Lienna.
Left alone with Hermes, I began to tend to him, ensuring his recovery was on track. His color had significantly improved since I healed him with the moon goddess’ powers, but the old adage echoed in my mind: “it gets worse before it gets better.”
As I checked on him, I noticed he was sweating profusely. Beads of sweat rolled down his body, soaking the bed and sheets. His chest rose and fell with rapid, shallow breaths.
Concerned, I stood up from my seat to examine him closer. His forehead was scorching hot, and he had started to twitch in discomfort. His eyes fluttered, but he didn’t wake.
I scanned the room, searching for something to help him cool down. But there was nothing no cold compresses, no cooling salves.
Determined to help, I hurried out of the room to fetch cold water and clean towels.
Upon returning, I placed the water and towel on the bedside table and checked his temperature once more. His skin still burned with fever.
Sighing, I dipped the towel into the cold water, squeezing out the excess. Gently, I began to wipe his face, trying to bring down his temperature.
Hermes trembled, his eyelids fluttering, but he didn’t wake. I continued to cool him down, focusing on accessible areas his neck, arms, and hands.
As I tended to him, his temperature gradually dropped, and his restless movements subsided. His breathing slowed, becoming more peaceful.
Finally, satisfied with his improved state, I let out a sigh of relief. Exhaustion claimed me, and I returned to my seat, hoping to catch some rest.
That’s when the familiar burning sensation began, creeping up my spine like a relentless flame. I groaned, torn from the slumber I was drifting into. Why now of all times?! Caspian was still in court, and Hermes lay sick and helpless beside me.
But I knew the sensation wouldn’t subside. It would intensify, consuming my every thought until I was out of my mind with need. Desperation clawed at me. What could I do? The itch worsened, my nipples growing taut, my breathing heavier. My mind raced, seeking a solution.
Sleeping with someone else wasn’t an option. The thought didn’t appeal to me, and I knew it wouldn’t satisfy this primal urge. Every time this happened, I was drawn only to the shifter kings. Going to Caspian while he was in court was out of the question, so what could I possibly do?
Unless, I took advantage of Hermes anyway, the thought dropped in my head like a stone and I froze. Crazily, I began to consider it. Though he might be sick, I don’t think he would be rendered completely immobile since he was already recovering. Plus, I wouldn’t need to wake him. A secret, distant part of me stirred, excited by the scandalous idea.
My gaze locked onto Hermes’ sleeping form, his features relaxed and dare I say, vulnerable. I felt my resolve strengthen. I had no choice, I had to do this. My heart pounded, weighing morality against necessity. But what if he woke up?
What if he didn’t want me?. The doubts swirled, but my body screamed for relief. I took a step closer, my eyes never leaving Hermes’ face. Still hesitating, I tried to look away when the wave of list crashed over me, causing me to teether at the edge. I couldn’t turn away, unless I wanted to suffer inexplicable pain.
Stripping myself naked, I pulled the covers away from Hermes, loosening his breeches and bringing out his member. My finger tips tingled, my breathing ragged with desire and fear. Still soft to the touch, I stared at him for a long minute, awed by how impressive it looked despite it’s flaccid state. My core began to throb, wetness beginning to pool there, I don’t think I can wait any longer.
I stroked it with my fingers, feeling it twitch before lowering my head, taking it into my mouth as I began to suck on it. Surprisingly, it began to grow hard and thick, elongating in my hands and stretching in my mouth. I began to grow excited, my body flushed as desire flowed through my veins, my thoughts getting muddled.
I continuued to suck him till he was completely hard was leaking with precum. Occasionally, I would glance at him and though he twitched at intervals, he was still fast asleep. Seeing he was ready enough, I stared at my next problem, climbing him.
But there wasn’t enough time to contemplate my actions, my body screamed for relief and I managed to set my between him, his arousal pointing up and director at me. Biting my lips, I took in a shaky breath and held him, setting him to my dripping opening and slowly lowered myself on top of him.
A soundless moan escaped my loose as he began to fill me, stretching me slowly. So many sensations shot through me, it was indescribable. Why does something as wrong as this feel so good!? I threw my head back, swaying my hips as I lowered myself further on top of me, mewling as he stretched and filled. This position meant I could feel him so quickly and I had trouble taking all of him but I managed till he completed filled. My walls began to clench around him and I felt myself at the tip of am orgasm.
I began to grind my hips, playing with my breasts as I did so, jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. I avoided touching him so he wouldn’t wake up, gently grinding my hips as I brought myself to the edge of my orgasm, soft moans escaping my lips.
Reaching my peak, I was getting ready to fall over when I heard a void that stopped me in my tracks. “What are you doing?” A voice spoke and I stiffened every movement, my eyes snapping and landing on Hermes own that was on me.
My heart skipped multiple beats. Hermes is awake. And he had caught me right there in the act.
I stopped completely, but my traitorous walls wouldn’t stop clenching around him, frustration slamming through me at having my orgasm denied. Confusion clouded Hermes face as his gaze raked up and down to the point where we were joined, causing the flush on my skin to grow even deeper.
“Ummm… ” I started to speak but slammed my mouth shut, a drop of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t know what to say, the situation was already embarrassing at it is and my traitorous body only wanted to continue.
I watched as Hermes eyes narrowed. “Are you taking advantage of me?”
“No!” I immediately replied without thinking, my heart pounding in my chest. “It’s just… This is just something I had to do.” I sheepishly muttered, feeling shame crawl up my spine. I tried to dislodge myself off him but the glare Hermes sent my way stopped that from happening.
“Where am I?” He asked, glancing around the room.
“You’re in the fortress, your majesty. This is your wing.” I said, unable to look at him.
“I’ve already arrived?” He asked no one in particular. Staring at his abdomen, he raised a brow. “My wounds, it’s healing.” He noted, his voice neutral.
“Yes, I healed you with the moon goddess powers but now… But now I need to satisfy this urge that comes with me using it. ” I said, my voice tiny.
Hermes stared at me like I had grown an extra head. I swallowed the lump in my throat, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me up this instant. With a groan, he lowered himself back to the bed, closing his eyes. “I almost die and this is what I wake up to.” I heard him mutter and mortification swamped me. I was about to start apologising and maybe even start attempting to apologize.
“I’m sorry, your majesty. I shouldn’t have done this…”I began to say, unable to think past my self loathing, my desire and lust almost non existent as I tried to scramble off his huge frame.
“I don’t hate it though… ” I heard him groan and I froze, slowly turning my head to look at him. He was already staring at me. “Continue.”
“What?” I asked, not sure I heard properly. His eyes narrowed once more.
“I said, continue.” He growled, his eyes flashing. I stiffened, settling on him once more like I was being controlled.
“Yes, your majesty.”