Chapter 57: That happened...
Stefan’s POV
Jonquil blinked, her nostrils still flared, and then she leaned in another half inch, her left breast brushing my shoulder slightly.
"Did you bathe in a different herb inside the Queen’s palace?" She muttered.
"Why do you ask?" I asked, already knowing exactly why, already enjoying it.
"You smell different." Her eyes stayed locked on me, something unfamiliar moving behind them. "I want to drink it in."
A warm smile broke out slowly on my face; "Drink in as much as you want, then."
She shifted closer, angling her whole body toward mine, and started breathing me in properly - long, Ainhales, exhaling slow through parted lips, leaning further into my space with every breath until her shoulder pressed flush against my chest. Her hand found my thigh at some point, resting there like it had always belonged, her fingers curling slightly into the fabric.
I was, to put it mildly, extremely pleased with myself.
I could use this opportunity to cool off...
Then a small nagging thought surfaced through the haze of my own satisfaction - the daily task. I could remember one of the tasks could hinder what I was about to pull off, something about no sex until noon, and I had completely lost track of it somewhere between the ride, the wolves, the Queen nearly drowning me, and everything else this planet had thrown at me since sunrise.
I pulled up the dashboard quick, scanning down the list.
[TASK: Do not engage in sexual intercourse until noon. — COMPLETE]
[REWARD ISSUED: +100 AP]
I let out a slow breath, relief and satisfaction mixing together nicely. It was late evening now and I hadn’t even had to think about avoiding anything - the whole day’s chaos had done the avoiding for me. Free and clear. Whatever happened next wouldn’t cost me anything.
"Perfect," I murmured under my breath, already turning my full attention back to the woman currently breathing me in like I was the last good thing left on this planet.
"Hey," I said, leaning close to her ear. "You got a room nearby? Somewhere private?"
"Do you mean my abode? The celebration runs until dawn," Jonquil said, still breathing me in between words. "The Flowers will spend the night in the courtyard. We return to the Bloomhold by morning."
"Bloomhold." I filed that away fast - it had to be the military compound, wherever the warriors actually lived when they weren’t out getting won over by wolves or generals or wandering con men.
"Are there rooms assigned here in the courtyard? Somewhere to relax?" I inquired further.
"Yes."
I leaned in closer, dropping my voice lower. "Should we go cool off, then? Somewhere private. Have our usual kind of training?"
Jonquil breathed in once more, deep and slow, and she nodded.
Perfect.
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The room Jonquil led us to sat just off the main courtyard, small but properly decorated in the palace’s relentless gold theme. There was a low bed against one wall, a single high-backed chair carved from dark wood and trimmed in the same shining metal as everything else in this building.
I was so pleased to see there was a bed on this planet even though I doubted it was made from foam like the ones on earth. At least, it would be better than the animal furs from the camp.
Jonquil pressed close to me the second the door shut behind us, her arms winding around me, face tucking against my neck like she was still chasing that scent.
"Why aren’t you drinking it in properly," I murmured, guiding her back just enough to lower myself into the gold-trimmed chair. I reached for her hand and pulled her gently down until she knelt between my knees, always so effortlessly obedient whenever I asked for something.
"Open your mouth. Wide."
She did, without hesitation, without a single question, her eyes half-lidded and hazy with whatever the perfume had stirred loose in her.
I was already hard, had been for a few minutes now if I was being honest with myself, and I reached down and freed my cock, guiding the tip forward, teasing it slow along her bottom lip before finally sliding it in, watching her lashes flutter at the taste and weight of it settling on her tongue.
She had just closed her mouth around it when the door burst open.
I didn’t stop moving. Didn’t even flinch, honestly, too far gone in the moment and too curious who’d interrupted to bother pulling back right away.
I turned my head lazily toward the sound and found a woman frozen in the doorway - one of the elites from the feast, fine draping fabric shifting around her, a lady in waiting hovering uselessly behind her shoulder.
Her eyes went wide, wider, then impossibly wide, taking in the whole scene in one horrified, unblinking sweep.
"What kind of horrifying act is going on here?" she said, voice cracking halfway through.
I let out a low laugh, unbothered, my hips rolling forward another slow inch, watching Jonquil’s throat work around me without complaint.
"Horrifying?" I said, amused.
"Sweetheart, this isn’t anything horrifying. This is one of the most enjoyable things a person can experience." I glanced down at Jonquil, then back up at the woman still frozen in the doorway. "You’re welcome to find out for yourself sometime."
Then the system dinged:
[Compatibility scan initiated.]
[Scanning... ]
[Recruitment Candidate registered.]
The woman’s brows furrowed, her mouth opening wide, her eyes darting helplessly between me and Jonquil like she physically couldn’t decide where to land her gaze.
Then her voice came out almost as a whisper;
"Why is a celebrated Flower kneeling before a Bound?" The elite’s eyes darted between Jonquil and I again, struggling to make sense of the scene.
Well, I didn’t allow Jonquil to reply. I was busy stuffing her mouth with my cock.
I didn’t reply either. I just stared on, actually my eyes were on the elite’s woman’s chest. My brain was trying to make out how succulent her large breasts would be.
Then her eyes wandered and fixed on me;
"Do you realize what you’ve done?" she whispered then before I could say anything - I wasn’t planning to reply by the way, she added;
"A Flower has never... behaved like this." She swallowed hard.
"If Her Majesty learns of this..."
Then she spun and fled, her robes snapping hard around the doorframe, footsteps echoing fast down the hall until they faded completely into the sound of distant drums.
I sat there for a second, still buried in Jonquil’s mouth, staring at the empty doorway.
"Well, that happened." I said finally, glancing down at Jonquil, who hadn’t so much as paused.