And in the blink of an eye, the broad daylight had lapsed to a chill evening, trading the bright blue for a velvet dark, switching the burning sun to a cool blue and silver of the full moon. Thirty minutes passed two in the morning, anyone in their right minds should be fast asleep in this late hour, except the hooting owls.

I lie in bed, at the center wreck of the linen sheets, damped by the heat, and naked. Under the liquid ray of moonlight that colors the dark sheets sapphire. I could only glare down impassively at the awoken shaft erected high underneath the beige fabric.

I had propped myself on my elbows in solemn disbelief, overwhelmed by fatigue and feebleness, yet, continuously kept being awoken -- not surprise.

He is never satisfied, never satiated with the number of times I'd relieve the liquid in my balls -- but as for tonight he wouldn't rest, and he refused to let me.

Until he can sink into her deep and shape her tight walls into a fit home. Even the ray focusing down on to it had concerns.

Just mere seconds ago I flushed liquid ropes and headed back to bed for the approaching ceremony tomorrow evening, and when I thought I'd twist into the sheets and fall asleep, it awoken again.

I exhaled a deep long breath through my nose in hopes to unwind the prickling steam spreading throughout me, my eyes pleading to succumb to the late hour, despite the tight pinching strain down below. But not until he satisfied.

Optionless, and thwarted, my head fell back, and my teeth gritted, feeling the tip ooze with every pulsing vein, provoking the shaft to slightly flinch and jerk from under the sheets as if he had a mind of his own. Her scent is all around me, polished brown Irises haunting me, and the feel of those tender fleshy lips still linger around my thumb.

In that instance, it was like I felt the ghost of her lips kiss all round my body, working its delicate presses around my neck, until they descend downwards to the center of my scarred chest, her mischievous tongue flicking my nipple, seas of goosebumps awaken all over me with a slight shiver of my breath as I'd watch her from above, through a sullied gaze, my breathing would be manipulated in the process.

The shaft jerks from under the sheets again, in a happy notion to what I just pictured and it deepened the strain down below my abdomen. I have no one to blame but myself. These were fantasies I know I should let perish into darkness, but every day she tests me.

I could only pray in due time, to grant her a pleasure so explosive, she'd drench me with her juices and coat my shaft with everything she stored inside. Willingly surrendering her body over to me and she'd be mine to have wherever we saw fit, over any smooth table, tight corner, or bent over.

With her consent and her consent alone, I'd have this bed violently propelling all night long for the things I'd do to her, the way I'd please her, burying all of myself within until she became numb from the thrusts I would have given her, relishing in a heavenly symphony of the different cries she'd make when roaring out my name.

In due time those clothes will come off for me, and I'd get to have her all to myself. Right here. In this bed. Tiana would be mine to have, every desire of mine she would be able to handle, and I'd get to do it all with that crown positioned on her head.

I curled my lips in time before a whimper could slip my lips, the knots unbinding in my nerves by the stealthy stretch of my body. This need is a reckoning force, never before have I have been so patient. But I must be, and it is driving me fucking wild.

Starved like an animal, the need to please her so immensely the way I like and the way I know her body would succumb to. I hissed, slithering my hand down until it disappears in the line of the blanket. My hands; tatted, scarred, and cold as it wrapped around my thick length. My tongue licking up my lips until I capture it in between my teeth.

My dream woman. The day I have her, I will do my best to keep the beast caged in, before really plunging myself into her warmth until all common sense and logic burn to foam, leaving only my name ingrained as memory.

Turning inside out, mine for the taking. Just not yet.

With only one stroke of my hand around myself, I stretched my neck until it buries into the plush of my pillows as a groan crawls out my throat. Everything around liquifying as I dwell into the erotic fantasy. Veins adorn on my neck; I could feel the strain they awaken. I stroked again running over the wild fantasies of what I plan on doing to her, until my hips begun to buck, he pulsates happily in my hand, even before I could grip around the tip of me.

In the beginning up until now, all I had thought was just to make love to her, to be gentle for her first time, tonguing her down from neck to thighs and dip my face into her waiting juices, riveting at those squelching sounds I'd get to hear up close. Alas she'd get the real me, the one who could never hold back, and I'd flip her over, grip those hips with one hand, while my other hand curls at the headboard and hammer her from behind until the wood of the bed cracks from under us.

A delicate little swan at the hands of a wolf, toying with its prey before pouncing.

The sight of her large bum rippling and thunderously clapping against me, how she'd be in a puddle of ruin while clawing to the sheets for stability, her face pressed against the mattress, as tears and spit damp the blankets. I could hear the sounds now, how loud the claps would be, how loud she'd be, and how the creaking bed would never sustain until it collapses.

A sound escaped from my throat, the oozing pre cum acting as my lubricant sounding of sloshing bubbles. I work faster, my nerves unbinding, hips bucking more hastily, earning more pleasurable cries and grunts from me.

My body cries for her. I am not ashamed to admit how low she has brought me, down to my knees, and kept me there. I'd bow to her, press my head onto cold tiled flooring if it meant I'd get a taste. She'd sit upon her emerald throne, spread her legs until each knee is over the handles and display that naked pussy, looking at me like I was the one to challenge, and she curl that index finger slowly, summoning my presence, and I would crawl.

Crawl right to her as she readies herself for me, fingering that sensitive pussy, while tugging those erected nipples, speak my name like a delicate song, honing authority and seduction, and I would know what to do as I ascend the steps -- drive my tongue into her and ruin her upon her own chair.

And that became my undone, for my hips bucked for the last time, sending me in fervent frenzy of spiraling desire, streams of liquid releases from my balls and I gripped the sheets. As the moon is my witness, my hips violently thrusting as I strained, and a load sprung from the opening of my shaft. Repeated thrusts shoot the liquid from the pipe, I had forgotten to move the sheets from my waist and the liquid instantly seeps through the fabric.

I released a strained sigh, trembling to such a massive release, a release I have never had before. It numbed me waist down, but I still continuously jerked up into my fisted hand, leaking out until the shaft was clear, and I collapse from the seizure of pleasure, simmering in my aftermath of gratification in tranquility, the heat I emanate around me burn, the feel of lava molting into my nerves at deadly temperature, I could combust into flames.

Left in disarray, I weakly lifted the sheets from me to gaze at the mess. And its as if a bucket of liquid Icing had been spilled all over me, I watched the white ropes drizzle down my thighs and abdomen, coating my tatted hand as the beads trail onto the sheets.

Certainly A load I have never shot before, but it satisfied the shaft enough to let him rest back down on to my thigh, even when my balls were still swollen. And like that, in my own mess of glue, I slumped, drifting into a satisfying slumber.

For only an hour, before it awakened again.

***

Cladded in all black and groomed, the mane of my curls gelled and tied to a high messy bun, trimmed beard, and twinkling studs on the lopes of my ears. A tailored suit, cut and fitted to accentuate my physique and height. I stand before the mirror, adjusting my cuffs to hide the tattoos around my wrist, but nothing to be done for those on the back of my hand and fingers. This would be the first time in hours I'd be reuniting with Tiana, and after what happened last night, I could only hope she wouldn't stand too close or glare for too long, or I feared she'd smell or see what I was trying to hide.

Walter and a few elites paid a visit to the castle yesterday, keeping her and Gunter cooped up in Royal affairs all day, reciting of what is to happen at tonight's festivity, and my presence wasn't needed, and I could only mourn being away from her for those prolonged hours, drowning myself with computer research and listing names, alas stroking myself endlessly whenever her eyes popped up behind my eyes -- and it did all night long.

My hand maneuvering my cuffs to fix the button, just as the door creaks open and in stepped Charlotte and Ray.

Ever so alluring and shapely. I had paused for a minute and whirled behind me to get a better look at her. The first I have ever seen of her in a deep violet formal dress. A dress that resembled the tail of a mermaid, its lush end like a petal of a flower sweeping the floor with a long slit running up her thigh. A long line narrowing deep down her neck, until at the base of belly button, golden hair neatly assorted into a neat bun and gelled flatly on the sides, face touched by soft glam of makeup.

At my glare I watch her skin burn red, and her rosy lips stretching to a genuine white smile, "Stop staring." she gushes.

"Your absolutely radiant." I mustered. Reminded of the first day I met Charlotte, her cheeks dusted with dirt and wrinkly hair, though I was no better. We were both commoners that grew up only a block down from each other and never met, and now she is one of the most rarest flowers I have ever seen, and laced with pure poison.

"And the both of you are elegant." She turns to the two of us, Ray and I meet eye to eye subtly and hinted at our matching attire.

A smirk creeping on the corner of my lip, before I cleared my throat, and slipped my hand into my pockets. "Tonight we keep watch of the members." I say lowly, "Each of you and the rest keep your positions, Ray, you know your part, and Charlotte you know yours. Once we find who we need, than we begin."

"And Queen Tiana?" Charlottes asks.

I pursed my lips, breathless with anger, but I exhaled, "I won't leave her side. She knows her part in it all."

My words dismissive, questioning the plan no further until the cellphone cues, our eyes clashing to each other knowingly in silence until I gave a nod.

The burning flames of the sun beginning to diminish out in the horizon, glowing my skin a saffron glimmer. Out in the back of my room, us three round to the entrance of the Royal castle where we are greeted by the royal guards and maids, lined in two rows with awaiting carriages and luxury vehicles.

Charlotte, and Ray position themselves aside me, as we blended in with line on the closest. My frame being broader, I nudged two men aside me as I slipped right in between -- just in time for a maid to scuttle her feeble legs throwing roses onto the ground for Gunter's presence.

Cladded in Dormeuil Vanquish II, his suit is of the finest black, he had walked out into the glowing hour, standing like a great proud king looking down upon his people, his crown absorbing light and the jewels reflects the rays. A resemblance to King Adelheid at that moment nearly shrunk my lungs. A dark cloak buttoned around his neck, draping like a blanket behind him, the only thing light were the deep blue of his eyes and blonde streaks of his hair.

His eyes slowly sweeping everyone below, raked it hungrily at Charlotte, than they met mine. Time was put on pause at a dramatic wind gusted through the field, tousling the strands of our hair. An electric line charging between our eyes until mine thins into a stingy veil and snaps with the blink of my eyes, at her approaching figure.

All things light and joy shifted to her presence, as a bird sung in the distance. The peak of glowing hour focused it's entirety of warmth and hues upon her. Hourglass figure clothed in a Lilac formal gown, like Charlotte the length of her dress was like she floated amongst a crowd, thin straps hung over her smooth shoulders and the bicep clung with cupped sleeves, her complexion drinking and collecting the sun, with a more observant eye, beads of diamonds glimmers upon the touch of rays. Every line of the dress adorned with beads, even the outside of her naked leg.

If there were a higher being that guided my life, I would have asked him he to grant me one wish. And that would have been to still time, so I stare at this Medallion for the rest of my life.

My breathing ripples from my lungs, in dire need to gather control, when Charlotte luckily brushed my shoulder.

Tiana's eyes swept the field, honey hues scanning through every face until they met mine and I watched her chest loosen, and as Gunter stood at the back end having his attire aided to, our eyes never wavered nor blinked, intently gazing at each other as if we had been separated for more than an eternity.

I'm here Tiana. I'm here.