As Grayfia advanced into the study, the sharp click of her heels on the polished stone floor was the only sound besides the ambient magic humming in the room. Her eyes, usually glacial and reserved, held a warm, complex mix of desire and indignation as she fixed her gaze entirely on him.
"Algernon," she breathed out, using his personal name.
Algernon's eyes narrowed instantly, and his posture stiffened. He was genuinely taken aback. Grayfia, the epitome of professionalism and the most reserved woman he knew, never called out his true name—always "Your Majesty" or "Emperor."
But as she reached the edge of his desk, the confusion on his face cleared. He noted the slight lack of coordination, the uncharacteristic flush high on her cheeks beneath her pale complexion, and the way the words were slightly delayed on her tongue.
"Grayfia," he stated, leaning back slightly in his seat, a knowing amusement entering his tone. "You allowed yourself to be affected by alcohol."
"Who's drunk? I'm not," Grayfia stuttered, her voice betraying her conviction as she navigated the last few steps, stopping right next to the seat Algernon was sitting in. She leaned down, her amazing outfit drawing his attention entirely, her silver braids falling forward.
Her voice dropped to an intense, low whisper, filled with a theatrical, tipsy fury. "I'm here to ask you who allowed you to take my first kiss without permission and walk away?"
Algernon smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips, enjoying the unraveling of his queen.
He looked up at her, directly addressing the question with a challenging counter.
"Oh, so could I have a chance after asking for permission?"
Grayfia let out a small, frustrated growl, placing one hand on the back of his chair, leaning even closer, her hat momentarily tilting. "No, you don't! Now it's time for me, Grayfia Lucifuge, to execute my revenge."
Algernon relaxed, completely at ease, and settled further into his chair, watching in amusement to see what precisely his Silver-Haired Queen intended to do as payback for the stolen kisses.
Grayfia moved with a surprising, alcohol-induced boldness, straddling his lap completely. Before Algernon could offer a witty retort, she grabbed the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, and pulled him into a deep, insistent kiss.
Algernon was momentarily surprised by the sheer ferocity of the act, but the shock lasted only a heartbeat. He settled into the contact, his powerful arms sliding around her waist to hug her close, responding with a hunger that matched her own.
The room seemed to grow warmer as the professional boundaries between them dissolved entirely.
After a long moment, Grayfia pulled herself away, her breathing shallow and her face flushed a deep crimson. She stood up, adjusting her witch's hat with a triumphant, if slightly wobbly, flick of her wrist.
"Now I will be the one to steal a kiss from the Demon Emperor," she declared with a smirk of "revenge," turning to walk away as if she had won the day.
She didn't get far. With a blurred movement of his hand, Algernon reached out and pulled her back, her light frame spinning through the air until she was settled firmly once more in his lap. He locked his arms around her, preventing any further escape.
He leaned in close to her ear, his voice dropping to a low, dangerously playful rumble.
"How can the Demon Emperor suffer a loss from his own people?" he whispered, his eyes locking onto hers with a predatory gleam. "In my empire, Grayfia, I am the one who settles the score."
Grayfia let out a soft, surprised gasp as she was hauled back against Algernon's chest. The alcohol had slowed her reactions, leaving her pliant and breathless in his firm grip.
She looked up at him, her witch's hat slightly askew and her silver braids draped over his arm, her eyes wide with a mix of lingering defiance and burgeoning heat.
"You... you're cheating," she murmured, her voice losing its edge as she felt the steady, powerful rhythm of his heart against her back. "An Emperor shouldn't be so petty over a single victory."
Algernon tightened his hold, his hands resting possessively on her waist. He let his gaze wander over the daring details of her outfit, from the sheer silk of her sleeves to the way the lace of her bodice strained with her quickening breath. The sight of his normally professional queen in such a disheveled, vulnerable state was a sight he intended to savor.
"In this room, Grayfia, there is no 'petty' and no 'cheating.' There is only the law I set," he countered, his voice a smooth, low vibration. He reached up, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw before gently tilting her chin upward so she had no choice but to meet his eyes.
"You came here seeking revenge for a kiss. Did you really think I'd let you leave after only giving one back? That isn't how a debt is settled with me."
Grayfia leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder as she looked at the documents scattered across his desk.
"Then how," she whispered, her pride finally surrendering to the moment, "does the Demon Emperor intend to collect the interest on this debt?"
Algernon leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, sending a visible shiver through her frame. "By making sure that the next time you say my name, it isn't because of the wine—but because you can't imagine calling me anything else."
Algernon stood with a fluid, predatory grace, shifting her weight effortlessly as he swiftly picked her up in his arms. The sudden movement caused Grayfia's witch hat to finally tumble to the floor, forgotten, as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself.
He strode out of the study, his boots clicking rhythmically against the stone as he moved across the hallway toward his bedroom. The dimly lit corridor was silent, the shadows stretching long against the tapestries of the Athelgard lineage, but Algernon's focus was entirely on the silver-haired woman in his arms.
Grayfia, her head resting against his chest, looked up at him through a haze of silver fringe. The cool night air of the hallway seemed to do little to dampen the flush on her skin. "You are very forceful for a man who is always busy with work," she murmured, her voice a mix of a mumble and a challenge.
"The work can wait," Algernon replied, his voice echoing slightly in the empty hall. "An Emperor must know when to prioritize the management of his most 'rebellious' subjects."
He reached the heavy, ornate doors of his master suite. With a simple kick, he pushed them open, revealing a room bathed in the soft, flickering orange light of a dying hearth. He didn't stop until he reached the center of the room, the sheer weight of his presence and the intimacy of the moment finally causing Grayfia's playful "revenge" to melt into a quiet, expectant stillness.
Algernon lowered Grayfia to her feet in the center of the master suite, his hands lingering on her hips as he steadied her. He stepped back just enough to rake his gaze over her form, the silver strands of her hair catching the light like moonlight on steel.
He stepped back just enough to rake his gaze over her form, the silver strands of her hair catching the light like moonlight on steel.
Grayfia's breath came in shallow bursts, her body still humming from the carry. She met his eyes, a spark of defiance flickering before it softened under his predatory stare.
Without a word, Algernon reached out, his fingers hooking under the edge of her blouse, tugging it open with deliberate slowness. Buttons popped free, revealing the pale swell of her breasts straining against a lace bra. He didn't rush; instead, he traced the curve of her collarbone, then lower, until his palm cupped one breast, thumb circling the hardening nipple through the fabric.
A soft gasp escaped her lips, but she didn't pull away. Her hands rose tentatively to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself.
Algernon's other hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the hard length of his cock pressing insistently against her belly through his trousers, a promise of what was to come.
"On your knees," he commanded, his voice low and unyielding, laced with the authority of an emperor who brooked no refusal.
Grayfia's pulse thundered in her ears, but the heat pooling between her thighs urged her compliance. She sank down slowly, her knees meeting the plush rug before the hearth. Her eyes locked on his as she reached for his belt, unbuckling it with trembling fingers.
The leather whispered free, and she tugged his trousers down, freeing his thick cock. It sprang out, heavy and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
She wrapped her hand around the base, feeling it throb under her touch. Leaning forward, Grayfia parted her lips and took him in, her tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the shaft.
Algernon's fingers threaded into her silver hair, not guiding yet, but holding firm as she bobbed her head, sucking with increasing fervor. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the room, mingling with his low growl of approval.
He thrust shallowly into her warmth, testing her limits, and she accommodated, hollowing her cheeks to take more. Saliva trailed down her chin as she worked him deeper, her free hand massaging his balls.
Algernon's grip tightened, pulling her off with a pop just as his control frayed. "Enough," he rasped, hauling her up by the arms.
Grayfia stood on unsteady legs, her lips swollen and slick. Algernon stripped her blouse away completely, then unclasped her bra, letting her full breasts spill free. He pushed her back toward the massive four-poster bed, the silken sheets rumpled from disuse
She landed on her back, but he wasn't done positioning her. With a firm hand, he guided her to sit up, her breasts level with his still-hard cock.
"Use them," he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.
She obeyed, cupping her breasts and pressing them together around his length. The soft flesh enveloped him as she began to slide up and down, the friction making him groan.
Pre-cum smeared across her skin, lubricating the motion. Algernon rocked his hips, fucking the valley between her tits with controlled power, his eyes dark with hunger as he watched her nipples peak from the stimulation.
Grayfia's own arousal built, her pussy aching and wet beneath her skirt. She quickened her pace, tongue darting out to lick the tip each time it emerged, tasting salt and him. His breaths grew ragged, muscles tensing, but he pulled away before release, not ready to end it there.
In one swift motion, Algernon flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her skirt and panties down her legs. She kicked them off, exposing her ass and the slick folds of her pussy.
He knelt behind her, spreading her thighs wide, his cock nudging against her entrance. "This is how I collect debt," he murmured, voice rough with need.
He thrust in deep, filling her completely in a single stroke. Grayfia cried out, her walls clenching around his thickness as he set a relentless rhythm. Her powerful physique didn't feel anything at loss of her virginity.
Algernon's hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him with each powerful drive. The bed creaked under them, the hearth's warmth doing nothing to cool the sweat slicking their skin.
She pushed back, meeting his thrusts, her body surrendering fully to the dominant claim. Algernon leaned over her, one hand snaking around to rub her clit in firm circles, drawing moans from her throat. Pressure built inside her, coiling tight until she shattered, her pussy spasming around him.
He didn't stop, pounding harder, chasing his own peak. With a final, guttural groan, Algernon buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding her with hot spurts of cum. He held her there, pulsing deep inside as she milked every drop, their bodies locked in the aftermath.
Slowly, he withdrew, watching his seed trickle from her well-fucked pussy. Grayfia collapsed onto the sheets, spent and sated, her silver hair fanned out like a halo. Algernon lay beside her, pulling her into his side possessively.
(END OF CHAPTER)
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