The silence in the chamber grew heavy, thick with a heat that seemed to come from nowhere. Hisui knelt on the cool stone, though she hardly felt it. Her gaze had settled on the vein running along the underside of his cock, and she couldn't look away from the slow, steady pulse beneath his skin. Her lips parted. Her breath caught. Something unfamiliar and dizzying coiled low in her stomach.
"I... I don't know," she whispered, her voice trembling, barely audible over the pounding in her ears. She wet her dry lips without thinking, her eyes darting between his face and his hard cock filling her vision.
Rudra said nothing. He leaned back on his elbows and watched her, his gaze heavy and unreadable.
Maybe it was that silence, the way he left the choice entirely to her, that decided it. Her body moved before her mind could catch up. Her slender fingers reached out and closed firmly around his cock.
A low groan rumbled up from Rudra's chest.
Hisui's eyes flew to his face, her heart lurching. He was already watching her.
"I don't mind you touching my cock, Princess," he said, his voice low and rough. "But ease up on the grip, will you?"
"S-Sorry!" She loosened her hand at once, a dark blush flooding her cheeks. "I've never actually seen a cock in real life. Only in books, or what the palace maids whisper about."
The scraps of gossip she'd overheard in the corridors came back to her, hushed and giggling, and her curiosity slowly began to win out over her embarrassment. Her fingers flexed, testing, and then she began to stroke his cock, slow and careful, from base to tip.
She glanced up, hunting for a reaction. All she found was Rudra's lazy smirk, a flicker of amusement in his eyes, and it stung her pride more than any mockery could have.
Her jaw set. Holding his gaze, she quickened her pace, her hand moving faster and surer along his cock, determined to wipe that smug look off his face.
Minutes passed, filled with the soft, slick sound of her working his cock. Rudra only watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, his breathing barely quickened, his smirk unmoved. Hisui's frustration sharpened into something stubborn. Her jaw tightened, and she moved her wrist faster, her knuckles a blur, determined to force a gasp out of him, a groan, anything.
"You're working hard down there, Princess," Rudra said dryly, his voice smooth and maddeningly calm. "But if you're trying to make me lose control, your hand isn't going to cut it."
Her hand slowed. She glared up at him through her lashes. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Hands are fine." He tilted his head, and a dark, dangerous glint crossed his eyes. "But if you want a real reaction out of me, you'll have to use your mouth."
Hisui froze, her hand going still around his cock. Her mind reeled at the sheer audacity of it, and her blush deepened to a fiery crimson that burned down her neck. She opened her mouth to snap at him, to call him shameless, but nothing came out.
Seeing her stunned silence, Rudra leaned down until his warm breath fanned across her flushed cheek.
"What's wrong?" he murmured, soft and provoking. "Is your royal pride getting in the way? Or are you just scared you won't know what to do with my cock?"
That did it.
Defiance flared in her eyes. Holding his smug, mocking gaze, she let go of him, parted her lips, and leaned forward without another word.
She took the head of his cock into her mouth.
The sudden, velvet heat of her tongue hit him like a jolt. His lazy composure shattered in an instant. His head fell back, his hands clenched in the silk sheets, and a rough, guttural groan tore out of his throat.
"Fuck..." he hissed through gritted teeth, his hips twitching up into her mouth.
Kneeling between his thighs, Hisui felt the shudder run through his whole body. His rigid posture had broken, and that raw, unguarded sound had slipped out of him. Triumph surged through her, hot and heady. His head had thudded back against the headboard, and the calm he'd worn like armor was gone.
She wanted more of it. She opened wider and took more of his cock into her mouth, clumsy but eager, and the wet, rhythmic sounds of her effort filled the quiet chamber. Each slide of her mouth drew a fresh twitch from his hips and a ragged catch in his breath.
Rudra's eyes stayed locked on her, dark and dilated, the smirk gone. His jaw was set so tight that a muscle pulsed beneath it.
She found a rhythm, bobbing her head along his cock, her tongue pressed flat against the underside, her hand wrapped around the base where her mouth couldn't reach. Spit ran down his length and slicked her fingers. Every time she hollowed her cheeks and sucked, his thighs went rigid under her palms and his breath came out in a ragged hiss.
After a few minutes of her unsteady rhythm, Hisui felt something change. His cock swelled in her mouth, thickening against her tongue, and the head throbbed hard against the roof of her mouth. A salty bead of precum spread across her tongue. She stilled, eyes wide, curious and not understanding what it meant.
Rudra understood. His hand shot down and tangled in her hair. "Hisui, wait," he grunted, his voice strained. "Pull back, I'm..."
He tried to draw her off, but his hips jerked forward on their own, and the warning came too late. His cock slid deep and the head bumped the back of her throat. Her breath cut off, her throat clenched around him, and his cock pulsed once, twice, and then he came. Thick, hot spurts of cum shot against her tongue and flooded her mouth, more than she could hold.
A long, guttural groan tore out of him as his head snapped back. His knuckles went white on the sheets, his thighs shook, and his cock kept twitching in her mouth, spilling the last of his cum across her tongue while his body shook through the release.
For a few seconds she was pinned there, tears pricking her eyes, her hands gripping his thighs for balance, his cock still pulsing against her tongue. Then the tension left him. His grip loosened, and he let her go.
Hisui pulled off his softening cock with a wet sound and doubled over, coughing hard. Cum spilled past her lips and dripped onto the stone, a thick string of it hanging from her chin. Her lungs burned. She dragged the back of a trembling hand across her mouth and shot him a glare through tear-bright lashes.
Rudra slumped against the headboard, chest heaving, his gaze dropping to her flushed, tear-stained face and the mess on her chin.
"You..." she rasped, her voice thick with indignation.
Seeing it, the last of the tension in his frame dissolved into a low, quiet smirk.
Hisui dragged the back of her sleeve across her chin, eyes flashing, and pushed herself to her feet. She meant to leave. Before she could take a step, Rudra caught her wrist. It wasn't a hard grip, and she could have twisted free.
"Don't be angry, Princess," he murmured, his voice still rough.
She should have pulled away. Instead she stood there, glaring, her pulse hammering, and when he tugged her down onto the mattress and settled her back against his chest, she let him.
"Still angry?" he murmured against her hair.
"Yes." She tried to put venom in it. It came out breathless.
"Good. Stay angry. Just stay."
She opened her mouth to snap at him, but her breath hitched. His hand slid beneath the hem of her skirt while the other slipped under her shirt, his warm palm flat against her bare stomach. His fingers found the damp cloth between her thighs, and she went rigid.
"You're already soaked, Princess," he said softly, his lips brushing her ear. "All that, and you got wet from it."
Her face burned. "That doesn't mean anything."
"No?" His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over the fabric, and her hips twitched. "Then you won't mind if I check."
He pushed the cloth aside. The first touch of his bare fingers against her slick folds drew a sharp gasp out of her. He dragged them up through her wetness, slow and teasing, circling the swollen bud of her clit without quite touching it.
"Let's see how long you last," he said.
Hisui set her jaw, though the heat in her face betrayed her. "I'm pretty sure I'll last longer than you did."
His low laugh vibrated against her back. "Is that a challenge?"
She turned her head to answer, and he caught her mouth in a firm, possessive kiss. At the same moment his fingers pressed down on her clit and began to rub, tight, steady circles that caught her completely off guard. The gasp that left her was swallowed by his mouth.
"Rudra," she managed, the second he let her breathe. "That's... wait, that's..."
"Too much?"
"No." The word came out small and embarrassed.
He slid two fingers down and pushed them slowly inside her, curling them forward while his thumb kept circling her clit. Her body clenched around him, hot and tight, and a broken moan escaped her before she could bite it back. Her back arched off his chest, her fingers clawing at his forearm.
"Listen to you," he murmured. "Where's all that royal pride now?"
"Shut up," she gasped, and then, as he curled his fingers again, "Oh, gods..."
"There it is."
He didn't give her time to recover. His fingers pumped into her, wet and relentless, finding a spot that made her thighs shake and her moans spill out unguarded into the quiet chamber. Her hips rocked into his hand on their own. The pressure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly until she couldn't think.
"Rudra, I'm... something's..."
"I've got you. Let go."
She came with a cry, her whole body locking and shuddering, her walls clenching around his fingers as the pleasure crested again and again. He worked her through every wave, slowing only when she sagged against him, limp and gasping, her vision hazy.
"Hm," he said, a faint smirk in his voice. "I think that's one point to me."
She laughed, weak and breathless, before she could stop herself. "That doesn't count. You cheated."
"I'll allow a rematch."
He slid his fingers free and shifted, laying her back against the pillows. Then he paused, his hands resting at the edge of her shirt, and looked at her.
"Tell me," he said quietly.
"Yes," Hisui breathed. "All of it."
He drew away her shirt, then her skirt, and the cool air of the chamber settled over her bare, heated skin. His gaze moved over her slowly, and she felt it like a touch.
Rudra settled between her thighs and braced his weight above her. His dark eyes stayed on hers as he guided the head of his cock against her slick entrance and began to press forward.
"R-Rudra, wait..."
Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling.
He stopped at once, every muscle locking in place, the tip of his cock resting just inside her. He looked down into her wide, uncertain eyes.
"Please," Hisui murmured, her cheeks burning as her gaze slid away. "Be gentle. I'm still a virgin."
The words hit him like a bucket of ice water.
The hunger drained from his face. He pulled back, sat on his heels, and dragged a hand down his face, pressing his fingers to his temples.
Hisui blinked up at him, her hazy mind struggling to follow. "Rudra...? Is something wrong?"
"Let's stop here." His voice was low and firm, the playfulness gone.
She clutched the silk sheet to her chest. "Why? Is it because I told you?"
He let out a heavy breath and rested his forearms on his knees, keeping his distance. "Because once we cross this line, there's no going back, Princess. A first time matters. It should be with someone who means something to you. Someone you love. Not an impulse in the middle of the night."
Hisui stared at him, and the haze in her eyes sharpened into focus. Without a word, she reached up, caught the front of his tunic, and pulled him down until he had to brace his hands on either side of her head.
"I know," she said, her gaze unwavering. "And I want it to be with you."
Rudra searched her face for any trace of doubt and found only certainty. The last of his restraint gave way on a sigh, and he kissed her, deep and slow, until she melted under him.
He settled back between her thighs. Taking her hand, he laced his fingers through hers and pressed her knuckles into the mattress. With his other hand he stroked his cock through her wetness, up and down her folds, slicking himself until she shivered and a soft whimper slipped out of her.
"Tell me if it's too much," he whispered against her mouth.
"I will."
He pushed in slowly. The head stretched her open, and Hisui's breath caught in a sharp, shaking hiss. A burning tension flared low in her belly as he sank deeper, inch by inch, her tight pussy clenching around him. She bit her lip hard. Her nails dug into the back of his hand.
"Breathe," he said roughly, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. "Just breathe for me."
She let the air out in a trembling rush, and her body softened around him. He pressed forward until his hips met hers and he was buried to the base. A small, wounded sound left her throat, and he froze, a tremor running through his arms.
"Hisui?"
"Don't move yet." Her chest heaved. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, though she was smiling faintly. "It's... so full. Just wait."
He waited, trembling with restraint, and kissed the tears from her lashes, her cheekbone, the corner of her mouth. Slowly the sting dulled into a deep, heavy ache, and then the ache began to turn warm.
She rocked her hips against him, just barely.
"Rudra," she whispered. "Move."
He drew back slowly and pushed in again, and the long, slick drag of it pulled a soft, shaky moan from her. He did it again, slow and deep, and the sound she made was higher, sweeter. The wet sound of their bodies joining filled the quiet chamber, along with her gasps and his rough, uneven breathing.
"Ah... there, that... ah..."
"Like this?" He rolled his hips, angling deeper, and her back arched off the sheets.
"Yes... gods, yes, like that."
He picked up his pace by degrees, until each thrust landed with a slap of skin on skin and a catch of breath. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in. Her moans came louder now, unguarded, spilling out with every stroke. "Ah, ah, mm... Rudra..."
"Say it again." His voice had gone low and ragged against her ear. "My name. Just like that."
"Rudra... Rudra..." She said it over and over, a broken chant, her free hand clawing across his back. The pleasure coiled tight in her belly, hotter and heavier with every thrust. He reached between them and found her clit with his thumb, circling it in time with his strokes, and her cry cracked in the middle.
"Ah! I'm... again, I'm going to..."
"Then do it. I'm right here."
She came with a sobbing cry, her pussy clamping down around his cock in hard, fluttering pulses, her whole body shaking beneath him. The feel of her milking him tore a groan from his chest. His rhythm faltered, and he buried his face against her neck, his hips driving in deep and fast, chasing it.
"Hisui... fuck, I can't..."
"Inside," she gasped, her legs tightening around him. "Don't pull out. I want to feel it."
He came with a hoarse, shuddering groan, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he spilled hot and thick, his hips grinding against hers through every wave. She held him through it, her fingers still laced in his, until he collapsed forward and the room was left with only the sound of their ragged breathing.
He pressed a slow, shaky kiss to her temple, her cheek, her mouth. Hisui let out a soft, dazed laugh and tightened her arms around his neck, and they stayed like that as the chamber went quiet around them, the line crossed and neither of them looking back.
Afterward, neither of them spoke for a long while.
Rudra shifted onto his side and drew her against his chest, one arm tucked under her head, the other resting loosely over her waist. Hisui lay with her cheek against his heartbeat, listening to it slow. The chamber had gone still around them, the lamps burned low, and the cool stone and the night outside felt very far away.
Her fingers traced an idle line across his collarbone. She was sore, and warm, and more tired than she had ever been. Under all of it was a quiet, steady happiness she had no name for.
"Princess," he murmured into her hair, his voice thick with sleep.
"Hm?"
"You still owe me a rematch."
She smiled against his skin and didn't bother to answer. His arm tightened around her, and his breathing evened out. Hisui closed her eyes, and the last thing she felt before sleep took her was the slow rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek.
Somewhere beyond the chamber walls, the palace slept on, unaware of what had changed inside it.