Mirha walked ahead of him, her steps quick and unsteady, her heart a chaotic storm in her chest. She didn't know why nerves twisted her insides now—they had fucked before, countless times today alone, raw and relentless. Yet shyness flooded her, making her skin heat at the thought of stripping bare under his gaze. She could feel his eyes on her back, burning through the thin fabric of her gown, tracing the sway of her hips.
She reached the heavy door to his chambers and turned, pressing her back against the cool wood, her body trembling visibly. Arvin stopped a few paces away, the distance between them charged with tension. His dark eyes locked on hers, searching. "What's the matter?" he asked, voice steady but edged with concern.
Mirha looked down, cheeks flushing, her fingers twisting in the folds of her skirt. "I don't know... I'm shaking. I can't stop it."
Arvin narrowed his eyes, then closed the gap in two strides. His fingers lifted her chin gently, forcing her gaze up to meet his. He leaned in and kissed her softly, lips pressing warm and reassuring against hers. Mirha held her breath, the simple touch sending sparks through her nerves. He pulled back just enough to whisper, his breath hot on her skin. "Is it... excitement? That you've been waiting for me all three weeks, aching for this?" He kissed her again, deeper this time, tongue flicking against her lips. "Or... is it fear? Fear of what I'm going to do to you after not seeing you for so long?"
Mirha's breath hitched sharply, her body arching toward him on instinct, pussy clenching at the dark promise in his words. Arvin's hands gripped her waist, fingers digging in possessively, and he pushed the door open behind her with a firm shove of his hip. She stumbled back a step, her palm flattening against his chest, feeling the hard muscle and rapid beat of his heart beneath. "Your Majesty, please," she whispered, voice trembling, not even sure what she was pleading for—mercy or more.
"Shhh," Arvin hushed her, his tone soothing yet commanding. "It's alright, Mirha. Let's ease that tension. Let me take it all away."
They stepped inside, the door clicking shut with finality. Arvin turned her to face it, his body pressing close from behind as his fingers worked the laces of her corset. He tugged them loose with practiced ease, the tight fabric giving way until the gown pooled at her feet in a whisper of silk, leaving her naked except for the thin sleeves clinging to her arms. Cool air kissed her bare skin—her full breasts heaving with each breath, nipples hardening into tight peaks, her ass exposed and quivering slightly from the nerves still buzzing through her.
He spun her around to face him, crashing his mouth down on hers in a deep, devouring kiss. His tongue plunged inside, stroking hers with hungry strokes, sucking the anxiety from her body like a poison drawn out. Mirha melted into it, her arms wrapping around his neck, sleeves sliding over his broad back as she pulled him closer, her naked breasts pressing against his clothed chest.
Arvin scooped her up effortlessly, her legs dangling as he carried her to the bed and laid her down on the soft sheets. He didn't break the kiss, his lips claiming hers while his hands yanked at his tunic, ripping it over his head to bare his muscled torso, scars and all. He climbed over her, settling his weight between her thighs, one knee nudging her legs apart so his thigh pressed firm against her soaked pussy. The friction made her gasp into his mouth, hips bucking instinctively.
Mirha's arms stayed around him, sleeves bunching as her nails dug into his skin. Arvin shoved his trousers down, kicking them aside, his thick cock springing free—hard and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. He wasted no time, gripping her hip to angle her just right, then thrust forward, his cock slamming deep into her wet pussy in one powerful stroke. Mirha cried out, walls stretching around his girth, the fullness chasing away the last of her shakes as pleasure ignited low in her belly.
Arvin held his rhythm steady, his thick cock sliding in and out of her drenched pussy with deliberate, powerful strokes that filled her completely each time. Mirha's mind shattered into fragments of pure sensation—any lingering thoughts or emotions dissolved under the relentless pressure building inside her. She couldn't form words, couldn't even grasp what she felt; it was all heat, stretch, and the electric pulse of need coiling tighter in her core.
He quickened his thrusts, hips snapping forward harder, faster, driving deeper into her slick heat. Mirha's moans escalated into desperate cries, raw and uncontrolled, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Arvin's grunts grew guttural and fierce, the sound vibrating from his chest as her inner walls clenched around him, milking his shaft with rhythmic squeezes that pulled him in further, her pussy gripping like a vice, demanding every inch.
It hit them together—her orgasm ripping through her in shuddering spasms, pussy fluttering wildly around his cock as she came hard, juices flooding out to coat his length. Arvin followed with a deep roar, burying himself to the hilt and pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her, flooding her womb with his release. But he wasn't finished; his cock stayed rock-hard, twitching with renewed hunger as he collapsed over her, lips claiming hers in a bruising kiss.
His mouth trailed down her neck, nipping at her collarbone while his fingers found her breasts, pinching and twisting her swollen nipples until she whimpered into his shoulder. He rolled them roughly, giving her body a moment to recover, but only just—his hands roaming her curves, stoking the fire back to life. When her breaths came in needy pants again, hips grinding against him instinctively, he flipped her onto her stomach with a firm grip on her hips.
Arvin positioned himself behind her, spreading her thighs wider, and thrust back in from behind, his cock spearing into her soaked entrance with a wet slap. Mirha buried her face in the tangled sheets, muffling her sharp gasp as the new angle let him plunge impossibly deep, the head of his dick battering against her most sensitive spots, grinding into that bundle of nerves that made stars explode behind her eyelids. Tears of overwhelming ecstasy streamed down her cheeks; she sobbed into the fabric, pleasure so intense it bordered on agony, her body quaking with each brutal drive.
He fucked her mercilessly, hands braced on her ass, pulling her back onto his cock over and over, the room echoing with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, her muffled cries, and his ragged breaths. Time blurred as they chased release after release—her pussy convulsing in orgasm after orgasm, each one pulling more cum from him until it leaked down her thighs in sticky trails. They lost count, bodies slick with sweat, collapsing into a heap of tangled limbs and heaving chests, utterly spent yet still connected, his cock softening inside her but not pulling away, until Arvin collasped beside her.
In the haze of exhaustion, Mirha lifted her head, her hand trembling as it reached for his face. She cupped his jaw, drawing him down for a tender kiss on the lips—soft at first, then deepening with unspoken emotion. Arvin returned it, his tongue stroking hers lazily, savoring the shift from frenzy to intimacy. She slid her palm to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath sweat-damp skin, and nestled her head there, her body curling into his warmth.
As sleep tugged at her edges, a quiet voice echoed in her mind: I love him. The words settled like truth, warm and unyielding. Arvin wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his chin resting on her hair as their breaths synced in the quiet aftermath.
After their night together, Mirha lay asleep against Arvin's chest, her breathing slow and even.
He remained awake for a while, staring at the shadows on the ceiling, holding her as though she might vanish if he loosened his grip.
This, he thought, this is what I missed.
Not the desire alone—but the quiet after.
The warmth of her body, the way she fit so naturally against him, the simple act of being close.
For three weeks, the absence had gnawed at him more than he had expected, leaving him restless and unfulfilled in ways no duty could soothe.
He turned slightly to face her, brushing his fingers along her arm before pulling her closer, instinctive and possessive all at once. Mirha shifted in her sleep, settling against him without waking, as though she belonged there.
Only then did Arvin allow his eyes to close.
Wrapped around her, finally at peace, he drifted into sleep.