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Fae Boyfriend: Aymeric 2 (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2020-07-30 20:00:01 +0000 UTCYou can feel the cold breeze, it brushes up against your skin and combs its sharp fingers through your hair. You open your eyes to see the terrace door open, with Aymeric standing there looking out. His sharp eyes are peering deeply into the distance, but they aren’t focused on just anything.
You sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes of sleep. Your mouth is dry and your head is throbbing from one too many drinks the night before. Aymeric keeps his court very well entertained, and being his pet, you have your own duties as well. You don’t mind the new lifestyle you lead, in fact, ever since you came to Aymeric, you’ve been quite content.
“It’s cold and you’re half naked,” you scold him while you yawn. “Come back inside.”
Aymeric’s focus remains on whatever distant thing he’s leering at. “I’ll be back inside in a moment, dearest, go back to bed. You need your beauty sleep.”
You stand up, wrapping the blanket around you as you head to the bathroom to get a cup of water. “There was no beauty in that sleep, only recovery.” You rinse out a wine glass from last night and fill it to the brim with water. You drink it in its entirety then fill it again and walk back to Aymeric and his brooding.
“How come water from the bathroom tap always tastes better?” You murmur.
Aymeric’s eyes finally move and they fall upon you. The silver of his eyes appears darker this morning. “It’s also in a fancy glass.” He takes it from your fingers to steal a sip. “That also enriches the flavor.”
You open the blanket and he steps into your arms. He then takes hold of the blanket, wrapping it around both of you so only your head peeks out.
“Bad dreams?” You nuzzle to his chest.
“I never slept last night,” Aymeric admits with a soft voice. “I just laid there and watched you, or laid there and watched the moonlight move across the floor.”
“What’s wrong?” You smooth your hands up and down his sides and back. “Did something happen at the party last night?”
The grumpy look on his face gives him away before he even answers you. “I was bored the entire time.”
“Bored?” You arch a brow. “How could you have been bored? What was it?”
Aymeric huffs and places his chin on the top of your head. “I am not sure what it was. I just remember at a point in the evening when I looked across the room and realized there was nothing new there for me. There was no one I looked forward talking to aside from you. So when I couldn’t see you it felt like I would be the only limp dick in the room.”
“Maybe it’s time to take a vacation or trip,” you suggest. “Go out and do something new for a little bit. So that way when you get back, you have exciting stories to tell, something more than just me to talk about.”
Aymeric lifts his chin from yours with a great big smile on his face. “My pet, what a wonderful suggestion.” He kisses you excitedly, cupping your cheeks between his palms. “A long vacation may be exactly what I need.” He kisses you again, biting your cheek and neck. “I’ll start planning something,” his moans are hot in your ear. “Just as soon as I finish thanking you.”
“I have a bit of a headache.” You do enjoy how good his touch feels though. “Can you thank me later.”
Aymeric pouts and bites the tip of your ear. “I am a bit tired,” he grumps. “I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the pace you’re used to.” He kisses your forehead. “Your thighs are so warm and soft I’d probably fall asleep on them while my tongue is on you.” He yawns and shakes his head. “Fine, we’ll have breakfast.”
“You can thank me later.” You go over to the table while he closes the terrace door and rings the bell.
“Any ideas on where you’d like to go?” You smile as he slips on a black robe that makes his skin all the more pearlescent.
“Well,” he untucks his long hair from under the robe. “It’s been quite a while since I felt this bored.” He sits down at the table with you to wait on breakfast. “I haven’t been home in a while, but I’m not sure I need that much drama to find life here entertaining.” He thinks for a long moment, only looking up as breakfast is delivered.
“What about you?” Aymeric pours your coffee. “Where do you like to vacation?”
“To be honest I have never taken one.” You add milk and sugar to the coffee. “Your little curse always made it hard to travel somewhere unknown.”
He looks up from his pastry, slowly taking it from his mouth. “You can blame your distant relative for that, not me.”
You arch your brow at him. “Since when have I said I blamed anybody?” You sip your coffee with a slight smirk. “Besides, I think you’ve paid off your debt quite nicely.”
“Being a spoiled pet and having no worries at all must work wonders,” he teases. He licks crumbs from the corner of hi smouth. “So tell me, back when my curse was heavy on your head, was there anywhere in the world you wanted to go?”
You set your coffee cup down, and while looking at the fine china cup, a childhood memory is sparked. “This might sound silly.”
“Then I am all the more interested.” His wicked little smirk sharpens the corners of his mouth and the tips of his pointed ears seem to twitch.
“I used to day dream about living in a fairy tale castle,” you confess. You eye him carefully, making sure his smile doesn’t turn to mocking. “I used to look at pictures of French castles and day dream of myself as some princess waiting on her fairy tale romance.”
Aymeric titters. “And look at you now.” His silver eyes go up and down you. “You have a fairy tail, alright. Mine.”
You take one of the decadent pastries and smile. “Crude.”
Aymeric strokes his fingers along the side of your ear then gently tucks your hair away. “A holiday in a castle? I’m certain I own one somewhere.”
You near choke on flaky crust. “You own a castle?”
Aymeric inches closer to your. His lips brush against your cheek as he snickers. “I own lots and lots of things.” His tongue tickles your ear. “I have my own little dragon horde of real estate.”
You tilt your chin up and he licks crumbs from your cheek. He slowly traces his pointed tongue around your lips before sinking into a kiss. You move into his lap, straddling his thin hips as his fingers knead into your rear.
Aymeric nips your chin. “How’s that headache?”
You grin back at him. “How’s your lack of sleep?”
He lifts up your nightshirt and bites his lip when he sees you’re wearing no underwear. His perfectly manicured nails comb through the curls on your mound before he slips his fingers between your plump thighs.
You close your eyes and moan deeply. You kiss him while his fingers explore, finding you wet and eager for his touch. His tongue licks down your neck, his teeth sinks into your shoulder, all the while his cock hardens against your thigh.
“Did your fairytale fantasies ever include a perverted scoundrel like me?” Aymeric moans into your ear.
You squeeze around his fingers as they slip inside you. “My fantasies included a scoundrel or two, but I could never imagine someone as deviant as you, my love.”
Aymeric sighs in delight, wiggling his fingers to tease and tickle. “I know your wicked little mind,” he breathes. “You must have pictured some lusty romp in a rose garden. Perhaps an adventure on some enchanted wood.”
“Clever word play.” You take his cock in your hand, stroking it slowly. “One of my fantasies was fulfilled with you.”
“Oh?” The tips of his ears begin to redden. “What would that be?”
You kiss him softly. “I always wanted to have sex on a massive canopy bed.”
“That’s it?” He scoffs.
You kiss the tip of his nose. “Let me finish.” You take his cock and begin to lower yourself down upon him. His fingers move to your clit, swirling around it slowly while his eyes locked with yours.
“A big canopy bed,” you breathe, “with a handsome, slightly evil, prince.” You sit on his lap, his cock firmly planted deep inside you.
Aymeric holds your hips, moving his own so that he grinds himself inside you. “Why slightly evil?”
You try to catch your breath, but only moans escape. “Because it’s more-anh,” you bite your cheek. “It’s more fun that way.”
Aymeric pulls your shirt up and muzzles his face between your breasts. “How right you are my love.” His warm mouth moves over your breast. Meanwhile, he starts to thrust his hips, moving inside you. His teeth nip and bite, causing your back to arch. His fingers dig into your rear, his sharp nails scratching your skin.
“What else?” He snarls against your breast. “Tell me your fairytale life.”
You try to sort your thoughts, but he is making it difficult. He knows your body inside and out, how to make you mindless and greedy. You can’t focus on one thought long enough because he’s too good at what he does.
“Speak up,” he teases.
“Aymeric,” you pant. “I can’t-”
He laughs and scoops you up, carrying you back over to the bed. He spreads your legs out and kneels between them. He kisses your mound and presses his tongue to your clit. His moans vibrate along your sensitive skin and radiate through the rest of your body.
You throw your head back, gasping for breath. “I can’t think like this!”
Aymeric lifts his head, kissing your belly. “I’m curious to know. After all, it’s my job as your master to see to your every need.” He spreads you open with his fingers and smirks.
“You’re my fantasy,” you whimper. “That’s all I know.”
His ears darken and bleed down to his cheeks. He looks up at you with dreamy eyes and a smile he’s trying to force down. “What a cheap, romantic thing to say.” He sits up, holding the back of your knees in his hands. “I am everyone’s fantasy.” His cock eases back inside you, but the gentle, softly blushed look upon his face remains.
“Aymeric,” you moan loudly.
He thrusts himself hard and deep inside you. “You want a castle?” He grunts with each thrust. “I’ll give you a castle. But you must take my enchanted wood first.”
You giggle despite your pleasure. “You perverted scoundrel.”
Aymeric lets go of your legs to lean down on top of you. “I’m you evil prince,” he groans. He rolls his hips slowly. “No. Not prince.” He slips his hand around your throat. “That sounds too pretty. I’m a concurring king.” His hips move faster. “I’ve taken over your kingdom and stripped you of your crown, princess.”
You wrap your arms around him, crying out with each deep stroke he delivers.
“I’ve stripped you of everything,” he snarls. “You’re my pet, my plaything.” His fingers tighten around your neck. “Mine.”
You throw your head back as the sparks crawl up your spine. You squeeze tight around him, thighs trembling, mouth wide open. He lays on top of you, kissing you breathlessly, holding you still against the sheets, all the while he comes inside you.
His soft kisses pepper your face and shoulders while his long hair brushes against your skin. You swoon, taking deep breaths to come back to reality, but the afterglow is too good.
“A conquering king, huh?” You tease.
Aymeric smirks. “You seemed to like it.” He lays down beside you, his hair spilling like silk over the bed. “How’s your headache?”
You kiss him. “I forgot all about it.” You rub your hand down his bare chest. “You’re welcome by the way.”
Aymeric laughs and sits up. “I’ll get everything ready today. Travel plans, and whatnot.” He stands up naked and walks back to the table to finish his cruller. “Don’t worry about a thing, don’t even pack.”
You stretch out on the bed, unwilling to get up like him even though you really want your coffee. “I don’t trust that. For all I know you’ll only fill my suitcase with underwear.”
“I would never! You don’t need it.” He comes and sits down on the bed, helping you sit up. He then places your coffee cup into your hands. “I’m the only thing allowed between your thighs,” he jests.
You kiss him. “I’m still packing a small suitcase of my things.”
“That’s fine, but you won’t need it. I’ll be taking care of everything and anything you could ever dream of.” He stands back up and strides to the closet.
You sip your coffee naked while he dresses for the day. He comes out in tight black pants, a billowy white shirt, and stiletto heels that look like that could stab an eye like a shish kabob. “Braid my hair for me?” He asks as he adjusts the cuffs on is shirt.
You set your empty cup aside. “Sit down.”
He sits at the foot of the bed so you can brush and style his hair. He sighs, relaxing as your fingers comb along his scalp. The tips of his ears are still rosey and warm. You smirk, knowing exactly how to make him squirm right now.
“I love you,” you whisper to him.
He fidgets in place. “I know.”
You kiss the top of his head. “I love you very much.”
Aymeric clears his throat. “How could you not?”
You finish off his braid. “I mean it,” you whisper. “You’re the love of my life, evil king or not.”
Aymeric slightly turns, giving your a glimpse to his apple red cheeks. She mumbles something under his breath so that all you catch is a ‘yeah’ and ‘you too’.
“What was that?” You gently tug his braid. “Speak up.”
“I love you too,” he says quietly again. His expression is soft and sweet, something you only see a handful of times. He takes your hand and bites your fingers. “I know you only do this to get a rise out of me.”
“I do it because you’re cute.” You kiss him. “And I love you.”
Aymeric leans into the kiss to shut you up. “Yes, I know.” He stands and smooths out his shirt. “Thank you for braiding my hair.”
You stand, putting on his robe. “I need to get a shower. Then I plan on going to see my sister and niece today.”
“Take my car,” Aymeric says. “I don’t trust that hunk of scrap parts you drive.”
“I like my car,” you chuckle. “But fine. I’ll take yours.”
“Why don’t you stop and get something for your niece before you go?” He glances back at you. “It’s rude to go empty handed.”
“I know you like her, just say so.” You swat his butt as he opens the door. “I’ll tell her you said hello.”
Aymeric glances down at you. “Be safe out there.”
“I will.” You reach up and pinch his cheek. “Get mean, okay? No one will know how to handle this post coital Aymeric that I love.”
“Then stop saying it,” he hisses. “You know it makes me soft.”
You smirk knowingly, closing the door as he strides down the hallway, his heels clacking so loud you’re sure people can hear them all throughout the mansion.
After your visit with your sister and niece, you come back home and are told to go to the dining hall to meet Aymeric. As you walk in you see bouquets of flowers everywhere and candles running down the center of the table.
“What’s all this about?” You ask.
Aymeric stands from his seat. “Just a glimpse into the life of a princess.” He takes hold of your hand and kisses it. “When we travel to our destination, all you will know is a fairytale dream come true.”
You eye him curiously. “This doesn’t sound like you. What’s going on?”
Aymeric holds your hand in both his palms. “I got quite excited planning today. I forgot just how many castles I have.”
You furrow your brows at him. “How is that even a sentence?”
He kisses the scrunched up center between your brows. “Don’t worry about it love.” He pulls your chair out to sit down then reaches for a bottle of wine. “I haven’t been this excited since I first met you, back when I was sure you’d run away within the week.”
“How long ago was that?” You ask.
Aymeric uncorks the wine and pours you a glass. “One year ago today.”
You look around in surprise. “This is an anniversary? You remembered?”
“I don’t like to be romantic,” he grumbles. “I didn’t even think I knew how to be such a thing.” He sets the glass down before you. “But this morning it hit me, and my desire to be such a strange thing rose up inside. All this talk about castles and fairytales, I don’t know, it all brought up the little boy in me.”
“You have one of those?”
Aymeric laughs as he sits. “I was once the cutest child you would have ever seen. I was also a daydreamer like you.” You sips his wine and sighs. “I used to imagine myself with a large family like my father had, and yet, all there is is me.” He looks across the table and the flames of the candles reflect in his eyes. “And now, you.”
Your nerves start to rumble in your belly. “Aymeric.”
“You’re more than a pet or plaything, you know this.” He reaches out and takes hold of your hand. “And during this trip, I am going to get better at showing that side of myself. The side of me I had before I became an asshole.”
“I like that though,” you murmur. “I like all sides of you.”
Aymeric kisses your knuckles. “I know. But despite the conquering king, there is still a pretty prince inside me.” He leans over and presses his lips into your ear. “And he wants to meet your queen.”
