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She made the mistake of glancing out the window while reading over the seating chart. And the sunset was just too tempting. It always was. This side of the island faced south west, and the sunsets from the cliff she'd made into her home were often breathtaking. There were a few wispy clouds that had turned orange and pink in the cerulean blue sky, and the soft sound of the waves lapping against the beach below could still be heard over soft music from the amphitheater and the hum of chatter from all the delegates who were taking advantage of the beautiful twilight and calming tropical atmosphere to get business done.
Sofia rose from her desk and stepped out onto the carved-rock balcony of her personal suite, grateful for the few hours of respite she had allotted herself before having to stuff herself into a corset and heavy skirts for the upcoming Grand Ball. Now, her thin silk dressing gown offered respite from the tropical heat, and the breeze coming from the nearby ocean teased the stray girls of her auburn hair caught up on her head in a messy bun. She placed her hands on the smooth top of the deep green railing, her fingers curling around it to feel the intricate carvings of leaves and flowers, birds and fish that decorated the solid wall of the stone balcony. The trolls really had done a wonderful job on her home. She'd fallen in love just with the color of the green basalt cliff face the first time she'd set foot on this side of the island, and the trolls had made her...well, it was a palace really. It had five floors, balconies at each window of the top three floors, staircases and ramps between each floor, even chandeliers carved with precise and intricate grace from the deep green basalt – looking like ferns of the deepest part of the tropical forest. But for all the size and elegance, the manor felt like a home though – beautiful but not too ostentatious. It fit her spirit and that of the island well.
The surf rolled in gentle waves, caressing the tails of the mermen and mermaids gathered at the shore, speaking and laughing with those diplomats and royals brave enough to engage with the mysterious species. To the right, the Duke of Weaselton and Emir of Gutan conspired and gesticulated with relish, no doubt at work for some scheme that she would have to unravel, perhaps with Anna and Kristoff. She glanced to the left, where those two held hands in the back row of the small amphitheater, listening to the talented elven string quartet. No doubt they were there to listen to the Troll rock band scheduled for later in the evening, but Anna loved any kind of music. She noted that Kristoff looked half asleep, but he would put up with practically anything for his Princess.
Everywhere she looked, she saw happy people and creatures talking and laughing, looking pleased with the results of the Summit. She breathed in the sense of accomplishment, the work of several years, and looked forward to her reward - a much deserved break.
“You look pleased with yourself. Practically smug."
She jumped, taking in a quick breath and preparing to defend herself, but the warm, familiar cadence of his voice soothed her immediately. She'd known he was close – and that he was planning something – but she hadn't realized he was already in her – soon to be their – suite. But she didn't want to ruin his plans. So she didn’t even turn, and he took that as an invitation, sliding his arms around her despite the very public location. “Cedric - what are you…"
“That’s Master Cedric. Royal Sorcerer of Enchancia. Bondmate to the Duchess of Filamondria." She grinned. So, he wanted to play, did he? Her evil lover would always have his hangups, and she was more than happy to work out some of those kinks.
“Oh, Master, how can I help your exalted self?” She tried to keep herself from giggling, but it didn't work. He growled softly and pulled her back into his hips, where she could clearly feel the hard evidence of precisely how he wanted her to “help” him.
“Cedric...anyone who looks up here...”
“Will see the very calm, relaxed Duchess who has orchestrated the political conference of the decade. And no one else.” She looked over her shoulder, ready to give him a narrowed eyed warning, but there was no one there. She blinked, her mouth falling open, and then she felt one warm, invisible hand caress her left breast through the thin silk of her robe.
“Didn't I tell you I was saving that invisibility potion for a special occasion, love?” He pinched her nipple and she squeaked, then looked down at the beach to see that no one had paid her the least bit of attention, she...they...were too high up. His other hand moved from her hip to press against her mons, and she should have been embarrassed by how wet she already was – but after close to three years of sneaking around with her bonded lover, she'd long admitted to him and to herself how quickly he could make her slick with powerful need. Her magic rose too close to the surface at just that light touch, and she pushed it down, deep within to wait for the opportunity to rush out and link with her other half.
She was already panting, her breathing rapid and her voice light and breathy as she replied, “And our engagement announcement is a special occasion I suppose?”
He stilled, his hands stopped their erotic tortures over her dress as a kind of wonder filtered into his voice. “Engagement….really? Today? Tonight? I thought the Ball was just to celebrate the signing of the Treaty this morning?”
“Well, I've established myself enough in the diplomatic community and shown the strength and fitness of our island with this conference.” She wiggled her hips, pressing back into his hardness until he grunted softly. “I feel that unless I announce the fact that I am very much off the marriage block, I will be inundated with even more offers than I have had to deal with in the past. I'm sick of lying, even if it is supposed to help my position to be 'available'. I'm not ‘available’ – and I'm sick of not having you to wake up with every morning.”
He tweaked her nipple again and she shivered in response. “It's a good thing I've finished training Callista then, isn't it? I'm all yours now.” He leaned his body into her, making her lean against the railing for support, and he began pulling up the hem of her dressing gown.
“Cedric – now? Here?”
“Yes now, and yes right here.” He pressed a kiss to her neck and she could feel him smirking into her skin. “I wanted you to walk into that Ball with my magic swirling inside your core and my cum dripping down your thighs while you had to dance with the multitudes of your admirers.” He rolled her robe all the way up to her waist, baring the roundness of her bum to the warm air. He smoothed a hand over the smooth skin and she whimpered as his fingers moved in between her thighs.
“Now I know everyone there will know you are mine, but I still want you to feel me within you.” Without preamble, Cedric thrust two fingers into her core curling them into the front wall of her channel with perfect aim. She moaned, pushing her arse at him blindly, closing her eyes and leaning into the railing as though her legs had lost all ability to hold her. He had learned her body intimately, thoroughly, as he approached any task requiring knowledge and skill. His long fingers stroked into her, his thumb rubbing light circles around her clit, and their shared magic leaked from his fingers and straight into her nerves, multiplying the pleasure in a hundred ways. She had to focus all her remaining willpower on not setting her own skin alight with magic bright enough to call attention of every sentient being to presence on the balcony in a scandalous embrace with her invisible lover.
Chuckling wickedly, he pulled his fingers out of her and gripped her hips, and she practically quivered with anticipation to feel his cock thrust within her to satisfy some of the ache inside her, but instead she felt the breeze of movement from him and then his tongue lapping at her clit, his long nose pushing against her labia as he pressed his face against her folds. She groaned, nearly undone at the feeling of his talented tongue swirling over her, pressing with the perfect amount of pressure against her most sensitive flesh. She was far too close to coming, and they were in public - what if she…she…
His voice caressed her mind, something they’d only been able to manage for a few months as their souls entwined ever closer. “Let yourself go - love. I will shield you.” He redoubled his efforts to torture her clit and then the fingers of one hand pressing deep within her and she broke, pleasure singing through her as she bit her lip to contain her scream of his name, but no matter how she may have wished to also contain all the light and magic that could erupt from her when she reached her climax - it was impossible. She trusted Cedric utterly - he would protect her. And so he did, ringing them both with an opaque shield that blocked the light from escaping to gain the notice of the crowd below them.
Then the light seemed to stop, hovering before her eyes to reverse and move back toward the center of her pleasure. She gasped, astonished, wondering what on earth was happening to her, when Cedric chuckled softly, removing his fingers from within her and standing behind her, placing an invisible hand on the railing beside her own. She only knew this is what he has done, because of the outline of his hand in the brilliant white fire from her orgasm, and how that magical fire was being slowly sucked into a very visible ring that he wore on his pinky. When the light had completely disappeared into the glowing stone, Cedric made a flick of his long fingers to banish his shield, and then pressed himself, his very naked and still invisible self, into her back as he wound his other hand around her waist. She sucked in a breath at the feel of his very hard cock pressing against her bare ass.
“What…” she panted softly, yet to fully recover her wits, “...was that?”
He chuckled deeply, the sound making her quiver in renewed need for him. “That, my Duchess, was an early revelation of a present I’d planned to give you later this evening.” He wrapped his hands around her middle and used one invisible hand to pull the ring off of the other invisible hand. The ring appeared to float in mid-air, before she felt him take her left hand in his and slide the rosy gold band with its softly glowing gem onto her ring finger. “You weren’t the only one with an engagement on their mind of late, my love. Marry me, Sofia?” His voice cracked a bit at the end, sounding for a moment like the nervous wizard she’d known as a child.
This was no time to stall her answer. “Of course I’ll marry you, Cedric. I’m always and only yours, in every way.” She felt his hand caress her jaw, pulling her back far enough for his lips to press against hers, and she lost herself in the kiss for a long time until she realized just how odd she must look standing on her balcony, kissing the air. She pulled away just far enough to recover her breath and turned back to look down at the ocean, and the milling people below them. Then she pushed her still naked ass up against his still hard cock, and he got the message.
His hands flew to her hips, and pulled her backward. She fell to her elbows, leaning hard against the railing and he suddenly plunged his cock into her sheath to the hilt. “Fuck!” she swore softly, and he laughed darkly, pressing his lips to the back of her neck as he slowly, so so slowly, pulled out and pushed back in at a snail’s pace. “Don’t you want to know about your engagement ring, love?” he whispered, grunting softly as he bottomed out within her.
“Wha…..yes!” she yelled as he changed the angle of his hips and hit just the right spot within her. Some people from below looked up then, but Sofia was too focused on the pleasure he was creating deep inside of her to care. He whispered a soft spell for a silencing shield and she let go of the sound she’d been trying to keep inside, grunting and whimpering each time his cock hit the front of her channel.
He however, somehow was still able to focus on speaking, “Your ring is enchanted trilectrum, holding an amethyst from a mine that was originally part of Maru.”
She knew that should mean something, and when he slowed down his thrusts to let her answer, she blurted out, “Maru? Like - like the Amulet?”
He rewarded her with the hard thrust and she moaned, thrusting back against him hard so he was driven deep. “Very good, my little sorceress…Eh….All those scrolls Queen Elena had sent from Avalor were very…fuck you’re so tight…informative.” He groaned, and she knew he was closer than he’d like to admit.
“Did you find….oh Goddess…did you find an unknown Maru artifact?” She tightened the walls of her sheath and he swore softly, slowing down just when she needed him to speed up.
“No, Duchess. I studied all those ancient scrolls and I MADE an unknown Maru artifact. For you.” The opaque shield rose around them again then she felt a hand on her shoulder pushing her down a little more against the railing and suddenly he was thrusting wildly, hard and deep and fast and she was screaming his name as she saw flashes of light behind her eyes as she came hard enough to make her knees fail completely just after he released his seed with enough force to trigger another tiny orgasm on top of the epic one she’d just experienced.
They sank slowly to the ground as their combined white magic flamed over their skin, more focused and potent than ever, and she watched as she panted for breath as the white fire was slowly but surely absorbed by the ring on her finger that glowed a soft purple.
She had long ago returned the Amulet of Avalor to the Jewel room to wait for another troublesome princess, but it was somehow incredibly comforting to have this jewel find a permanent home on her finger, its magic ever a part of her - a part of her and Cedric - together.
“I love you so much,” she panted out, pressing her temple against his chin as he wrapped invisible arms around her. “Duchess Sofia, are you all right?” She blushed hard, and then scrambled to her feet on shaking legs, pulling down her thin dressing gown and pushing away the invisible hands that tried to keep her firmly against his hard male body. She glanced over the edge of the balcony and waved regally, trying to appear calm and collected as Cedric began pressing kisses against the back of her knees and moving higher. Some prince or other, Prince Egbert perhaps? It was hard to tell this far away, had yelled up at her and caused far too many eyes to focus on her. She smiled as wide as she could manage and gave a thumbs up sign, something far from royal, but something that she, with her eccentric ways, could get away with.
In truth she didn’t trust her voice after the last few screams she’d made. Cedric nipped at her thigh and she swatted at him, pulling away and walking calmly to the French door of her extensive chambers. She opened them and stepped through, and turned to look toward where he had been kneeling and waving her hand in a beckoning motion at her hip until she felt the brush of his body against hers. She closed the door and drew the curtains across it, and then spoke magical words that shouldn’t have worked against the strength of his invisibility potion for any other enchanter in the Realms, but for her power, his magic would always yield.
And Cedric stood there revealed, naked and aroused again, and looking somewhat sheepish. She stalked toward him, a determined look on her face and he backed up slowly, looking worried that she was going to jinx him with something unpleasant for causing her embarrassment. “Now, Sofia love, I…I thought it would be romantic. And that no one would possibly be…” The back of his thighs hit the mattress of her bed - really their bed, as he never slept in the bed in the rooms directly underneath her suite - and she pounced, pushing him back onto the mattress and kissing him as she climbed on top of him, her fingers plunging into his hair and her knees immobilizing his hips, trapping him. She pulled back for a moment and he took the chance to yank open the robe she was somehow still wearing and captured her nipple between his lips.
“Next time - I get to be the invisible one,” she intoned, before angling herself to slide onto his cock and start another round of sweaty bliss - maybe two - before it was time for the ball.