"Start the preparatives now," Leo practically barked the instructions as soon as Bryton stepped in front of him, not giving him space to ask any questions.
"The church, the clothes, the invitations… I was the wedding to be held as early as possible before winter can settle in. Three days is too long."
He closed his eyes, almost seeing her in front of him. That minx, being a fucking cock tease and just out of his reach. Coraline.
Stupid lake, stupid fucking muddied water that wouldn't let him see more of her.
"I take it as the lady said yes?" his advisor asked, looking excited.
"Not yet," Leonard removed his crown and all that stupid jewellery everyone insisted on dressing him up with. "I'll ask her tomorrow."
Bryton looked at him with surprise.
"Sir, wouldn't it be better to ask her before..."
He shot him a look that was enough to shut him.
"Yes, sir."
Leo stomped to his chamber, and grunted when he realised he was still being followed.
"Leave," he barked. "I want to be left alone."
He didn't protest, and his cup-bear rushed to leave him just as well.
Finally alone, Leo kicked off his shoes before bolting the door and pushing his trousers down. His cock had been raging hard since seeing Coraline undressing through the window, and watching her juicy ass walking to the lake covered by just a transparent shift was enough to drive him insane the whole night.
When dinner was served was she showed up to dinner in the lowest cut dress she probably owned, he had had to hold himself back from just pushing her against a wall taking her lips and body for himself.
He moved his hands up and down slowly, a bit tortuously, almost, and squeezed himself, moaning in pleasure from inside his chest.
His lips craved for a taste of her while his grip moved up and down his hard shaft. Anything would do, her lovely neck, her lips… fuck, he was dying to savour her sopping wet cunt, to lick and suck and eat her out until she was trembling under him like a woman driven as mad as she was driving him.
He could picture it just by closing his eyes. Her delicate body in front of his, her small breasts naked and her nipples hard, begging for his touch, for his mouth. Fuck, he'd make her pussy so wet. More than that, he would make her cum for him so many times.
Leo spit in his palm, groaning and using his thumb to play with his cock head. He could barely wait to be inside her, to her her little moans becoming screams so that the whole castle would know she was being fucked hard and well by him. Cora. His little queen.
He came all over the floor with the image ingrained in his head and a groan of pleasure, knowing this wasn't nearly enough.
"Fucking minx," he ran his clean hand over his hair, pulling on the black strands.
He had to have her.
Leonard stood up, fixing and cleaning himself quickly and leaving his room in more stomps, moving to his office and ignoring how people were just stepping out of his way with fearful faces.
"Lord Bryton," he called in an almost scream. "Bryton!"
His mother would berate him for behaving like this, but he didn't even care. This had to be dealt with right now.
The sound of running steps echoed outside, and his advisor crossed his office's door panting like he'd just crossed the whole kingdom to reach him, his clear eyes wide and his finger her all over his face.
"Did you call for me, your majesty?"
"Get my cousin him," he requested. "Right now, and I want the best fabric, perfume and jewellery merchants here before the sun is down with their best products, a chest and my golden dagger, the one with emerald on the handle."
"Yes, sir," he confirmed. "Your cousin Princess Margaret, sir?"
Leonard almost growled.
"Do I have any other cousin, Lord Bryton?"
The man blushed.
"No, your majesty."
"Then yes, I am talking about my cousin."
Bryton nodded.
"Is that all, sir?"
Leo covered his face with a hand.
"Did I ask for anything else?" he snapped.
"No, sir."
"Then go!"
He rushed out again, and Leonard sat down onto his chair, finally realising that he had indeed forgotten something, and stepped outside, looking at the closest guard, who swallowed down in fear but approached him just as he was called closer.
"Summon my messenger, and warn Lord Dunch that I'll be in his house tomorrow morning for an audience with the lady Coraline, alone," he requested. "Go."