In the Kingdom of Smut Ch. 03

"Gods, why can no one ever just call me 'Martin?'" He asked, laughing to himself as he shook his head, "No need for titles, Christie; no need for being so reserved." She swallowed in nervousness, "You and I- and my mother, I suppose - shared something tonight. It was a delight, and I hope you enjoyed it half as much as I did."

"More than half..." She murmured, a shy smile at last gracing her face. Her eyes flicked up to look at him, it reminded him of an earlier moment they'd shared with her buried in his crotch.

"The point is, Christie: I'm glad you arrived when you did. You may have well saved my life." The easy grin on his face caused her to laugh.

"Gods, Queen Moiraine is a bit forward, isn't she?" Her eyes shined in genuine affection. "I was happy to be of service, Martin."

"The pleasure was all mine." He said, "And I mean that literally: next time, we'll switch places, hm? I would be honored to please your wet pussy as you 'sucked my dick.' Was that the way you put it?" She nodded, another blush rushing across her features.


"I-I was a bit too brazen with my words." She said, toying with her hands.

"More brazen than most." Martin agreed, stepping closer, "But perfect for me." He said, taking her face and planting a kiss upon her mouth. Despite her hesitation, she took to the kiss with gusto, licking him through the connection of lips, tonguing his teeth. They pulled back after a moment's press, looking at one another. "I just realized we hadn't done that, yet." Martin whispered.

"Now we have." She said, her voice low and husky. "Promise me you'll do it again?" He smiled and kissed her a second time.


"Only if you ask it of me." He said. Her hand hesitatingly drifted across his side. "You should get back to the Queen," he said, "Mother isn't the most patient when it comes to her satisfaction, and I'm afraid you may have some hours yet before she lets you off."

"Before she gets me off." Christie replied, and the two laughed. She moved to leave, her hand the only thing Martin held, and he gripped it, stopping her from moving away entirely. She turned back to look at him. "Your Grace?" She said, her voice tremulous.

"Yes?" He said, kissing the top of her hand again.

"If I may be so bold, Martin... I have other fantasies about you that I wish to try... and- and not all of them involve a summer cottage." She squeezed his hand with her own, pulling at last away and moving to head back to the Queen's chambers. "Perhaps you'll indulge me someday."

"I have no doubt." Martin replied, bowing to her deeply and granting her a brilliant smile. "You and I still have much to discuss, Christie. Good night for now. Let me know how she tastes compared to me, will you?" She smiled back and waved as she left.