many Queens] Prince Auren's Bedchamber</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LD</strong> on <strong>24-12-2017, 18:37:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://img00.deviantart.net/9350/i/2013/067/7/5/prince_ivan_wolf_by_mad_sama-d5xbtav.jpg)</div>As Poppy worked his tense muscles, her nerves and doubts would be assuaged by his soft grunts and relaxed body language.&nbsp; The Prince leaned into the firm grip of her hands, the toned, firm feeling of his muscles in some legitimate need of such treatment.&nbsp; His body, fit and attractive, seemed to have pent up energy that she released with her fingers, letting him seem more at ease--even as his mind was on other things.&nbsp; Especially as her massage grew more and more... intimate.<br><br>Her question was answered by a gentle motion of his arm as he reached up to pull her face down near his, turning her head by the cheek and then giving her a gentle, affectionate kiss.&nbsp; When she recovered from the surprise he parted his lips away from her with a gentle sound and then, tilting his head, gave her a deeper one, letting her melt into his mouth before he released her.<br><br>"It feels wonderful," he finally answered, turning his hand the other way and stroking his knuckles across her round cheek.&nbsp; He stretched his shoulders out a bit and then let his head rest on her collar, his chin against her pinned up breasts as he continued.&nbsp; "There's some wine kept under that nightstand... why don't you pour us some glasses so we can <em>both</em> relax?"&nbsp; He gestured to the piece of furniture by the bed and adjusted himself to let her up.&nbsp; <br><br>While she walked, he watched her wide hips swaying with a twinkle in his eye and began unclasping the rest of his clothes.&nbsp; By the time she turned his silk undershirt was completely unbottoned, hanging off either side with his bare chest and toned abdomen exposed, his belt hanging loose, and a hungry expression in his eyes.&nbsp; He was like a half unwrapped present.&nbsp; He beckoned her back over with a finger and a smile, moving his leg across so she could sit in his lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Too Many Queens] Prince Auren's Bedchamber</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrLovegood</strong> on <strong>31-12-2017, 19:54:08</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/626e789e8a23050ff736c598e8b5dd1c/tumblr_ou7sdaLOXj1w5f2bbo1_1280.jpg)</div> The second Poppy's lips met the prince's in a kiss she breathed a sigh of pleasure and with the short departure she felt a heat rising in her body. The&nbsp; second kiss put her in a daze. Her kind muddled by desire and the sweet taste of the prince's lips she swung her legs over the seat and rose. Just as Prince Auren requested, she padded over to the bedside table and found a sweet deep wine and two glasses . Her movements were smooth and swaying, her mind drunk already on the desire. Cheeks were flushed thinking of the sensation of her husbands lips and imagining how they would feel moving down her neck, and her shoulders, nipping gently at her breast...a trepidation bled into her fantasy as she rose to return to the prince.<br><br>A wide goofy smile had started to fade but as soon as she turned she saw the prince..like a hero on one of her mother's novels, brazenly Half unclothed. Eyes suggestively beckoning her, her excitement pushed back any nervousness in her mind and she hurriedly sauntered back to Auren. Standing before him, her eyes wandered to his lap and to the bulge that was growing within and she licked her lips. As her eyes trailed up his hard abs and&nbsp; solid chest itched to pull the rest of the silk off his skin. <br><br>Carefully, she placed the glasses andbottle at a nearby table without breaking eye contact with her prince she smiled a wolfish grin and chuckled. In this moment, more than any other, she was glad to have stuck by her own dress from om because she knew every stitch and buckle by heart. She deftly unhooked the bodice&nbsp; as if with one motion of her hands and allowed it o fall where it may.the sudden lack of support caused her plentiful bosom to&nbsp; heave and ripple relaxing. Pulling the ribbon of her skirt caused it to slide down and she did the same with her underskirt,the fabric drooping she stepped out of them. That step carried her to within inches of the prince and she finally pulled the chemise and blouse off in one go revealing the dark thin fabric that lay beneath and placing herself straddling the man. A soft moan escaped her lips feeling his leg press against her thighs and sex. "Hello husband." her giggle twinked in the air. and her mind raced, blushing and joyful. Looking into his eyes, she felt her heart stop from the anticipation and excitement. It was finally the wedding night, and she had him all to herself. "Still want that wine, dearest?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Too Many Queens] Prince Auren's Bedchamber</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LD</strong> on <strong>01-01-2018, 22:59:19</strong>
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				His eyes went wide with hunger as her body just poured itself out of her dress, the discarded fabric floating away as she gracefully came closer, coming onto his lap.&nbsp; Her dark skin so soft and appetizing, her figure so feminine... it was enough to drive a man wild.&nbsp; But the prince steeled himself, maintaining his cool as he allowed his hands to reach out, one resting against the plump bulge of the bare skin of her upper thigh, the other running along her hip, feeling where it jutted out from her waist to make her exagerrated, hour-glassed shape.<br><br>"Wife," he responded, his eyes burning with barely constrained lust.&nbsp; Her soft body's full weight was on him, her delicate scent filled his nostrils.&nbsp; The longer this took the more he wanted to just rip her out of what was left of her clothes, to take her and ravage her....<br><br>"Y-yes," he said, snapping back into the moment, pulling his eyes out of her chest and back to hers while he could still keep himself from lunging.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Too Many Queens] Prince Auren's Bedchamber</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrLovegood</strong> on <strong>07-01-2018, 01:20:51</strong>
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				Poppy pushed her hips into Auren's&nbsp; as she arched to pull the table closer to them. She quietly popped the bottle open. Inhaling and holding her breath while she inched the cork out, and just as the pop was heard , she exhaled, her breath hitching the slightest bit as she grinned mischievously. Poppy&nbsp; adjusted her body, or feigned doing so, grinding her hips for a moment against the youngman's lap, her wet lips pressing subtly into the seat of her husband's pants. The anticipation alone was causing her to distractedly lick her lips. She poured two glasses for them and held one out for him and when he took it, clinked her glass softly against his. " Tell Me Prince Auren, What shall we drink to? " She drapped an arm over his shoulder and looked sensuously into his eyes. Her hand trailed shyly up and down his torso, her fingers gently grazing his chest and stomach , his neck and collar bones." She we drink this first glass to our wedding night. the first of many." Poppy giggled. "or perhaps, to the Prosperity of a new King." Poppy looked on the prince lovingly, continuing to sigh and chitter.
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