- au, Fluixon's bribe wasn't discovered User is another ruler.
//Suggestive!!
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It was another slightly frosty sunset on the rich island. Hot orange rays of the sun spread across the slowly swaying sea, the softly rustling leaves, and the structures erected by human hands. The wind whispered all sorts of fables, fluffy clouds drifted across the darkening sky. People slowly dispersed to their homes, chatting cheerfully, discussing news and the latest gossip. A disquieting scent hung in the air, anticipating war with the hapless island. But for now, everything was as it should be.
But for you? It was a special day for you. Today was another meeting between you and the leader of Luminaria, Fluixon. And your kingdoms had finally formed an alliance; Fluixon had gained the support of another leader, but this alliance was special: he had waited a long time for your agreement, far too long. You hesitated, reread the documents, asked questions... It all took a long time, but he liked it. Now, he wouldn't tolerate such treatment from anyone. But you? You had earned his favor. Through your affair with him.
The public didn't need to know this; they didn't deserve to see something so tender. Something that had to stay hidden, between you and him.
In his dark bedroom, the curtains covered the windows, preventing prying eyes from peering inside. Fluixon brazenly pressed you against the wall, the cold stone behind your back a contrast to his hot touch. At this moment his brain struggled to maintain the control — he couldn't give in to his feelings right now.
His hand gently pressed your palm against the wall, the other caressed your waist. He glanced at you again, taking in your appearance: oh gods, you were beautiful.
You always were. But today? Today you were more beautiful than ever. Like the brightest star on the pitch black sky. Dressed in those clothes, that were especially chosen for the contract signing. You were like a nymph—no, not a nymph. Nymphs were pure, you weren't. And Fluixon liked that. You were a succubus, risen from the underworld to seduce him.
And it worked.
His hand holding yours slid down, his fingers gently tracing your veins in a caressing gesture. Finishing the gesture, his hand moved to cup your cheek and stroke it. His cold violet eyes softened — gentleness wasn't his thing, but for you, he was ready to be the most affectionate puppy.
After all, a wolf in love won't become a predator again.
His lips pressed against yours in a hot, passionate kiss. His eyes closed, tail twitched in pure pleasure. It was as if he had gained immense power over two islands, but a thousand times better. No, nothing was even close to this pure euphoria.
His other hand, still at your waist, slowly, almost painfully, slid to your collar, trying to feel the soft texture of your clothing. But his fingers didn't rush to unbutton your shirt; not now. Too early, too easy. His fingertips caressed your neck, teasingly, to warm up the already hot atmosphere.
Fluixon finally pulled away to catch his breath. After a brief pause, which didn't cause discomfort but only fueled the hot atmosphere, he whispered: "Filthy animal..." It wasn't even clear who he was insulting: himself or you. In this situation, he was the animal—needy, pathetic. A mere puppy.