Brothel AU for draconita

[darotisentys]

[It's only been a day, but he is anxious to get back to her. He won't say he's desperate to go to the brothel, because that's not the case. He would want her no matter where he found her.

The brothel is it, however, and once he's gathered with his men and orders given for the day, meals taken and a bath, he manages to sneak out once more and go to where he knows he'll find her.

His Alys.

He doesn't take his time. He's at the door as soon as he can and enters as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw a scene. He doesn't stop until he's found her.]

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[draconita]

[ For now. ]

Then take me to bed, sweet boy, and all you want will be given.

[darotisentys]

[He's still at the point where he isn't sure what he wants to be given, but he'll lead her over to the bed all the same. Have her sit on the edge while he removes his boots. It's a start.]

[draconita]

[ While he does that, Alys simply makes herself comfortable, crawling until she can set herself up against the multitude of soft pillows.

Watching him, when he turns, hands resting over her stomach until she extends ones towards him, palm up.

A silent invitation. ]

[darotisentys]

[He takes her hand and scoots up next to her, resting at her side propped up on an elbow. He's watching her just as closely.]

Will you enjoy any of this?

[draconita]

[ She cups his cheek, humming softly with a little smile. ]

It's not often something like this falls into my lap.

[darotisentys]

A wounded prince?

[draconita]

A wounded boy.

[ What use have titles in bed? Behind close doors, it is always man and woman. ]

They have made you sad.

[darotisentys]

I did that. I have... regret.

[He looks down at the sheets at that, shying away from her touch.]

[draconita]

That's good.

[ She goes after him, lips upon the crown on his head. ]

If you have regret, it means your heart hasn't gone to stone.

[darotisentys]

[He swallows thickly.]

I cannot make it go away.

[draconita]

[ Silence.

Slowly, then, the pull of her hands, nudging him towards the comfort of her chest. ]

Blood spilled is not so easy to wash away.

[darotisentys]

[She is warm and inviting and for the moment, this just might be what he needs. He rests his head against her breasts and wraps his arms around her. And then he simply breathes.]

[draconita]

[ Long fingers, threading through his hair.

She hums then, allowing him his silence, his comfort. Alys knows. The entire kingdom knows.

But he is just a boy; a wild, proud thing, given blood and power. ]

[darotisentys]

[It's a long time before he makes to move. He raises his head to press a kiss against her lips, soft and gentle. Something of a silent thanks.]

[draconita]

[ The madam smiles, kissing back his forehead. ]

Better?

[darotisentys]

For now.

[His fingers play along the top edge of her nightgown, knuckles stroking the skin along her collarbones.]

[draconita]

Good boy.

[ A finger, trailing down the scar on his cheek as she lets him be. Curious she may be, but the madam is nothing but patient. And besides: tonight is for him. His times, his needs. ]

[darotisentys]

Take this off.

[It's said quietly, but firmly. An order of sorts. He takes his hands away from her so she can obey.]

[draconita]

[ The expression on her face doesn't change. Quietly, calmly, Alys Rivers stands atop her bed, looking down at the boy prince with a growing, secret little smile.

It is easy to pull on the sash, to let the fine fabric spread open, to let it fall from her shoulders. Alys Rivers, with her full, heavy breasts, her wide hips.

Madam Rivers, falling down without a sound, straddling his hips, looking as comfortably as a cat sitting there. ]

[darotisentys]

[He watches the entire spectacle as if in a trance, only recovering himself when she lands in his lap. His hands immediately reach up to cup her breasts, thumbs tracing over her nipples with purpose. His lips find her throat, sucking at the warm spot on her neck.]

[draconita]

[ A gasp leaves her then, followed by a soft, deep hum. Blindly, dexterously, her hands move over his chest, undoing his buttons at a slow, steady pace. She is mindful, even in giving him what he wants, to give him space and time to adjust...

But oh, he is sweet and young and at her mercy, so the little roll of her hips, she cannot help. ]

[darotisentys]

[A groan escapes him at the movement and his hands slide down her sides to grasp at her hips, fingers digging into her skin. Whether he wants to stop her or have her continue is as yet undecided. His mouth replaces his hands at her breast, tonguing the soft flesh eagerly.]

[draconita]

[ A proper moan escapes her then, hands stilling as her back arches, eyes fluttering close. ]

Sweetling.

[ Another pointed roll, a hand flying to the back of his face to push him against her. A terrible weak point, so often neglected, but oh his mouth is sweet, and eager, and she wants to lose herself in it. ]

[darotisentys]

[The moan spurs him on, hands stroking up and down her thighs while his mouth continues to please her. He himself is pleased to know he seems to be doing an adequate job.

Slowly, he lays her onto her back, bringing her legs up and over his own.]

[draconita]

[ A soft little cry, melting into a little pout, her eyes big and bright and reproachful as she gazes up at him, spread and flushed. ]

Sweetling, undress for me, let me feel you.