#dilf smoochers get behind me

[elysianfiction]

"Can I kiss you?" for Elias pls if possible. I'm a simple woman , a poor soul who lives in depravity. It's a poor choice in love but my MC can't help it 😔

If you don't like "villain" smooches, don't come for my ass. 🤔

You try to hold yourself perfectly still as the maidens help you with your new garments, as they brush your hair without muttering a word. Stolen gentle smiles but nothing more.

They're not usually this quiet, if anything you've come to think of some of them as friends—or something close, at least—but you can't blame them. Not today.

Not when the emperor himself is watching their every move, standing near the balcony with his arms crossed at his back. Without uttering a word himself, if for muttered suggestions every now and then.

Richer fabrics, different colors, lighter jewelry meant to accentuate features without looking too preposterous. And throughout all, you keep quiet.

Not to play the pliant part, the gods know you haven't come here to play as another pawn on the chessboard, but simply because he seems to know your tastes like the back of his hand. Infuriatingly enough, you have no complaints.

Elias raises one hand and the maidens stop at once, bowing elegantly before leaving the two of you alone with a deafening click as the doors to your rooms are pulled close.

Neither of you say anything, not at first. You stare at your reflection in the mirror and Elias stares at you, something extremely pleased in his eyes.

"Am I up to your kingdom's standards?" You ask, only half in jest, getting up from the plush seat you've been forced on for almost an hour now. "Or should we start again?"

His smile widens slightly. Not quite a grin, but something close and just as sharp. He moves away from the balcony, the light seeping through it clinging to his back like a golden cape, stopping in front of you.

"As much as I would enjoy playing a little longer, I don't think we have time for that."

Your lips thin into a straight line, eyes wandering fleetingly toward the outside world, where people are singing in celebration. Ready for tonight's grand event.

"Is all of this necessary?" You ask, feeling for the first time the weight of uncertainty on your back. "Won't the rest of—"

"Taking care of annoying pest is something I shall take care of. You need not to worry about that," he says, gently grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "I have waited a long time, just for this moment. Nobody will ruin your night, this I swear."

And see, this right here is exactly the problem.

You've always known, long before coming to the kingdom capital, Elias to be a man of words. A silver-tongue of careful deceit, hefty threats hidden behind flowery words.

You've been warned times and times again, albeit only from the other side of this conflict, and yet here you are. Held in his grasp, heartbeat fluttering beneath your ribs.

Throat suddenly as dry as the deserts just past the kingdom's borders, hands pressed tightly together over your lap.

Perhaps you've let your inner turmoil show, perhaps he's somehow read your thoughts, all you know is that something visibly shifts in his gaze, in the way he grazes your skin.

"May I kiss you?" He asks and for a moment you're sure you have misheard, but your heart rages on all the same.

You must have misunderstood, but then you catch his eyes drop to your lips for the fraction of a second, something scorching in his otherwise glacial gaze.

You can only nod, clever tongue made a fool of by four simple words, heat eating at your skin the longer he keeps still.

A chaste press of lips, strangely soft even as his beard slightly tickles your skin, so fleeting and undemanding perhaps it never happened at all.

Maybe you're still sleeping. Now, wouldn't that save you from your own poor decisions?

"How am I supposed to deny you anything?" He asks, smiling when you step away from him with heated cheeks. "When you ask oh so sweetly... Although, this will have to suffice, for now."

You're saved by a knock at the door, signaling the arrival of some of the more important guests. Elias, of course, doesn't miss your relieved sigh.

"We'll have to continue this... Conversation later in the evening. You know how to find me, your Excellency."

You bite back a groan, fleeing the room with the sound of his muffled laughter haunting your escape.