As the race came to a close, a few noblemen approached Alistair and Emilia. The men were engaged in serious conversations, while she stood there quietly and focused on the Duke's son, who had just won the race. The girl's eyes trailed to the young boy, observing him closely.
A moments later, Emilia politely excused herself from the group and walked towards Kieran who was already alone over there. There was something different about him today. Unlike his cocky attitude toward Alistair before, the boy now greeted her with respect, the air of arrogance replaced with courtesy.
"Your Highness, Crown Princess." He bowed deeply. "It's an honor to be in your presence."
"Congratulations on your victory. I can see you've been practicing."
The boy's eyes lit up at her compliment, clearly pleased with the recognition. Emilia's tone was warm but carried the underlying authority of her royal status.
"Thank you, Your Highness. It was a tough race, but I managed to come out on top."
Emilia's eyes flickered toward the horse he had ridden, a massive and black beast with a wild spirit, not a horse most would dare to ride, let alone race with. She raised an eyebrow in subtle admiration. The boy straightened his posture, puffing up with pride.
"That's quite a horse you've got there. Black as night and fierce-looking. Most knights in battle would struggle to tame such a wild creature."
"He's a challenge, but I like to prove that I'm capable of handling the best. My father wasn't sure at first, but I wanted to show everyone that I'm not just a boy, but a man who can control a warhorse."
Emilia chuckled softly, appreciating his determination. "You've certainly shown that today. It's no easy feat, riding a horse like that and winning. You should be proud."
The boy beamed at her praise, clearly relishing the recognition from the Crown Princess. Seizing the moment, Emilia leaned in slightly, lowering her voice to create a more intimate tone in the conversation.
"In the palace, we have a rare breed of horse, one unlike any other in the kingdom. They're usually reserved for royal eyes only, but… perhaps, if you're interested, I could invite you to see them sometime."
The boy's curiosity was instantly piqued, his eyes widening with excitement.
"Truly? A rare breed? I'd be honored to see them, Your Highness."
"Yes, but on one condition." Emilia's smile deepened, sensing his eagerness. She paused for effect, watching his interest grow.
"In exchange for showing you the horses, perhaps you could bring your precious collection of jewelry. I've heard you have quite the impressive pieces. I'm fascinated by ancient artifacts myself."
The boy blinked, momentarily surprised that the Crown Princess knew about his private collection of treasures. "Of course, Your Highness. I'd be delighted to bring them for you to see."
Emilia's eyes twinkled with satisfaction, but her tone turned more serious.
"There's one more thing. Since these horses are gifts, not many people in the kingdom are even aware they exist. It would be best if we keep this between the two of us. I don't want to cause any unnecessary commotion, especially not with your father."
She gave him a knowing look, her words laced with caution, but also a playful sense of secrecy. "Let's just say, it's our little secret. And in return, I won't tell the Crown Prince about this conversation either."
The boy's eyes sparkled with mischief, thrilled by the idea of sharing a secret with the Crown Princess. "I understand, Your Highness. I won't say a word to my father. It'll be our secret."
Emilia smiled, the deal sealed with a mutual understanding. "Good. I look forward to our little exchange. I think you'll find the palace horses quite extraordinary."
They shared a knowing smile, the young boy clearly enchanted by Emilia's charm and the excitement of the secret they now shared. He bowed once more as they parted ways, his head filled with thoughts of the palace and its hidden treasures, unaware of the deeper game Emilia was playing.
***
The sound of knocking echoed in the break room, followed by a push on the door handle and the appearance of the maid standing at the threshold. "Your Highness, dinner is ready. They're waiting for you."
After the competition, Alistair stayed in the break room to collect himself. He sat on the long sofa facing away from the entrance, making it impossible for Isabella to see his face from where she stood. The room was dark, only a faint light from the large glass window casting shadows on the figure sitting in the center of the room.
"I'll be out in a moment." Alistair replied shortly.
However, when Isabella wants to leave the room, she is met with a startling discovery. The man inside wasn't alone, there was another person hidden behind the sofa. But, when she realized who it was, she swiftly shut the door again, trying not to make a sound. She hurried away from the room, putting as much distance as possible between herself and the two lovers.
Alistair is sitting on the sofa, his lower half exposed, with Emilia on her knees before him. Her head bobs while she diligently sucks and licks his cock, using her mouth to bring him pleasure as he runs his fingers through her hair.
"Em… faster, please… I need it…" The man moaned softly.
Emilia wraps her lips around the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling in a way that makes him groan loudly. His hand instinctively tangles in her hair, guiding her to take him deeper. Alistair is no longer thinking about anything outside, the girl has captured all his focus, and he's completely at her mercy.
"You're… so good at this… Em…"
She hums around him in response, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body. Alistair leans back further, his other hand gripping the edge of the sofa while her tongue tracing along the sensitive underside of his shaft. Every movement is deliberate, every touch perfectly designed to make him lose control.
Alistair, in his haze of pleasure, begins to guide her more explicitly, wanting her to hit every sensitive spot that drives him wild. "A little slower… yes, just like that… focus on the tip."
Emilia obeys, her mouth now focusing more on the head of his cock, her tongue flicking and teasing the slit while she sucks harder, making Alistair's grip on her hair tighten. His wails grow louder, echoing in the small room, and it's clear that he's completely lost in the pleasure she's giving him. The warmth of her lips surrounded him, causing him to inhale sharply.
"Keep going, don't stop. You're making me lose my mind."
The girl smirks around him, pleased with how much control she has over him at this moment. She pulls back for a second, her hand taking over as she strokes him while licking her lips, teasing him further.
"You like it when I take control, don't you?" Emilia asks playfully.
Alistair can only respond with a breathless whimper, his eyes heavy with lust while he watches her lean in again, taking him fully into her mouth this time, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder. His hips buck involuntarily, the hand still in her hair while he pushes the girl to take him deeper. The man's focus was entirely on the rhythm of Emilia's mouth, his heart racing in time while she was more determined than ever.
The sounds of her sucking, the wetness of her mouth, and her hand stroking him in tandem create a symphony of pleasure that makes it impossible for Alistair to think about anything else. All he can focus on is the heat of Emilia's mouth and the intense pleasure she's bringing him.
"Just like that… faster now. I'm close, Em… don't stop, don't stop…" His voice was raw with need.
Alistair sobs getting louder as he gets closer to the edge. He can feel his climax building, his entire body tightening while she continues her relentless pace. The man grips her hair tighter, guiding her movements while his hips thrust in tempo with her mouth.
"Em… you're going to make me come…"
Emilia doesn't slow down, she increases her pace and mouth moving up and down his shaft faster as her hand works the base. Alistair's body is stiff, and with one final deep thrust into her mouth, he releases and cries loudly while his orgasm overtakes him. The man's cock pulses when he spills into her mouth, and her lips tighten around him, swallowing every drop without hesitation.
He expected her to stop, to pull away, but instead, she took every last drop and her lips were still working him until he had nothing left to give. The warm sensation of Alistair release in her mouth made him breathless, and for the first time, Emilia experienced the feeling of him fully spilling into her. Their eyes locked, a mixture of surprise and satisfaction passing between them.
"You… you don't have to.."
But she didn't listen. Emilia eagerly swallowed, making sure to leave nothing behind, her tongue teasing him one last time before she pulled away. Alistair looked down at her, still catching his breath, while Emilia wiped the corners of her lips with a playful smile.
"You're incredible… I don't know how you do this to me…" His voice was hoarse, filled with admiration.
Alistair breath comes in heavy pants while he tries to recover from the intensity of the moment, his hands slide down to cup her face. "You'll be the death of me, you know that?"
"I needed some energy, after all." Emilia giggles softly, brushing a lock of hair from his face and looks up at him.
"So that's what this was about? Gaining some energy?"
"Well, I figured if I'm going to give you a job, I might as well enjoy it." She grazed her hair back.
Alistair leaned back on the sofa, his head tilting against the soft cushions. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and relaxed before feeling Emilia lips and hands return to teasing his cock. The room, once quiet, was now filled with the faint sounds of their intimacy, with the girl on her knees dutifully and expertly pleasuring him once more.
Just when the sensations began to build within him, Alistair's mind wandered to a topic that had been circling for a while. "What do you think about having children?"
Emilia paused for a second, staring up at him with a flicker of surprise in her eyes. He was asking this again, but this time without the tension of someone overhearing, and while her hand wrapped around Alistair's length, stroking him slowly. The girl felt unsure how to answer, the idea of children had always been foreign to her, a concept she had never seriously entertained.
"I… I haven't really thought about it. Children, the future… it's hard to picture any of it."
Then Emilia leaned forward, her mouth wrapping around him once more, letting the man feel the heat of her breath and the mild suction of her lips. Alistair let out a deep whine, momentarily lost in the commotion.
Her past had been riddled with pain, abandonment, and disappointment, especially from her family. The thought of raising a child, of being responsible for someone else's life, had always felt impossible, something she wasn't built for. Emilia withdrew modestly, her hand continuing its steady rhythm on his cock while she spoke.
"I don't even know if I'd be good at it. I never had anyone to show me how to be a parent. I never even liked children, honestly."
Alistair's expression softened while he ran a hand through Emilia's hair, "That's because you've never had your own. It's different when it's yours. You'll love them because they're a part of you… a part of us."
She looked up at him again, Alistair's eyes mixed with vulnerability and excitement. His voice was steady and reassuring, presumably he knew something she didn't. While Emilia resumed her movements, taking him deeper into her mouth, he let out another smooth howl, but his words continued even when the pleasure mounted.
"You won't be alone. I'll be there... You won't have to carry it all by yourself. We'll raise them together, and I'll protect you and them, no matter what."
His voice grew more impassioned, but also delicate, seemingly he was sharing a truth that had been weighing on him. Emilia felt the warmth of his hand on her head, guiding her modestly while she pleasured him. Alistair words, though serious, carried a tenderness that made her pause again.
"Family is everything to me. If I can protect my family, I can protect my people. It all starts with those closest to you."
He was telling her that she didn't have to be afraid, that having a child didn't have to be the burden she feared. And somehow, when Alistair spoke, it was beginning to sound less frightening. Emilia withdrew, catching her breath and locking eyes with him again, her hand continuing to stroke him slowly.
"You really believe that?" Emilia almost whispered.
Alistair nodded, his expression soothing and filled with certainty. "I know you'll be an amazing mother. You've got a strength in you that most people never find. And our children will have that same strength… because of you."
For the first time, Emilia didn't feel the sharp unease she usually associated with this topic. There was something peaceful in Alistair's presence, in the way he spoke about their future. The man wasn't pushing her into anything, he was giving her time, understanding her fears, but also showing her a different side of the life she could have with him.
"For now, let's just enjoy being together." Alistair smiling softly.
He let out a deep growl as she took him into her mouth again, this time with renewed intensity, their conversation fading into the background while the desire consumed him. When Emilia pleasured Alistair, she could still hear the sincerity of his words echoing in her mind, the thought of children no longer distant or impossible. When he climaxed, his body tensing and releasing under her touch and she felt a strange sense of tranquil, like maybe, just maybe, the future wasn't terrifying as she had once thought.
"We'll figure it out together, Emilia… when you're ready."
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