Fantasy Scenario: Taehyung is a King without a Queen but has about twenty consorts to satisfy his desires. However, there is one that he does not touch and shares intimacy with. He treats her differently than the others. You can call it a forbidden love so to speak.

A tired exhale resonated against his throat as he entered his chambers. His boots dragged against the stoned floor, leading him over to his bed, where he sat, staring out into nothing. His kingdom was bridging a war, and doubt pummeled him to a stressful pulp.

The war meant the siege of him expanding his reign, and with this, more demands will covet him. He could barely hold accountable to the ones he's pressured with, let alone what his future held. His skull tightened with a headache, and only one remedy would relieve it. 

The opening of his door wasn't even an alarm to him, as he expected his manservant. The king allowed the servant to undress him down to nothing before handing him a towel. "Your bath is waiting for you, Sire." The servant spoke.

A warm bath would soothe the king, though he did not want to be alone. "Find her and bring her to the bathhouse." He commanded his servant.

Doing what he was told, the servant followed the king, leaving his side after assuring his guards lingered behind his majesty, sauntering toward the bathhouse. Once inside, the king released the towel that clung to his waist, allowed it to fall along the edges of the pool centered in the middle of the room.

He dipped his toe into the steaming water, checking the temperature before his ankle disappeared in it. He slid down slowly into the pool, taking in the comfort of the warm water relaxing his muscles. If only his mind could do the same.

War. The three-lettered word he fell asleep and woke up to, circling his mind like a spinning wheel. War was coming to their lands, and the minor battles they are fighting now were a timetable for the uprising. Not one to cower in defeat—he was ready for the time, but until then, he needed relief, a reminder that he was alive to fight another day. The king smiled, thinking how about twenty reminders were floating about the castle, but there was only one he needed tonight.

The minute his thoughts fell on her, a low creaking echo resonated in the walls of the bathhouse. Quiet steps paced towards him as a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. His gaze wandered her, ribboned in lust that throbbed beneath the water with every step she drew closer. Their stares connected as she stopped inches away from him. Her fingers gripped the sheer, golden robe that left little to the imagination to open, but the king held up his index finger to stop her.

"Leave it on," his velvet command reverberated in the air surrounding them.

A low and short gasp exited her lips while her heart sped in momentums. She stood in place while being undressed by his hungry gaze before his lips parted to speak again. "Join me," he offered. The king shifted in the pool, moving closer as she took careful steps to enter. His hands rested on her waist, aiding her entrance into the warmth of the water.

The king got a glimpse of wet robe clinging to her like a second skin. Her breast outlined against the sheer soaked robe above his hand, his mouth watered at the sight of her perked nipple underneath it. He raised his hand toward it, brushing his thumb against the erect chocolate flesh.

"Sire..." She moaned as her back arched, lips parting in a gasp.

The cunning smile on his lips resulted from the pleasure that awaited him. "Look at me," he demanded.

She faced him, eyes wandering to his as their lips were only a breath away. "Sire, hm?" He hummed, "no need to be formal; it's just us." He tugged her closer to him. "Say my name. I want to hear it." He leaned in closer, bypassing her lips, and rested his face in the crook of her neck, taking in her scent of lemon and rosemary, a favorite of his made just for her. He drew lazy circles on her neck with lips, teasing and tantalizing her to a shudder. "Say it," he groaned.

Her thoughts drifted her into a daze as her skin burned underneath his lips. It's been days since she's felt this, so long that she wondered if she imagined all the other times before. The croon from him begging her to say his name echoed in her thoughts as she stared out into the barely lit bathhouse.

His teeth had now grazed her before he bit down softly onto her skin. "Taehyung," she murmured. Her fingers filtered into his midnight soaked hair as he caressed her with soft kisses, driving her even more into a frenzy. "Taehyung," she whispered again.

Taehyung lifted to face her as he guided her toward the edge of the pool. Her back rested against the cool stone as he flooded her with kisses. "Days," she whispered on his lips. "Days since you beckoned me," She breathed. The king eased away from her, staring with a dark gaze that made her heart skip multiple beats. "Am I not pleasing to you? I know that..."

"Stop," Taehyung spoke, interrupting her reverence. "There are things outside of this castle that kept me busy." He lowered his hand to her thigh. "And sometimes," he leaned in closer, "I need them for other means of pleasure." Taehyung parted her legs with his hand, "but right now, I need your pleasure." He slipped his finger into her folds, a simper hovering over his lips. "Seems like you need my pleasure as well." He grinned as he eased it inside her. "Did you miss my touch?" He teased.

"Yes."

Taehyung smiled. "Don't you realize what I have with you is different? There is no competition, Sybil. You are number one." He inserted another, amused by the way Sybil's lips parted into a gasp as she gripped him tighter.

"T-Then allow me to kiss you, Sire, please," she pleaded.

The king's fingers slipped from her, and she whimpered from his absence. It was a brief separation until the lazy circles he drew over her bundle of nerves make her gasp between them. "You know where I stand with this. You know why I won't." His murmur followed by a sigh. "Let's not speak of this tonight." The pressure of his fingers emitted a moan from Sybil. Amid her pleasure, she was aware of what he wanted.

Her hand lowered down to his girth, palming it and feeling his ache in her touch. She enjoyed this but yearned to please him in ways expected of her. In time, she recited quietly. Slowly, she stroked him—her soft hand gripping him but moving against him gradually, wanting him to enjoy the pleasure she invoked. The king matched her, feeding her desire as well as heated breaths communicated the passion between them.

Sybil moaned the king's name as heat coursed through her. Her hands shook as she struggled to maintain stroking him. "Don't stop," Taehyung whispered as the muscles in his thighs grew rigid. His hand gripped the stone behind her while his fingers grew numb, pleasing the woman in return. "Together," his throaty whisper croaked before he released. Sybil followed seconds after.

After their unraveling, Taehyung gripped the opening of the sheer robe Sybil wore and tugged her closer to him. His carob stare wandered her peaceful state, reading the vulnerability in her eyes. "Tomorrow, I must journey to our allies," he lowered to her neck to kiss her tenderly and sighed, "and I don't know when I will return." He admitted.

"Your majesty, what are you implying?" Sybil wondered.

Taehyung faced her. His jaws clenched to fight the emotions rising in his throat. "Would you stay with me tonight, Sybil?" He asked.

Fighting her own emotions, Sybil nodded. "Of course, Taehyung," her inaudible reply whistled between them. She kissed his cheek before easing from his clutches. "Just call for me," she spoke before turning away and exiting the pool.

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