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The Queen’s Delectation Pt. 1

“I love you my Queen..you are my world..my greatest pride..” Jamie whispered, letting his soft, fair-skinned hands rest on his Queen’s expectant form. He sloped alongside her as she rested in her golden throne, one of his palms gently splayed across her opposite thigh, while the other laid in the crack between her heavy bosom and her overdue belly. He couldn’t stop kissing her tanned belly, his lips pressing again and again, truly worshipping his goddess. She looked down with a smile of pride, her fingers lightly curling his otherwise straight, dirty-blonde hair. Ever since she had been ferried over from the southern kingdom, Prince Jamie’s eyes never left her. Immediately marrying, and soon after finding she was expecting. It was all so fast, yet Prince Jamie ensured his Queen would be comfortable and worshipped in her new home. Replacing the traditional statues of the many gods and goddesses with her, expecting the peasants to worship her fecund, beautiful form. Every statue showing her bloated belly, and clad in nothing except her own skin. He had the best sculptors make them, and paid grand amounts to exactly copy her divine body, down to the smallest detail of her thick, curly bush below. Queen Angelica was beyond delighted, but she kept her demeanor calm and queenly, ensuring Jamie saw her as the stoic, divine woman she was. As the pregnancy progressed her duties became limited, and more time was spent in her throne room with her devoted prince fervently worshipping her beside her throne. She had ushered in a new era of nudity, freeing the people from their constraint of clothing. She almost never wore clothes now, and much to her advantage considering how she had swelled with her unborn. Jamie followed, his young erection constantly pulsing, aiming directly toward his beloved Queen. Pressing needily against the golden throne, the soft flesh of his penis frequently coated in precum. He continued to deliver kiss after kiss to her rotund bump, feeling the small kicks of the product of their love below, reciprocating his devotion after each exchange of touch. His eyes lit up, watching how his lovers belly shifted and changed with each movement. Hearing the soft groan of his Queen, her gentle hand descending and rubbing the side of her belly.

“Are you alright my love?” He quietly prodded, his eyes focusing on her face. Seeing her plump lips wince and her forehead scrunch.

“Y..yes my sweet..the..the little one is just moving quite a bit..” she muttered, downplaying the discomfort. Just gently rubbing her bump over and over, hoping to calm her overdue baby. Meanwhile the Prince took a break from his constant rubs, just watching her belly arch and shift as their child moved. His lips quivering as he saw a small foot push out, the entire shape nearly visible. Accompanied by a soft groan from his Queen. He pushed his lips back, kissing the extended limb. Whispering quietly to his unborn progeny. “Shh little one..your beautiful mother loves you so much..I love you so much..try to be calm for us, okay? Just a little longer..we’re so excited to meet you,” He muttered, a wide smile on his lips as he met his Queen’s eyes, seeing she had the same reaction. Slithering a hand up her side to grasp her palm, their fingers interlacing. He loved her so dearly…he would do anything for her. He brought her hand to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss.

“Shall we descend to your chambers, my love?” He whispered, smiling warmly and feeling his heart beat with passion. His erection straining his body, pressing desperately against the side of the throne. His testicles heavy and in need of relief, forced to wait as his Queen was on a diplomatic mission. He studied her perfect features, his brain lighting up when she gave a small nod and an almost mischievous smile. Soon enough he was helping her up, fighting from pushing into her here and now, and walking her to the chambers while his penis rubbed against her hip. He was a bit shorter, only highlighting her divinity for him. Her beautiful hair done up in a loose bun, and her eyes weary from the increasing lack of sleep due to untimely pee trips. His palm pressed gently against her lower back, already feeling how incredibly tight she was. His other resting on the underside of her massive belly. No matter how much she changed he loved her so much, even more as her curves grew and grew. When they reached the chambers he locked the door behind, ensuring no pesky servants would bother them. Gently laying her back on the silk-clad bed, pushing her up so her entire figure was lying on the cushioned mattress. Putting a few strategic pillows near her head to cushion her achy neck, while removing the rest to give them room. Her legs already spread from the wide gait of pregnancy, he mounted the bed and came between her legs, just watching over her body for a moment. Slowly crawling forward, he sat back on his knees and bent down, offering her untamed bush a warm, tender kiss. Pushing enough so she could feel it in her swollen labia. He loved how natural she looked, and though it was tempting, he moved up. One thing he had in mind, her belly. Carefully straddling the massive bump as he pushed his penis against the widest part of the swell. His balls gently squished between his body and her midsection. He started to thrust slowly, making soft grunts as he bent down to kiss his lovely Queen. Taking her tender cheeks in his hands as he pushed and pushed, already so hard from their foreplay. Her bump was quickly lubricated with his precum, and he felt the more exaggerated, pronounced movement of their unborn. Obvious, extended sensations of the little arms and legs pushing out, the baby still shifting quite a bit with being so far along. Only adding to his pleasure as his scrotum was massaged by the frequent movement. Pushing into a higher mound with his penis when an arm stretched up, or rubbing his sensitive tip particularly around her popped out navel. Feeling extra pleasure from the firm belly button on his penis. Her pleasure was derived from watching him, and she was perfectly fine with it. Her hands resting on his thighs while he humped her gravid belly. Smiling up as she watched his desperation, his soft groans turning into cute, needy moans. Pushing faster, deeper. His heart racing as he neared completion, threatening to explode at any minute. She eagerly anticipated it, but still had the strange feeling of light pains bothering her. Her belly particularly achy, and her hips throbbing. Fighting back more exaggerated winces to keep her Prince content. He was too enthralled to notice her pains, just thrusting away until he finally reached completion. Grasping her shoulders firmly, he let out a louder, shaky moan and came several thick ropes onto her stretched belly. His chest heaving as he made sure every last drop seeped onto her bump, hugging his head to her chest and spurting the rest of his load. Resting against her, breathing in uneven gasps. Slowly calming himself as he recovered, not taking long before he rubbed the seed into her tender skin with his tip, ensuring it would be like a lotion for her beautiful belly. Queen Angelica gently rubbed his back, lying back herself while he did the work. Feeling several hard kicks while he did so, and letting out a soft groan, wincing at the pains. Prince Jamie looked up, his cheeks still a cherry red as he studied his Queen’s beautiful face.

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The Vampiress and the Dane: Part 1

Summary: I suck at summaries, but this is based on a conversation I did with AI Sihtric and my OC, Corvina.

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Corvina

Word Count: 4,500

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

TW: Sexual themes, blood, violence, older woman/younger man dynamic

Part 2

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers by @arcielee and @saradika-graphics

He hated her. Absolutely despised her. Couldn’t stand the very sight of her. At least, that’s what he told himself every night when those irritating thoughts of her found their way to the forefront of his mind, his hand sliding beneath the waistband of his breeches to fist his cock, her name falling from his lips as he pictured her writhing in pleasure beneath him when he spilled himself in his hand.

The woman he both hated and craved for nearly three decades. No, not a woman. A vampire, a very old and powerful one at that. Corvina.

He hated her pale skin, as soft and beautiful as the snow of the lands of Norway where she was born. He couldn’t stand her perfect ruby red lips, so kissable but hiding those sharp pearly, white fangs of hers. He despised that long dark brown hair, the way it fell in soft waves down her back when she wore it loose and how it contrasted with her skin, making her look even more unnaturally stunning. The worst was her eyes. Those damn gorgeous and absolutely mesmerizing blood red eyes. He swore just one look was enough to cause any sane man to fall under her spell, the result of her vampiric compulsion.

But he’d be lying because he knew that wasn’t it. After thirty years of knowing Corvina, Sihtric knew it wasn’t magic she used to charm men like him. It was her gentle and caring nature, so unlike the others of her kind. It was the way she was always there for him and his friends, never with a harsh word or judgement. He was so used to being talked down to by Saxons and Danes alike, be it for his paganism or his status as Kjartan’s bastard. But not with her, never with her. No, her sweet voice and kind words always caused his cheeks to flush red and he hated it. She should be spiteful and cruel, like he had been taught all vampires are, but no. She had to go and be different, so caring and thoughtful and gentle. Sihtric had wanted to scream to the gods themselves that they were truly cruel to curse such an amazing woman to be an immortal beast, destined to live her life in the shadows.

He remembers the first time Uhtred had told Finan, Osferth and him about her. He was barely 20, a fresh faced warrior in his lord's service. It was 886 at the Battle of Beamfleot when Uhtred decided to attack the fortress in an attempt to free Aethelflaed from the clutches of Erik and Sigefrid. There wasn’t enough men to successfully storm the fortress and Uhtred knew it, so he said he called in a favor and everyone was thrilled for the aid. How was Sihtric supposed to know it would be the very being who would haunt his every waking thought and even dreams? He remembers seeing her walking into the camp the first night, how she seemed to appear from the shadows beyond the light of the campfire. He was startled by her sudden appearance, so speechless as she gave him that little knowing grin that he almost didn’t notice the predatory gleam in her unusual eyes. Uhtred had introduced Corvina to the others and Sihtric could only stutter out a half-assed greeting to her beautiful face, before she turned and started discussing how many men she brought and plans to get Uhtred to Aethelfaed. He remembers how stunning she looked in the heat of battle, cutting down her enemies with ruthless efficiency in that damned black armor looking every inch a warrior queen that he knew she was. His breeches felt tighter when he saw her covered in blood, her eyes glowing fiercely and fangs on full display when she dragged Sigefrid in front of Uhtred, tossing his body to the ground like he weighed nothing. The siege was a success, Aethelflaed and Erik eloping and leaving East Anglia behind to start their new life, thanks to the financial contributions of none other than Corvina. Finan and Osferth gave Sihtric a hard time afterwards, saying that he was acting like a fool in love. He vehemently denied their claims, saying he was just surprised a creature like her would help them and he worried for the price she would ask. She never asked for anything.

Then of course there was that whole situation with Skade and Bloodhair, the way that damned witch cursed his lord and friend. Uhtred’s health had been failing fast and they weren’t going to make it to Dunholm, so he made the choice to seek out Corvina for her help. Of course, she opened the doors to her castle and removed the curse, never once asking for payment for her aid. Sihtric had tried to offer her one of his armrings (after Uhtred told him to give it to her) and she simply smiled, saying she wouldn’t take anything and that she was happy to help a friend. That was the first time Sihtric snarled at her, deciding then and there that she must be a manipulative creature, because no one is that nice for no reason. He hated her and he hated that hurt look in her eyes after he yelled at her even more, but his pride wouldn’t let him apologize for his outburst. No, in his youthful ignorance and arrogance, he doubled down and simply glared at her. She was a vampire, a creature of the night. A beautiful monster. He went back to his wife later on, but Sidgeflaed was only a sorry reminder of who he really wanted. He remembers taking his wife from behind that first night back, the sight of her brown hair reminding him of Corvina. It’s no surprise when he said another woman’s name in his marriage bed that his wife would be angry, leaving him and taking the children with her. He truly loathed Corvina then, blaming her for his failed marriage because he refused to accept that he was well and truly in love with her.

When Uhtred failed to regain Bebbanburg from his estranged cousin, Wihtger in 910, the men fled to the safety of Corvina’s castle and Sihtric was practically seething in frustration. He hated that they came knocking on her door looking like kicked dogs and she just let them in with a sympathetic smile, telling them they were welcome to stay as long as they needed to. Uhtred had firmly told Sihtric to mind his manners, because they couldn’t afford to get tossed out now and if he snapped on Corvina again, they would really make the square. Sihtric had bit his tongue for most of their stay, seeing her move about the castle like a damned angel amongst men. She dressed in the varying styles of the world, but he remembers that Grecian gown the most of all. The fabric was a beautiful shade of purple, something he’s never seen even the wealthiest kings of this land wear. The fabric flowed over her soft curves, her hair pulled back and pinned with golden laurel leaves. She looked like a goddess and his mouth watered at the sight of her, sitting atop the throne as she held court for her undead minions. He hated her, he told himself as he hid inside an alcove and jerked himself off, imagining burying his face between her thighs and devouring her on that very throne in front of everyone. He imagined she tasted like that ambrosia she spoke of from her time in Greece, all sweet and addicting. He felt burning shame when he came and made a mess of the wall and floor, knowing it was wrong to crave her but he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stand the way her very existence seemed to bring about powerful emotions, and he hated not feeling in control of himself. He snapped at Finan and Osferth when he had returned to them, their mocking smiles grating on his nerves. As per usual, Corvina just had to glide up to them at that moment with her signature alluring smile on her face, asking what was wrong. Sihtric sneered at her and made some snarky remark before storming off, never seeing the knowing look on her face.

That was nearly 8 years ago now. Today, they stand in the war camp just outside Bebbanburg planning an attack. Uhtred intends to win this time and of course, he just had to ask Corvina for help. Sihtric had been avoiding her like the plague he convinced himself she was, but he couldn’t dodge her forever. She walked into the command tent, carrying herself with an authority that took the breath right out of his lungs. She was wearing her usual black armor, her dark hair braided back and not a hair out of place. She cut Sihtric a look, her red eyes piercing into his soul for a moment before she smiled brightly at Uhtred, hugging him with a laugh and a joke about how old he had gotten. Even Finan and Osferth, his own battle brothers, had hugged this despicable creature like an old friend, even though that was exactly what she was. He thought she looked just as beautiful as the first time he saw her nearly 30 years ago, before bitterly remembering that she doesn’t age due to her vampirism. His lips pressed into a thin line and he simply nodded at her, determined not to piss both her and Uhtred off if his mouth got away from him. Plans were made for an attack the next morning, her men joining the shield wall alongside Uhtred’s forces. Even if he couldn’t stand the sight of her, Sihtric knew she was a formidable ally and warrior, commanding respect from her people and instilling fear in the hearts of her enemies.

Sihtric found her later that night, standing on the edge of the field beside the coastal fortress and staring out over the moonlight grass. He knew her eyes were better suited to the darkness and she always studied the battlefield before the fight, something she claimed she learned from her time with the Roman Legion. She stood there with her hands clasped loosely behind her back, her back straight and head held high.

“If you are here to sass me, Sihtric, you will find I am not in the mood,” Corvina spoke in a calm voice, looking over her shoulder at the warrior. She couldn’t deny he had grown into a handsome man, the top half of his dark hair braided and the rest hanging in curls that would make anyone jealous. He was sporting a goatee, and she wondered what it feel like against her cold skin. He looked damned good, the muscles of his arms flexing as he crossed his arms and stood next to her. She wanted to bite him and those arms, wondered if his blood tasted as good as he smelled. She saw his jaw tense before he took a breath, looking at her with a serious expression.

“No, I am not here to sass you Corvina. I wanted to make sure you understood the gravity of what is happening tomorrow. We aren’t just reclaiming Bebbanburg for Uhtred, we are fighting for the fate of Northumbria itself,” he said firmly, already aggravated with himself for his thoughts running wild.

Corvina sighed, turning to face Sihtric with an exasperated expression. “I know what we fight for and we will not lose. You have fought on the shield wall with me before, you have seen me fight and you know I am not in the habit of losing. But I can tell from your tense stance that is not the real reason you are here, is it?”

Sihtric nodded, his eyes finding Corvinas. He always found them captivating, the red hue switching from a bright red to a deep burgundy depending on her mood. “No, I came because I wanted to make sure you will keep your end of the bargain. No feeding on the soldiers before or after the battle, your men stay in control and don’t succumb to bloodlust in the middle of the fighting, and all those other promises you’ve made,’ he replied in a tense tone, grinding his teeth together as he looked away from the pretty little vampire that had haunted him for his entire life.

She rolled her eyes and looked away, placing her hands on her hips as she looked down and shook her head, her words coming out with a defeated tone as she spoke. “You already know I will uphold my word, Sihtric. We have this conversation every time I agree to fight with you lot. By the gods, I am tired of this.”

Corvina turned to look at Sihtric, licking her red lips and staring into his eyes with an intensity the Dane didn’t quite like. “What have I ever done to you to make you hate me so? I have been nothing but a good and kind friend to you all, never betraying any of you like so many others have, and yet you treat me with the same level of animosity you did when you were 20. By the Aesir, you are 51 years old now. What in the hell have I done to you for you to hold a grudge after all these years?”

He remained silent for a moment, considering her words carefully. He knew had been harsh towards her in the past, his youthful ignorance causing him to be suspicious of the supernatural. He was older now and he knew better. He knew she was a powerful and loyal ally, but he also knew she could be ruthless and unforgiving. Admittedly, he had taken her for granted without fully appreciating the nuances of her character. After a moment he spoke, avoiding her searching gaze. “I know that you have never betrayed us and I know that you have been a good ally. But the fact remains that you are a vampire, and for most people that is enough to inspire fear and loathing.” It was a cop out, and they both knew it. He couldn’t admit to her that he just wanted to be in her presence, finding it to be both soothing and resolute, like an anchor in the eye of the hurricane.

Corvina shook her head, looking up to the stars and taking a deep breath before responding. “That might be most people, but you are not most people. I asked why you specifically hate me. It’s been 30 gods damned years, Sihtric. I have fought for you, taken hits for you and still it's not enough. I am owed an explanation at the least,” her words were firm, her tone indicating she wanted answers and she wanted them now.

Sihtric looked at her, his expression hardening as all his repressed emotions boiled over in the worst way possible. “Because you are a fucking vampire!” He exclaimed, his voice ringing out in the quiet of the night. “You drink blood for Thor’s sake! How can I trust someone like you?” He shook his head, trying to reign in his temper before spitting out. “You are a monster and I will never trust a creature like you.”

Hurt crossed Corvinas face for a split second before her own face hardened, her lips pressed into a thin line. He knew calling her monster was the one thing she hated, and he suddenly wished he could snatch the word back if it meant she wouldn’t look at him with such disdain.

“Goodnight, Sihtric,” she said in a harsh tone before suddenly turning on her heel and walking away with a stiff stride, determined not to let him see her cry. She may have been undead, but that didn’t mean she was completely heartless.

Sihtric watched Corvina retreat, feeling guilt and anger surge through him. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but his emotions got the best of him and he started running at the mouth before he could stop himself. He started pacing, muttering under his breath trying to calm himself down. “Dammit. I need to apologize to her…but first, we have a battle to win.” He went back to his tent after several minutes of cursing himself for his actions, trying and failing to get some sleep before the battle tomorrow.

He woke early the next morning, preparing for the battle and checking on his men, making sure everything was in order. He didn’t see Corvina around the camp, but he forced himself to stay focused on the fight ahead. He needed to keep his head on right if he wanted to survive the day, but he thought to himself that Valhalla would be a preferable end after the way he acted last night.

By the time the sun starts rising over the horizon, everyone is in position on the battlefield. The two opposing forces face each other, shields up and swords in hand, the deep breath before the fighting breaks out seeming to slow time. The early morning rays shone across the field, a low fog hanging between Wihtger’s men and Uhtred’s. Corvina stands next to Sihtric, their shields locked tightly in formation as they wait with bated breath for Uhtred’s command. Despite the events of the previous night, they both have grim and determined expressions on their faces, stone cold focused on the enemy.

Once the signal was given, all hell broke loose. Wihtger’s men clashed hard with the wall, but the joint forces of Uhtred’s and Corvina’s armies were not so easily broken. The sounds of clashing metal and wood, along with the battle cries of the warriors filled the otherwise calm morning air. Once the wall finally broke, Sihtric and Corvina fought back to back, slicing through their foes with brutal efficiency. He smirked when he saw Corvina hit her stride, her supernatural speed and agility unmatched by the Scots and the rest of Wihtger’s men. He saw the moment they realized what she was, the fear in their eyes for the split second before she cut them down. He tried not to stare at her, his axe swinging through the air as he managed a fatal blow on his own enemy.

After a couple hours of fighting, Uhtred’s side had cut a swath through the usurpers' forces and Wihtger was engaged in a one on one battle with Uhtred. Sihtric and Corvina pick off a few stragglers, the rest scattering to the winds at the decisive loss only to be run down by Corvina’s vampire spawn before they reach the edge of the battlefield. She turned her back for just a second, slashing the throat of a still twitching man when a monster hunter snuck up behind Corvina. She realized what was happening just as the hunter brought a silver dagger up, driving it deep into her side. She cried out in agonizing pain, dropping her shield and bringing her sword down across the man's neck, his blood spraying across her face. She collapsed to the ground with the dagger protruding from her side, another hunter running up with an elder wood stake in his hands. Corvina hissed menacingly at him, her fangs elongated and eyes glowing dangerously as she struggled against the man.

The moment Sihtric heard Corvina cry out, he turned and his heart nearly stopped. He didn’t hesitate to charge forward, swinging his axe with precision and decapitating the hunter, pushing his body off Corvina before dropping his weapon and kneeling by her side. He quickly pulled the blade out of her side, knowing that her natural healing abilities will kick in now that the silver is removed. He tossed the blade off to the side before reaching down and scooping Corvina up into his strong arms, quickly carrying her out of harm's way. Her head lolled back as she lay in his arms, Sihtric only half aware that Uhtred stood victorious over his cousin's body as he half ran back to the camp. He heard her mumble his name and he pulled her closer, looking down at her quickly with a soft expression before turning towards where her tent was. Where she was normally so strong and independent, she now looked so vulnerable in his hold. He felt a whirlwind of emotions within him, but he pushed them aside and focused on getting her back to her tent.

“Shh, It’s okay. I’ve got you, Vina,” he whispered, ignoring anyone who tried to stop him. Once inside her tent, he moved to lay her on her bed and began removing her armor and clothes, wanting to get a good look at the wound.

She hissed in pain, feeling Sihtric remove her leather cuirass and pulling her ruined tunic up enough to expose the wound to his focused gaze. She tightly gripped the furs beneath her, her breathing heavy as Sihtric grabbed a bucket of water and clean rag to begin cleaning the blood away from the gash in her side.

“I need to feed, it’s the only way I will heal. I know you hate me for being a vampire, as you so kindly put it last night, but this is who I am, Sihtric,” she said through gritted teeth, her fangs glinting in the low light of the tent as she looked into his mismatched eyes. The hurt from him calling her the one thing she hated was still fresh in her mind, but she refused to stoop to his level even if she wanted to.

He looked at her, his expression softening when he saw how much pain she was in. He hated seeing her hurt and hated even more that she was right, she needed to drink blood if this wound was going to heal properly. That thought caused him to remember exactly what she was and his usual sneer found it’s way back to his face. “Fine, but don’t think for a second that I’m doing this because I like being your snack. You’re a dangerous creature and I hate having anything to do with vampires,” he growled, his jaw clenching as the image of her feeding from him sent his mind racing with less than innocent thoughts.

Corvina sighs exasperatedly and shakes her head, sitting up with a groan and a wince as she clutches her side. She gives Sihtric an expectant look, her tone questioning. “Oh, so you go from despising me for being a vampire to offering yourself up to be my breakfast? How generous of you, Sihtric. You told me last night that you didn’t trust me, so what the hell changed for you between then and now?”

He glared at her, his face flush with embarrassment and anger as she called him out. He knew he was being hypocritical, but he didn’t need Corvina telling him that. His frustration at the whole situation came out first, and he naturally lashed out at her. “Oh just shut up and feed from me already! You should just be acting like a predator, a monster like any other supernatural entity but you just have to talk to damn much.”

There it was again, that derogatory term. Corvina took a breath and stood up from her bed, speaking in a harsh voice that belayed her hurt. “Fuck you, Sihtric Kjartansson.” She slowly made her way to the entrance of her tent, determined to flag down one of her own people if it meant getting away from the most infuriating and oblivious asshole in all of Northumbria.

“Don’t you dare leave! You are injured and need to rest,” Sihtric shouted as he jumped to his feet, running up and grabbing Corvina’s arm by surprise, pulling her back towards him. His grip was firm, intended to keep her close to him and not to harm her. Not that he could anyway, seeing as how she had an impressive threshold for pain. His breath was hot on her ear as he whispered menacingly, the thought of her soft lips on another person causing jealousy to rear its ugly head within him. “If you think you can just go out there and find someone else to feed from…think again.”

Corvina growled back, turning and shoving Sihtric off her. Even injured, she was still stronger than a human and he stumbled backwards with the force she used against him. “Do not presume to touch me or give me any commands. I have put up with your unjust treatment of me for long enough. Your stubbornness and pride has cost you a friend this day. Enjoy your victory, Sihtric, and be gone from my tent when I return,” she snarled at him for the first time in their long friendship, letting the startled man see her righteous fury painted across her face. She knew she looked every inch of the ancient vampire she was, her fangs elongated and eyes glowing the brightest red Sihtric had ever seen. She closed her eyes and shook her head, muttering something under her breath about stubborn men and how they are the same in every age and land. She then turned on her heel and left her tent, leaving Sihtric behind with his scattered thoughts. He stood there staring as the flap of the tent blew in the soft early morning breeze and the sounds of people returning to camp filled his ears.

After the initial shock of seeing her lash out at him in that manner wore off, all Sihtric could think about was how his breeches suddenly felt a lot tighter and he hated everything about it. He groaned and ran a hand down his face, feeling both frustrated and aroused at the way everything went down. Frustrated at his own stubbornness and prejudice against vampires despite her best efforts to prove otherwise, and aroused at getting to see her in all her glory and have it directed at him. Despite himself, he thought she looked beyond magnificent and he finally understood what it was that had made her the vampire queen in that moment. After a few moments, he left her tent and walked out into the busy camp as the high from their win filled the air. He couldn’t help but envy the lucky person who she would feed on, wanting nothing more than to be in their shoes before the shame of thinking such thoughts came back to the forefront of his mind. As he made his way through the war camp and back to Uhtred’s side, his first thought was how he hoped he hadn’t pushed her completely away. His second? He wondered if he groveled enough at her feet if she would take pity on him and let him fall into her bed rather than someone else after the celebrations tonight.

Gods help him not muck this up, because he wasn’t sure he could handle another night of just him and his hand.

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The Queen’s Delectation Pt.2

“Does something bother you my Queen?” Prince Jamie asked, speaking in a soft and tender tone. Still lightly panting from his orgasm, he gently rubbed his sex into her now cum-covered bump while waiting for a response. Queen Angelica took a moment to respond, easing off of a particularly painful cramp. Her wince slowly subsiding into a normal, calmed expression. The Prince felt her hand gently grasp his as they both rubbed the side of her belly, feeling movements that were more dramatic than usual.

“I..I think our child may be ready my love..it..it moves..quite rapaciously within me,” responded the Queen. The Prince showed immediate concern, able to switch off the lust of his previous action in love for his betrothed.

“O..oh my Queen..w..what do you desire? A bath? Rest? Anything my Queen..we must ensure your comfort..the child should be brought safely into this world..” The Queen offered a small smile, shaking her head lightly. Trying to offset the Prince’s obvious but subdued concern. Her opposite hand moved to run through his light hair, her soft fingers parting strands as she massaged his scalp.

“Don’t fret my love..it’s merely the beginning..I shall try and sleep some, in preparation for the more intense labor. Just..lie here with me, will you?” She ended her words with a more expressive smile, leaning forward to kiss her beloved and hold his hand closer to her swollen midsection. He of course complied, gladly wrapping his arms around his Queen and letting her sleep on her side. Cozying up behind her, making sure to keep his palm splayed on her stretched belly. He never faulted, spending the night embracing her and feeling how much his unborn strained and twisted inside. Peppering her incredibly soft neck and cheeks with warm, loving kisses. Her body so warm, so beautiful in this state. Though Prince Jamie tried to match his Queen’s restlessness, he eventually fell asleep, leaving her to try and sleep, mostly unsuccessfully. She spent the rest of the night stifling moans, gently roaming her overdue belly with a loving hand, whispering for her baby to calm. Unfortunately the little one was quite raucous, and constantly pushed on her already full bladder. Only adding to her sleeplessness, as she was unwilling to wake her Prince for a pee break. The night slowly passed for her, though Jamie was well-rested, as he usually was when cuddling with his wife. When the sun started to stream in through cracks in the curtains and woke the content Prince, he stretched with a soft yawn, rubbing his eyes and finally letting go of his beloved’s belly. Expecting to find her sleeping, though turning and finding her already starting to look back, not noticing the dark spots indicative of her clear lack of said sleep. He greeted her with a warm kiss, giving a soft rub to her tummy and partially sitting up, propping himself with his elbow.

“Sleep well, my love?” He asked, speaking in a quiet tone, still waking up himself. Turning to pull a velvet cord which rung a bell outside the bedroom, alerting the servants that the couple was ready for breakfast in bed. Queen Angelica turned toward him, heaving her belly and lying on her back, quite an uncomfortable position nowadays.

“Q..quite well my Prince,” she lied, deciding to spare him the worry of knowing she had gotten near to no sleep. Asking the same to him and getting a more enthusiastic yes. They spent some time wrapped around each other, pecking one another’s lips with gentle, tired kisses. The Prince of course couldn’t keep his hands off her bloated midsection, feeling all around after pulling the sheets just below the bottom curve of her bump. Making small comments at the exaggerated position of their unborn, a childlike wonder on his eyes, one which the Queen enjoyed watching, no matter how uncomfortable her situation had gotten. Soon after a single servant arrived, a young maiden who had just been plucked off the streets for the job. She wore the usual attire, a simple wrap around her breasts and a small loincloth-like bottom, one which was longer down the middle and back than the sides. The servant carried a large platter filled with eggs, fruit, bacon, and other food items which the couple would have free rein over. She bent over the Prince’s side to gently place it along their laps, but made a soft interjection when it found some resistance, his morning erection pushing through the sheets and standing tall before the platter. She pushed once more, though found the same blockage as she nervously looked to the Prince’s face, realizing her mistake. Quickly she managed to maneuver the platter into a new position, her cheeks glowing a hot red at her embarrassment. Almost stuck as she gazed between the couple’s faces, then at the Queen’s exposed breasts, and even more intently at her massive bump which Prince Jamie’s hand remained steadfastly attached to. Eventually she pulled her eyes away, quietly scurrying off, feeling the royal couple’s eyes follow her till she shut the door a bit too hard. The Queen and Prince looked back at each other, taking a moment to process, as if to comment. Queen Angelica started, a somewhat devious smile on her lips as she spoke.

“Look at you..making the servant girl’s heart flutter,” she commented, a soft chuckle following her words. Seeing her husband’s expression remain unsure, almost worried. She lightened the mood by bending in for a kiss, then pushing a small piece of cheese between his lips.

“Don’t worry my love..just make sure she doesn’t end up with a swollen belly in a few months..or do..I wouldn’t really mind..” added the Queen, a more mischievous expression following as she laughed more audibly and smooched her lover once more, seeing he was still stiff.

“Oh c’mon! The food will go cold,” she said playfully.

The Prince slowly dug in, the slight blush leaving his cheeks. He did find the servant girl..quite attractive. But he wanted to ensure his Queen felt worshipped, adored more than anything. Especially as she was bound to give birth to the heir any hour now. They didn’t take long, with how voracious she had gotten with the pregnancy. His hands frequently offering up more to her, egging her on “for the baby.” Watching the juices leak down his arm when she took a bite of a soft fruit, licking up what remained. Ending it all with two tall goblets, one with wine for the Prince, while the other contained regular fruit concentrate for the Queen. Today was set to be a relaxed one, with all of the Queen’s appointments and showings cancelled, save for one. A very important diplomatic talk which could not be delayed. Angelica dreaded having to show up to the event, but eventually did. Dressed in a simple yet very much royal outfit. A light purple wrap for her top, just enough to cover her breasts. And a golden-colored skirt-like piece. Both adorned with the finest of gems to show the queendom’s wealth. Jamie accompanied, frequently watching his beloved as she communicated with the foreign representatives. Feeling his wife’s pain when there was a visible shift in her belly or a dramatic wince that she tried to hide. He couldn’t wait to be alone with her again, in their chambers. His wishes would come true soon enough, and he held the Queen’s hands while she stood, trying to ease the weight on her hips. Making sure to give her frequent kisses and belly rubs, feeling his baby twist and turn, clearly past ready to come out. Both of them nude as before, primed for the royal birth.

“Our baby..it’s almost here isn’t it? Do you think it will be a beautiful little girl or boy?” His eyes were gleaming with anticipation, clearly not weighed down by the pains of labor like his wife. She gazed back at him with a weak smile, starting to sweat from the added heat of labor. She wiped her head and thought quietly, sighing.

“A girl..I think. Though I’d love either.” She responded, eliciting a smile out of Jamie. But before he had time to respond, her eyes fluttered and she let out a strange moan, unlike the somewhat casual ones earlier. A hand immediately went to her belly, clutching it as she laid into Jamie. Neither of them had time to question it before a sudden splash of water popped, rushing down her legs. It coated the Prince’s throbbing erection in fluid, and drenched his legs as well. Both of them momentarily confused as the puddle of water grew between their bodies.

“J..Jamie..my waters..” was all the Queen could mutter, followed by a softer moan. Leaning heavily into her Prince, she looked for comfort.

“O..oh my..my Queen..” Jamie was temporarily stunned, though his instincts and teaching eventually kicked in, rubbing his hands along his expectant wife’s back.

“You’re okay..you’re okay..we’ve got time. Deep breaths my love..I’m here for you,” comforted Jamie, in awe at the beauty of the moment. The fluids drenching his lower body bothered him none, and he looked to make his wife as comfortable as possible as his hands grasped her soft love handles, helping her to stand. They gently swayed for hours, transitioning from standing, to sitting, and back again. As the more intense contractions arrived, Jamie pressed his body behind Queen Angelica. His hands palming her belly, feeling how it pushed out and down with the entrance of the baby into her cervix. They got into a squatting position, with his erection remaining firm and lined up with her sex. Never entering, just hovering against it. The quivering of the Queen’s vagina keeping Jamie erect sending soft waves of pleasure through his body. He shooed off any servants, ensuring this would be a private, intimate affair. Listening to the Queen’s prolonged, low moans and clutching tighter.

“You’re so perfect my Queen..to see you bring our child into this world..it hypnotizes me.” The Queen kept up her constant, rhythmic groans. Trying to stretch for the overdue baby. Its size already overwhelming as it pressed against the exit. Resting against her Prince, feeling him support her along the way. Her low moans changing to occasional, shaky screams as the head began to bulge. The Prince feeling the sensation against his own sex, making sure she was progressing well with a gentle arm rub and kiss to the cheek. Slowly pushed further and further down by the crowning head, the Prince clutched his Queen’s belly. Praying quietly to the goddesses that the birth would progress well. When the head was beginning to exit he placed a hand below, cradling the head, noting how full of hair it was. Tearing up as his Queen cried, bravely pushing. The baby stuck for some time in this position, mucus leaking onto the floor. After more time stretching and some downwards belly rubs by the Prince, the baby’s shoulders began to emerge. Followed by a sudden plop as it fell to the floor, a splash of liquids showing the little one was finally here. Soft crying beginning, its airways being cleared. Both the Prince and Queen a bit dazed, still clutching each other.

“M..my Queen..your heir has finally arrived!” He said in joyous tears, hugging her close. His excited erection pushing upward against the stretched vagina, tangling with the thick umbilical cord. He couldn’t stop kissing her, rubbing the now soft belly, feeling how it remained to show what she had carried but began to sink and loose its firmness. Spending a few moments showing her his love before finally bending down and picking up their baby. Lifting the soaked infant to its mothers chest and checking the sex.

“A little girl!” She exclaimed, kissing the baby and the Prince. Cradling the little one, proclaiming her love. Jamie looking over her shoulder, rubbing the baby’s head.

“Our little Princess,” he muttered, smiling at the one who would be the next Queen.

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