#(maddox:ilara)

[glittersgcld]

"I need to leave in the morning," Maddox ground out, hands braced on the heavy wooden desk in his study. Time was precious. It seemed he was getting to spend less and less of it with his bride these days. Much to his own surprise, that was what upset him the most. Not that fact that neighboring kingdoms saw Maddox's rise to power as the perfect opportunity to attempt an invasion. Only the fact that dealing with the problem meant leaving Ilara. "You'll be well protected until I return." @feverish-desires

[clctomidnite]

@feverish-desires​

“Ilara!” Maddox dismounted his horse and hurried - in the most kingly way he could manage - to his wife. Small skirmishes and challenges to his throne took him from his seat of power far more often than he cared for. He wrapped his arms around her and swept her off her feet to hug her tight. Footsteps and annoyed grunts sounded behind him. Clearly, the guards weren’t so happy that Maddox took off whenever he pleased. “You look ravishing. You’re more beautiful than I remember.”

[glittersgcld]

Maddox dragged his lips down his wife's exposed throat, desperate to taste every inch of her. "That's it, love," he coaxed as she came, her tensed legs pulled him and his cock into her as he came with her. Leaving in the morning would be a challenge. Putting his life on the line when he had Ilara and their daughters waiting at home was a near impossible task. But leaving them the kingdom they deserved...the one he'd fought for. Maddox kissed what cleavage Ilara's expensive dress revealed as his hips finally stilled. His fingers clung to the skirts of her dress, refusing to let her go. "My perfect, perfect wife."

Ilara hadn't loved Maddox the first time he'd taken her, but he'd still given her pleasure unlike anything she'd known before. She had grown to love him, but she couldn't pretend that the mindblowing sex had played no part in her affections. She had fallen in love with him for his vision for the kingdom, but the care he had shown her had proven his intentions for her and their children. The warmth of his seed spilling into her was enough to push her over the edge, her body spasming, her thighs squeezing his hips as a cry emerged from her throat, her head tossed back in bliss.

[glittersgcld]

Maddox still remembered the first time he took Ilara before their wedding. They were still at odds, and he'd held all the power, but he'd worked hard to help her explore the depths of her pleasure. After all the time they'd been together since then, his greatest desire was always to see her fall apart in his arms. His thick cock speared into her again and again. Breathing heavily, he brought his lips back to hers, capturing them in a kiss. A tingling tightness pulled at him, and as he hit a new angle inside of his wife's heavenly sex, he lost himself completely. His seed spilled into her, filling her as he moaned against her lips.

Ilara tipped her head back, bracing her hands on his desk while he toyed with her breasts. Her nipples had become much more sensitive since the birth of their children, and she arched her back, moaning wantonly as her nerve endings lit up under his rough ministrations. "Ohhh, my love... my king...." She moaned, her thighs shaking as she felt herself nearing the edge of her pleasure.

[glittersgcld]

Maddox's lavished one of Ilara's full breasts with his mouth the moment it was exposed to him, cupping the other in one of his practiced hands. The last few papers flew off his desk as their bodies met again and again. He was so impossibly close to her, so overwhelmed by the way her tight, slick cunt gripped his length. His tongue swirled around and over her nipple before he took it between his teeth, gentle despite the bit of pain he knew would come along with it.

Ilara could never get enough of him. Ever since the first time he'd taken her, she had belonged to him, body and soul --even if it had taken her a while to convince her mind of such. "Aaah, I need you, Maddox," she panted, squeezing her thighs around him to draw him closer. She tugged the front of her dress down after he loosened the laces, baring her full, round breasts to him.

[glittersgcld]

That first roll of Ilara's hips unleashed him in a way that made him feel like a wild animal. Maddox couldn't contain himself. His strokes were hard and long as he began to take her again and again, the force of their bodies meeting rattling the desk. "Gods, yes, my love," Maddox panted, lips trailing down his wife's delicate neck and chest. His skilled hands slipped behind her to unlace her dress, desperate to reveal more of her perfect skin to him.

Ilara moaned into Maddox's mouth when he finally took her, fingers digging into his shoulders as she pulled him close. In the past she may have been concerned about the open door, but Maddox's taste for putting her on display had long since cured her of any sense of propriety. She rolled her hips forward against him, needing to take him deeper, to be as close to him as she could possibly get.

[glittersgcld]

Maddox captured Ilara's lips in a fierce kiss as he entered her. The kiss barely quieted his pleasured moan - not that it mattered much. Anyone who'd been in his employ for more than a few months knew that Maddox and Ilara's appetite for one another wasn't confined to the bedroom. He sheathed himself in her entirely, one hand on her hip and the other curling in her locks as he kissed her.

"And you're my world," she husked, tightening her legs around his hips to pull him closer, moaning as she felt him brush against her sensitive folds. It was strange to think that once she'd wanted him dead, and now she was using the same manipulations to try and keep him alive. But she couldn't imagine her life without him anymore, or how she'd manage without him beside her.

[glittersgcld]

"You're my heart," he whispered into their kiss, pushing her dress over her shoulders to reveal more of her milky, unmarred skin. There was nothing about her that he didn't love, that he didn't crave to appreciate every single day. "I love you. I love you." The words were as much of a promise as a plea as his trousers fell past his hips and his cock sprung free. He threw up her skirts and pulled her to the edge of the desk. One hand went to his already aching cock, lining himself up against her slit and rubbing the head against her folds.

Maddox's hard body was always a thing of fascination to Ilara; she'd always expected to be married off to a stranger, but her father's allies had been soft-bellied nobles older than her by far. His body, hardened by years of rough living and battles, always made her yearn for him, even if she hated watching him leave her behind for the battlefield. "I love you," she breathed against his lips, reaching between them to unlace his trousers.

[glittersgcld]

Maddox sucked in a breath, the cold of Ilara's fingertips so at odds with the heat burning in him. There was no growing tired of Ilara. She was his world - all that he desired - and made him throw the little caution in his body to the wind. His cock stirred at the touch and taste of her. Despite the study door being unlocked, he began unlacing her dress, his lips trailing down her delicate neck.

Ilara smiled as the papers scattered all over the floor, pulling her skirts up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She could never convince him to stay with words, but she knew other ways to get his attention. Pulling up the hem of his shirt, she pushed it over his head, trailing her fingers down his bare chest appreciatively.

[glittersgcld]

He could feel his resolve crumbling, if only temporarily. His wife's pleas never fell on deaf ears...and there was very little he couldn't be convinced to do when her soft lips met his. "Ilara," Maddox moaned his approval, his heart skipping a beat with the press of her body against his. Tugging her toward the desk, Maddox knocked the scattered papers onto the ground before picking her up and placing her on the wooden surface.

Ilara reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. "I don't want to lose you," she whispered against his lips, capturing them with her own. She had no true doubt that Maddox loved her, and wanted to remain, but she also knew that he'd never leave his duties to someone else if he could avoid it. "Show me that you feel the same."

[glittersgcld]

"My Queen," he let out a breath, shaking his head. Maddox was a fool for Ilara. It'd nearly led to his death before they'd even wed. Now...well, he wrapped around her finger. His duties were important, but making sure his wife knew that his priority was her and their family - and that everything he did and sacrificed was for them - was of the utmost importance. Leaning in, he pressed soft kisses against Ilara's cheeks. "I wish nothing more than for a day when I no longer have to leave. I promise you that."

She had to fight to keep a smile off her lips when her ruse worked, because she knew that if she made Maddox think that she doubted his affections, he'd feel the need to prove himself. And if she could distract him long enough... well, maybe they'd leave him behind. "What am I supposed to think, when you're always rushing off without me?" She looked up at him, her big eyes shining with unshed tears.

[glittersgcld]

Maddox frowned and pulled back. He rested his hands on her full hips, his constant need to touch her not put off by her crossing her arms. "Is that what you really think?" he probed, a concerned brow raised. His fingers tugged at the fine fabric of her dress in an attempt to pull her closer. "That I don't want to stay here with you?"

"Why should I bother, if I don't have any chance of persuading you to stay?" She pouted, folding her arms over her chest even as he leaned down to kiss her full lips. She knew that he downplayed the risks involved with these trips of his, and it only made her want to keep him home the more. "You could at least pretend that you want to stay with me."

[glittersgcld]

"Oh, I'm very sure you have many tricks up your sleeve," Maddox chuckled appreciatively, his fingers slipping under her chin to tip her face up toward his. He would never admit how dangerous these trips really were, though he was sure Ilara knew the truth. But if the real heaviness of the problem came from him, he knew it would feel more real. Maddox leaned down, placing merely a ghost of a kiss against her lips. "Perhaps you could give me a thing or two to remember while I'm gone?"

"You're very confident," she couldn't decide if she meant it as a criticism or a compliment, but it was a statement of fact. He was confident, but so far he'd had no reason not to be. "I will still worry until you return," she told him, she couldn't help it. They both had much to lose now. "You're sure you can't send someone else? I could make it worth your while to stay." She had to make one last attempt.

[glittersgcld]

Maddox followed her guiding, turning to meet her eye. Her gentleness was a reminder of what he had to lose now. What mattered. Rather than wanting to make him fight less, it spurred him into action. He couldn't allow challenges to them, to her, to go unmet. Meeting them himself was a show of power. "My Queen," he breathed, the sweet name and title falling from his lips more easily by the day. He grazed her cheek comfortingly with his thumb. "Do not fret. My life won't be ended by matters like this. Not unless I allow them to get out of hand."

He wasn't listening to her, and that was perhaps more infuriating than the fact that he was leaving. "There won't be a 'one day' if they kill you in some petty skirmish." She pointed out, reaching out to tilt his chin towards her. "And what happens to me when you aren't here to protect me?"

[glittersgcld]

He barely heard her concerns. His mind was already miles away. "Maybe one day," Maddox grit his teeth, plotting the ways in which he would bring his enemies to their knees. His gaze flickered to Ilara and caught on her. "For now, I have to answer the challenges myself. Better to meet it head on than have them make their way here, to where you are."

"It's not my safety I worry about," Ilara knew that they had to respond to threats on their sovereignty, but she wished that he didn't have to answer them himself. "You're the king, you shouldn't be fighting on the frontlines. Surely someone else can lead the defense," even as she spoke, she knew he wouldn't listen. She was skilled at handling the courts, diplomacy. But war was his domain.