To Conquer a Queen

In the morning she stirred after sleeping for a good ten hours. Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was Eriol. He was leaning against the post at the foot of her bed, admiring her white lacy nightgown, which clung prettily to her voluptuous curves.


“You’re very sexy.” He said when she opened her eyes. She was the kind of girl who woke up in an instant, completely aware within seconds.


“I’m getting up for the day.” Came her answer, as she avoided his gaze, embarrassed but also not wanting to deal with him and his newfound disregard for her rules so early. Polite was her fallback when it was this early in the morning. Usually Eriol at least respected her distance when she was blatantly not interested.


Eriol smiled, shaking his head. He was dressed only in grey boxers. His chest looked the way it felt, she knew now, muscular and tight, and she remembered his rippling back and wanted to run her hands over his skin.


“It’s ten. I told the maids you were sleeping till twelve.” He knelt and moved over her bed as she pushed backwards helplessly. “I was trying to wait but it’s difficult. I thought of you all night. Spinel ended up spelling me to sleep for seven hours.” Just as he was reaching her she slipped off the bed and into the bathroom, closing the door firmly. He waited, listening, and praying she had no clothes in there.


“If you start running the shower or bath I’m coming in.” He called. She knew him well enough to know that he was serious, he would join her. She considered getting in anyway, almost anticipating his reaction, before she shook her head and continued with what she was doing.


He listened as she brushed her teeth and then used the toilet. The minute she finished washing her hands he clapped his hands. The door flew open and he pulled his hand apart, holding them like that and pulling with his magic, anchoring it between the hands.


“Nani!” She yelped quietly. The air pulled the girl towards him, then popping her onto the bed unceremoniously. She sprawled every which way, gown slipping down from one shoulder, riding up almost to her ass. Her hair tumbled over her head and the pillows. “Oof. Eriol, that’s rude and cheating.” She said, pushing her hair away from her face.


Eriol had already moved towards her. He slid into place, pulling her flush against him. They were spooned and one arm trailed over her abdomen.


“Now that we’ve both brushed our teeth, we can really enjoy ourselves.” He said into her ear. “Good thinking, moving for the bathroom and not the closet.” She flushed a little as he began nuzzling her neck.


“Eriol-kun, don’t.” She said softly, then louder, “Really, I just… I don’t want anything to get complicated. Can’t we have what we’ve always had?” She sounded a little upset again. He frowned.


“If you don’t want it you could always yell for the maids. Then I’d have to stop. But until then… No. I don’t want that. I want this. You had what you wanted with me for years.” He smiled when he looked at her neck before him. “Here’s something I can give you. I doubt anyone has before. You’re too proud.” Before she could speak again, he moved in on her neck.


It began so light she could barely feel it. He was breathing on her neck, his lips barely touching it, and then caressing it, gently. Still caressing, she felt his tongue glide in to touch her neck briefly before his lips continued working at her neck.


“Mmm.” She hummed, unbidden. Eriol’s lips moved from near her ear to her pulse point as the pressure built. His tongue swirled and she breathed in harshly. He sucked at the same spot on her neck lightly, and then more, nipping it. Suddenly, his mouth was aggressive, possessive. He sucked pulled at her skin with his teeth and sucked it, licked it, focused all of his efforts on the one pulse point. It was intoxicating, unbelievably fabulous. She wrapped their legs together, squeezing one of his between hers and pushing back and down against him, thoroughly enjoying his aggressive approach to her neck.


“A first then?” He asked, stopping.


“A first.” She answered shortly, attitude back, but body still tingling. He turned her towards him and kissed her fiercely, rebuilding the fire from last night. They rolled over each other, pushing with their tongues, their bodies. His hands roamed more than ever. They caressed her thighs, gliding up, up, and up, and then up the outside and back. He pulled away-


“You aren’t wearing any underwear.” He was grinning at her, a real genuine grin, not just an Eriol smile. “I’ve just decided our morning activities.” She shivered in unwanted anticipation.


“Eriol that’s too far. We’re friends. I can’t lose the only other close friend I have to rely on. I’m through loving friends.” She said fiercely. “Kami, get it through your thick head.” She ended the brief tirade gently.


He grinned again, and slid one hand over her dress to her chest. His hand clutched her left breast, squeezing as he ran a thumb over the nipple. It hardened almost painfully, sensitive all of a sudden, and she gasped. He circled it with his thumb, and his other hand came up and did the same to her other breast. Then he switched to his forefinger and thumb, the thin material allowing him to pinch and roll the sensitive nub between his fingers. She was gasping and arching up into him, because he was above her once again, and her legs were wrapping around his own, pulling their groins together. She moved out and then in once. He kneaded her breasts a few more times, massaging as she bit back a moan, before trailing his hands back down reluctantly.


“Uhh.” One escaped her as he stopped.


His hands slid around, down over her back and ass. His left hand stayed there and the right trailed around, to clasp her thigh. He caressed it and leaned in again to plunder her mouth ferociously. She was weak this time, allowing her mouth to be fiercely explored.


“So, hime.” He began, calling into use her nickname, “I remember you were quite eager last night.” His hand was caressing in between both legs, up and down, gradually moving north, and her heat and need built. “If I recall correctly,” he began, in typical Eriol tones, “You were all but begging for me to finger you. I could bring you to the edge Tomoyo. The edge of control... but not quite there. You were nowhere near that last night, I promise.” She arched again shortly in response as his hand got close enough to brush the edge of her opening. He settled his hand an inch away and waited. She looked at him with raw need, and saw he was smirking. Her hand moved to cup his erection and he inhaled sharply with a soft groan.


“Ok. No more teasing then. You adapt too quickly for me to try it much longer.” He said in English, smiling evilly as his hand moved to cup her once again. His forefinger caressed once, back and forth, dipping slightly into her. Her head fell back against the bed as she shuddered, one hand clutching her hair, face enraptured. The touch felt forbidden, almost guilty, and it glided in the wetness.


“You feel hot, Tomoyo. Maybe I’m just feeling it wrong. Let’s try again.” Eriol murmered, biting her neck and beginning another hickey as he took two fingers and drew them back and forth before sliding one into her, ever so slowly.


“Oh kami, kami…” she said breathless, squirming around. “Mmmm… more, Eriol, more!” She said. He grinned at her, Cheshire cat grin, and drew the finger out and in twice, causing her to moan under her breath all the while. Only then did he slide in a second.


“Let’s try something interesting.” He said after toying with her for a bit. He drew his fingers out of her, bringing them up. She stared in fascination. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He added gently, “Each to her own.” His fingers were poised in front of her like last night. She looked at him, a face full of … trust. And then curiosity as she took his fingers one at a time, sucking them clean.


“Ech.” She said afterwards, quiet but resolute in her slight distaste. She kissed him slowly, “Better”, and pulled away.


“I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it last night.” He said, and smiled at her suggestively. “But maybe we’ll save more of that for another morning.” She looked almost disappointed, which made his pulse race.


“Would you like to choose now?” He asked teasingly. She paused in trailing her hands over his bare chest to raise her eyebrows.


“Ok…”


He smiled and leaned in to whisper. “Well you could give me a little show, I promise that’ll be fun for you. I could show you what else I do with my tongue without going below your bellybutton, or I could get up and leave and take a cold shower. I could also finger you till you scream, at that.” His voice left chills running through her, especially his pleasure when the word scream rolled off his tongue. It occurred to her that he like to talk during these things, and it made her happy, because his words made it more exciting. And his voice was deeper, pleasant and scary and too exciting. She paused, unable to actually decide.


“How about this, then. I’ll show you what I can do with my tongue if you agree to give me a little show.” She began to consider, but was distracted when his hands began massaging her ass agreeably.


“Hai.” She said, purple eyes looking expectant and disbelieving, as though she couldn’t believe she was going along with it.


He smiled happily and slid the straps of her nightgown down, tugging the zipper in the back down about three inches and guiding the fabric down under her breasts. He did all of this slowly, and she merely closed her eyes and waited in anticipation.


‘She’s perfect’ He decided. Her breasts were large, creamy skin and dark centers, and he couldn’t wait to hear the sounds she was going to make.


First he took both in hand massaging and running his thumb over the tips, then flicking them with his finger fiercely. With each flick she shuddered and gasped in pain and delight. Pinching one nipple in his right hand he moved his head down to the other. He grasped it gently between his teeth and rolled it, still gently, then scraped it lightly.


“OoohAhhh.” She cried out. He raised his head quickly and whispered a few words in another language, holding out a hand to the walls.


“Sorry, hime, carry on being as loud as you want to. The walls aren’t going to let any sound out.” She grabbed his head and yanked it to her for a fierce kiss, biting his lips, before releasing him. He clenched both nipples fiercely between his fingers in response and she cried out, helpless.


He carried on, lowering his mouth to the same on. He touched the tip of his tongue to it and she gasped. Then he swirled his tongue around his and took the entire tip in his mouth to suck on.


“Mm, more, that’s not hard enough,” She murmured. He sucked harder biting down a little and she whimpered in pleasure. Having a pretty good idea of what she liked, he dragged his teeth across fiercely right down to the nub and squeezed it between his lips tightly, pushing at it with his tongue. Meanwhile his other hand was rubbing the other nipple between his fingers as hard as he could, pinching hard.


“Ow, Ah, AH, yes!” She said, arching up, hands gripping the blankets beneath her futilely. He continued on for a few minutes, alternating breasts, trying new things and old tricks both. He outright bit her nipple and she nearly yelled his name. He stopped and she lay there, still not fulfilled, chest throbbing in pain and pleasure.


“Alright, hime.” Eriol said mischievously, “Your turn. And in the state you’re in now, you’re going to enjoy this immensely. Just do what I say.” His hands moved to slide her legs opened and she shivered and nodded. She was still not quite sure what he meant.


He slid off of her and picked up her hands. He grinned at her and rubbed her hand against his own erection once, in mischief, groaning himself, before he scooted up closer. He guided her hands, one to her own chest and one down to her crotch. Still holding her hand between the lips of her core and his hand, he rubbed at her tantalizingly, and she nodded. Rubbing at her sore nipples again she felt herself get a little wetter in response. Eriol’s face grew dark in eagerness at her surprised and sultry look.


“Ok, now just rub a little at first.” He guided her with his words, and she did. She pushed down on her hand with her body, looking up at him, not down. His eyes were fixed on her hand. “And now, just a finger, gently, explore.” He continued quietly. Her entire body tingled, knowing he was watching. Her finger swirled and then slid in and she gasped at the feeling. As soon as she made a sound his eyes swung greedily up her body, past her bared chest, to her face. His eyes stayed there as she ground down on her own finger, then put another in, following his instructions. His eyes strayed a few times, watching her chest heave, watching her finger herself down below, and then she would make a noise and he’d return to watching her ecstatic face.


He looked turned on, like he was getting hotter and hotter as he watched her toy with her own body. Eventually his hand strayed to his own need, and he rubbed himself a few times, moaning with her.


“Eriol.” She moaned slowly, and he grinned at the sound of his name, “It’s not enough. I need you to… just more, more.” He moved closer. She was splayed out on the bed, both hands down fondling herself. He picked up her hands and proceeded to suck on them. The heat stabbed through her, spiking down her fingers and hands straight to her center, causing another rush of wetness.


“AH! Eriol…” She said loudly. He gave her a wicked smile and moved his face down between her legs. Her legs were spread wide. He blew, teasing, on her cunt. “Ah, eh, Eriol! Mmm, do something.” She said, hands straying downward again. The ache was unbelievably strong.


Before her own could reach, Eriol slid his fingers in. They were long and thin, and she slid down on them easily, tightening around him. She clenched her jaw shut and he smiled challengingly, slipping another finger in. She twisted around it, in obvious pleasure. He placed the fingers of his other hand on her lips and she took one in her mouth, sucking. He pulled the finger a little and she stuck her tongue out, twining around the appendage. He was now moving his two fingers in and out, pumping. He grasped her neck in his free hand, running a thumb over the side of it, reassuring but firm.


She breathed in as he squeezed another finger in, exploring her as he stroked her neck dangerously. He brought her to the edge in the next few minutes, using his fingers and knowledge of what she liked so far. By the end she was almost screaming, although he stopped short of an orgasm.


He kissed her so she’d forgive him as she gradually wound down from the edge. Then he slid off her bed, leaving her spread out like a sinful Christmas gift, still wet, lips opened in wait, hands in her tangled hair, legs opened. Dress pulled below her chest, Straps down from the shoulders around her arms, nipples hard, skirt at her waist, petals to the air and sore out of pleasure. He stood over her, surveying his work and she was still breathing hard. Swiftly, he leaned down, grasping a thigh in each hand and holding them apart firmly. He ran his tongue over her opening once, and then stood again, caressing her legs before letting them go. She shuddered and made one last noise, “Ah-“.


“Don’t be too pissed off later, Hime,” He said ruefully, heading to the door. “I haven’t been relieved yet either. I’ll be jacking off in a shower somewhere if you need me. See you for breakfast at 12.” And with that he left. She moaned when the door closed, putting a hand over her eyes. She didn’t know what she was doing but everything felt so good that she was thinking about just giving in completely.


He had accomplished what he was trying to do last night. It felt too good for her to stop, and so she had to keep going back. She was pretty sure that they had to do that again soon, or she’d go mad. His fingers were just… wow. She didn’t know it was possible to love anyone’s fingers this much!


“Mmmm… crap, how do I look at him without thinking of sex?” She said suddenly. “Damn. Fuck him, he planned this!” Despite the thought, a copy of his evil smile was on her face as she slid from the bed. She might as well shower and take her time getting ready before breakfast. Or maybe a bath, even. She had time...

~End Chapter 3~

There may be less smut in the next chapter... I'm thinking about a way for Eriol to be a little naughty while they're out in public though, so I might be lying. hee.

ooh BY THE WAY I need a beta, in case anyone's interested. Just puttin that out there.