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I wake early in the morning, thanks to the natural light seeping through the thin tent fabric. I collect my wash-bag and crawl out of the tent. We found a small stream last night and I intend to have a morning wash to start the day. My back is stiff from camping like a commoner.

I gingerly weave in and out of the trees in my silk slippers. When I get to the stream, I find Klaern has already woken and must have the same idea. I stop in my tracks at the sight of him.

He sits on a large rock by the stream, his feet in the water. His back is to me, but from the broad back muscles and taut buttocks that he is sitting on, I can see that he is naked. I lick my lips at the sight of his toned, powerful body. I'd love to see it from the front.

It takes me a moment to realise that his hand is moving up and down. I squeeze my thighs together and hold onto a nearby tree trunk for support. He is touching himself. He is sat on a rock, pleasuring himself in the middle of the forest. The wood nymphs must be having the best day of their lives right about now, I'm sure there is at least one watching.

I wonder if Klaern doesn't know or just likes the exhibitionism.

He lets out a grunt, snapping me back into focus. His head falls back and his hand slows. I don't get to see any of the good stuff and the stream must carry his semen away. Temporarily wiped from his orgasm, he leans back against the rock and catches his breath. I decide to make another move. I go after what I want and I don't like being rejected.

Without looking at him, I walk up to the bank of the stream and slide my feet out of my slippers. In my peripherals, I can see Klaern jump and try to grab some clothes to cover up with. I ignore him and pull the hem of my dress up over my head. Completely naked, I step into the water slowly, letting him get a good view of the back of my body after seeing his.

I wade into the middle of the stream and bend over slightly to wash myself. I can feel his burning gaze on my back. My ass, specifically. He clears his throat and, when I get the courage to turn around, he has gone. I'm devastatingly disappointed.

Why does he keep rejecting me?

I huff loudly and get out to dry myself off. I change into my new clothes for the day and practically stomp back to the camp in my slippers. Klaern has already packed away the tent and has the horses saddled up.

I don't say a word to him as I mount my horse and start trotting off. He catches up quickly and we continue the journey in silence.

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Most of the day is spent like that, awkward silence and riding. We reach the edge of fae territory by nightfall. Guards take us to the throne room where we are greeted by the chancellor. I don't envy the impossible situation he has. The fae king and queen died last year without an heir, leaving the fae restless for a new monarch.

Klaern stands to one side as the chancellor and I discuss the best way to deal with the trolls and goblins. Tomorrow, I will make an announcement and threaten punishment if they do not get into place. They know that my army far outcompetes theirs in both numbers and strength. They won't dare cross me.

After we are served dinner, we are shown to our chambers. Mine and Klaern's are linked by a door, but I'm beginning to think that it won't be used. Each time I get near him or we even get close to touching, he puts distance between us.

I take a shower and I am grateful for plumbing again. The down-filled bed is nice, too.

In the morning, I make my speech across the forest. It is relayed by nymphs everywhere and the message must hit home because there are reports of trolls and goblins retreating before lunch time.

We eat with the chancellor and I offer my advice on what to do about a new monarch. When we are finished, Klaern and I are on the road again, returning home. He acts respectful but indifferent towards me, I hate it. Gone is the funny and kind man I spoke to yesterday and the playful companionship we shared.

I am resentful of him by the time we get into the tent that night. I'm a damn queen, I go after what I want and I get it. Angry, I sit up in my sleeping bag. I unzip the divider with a flourish, startling Klaern. His sleeping bag is open and he is utterly naked. His cock is hard and in his hand.

I've caught him pleasuring himself, again.

His eyes widen and he grabs the sleeping bag, covering himself. I smirk at him, enjoying his panic.

"Your Majesty! Some warning would be nice!"

My smirk widens at his panicked tone. I sit back on my heels and watch him flap. "Why are you rejecting my advances?"

My blunt question takes him off-guard. As he recovers, his eyes darken.

"I know you sleep with your guards, my queen, but I will not be one of them."

Now, that shocks me. No guard has ever refused casual sex before. Who would?

"What? Why?"

His eyes narrow and I get the feeling I'm being judged. "I don't want to be another notch on your bedpost, lost amongst the masses."

My eyebrows shoot up. "I'm sorry, the masses? Masses? Just how many do you think there have been?" I'm annoyed, now. My fists are on my hips and I'm glaring.

He sits up, too, and we square off, glaring at one another.

"A lot, from what I have heard."

"Well, you've heard wrong." I scoff. "And, even if there have been quite a few, what does it matter? You have made your lack of interest in me very clear."

He glares at me and grinds his teeth. "I am interested in you, that's the problem."

"I don't follow," I reply with a frown.

He rolls his eyes. "Of course you'd make me spell it out. I don't want to be your fuck buddy, Elektra. I want to be your only fuck buddy. Your partner."

I blink in shock. Of all the guards I have been through, none of them dare ask for more, even if they wanted it. They knew the rules when they signed up. They knew our agreement would have an expiry date.

With the stern look Klaern is pinning me with, I'm having a hard time being strong and sticking to my guns. "I don't do relationships."

His jaw clenches. "I know," he grinds out. "That's why I'm not getting involved."

I feel both annoyed and disappointed. I want him. I want him more than I've wanted any other man before. The thought of not being with him physically hurts and that scares me enough by itself. This isn't good. This is a bad sign. This is a catching-feelings sign. I should run.

He reaches for the zipper and starts to zip the divider back in place. He gives me an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, Elektra, but you can't give me what I want, and I can't give you what you want."

The fabric pulls up, closing the gap between us. I put out my hand to stop it. Grasping the fabric, I yank it down and the zipper runs along the teeth, unzipping it. Klaern looks at me, surprise on his face.

"Fine, you can have it your way," I tell him.

I grab his face and press my lips to his. He is too shocked to respond at first, but then he kisses me back. Our lips mould together and I try not to think about how much it makes my heart flutter.

He grabs my shoulders and breaks the kiss suddenly. "Just to be clear, I'm not one of your fuckboys. This is an exclusive thing between us."

One cock only? I can handle that, right?

It better be a damn good cock to take me off the dick market.

"Yes," I agree quickly and return to kissing him.

He surprises me by taking over control. Usually, when I am with my guards, I am the one who is in control. Not this time. Klaern pins my hands above my head and rips my dress from my body. He pushes apart my legs and slips two fingers inside me without warning. I moan and writhe underneath him, enjoying everything he does to me.

He has me cumming quicker than any other guard has in my life. I convulse around his fingers and cover them in my juices. He licks them off whilst watching me with a heated expression.

I can barely contain my excitement when he replaces his fingers with his cock. I have seen many a phallus in my time, but there is something beautiful about his. It feels even better than it looks, too. I moan loudly as he fills me up completely. It's like we're the perfect fit. The look on Klaern's face tells me that he is thinking the same thing.

He fucks me long and hard, my toes curl, my legs tense and my pussy clenches so many times I'm surprised it doesn't cut off circulation to his cock. I cum so hard I see stars. I scratch up his back with my nails but he doesn't complain once, in fact, it spurs him on.

When we cum together, I think I pass out for a few moments. I come back down from heaven and find myself in his arms.

Well, shit. This is new.

I kinda like it...

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Next week I will not be updating Prima Facie...

I have a new anthology of sorts that I will be posting on account.

It is a collection of fairytales and mythological folklore, with an adult twist...

Basically, mythologies and fairytales...turned into smut.