#so much for taking her to a festival she's just been broody and anxious???

[pergaminaa]

she's so fucking dramatic?????

[capcarolsdanver]

A Christmas Carol

Summary: You’re left with the disappointing fact that you will likely be spending yet another Christmas without your girlfriend, Carol Danvers. Your friends offer you support, but all you really need right now is your girlfriend to return from space to be with you for your favourite holiday. Can you count on a Christmas miracle? Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader A/N: Well... it’s not quite Christmas still, but I severely underestimated how busy I would be over the holidays, so please enjoy this late Christmas fic! Feedback is always appreciated so please let me know what you think! Please do not repost any of my writing anywhere else without my permission.

The annual Avengers Christmas get together is in full swing, and your eyes sweep out across the room to all of your closest friends around you. Of course, everyone’s having a great time, and the open space of the large party hall at Avenger HQ is full of laughter and joyous chatter amongst the guests.

Thor, who still doesn’t exactly understand Christmas, just seems happy to get to spend time with his favourite people. He brought along a generous supply of Asgardian alcohol for those who have what would be classified as a very high tolerance to alcohol, so as expected everyone is in a very joyous mood.

You yourself had found a spot on one of the couches surrounding a small table and had barely moved the whole night, feeling more in the mood to spectate in the festivities rather than participate this year.

Not to say that you’re sitting on your own in some miserable slump, because you are genuinely trying to enjoy everybody’s company, but you can’t deny the Carol-sized void that is particularly evident anywhere you go. Especially during the holidays.

As if to emphasise it, Steve, who’s sitting opposite you from across the small table, catches your eye.

“So, Y/N. When’s your lady coming home?”

He asks you kindly, with a warm smile, as Steve always does. Despite this, you can’t help it when your own smile falters and everyone sitting in your immediate proximity grows quiet, regarding you with sympathy.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Steve rushes to say when he seems to realise his mistake.

“No, don’t be,” you’re quick to reassure. “I knew what I was getting into when I started dating Carol. I can’t exactly expect space crime to conveniently stop in time for the holidays, can I?”

You choose not to bring up that this will be the third Christmas in a row that you have to spend without Carol, but you still feel the pity practically radiating from every person in the group.

“Okay, who else thinks it’s time for shots?” Sam yells loud enough to be heard over the music by everyone, and the group seems to loudly agree. You remind yourself to thank Sam later for successfully shifting everyone’s attention from you.

Everyone scrambles to each grab a shot. You remain seated on the couch, and moments later Nat takes her own spot on the couch next to you and presses a shot glass into your hands just in time for everybody to simultaneously start counting down from 3.

Somewhere between shouting and cheering, everyone downs their shots, and you all seem to collectively wince. You and Nat both grimace at the burn of the alcohol and it manages to get a chuckle from you.

Nat drops her shot glass on the table before she turns to face you again.

“So. Real talk,” she raises an eyebrow as if warning you not to try to back away from the conversation. “When did you last speak to Carol?”

“A couple weeks ago,” you admit, sighing. “She left on some mission about a month ago. But you know how it is when she’s working up there. It’s so hard for either of us to contact the other.”

Nat smiles sadly. “I’m sorry.” She pats your knee and you shrug at her, though you feel like you’re able to let your guard down a bit now that everyone else in preoccupied.

“Yeah, it sucks,” you let out, feeling Carol’s absence hit you all over again. Your eyes fill with tears that threaten to spill over.

Unexpectedly, and uncharacteristically, Nat pulls you into a hug. You give yourself little time to think about her rare show of affection before you gratefully wrap your arms around her and rest your chin on her shoulder.

“Did she tell you how long the mission might last?”

You shake her head. “No, she just said she might not be able to contact me until she was done.”

“Okay, I think you need another drink,” Nat says, releasing you from her arms. “I’ll be back.”

You quickly wipe at your eyes at the chance of any rogue tears that managed to fall and smile at her before she stands up and heads towards the bar.

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On the morning of Christmas Eve, you wake up with a start to some kind of commotion going from somewhere outside the room. You quickly survey your surroundings, remembering that you had decided the previous night to just stay at Avengers HQ after the party, like almost everyone else had. You’re in your old room that you used to live in before you and Carol had moved out together.

The commotion that had woken you up appears to still be going on if the shouting from somewhere outside your closed door is any indiction, so you begrudgingly get up to go investigate.

You follow the loud intrusion of sound into the kitchen, where you aren’t all that surprised to find Bucky and Sam shouting and gesturing wildly at one another.

“Dude, don’t lie. You literally stole my pop tart straight from my plate!” Bucky looks livid. Opposite him, Sam throws his arms out away from his body, matching Bucky’s outrage.

“You have no proof, you moron.”

“Why do I need proof when there was no one else around? It couldn’t have been anyone else.”

You continue watching their exchange, entirely unsurprised that they are blowing up over something as small as a pop tart. You’re half considering just heating another pop tart to shut them up when Nat leans on the wall next to you, taking a sip from her steaming mug of coffee while her eyes also land on the boys.

“Bet you’re glad you don’t wake up to this kind of thing everyday in that fancy apartment of yours, huh?”

“You can say that again,” you laugh. Though, of course, you probably do prefer waking up to these regular early morning antics from the boys than to the empty silence of your apartment whenever Carol isn’t there with you.

“You’re still coming with us to look at Christmas lights tonight, right?”

To be honest, you’d completely forgotten about Steve’s plan for you all to go on some Christmas light trail that night, and although Christmas is generally your favourite holiday, you find yourself not really in the mood to celebrate it this year.

But then again, anything to take your mind off of Carol’s absence sounds appealing to you right now.

“You bet.”

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You trail the group, looking around you at all the incredible Christmas displays people have decorated their homes with. There was absolutely no denying how beautiful the entire street is, but as much as you try you just can’t seem to get out of your own head.

Steve’s leading the group and you can hear them all excitedly chatting, pointing out particularly well decorated houses, but you’re content to linger towards the back of the group and take everything in on your own. You know you’re lacking the Christmas spirit needed to participate with them right now, anyway.

A solid hand is suddenly falling around your shoulders, successfully shaking you from whatever broody train of thought you were on as you almost jump out of your skin. Your head snaps to the person you were now attached to, seeing Thor’s wide smile. He tugs you closer to him in an almost brotherly fashion.

“Lovely night, isn’t it?”

“I suppose it is,” you manage, after your heart beat finally slows back down to a normal rate again.

“Ah, you’re yet to hear from Carol, I presume?” Thor asks. You’ve gotta give him credit. As much as he’s completely enthralled by the Christmas lights surrounding you, Thor can still pick up on your solemn mood with remarkable ease.

“You presume correctly.”

You see Thor hesitate for only a moment before he speaks. “Might I offer a few words, Y/N?”

“Sure,” you say, sighing. What could you lose from hearing what he has to say? Plus, the Asgardian usually provided you with some pretty solid advice.

“Please give Carol a little patience. I know firsthand how difficult it can be to communicate with you all while I’m not here.” You soften at Thor’s words, not even aware of how tense your body was. “You all are my family. And it hurts when I’m unable to talk to any of you whenever I’d like,” he explains. “So, please just remember that Carol is likely just as anxious to speak with you as well.”

“Right,” you say more to yourself. Thor’s words somehow do make you feel some kind of comfort in the fact that Carol wasn’t choosing to go so long without talking to you. Not that you thought she was, but the reassurance helps.

Thor squeezes your shoulder in comfort and loosens his grip from around your shoulders, but before he can leave your side again you grab his arm.

“Thank you, Thor,” you say sincerely, and he gives you an understanding smile before leaving you to your own thoughts again.

At some point a little later, Steve seems to notice from his spot at the front of the pack that you’re still lagging behind, because he drops his pace to fall into step with you.

“Are you having a good night, Y/N?”

“Yeah, it’s nice,” you smile. As distracted as you’ve been, it’s hard to miss how much fun the others in your group are having. “Thanks for organising this, Steve.”

He returns your smile and nods. “Well, for most of us, we’re all we’ve got. I figured it was time to start making some traditions of our own.”

“Well I like that sound of that,” you say. You really do appreciate everything Steve does for every single one of you, and he was right. You are family. Personally, if it weren’t for the Avengers, you would have no one else. You know the same applies for many of you, the man you were currently talking to included.

“Hey, listen,” Steve says in a considerably more careful tone. “I wanted to apologise again for bringing up Carol last night.”

“You have nothing to apologise for,” you reassure him, shaking your head.

“I know, but-” He shrugs. “I just feel bad about bringing her up when we were supposed to be getting into the Christmas spirit last night. I mean, what is this, your second Christmas without Carol?”

“My third, actually,” you mutter, clearing your throat and dropping your eyes to the pavement in front of you.

“Shit, here I go again,” he curses, watching you. “I’m sorry.”

“Steve, stop apologising,” you say firmly. “Seriously, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

You take a scan of your surroundings. The street sign catches your eye and you realise you’re only a few blocks away from your apartment, which sounds like an awfully appealing place to be right now. You were exhausted from your previous late night, plus, what little Christmas spirit you did have has been all but spent this far into the Christmas light trail.

“Oh, you know what? We’re pretty close to my apartment. I think I might call it a night.”

Steve’s eyes widen and his features settle into a look of guilt. “You aren’t going to come back to HQ with the rest of us?”

“Nah, I think I just want to head home. I’m pretty tired.”

“Oh man, I totally ruined your night, didn’t I?” Steve shakes his head at himself, his look of guilt deepening even further. “I can’t believe I brought Carol up again.”

You interrupt Steve’s inevitable continued apologies before he can even start.

“Steve, no. My brain was never going to turn off tonight, anyway. It wouldn’t matter if none of you mentioned Carol the entire day, I still would have thought of her.”

Steve looks fairly unconvinced, still clearly internally scolding himself. Though you notice his features soften and eventually he nods.

“Do you need someone to walk with you?”

“I’ll be fine. It’s really not far at all.”

“Alright,” he hesitantly agrees. “But we’ll see you in the morning to exchange gifts and everything, right?”

“Right,” you laugh. “Hey, do me a favour and let everyone else know I left early. Nat would never let me leave a group activity early if I told her I wanted to.”

“No problem,” Steve laughs.

You give his forearm a quick squeeze in thanks, waving to him before you make your way towards your apartment.

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You’ve barely even made it a block before your phone starts ringing. You fish it out from your pocket, assuming that it’s Nat, calling to berate you for leaving the group early. Without even checking the caller ID, you answer.

“I don’t want to hear it, I’m not coming back,” you say, not leaving opportunity for the person on the other line to get a word in first.

“Coming back to where?”

The voice on the other line is not Nat. In fact, it’s the last voice you were expecting to hear tonight.

“Carol?!” You practically squeal into the phone, stopping dead in your tracks.

“Hey, baby,” she says and you instantly melt, having gone weeks without hearing her voice.

“Oh my god. Hi,” you greet back, feeling like you could burst into tears at any given minute.

“You okay there?” You can practically hear her smirk and the image of it in your mind makes you smile.

“Yeah, I just can’t believe I’m hearing your voice right now.”

“Well you better believe it, babe, because it’s definitely happening.”

Your brain finally recovers from the shock enough to ask a vital question. “Wait, does this mean your mission is over?”

“Mmhm,” she confirms. “Finished a couple days ago, actually, but this is the first chance I’ve had to be able to call you.”

You can’t help the sudden hopefulness that you feel. If the mission ended a couple of days ago and she was already on her way back to Earth, then it was entirely possible that she could be back within the next day.

You let out a deep breath, your emotions almost getting the best of you. With your mind racing a million miles a minute, you subconsciously start taking some more steps forward. The snow beneath your feet crunches slightly with every step you take.

“Where are you?” She asks curiously, and you assume she’s heard the sounds of your footsteps.

“Uh, I’m on my way to the apartment.”

“Wait, you’re walking to the apartment? Alone?!”

“Hey, I can handle myself,” you chuckle. “I am an Avenger, remember? Besides, I’m only a couple of blocks away.”

“Oh yeah?” Her voices lilts slightly. “Why are you even walking the streets at night, anyway?”

“How do you know it’s nighttime? Doesn’t everywhere look like night in space?” You can’t help but tease and Carol laughs.

“Well, is it nighttime?”

“…Yes,” you admit. “But that’s nothing more than a lucky guess.”

“Uh huh,” Carol replies, and you can hear her smirk through the phone again. The things you would do to see that smirk in person at this moment…

“Anyway,” you interrupt your own train of thought. “I was with everyone up until a few minutes ago. We were out looking at lights.”

“Lights? What kind of lights are so special that you’ve gotta go out in a group to go look at them?”

You’re left dumbstruck for a moment. She surely hasn’t forgotten what time of year it is, has she? You’d only reminded her about a month ago, and she knows how much you love the holiday. You assumed she would have remembered.

“We were looking at Christmas lights,” you clarify.

“Oh. Well now it makes sense,” you laughs. “Isn’t it a little too soon to be looking at Christmas lights, though?”

You’re hit with the fact that she’s actually forgotten what time of year it is. You try to shake off the sudden disappointment, though you’re a little too aware that if she has forgotten the date then she likely hasn’t begun her journey back to Earth just yet either. Which means another Carol-less Christmas for you once more.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” you eventually mutter into the phone.

“It is?” She sounds vaguely surprised at your clarification. “Huh. I guess it’s pretty easy to lose track of time up here.”

“Yeah, I bet.”

“So you’re heading back to the apartment?” She continues on as if you hadn’t just revealed to her that your favourite holiday is mere hours away. You can’t exactly be mad at her, though. As she said, it’s easy to lose track of time while she’s doing important work up in space. “Why not HQ with everyone else?”

“I just felt like being home, I guess,” you explain. “I wasn’t in the Christmas spirit and we were pretty close to the apartment, so I decided to head home early.”

You hear Carol hum in acknowledgement as you use your keycard to get into your apartment building. You start up the flight of stairs leading to your apartment.

“So, when do you think you’ll be back?” You can’t help but ask. Realistically, you have known for weeks that Carol likely wouldn’t make it back in time for Christmas. Though, with Christmas Day only a few hours away, and your short-lived hopes of her returning any day now, the disappointment of her not being here is fresh once again.

“Soon,” Carol says vaguely and you frown.

“Soon? That could mean anything,” you complain. “Don’t you have at least some idea of when you’ll be back?” You can’t help the slight bite to your tone, the frustration of everything seemingly growing by the minute.

You fumble with your keys, your current conversation leaving you preoccupied enough to struggle with the basic task of locating the correct key on your keychain to grant you entrance into your apartment.

“I don’t know, babe,” you hear Carol say and you finally unlock the door, pushing it open and walking into your apartment, slamming the door shut behind you. “Why don’t you tell me?”

Her voice sounds suddenly different, louder, and you twist around on the spot until you’re facing your living room.

You gasp when you see her. Carol is standing beside your Christmas tree. Her eyes are on you and she still has her phone pressed to her ear. The only thing that rivals the bright lights of the tree is her wide grin, bright enough to light up the room all on its own.

Your wide eyes refuse to blink as you look back at her. You’re suddenly all out of words.

You watch as Carol takes one step closer, and then another, until she’s closing the distance between the two of you. The closer she gets to you, the softer her smile grows.

“You’re here,” you whisper into your phone. Carol lowers her own phone, coming to a stop directly in front of you.

“I’m here,” she returns, her own voice barely above a whisper too.

“Hi,” you say dumbly and Carol smiles adoringly at you. She gently takes your phone from your hand and drops it down onto your couch along with her own.

“Hi.”

Before you know what you’re doing, you abruptly tackle her in a tight hug. If she weren’t Captain Marvel you might have been worried about her balance, but she remains steady, wrapping you up in her strong arms.

Without even realising it, tears are spilling out of your eyes and running down your cheeks, and you let out a deep breath you weren’t even aware you were holding, pressing your face into Carol’s neck and breathing in her scent. You feel the lightest you’ve felt in months.

Carol hears your sniffling and takes a step back to look at you. She keeps ahold of your sides.

“You okay?”

“Are you kidding?” You choke out a laugh amidst your tears. “I’m more than okay, Carol. What are you even doing here?”

You still can’t believe your eyes. You can’t believe that the love of your life is standing right in front of you when only moments ago you still believed that she was in outer space.

“What, you really thought I’d let you spend another Christmas without me? It’s your favourite holiday, you know?” She lets go of her hold on your left side to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear. “You know how much it killed me having to miss the last two Christmases with you.”

You shake your head in disbelief, completely in awe of the woman in front of you.

“I love you so much, Carol.”

“I love you too.” She barely has time to get the words out before your mouth is pressed against hers in a kiss that’s long overdue. You only pull back for a moment when your smile literally grows too big to continue kissing Carol. You both break into laughter, giddy at the joy of finally being together again.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” You say the words that repeat over and over in your mind. Carol’s intense gaze regards you and she smiles at you sweetly.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Carol,” you reply before your lips are meeting hers again.

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The next morning, you wake up to the sound of Christmas carols playing from the living room and the smell of fresh coffee drifting in through your open bedroom door. You can hear Carol softly singing along to the music, and you smile sleepily.

Nat was right. You’ve never been more glad to wake up to the sounds of your apartment than you are right now.

[the-everlasting-dream]

Wild Thoughts - Maxwell x Adelaide

Summary: Duchess Adelaide discovers Cordonia’s best kept secret. 

A/N: This was originally a collab between myself and pbchoicesobsessed. Emily has now left the fandom and this post was deleted when she deleted her blog. This is set before the events of TRR and certain character trsits have been purposely exaggerated 

Warnings: Sexual content, 18+ only. Blacklist lemon and n*fw to avoid. 

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“Another champagne, cousin?”

“Marjorie, as if you have to ask.” Duchess Adelaide of Krona drained the glass in her hand before reaching for the one her cousin held out to her.

“Honestly, are you two completely incapable of maintaining some element of dignity?” Queen Regina shook her head in disgust at her relatives before she looked out to the party in full swing before them. It was Marjorie’s last night in Cordonia before permanently moving to Iceland to join her husband in his aluminum export business.

For reasons unknown to Adelaide, a young Bertrand Beaumont had graciously gone to the trouble of throwing her cousin a farewell party. Not that the reason particularly mattered, any chance to attend a Beaumont bash was good enough for her. Parties thrown by the brothers Beaumont were renowned in Cordonia; notorious for over the top antics and a constant flow of alcohol. Tales of debauchery at Beaumont bashes were legend. Dozens of the country’s largest scandals were born in the walls of their estate. Everyone who was anyone was there tonight for what the court was sure would be an evening to remember. Even a few commoners managed to slip in to join the festivities. No one truly minded, as a true Beaumont bash was unofficially open to all. It’s wasn’t an uncommon thing to catch a count with a tongue down the unsuspecting throat of a village girl.

“Gina you prude.” Adelaide chirped up, the effects of devouring glass after glass of champagne taking effect. “Where's the fun in being dignified?”


The Queen fixed her with a withering glare. “Adelaide, must you persist with that ridiculous nickname?”


“You loved that nickname when we were younger. It was your stable boy lover that gave it to you, was it not? I seem to remember him calling it rather loudly in the night when you visited him in secret.” She answered after another swig of champagne. Adelaide stifled a laugh. “Pity when you became queen you turned into a total bore.”

Regina seemed to sputter slightly. “I am not a total bore.”

“Alright then Gina,” Marjorie piped in. “When’s the last time you even thought about getting in between the sheets with another man? You used to be quite the temptress.” Regina’s eyes bugged out of her head, much to the satisfaction of her cousins. Marjorie shared a cunning grin with the Adelaide who immediately took the cue.

“Yes. When was the last time you considered getting under a man other than that shriveled prune Constantine?”

The Queen looked appalled. “Adelaide! How could you even suggest such a thing? I am his wife! I would never-”

“Oh Gina,” the blonde soothed. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. We all know you’re not as pure as you pretend to be. I recall you proudly bragging about the men you fucked in your prime. And really, with a selection as fine as this one,” she paused to gesture around the room. “I’d find it very hard to believe you haven’t at least thought about it.”

“I have to agree,” Marjorie mused, surveying the room as she sipped on her drink, a slight smirk forming across her lips. “Tonight's pickings are looking ripe for the taking.”

“If you two are going to start talking about your sexual conquests again, I’m having no part of it,” Regina announced before storming off in a huff.

“Adelaide, maybe we shouldn’t have. She’s still our cousin,” Marjorie admonished.


“Please, it’s nothing she can’t handle,” the Duchess snorted. “It’s not our fault if she can’t realize potential when its there.”


The pair took a moment to survey the bustling ballroom of the Beaumont mansion. The dance floor was packed with sweaty bodies moving on the dance floor to house music and R&B now that the string quartet had departed, taking with it the older, stuffy members of court.

At least the bores have gone, Adelaide observed, watching Regina pull her husband Constantine to the exit while his eyes remained fastened to a pretty young blonde’s ample chest.

“May I have your attention please?!” At that precise moment, the devilishly handsome brothers Beaumont climbed onto a table. Bertrand held a champagne bottle in his hand while Maxwell held an elaborate decorative dagger, both grinning widely as they waited for the attention of the people in the room. 

“Now that the oldies have gone home,” the younger son’s voice carried to all corners of the expansive room. “I declare this Beaumont Bash officially open!” 

In emphasis, he expertly aimed the dagger at the bottleneck in his brother’s hand, slicing through the glass allowing champagne to spray out across the room, gaining screams of approval from the already intoxicated crowd. Bertrand took a deep draught from it before toasting it in Marjorie’s direction. 

“Lets hear it for Countess Marjorie whom we celebrate tonight! She’s one of our own and will be sorely missed when she leaves. Countess, I wish you the best!” Bertrand winked at her and the crowd roared as Marjorie raised her glass in gratitude.

As the attention was shifted to the fresh supply of alcohol being ushered into the ballroom, Adelaide turned to her cousin. “What was that all about?”

Marjorie blushed demurely. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I know that look,” She told the brunette who blushed further under her calculating gaze. It took only a moment for Adelaide to connect the dots. “I knew you must have done something to get this little shindig organized but I didn’t suspect sleeping with Duke of Ramsford himself would do the trick.”


Marjorie actually had the gall to shrug nonchalantly but her sly smile gave her away. “You can’t blame me for taking an opportunity when I see one.”

“I’m both impressed and annoyed that you managed to keep that from me for so long.”

“I couldn’t help but keep it a secret. We met under… unique circumstances. We were acquainted at the annual masked orgy Prince Leo held a couple months ago.”

“You didn't! Those orgies actually happen?!” Adelaide slammed her glass down on the bar audibly in shock, mouth dropping open her cousin’s admission.


Marjorie patted her arm with a coy wink. “You don’t know the half of it.”

“Where were boys like these when we younger?” The blonde joked, shaking her head.

“I missed the opportunity to try him out, but I heard the crown prince was a damn good fuck too,” Marjorie tittered, nodding towards a corner of the room where Prince Leo was getting very acquainted with a noble girl's breasts as they grinded on each other to the music, bodies pressed so tightly against each other they might as well have been fucking on the dance floor. The pair were so immersed in each other that they failed to notice Marjorie and Adelaide practically salivating over the sight of them. They watched as Leo moved his head upwards to whisper in the girl’s ear before he pulled her through the doors to the outdoor terrace. 

The cousins shared a knowing look.

Marjorie shook her head. “Well even if he doesn’t come back, I’m sure his brother isn’t that different.”

Adelaide followed her gaze to where the younger prince Liam was being cornered by an obviously inebriated girl eager to climb into bed with him.

“Prince Liam is too polite,” Adelaide remarked. “Too nice to tell that desperate whore to shove off.”

Marjorie cackled loudly. “Give him a few years, cousin. All that sexual frustration from playing the perfect son will get to him eventually and then we could really have some fun with him. What about his friend? The broody young commoner? I bet he’d be a wild ride.”

Adelaide shook her head regretfully. “As delicious as young Drake is, he usually avoids all opportunity to socialize with this crowd. I don’t think he’s the one-night stand type. Shame, he has such roguish charm.”

“I’ve seen the way he shifts when he’s walking. I bet he’s as hung as the horse he rides.”

“We’ll have to catch him for a thorough inspection one day.” 

Both women burst into fits of laughter, grabbing fresh glasses of champagne from the servers passing by. “Court is going to be so boring without you. I’ll miss you, Marjie. Just maybe not as much as Bertrand Beaumont will.”

Adelaide arched an eyebrow and motioned to Bertrand who was watching Marjorie from a few few feet away, his obvious erection straining through his tight trousers. “Someone’s clearly waiting to whisk you away!”

“I swear Bertrand is the best kept secret in all of Cordonia. I don’t know what’s in those Beaumont genes, but I’m telling you Adelaide he’s the best fuck I’ve ever had. The things he can do with his cock and his tong-” A sudden cheer from the raging dance floor interrupted Marjorie’s thought.

The two stared out where the crowd had formed a loose circle around a single figure dancing on a table in the middle. Maxwell gyrated in time to the rhythm of the bass perfectly as his hips swiveled provocatively against the empty air. Sweat soaked through his black shirt, causing it to cling to the contours of his lean but muscular chest. The sight alone was enough to make Adelaide lick her lips, feeling the heat begin to accumulate in her core. Filthy thoughts about little Maxwell Beaumont flooded her mind.

“I’ve always wondered that too.” Marjorie teased.

“Hmm?” Adelaide was caught off guard as her cousin’s comment filtered through the sinful fantasies unravelling in her head.

“About Maxwell. Whether all the stories of his sexcapades are actually true. Did you hear the latest rumour? Apparently he took five women at once during this year’s orgy.”

“Well, you were there. Did he?”

“It was masked, Adelaide. If it is true, I don’t think even you would be able to handle that young buck.”

“Nonsense. If the rumour is true I’d be the only one with the ability to tame that stallion.” A devilish grin appeared on Adelaide’s face as an irresistible idea appeared in her mind. There’s only one way to find out. She downed her drink before striding off.

“Where are you going?” Marjorie called out after her.

“I’m a little parched.” Adelaide’s eyes glittered as she offered the coy reply. Marjorie was about to voice a confused response when she saw her cousin’s eyes slide right to the young man climbing off the table.

“Adelaide you are so naughty!” She exclaimed, comprehending her meaning.

“Don’t look so surprised. You can’t tell me there’s something in the Beaumont genes and not expect I’ll want a taste. Enjoy your evening, cousin. I’ll call when you arrive in Iceland with a full report.”

Adelaide adjusted her bra so that her cleavage was on full display and strutted the center of the dance floor to snag her prize. She expertly swayed to the beat, inching closer to Maxwell who was lost in the music and clueless to her advances. It wasn’t until Adelaide pressed her body into his, her ass grinding against his swelling bulge that he took notice of her. 

His hands settled low on her hips and he lowered his head to murmur gruffly in her ear. “Duchess, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I had to know for myself if the rumours were true, Maxwell Beaumont.”

Maxwell spun her around to face him, a smug, knowing smile on his face. “They call me Mad Max for good reason Lady Adelaide.”

“Is that so? So cocky, young Beaumont. I’m not sure you’re being honest with me.” Adelaide scraped her nails across his puffed out chest.

Maxwell’s eyes narrowed disapprovingly. “Not cocky, confident.”

Adelaide couldn’t but chuckle at his reaction to her teasing. He was so easy to rile up. “Did I hurt your feelings, Mad Max?” She winked. “Let me make it up to you by getting you a stiff drink.”

“Nonsense, my lady. A gentleman gets the drinks. Allow me.” He replied, trying to assert his dominance. Maxwell took her by the hand and lead her to bar. He ordered them four shots of bourbon.

“Cheers, Lady Adelaide.” They knocked glasses and knocked back both shots in mere seconds. The liquor burned on the way down, adding to the heat already blazing through her entire body. Embellishment of the truth or not, Adelaide was so aroused she wanted to rip the clothes off Maxwell’s sweaty form and let him take her right there on the ballroom floor.

“Enjoying the party?” He grinned, passing her another flute of champagne.

“I can think of a way to make it much more enjoyable.”

“I’m nothing if not a gracious host. How can I make this party more enjoyable for you, Lady Adelaide?” His words were dripping with innuendo.

“What’s a Beaumont party without a little swordplay?” Adelaide watched Maxwell take a moment to process what she was suggesting. She closed the distance between them and cupped his length, squeezing gently. He groaned, his Adam’s apple moving up and down his throat as he swallowed hard. 

“That is, if you think you can handle a real woman. Should be no trouble with your track record, Mad Max.” “Fuck. We should go upstairs to my room. Right now.”

The door was barely shut behind them when Maxwell launched himself at her, pinning her against the wall and kissing her roughly. Adelaide caught his lower lip between her teeth and bit down gently. He growled hungrily, pushing his tongue into her mouth, faintly tasting bourbon before moving to assault her neck with fervent kisses. She reached down and unzipped her dress while he snaked his arm around her and unhooked her bra. Maxwell wasted no time capturing one pert breast in his hand, kneading her flesh as he sucked greedily on the other nipple. They both moaned loudly paying no mind to the idea that they could be heard.

Adelaide placed her hands flush against his abdomen and pushed him backwards toward the bed. “Take your pants off and lay down, baby Beaumont. I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll be remembering this night for the rest of your life.” 

Maxwell happily dropped trousers, his erection springing free. Adelaide gasped when she saw her prize laid out on the bed eagerly awaiting her. Maxwell had the largest and most beautiful cock she had ever laid eyes on; a solid 8 inches and impossibly thick. There was definitely something in those Beaumont genes.

Adelaide dropped to her knees and wrapped her mouth around his tip, swirling her tongue as she pumped up and down his length with one hand, the other reaching down to fondle his balls. Maxwell’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when she released his cock and he suddenly felt an intensely pleasurable sensation he had never before. Adelaide’s warm, wet tongue rimmed his ass while her free hand continued to pump him. He writhed uncontrollably on the bed as she stroked him faster and faster until he was seconds from exploding.

“Adelaide… oh fuck. Adelaide fuck. That feels so good.”

“Call me Duchess,” she purred. Maxwell let out a strangled cry when she abruptly pulled her tongue and hands away. She stepped out of her soaked panties and straddled him so her dripping pussy was hovering over his face. 

“A gentleman takes care of a lady first, Lord Beaumont. Lick.”

Maxwell held onto her thighs and tentatively flicked his tongue upwards. Truthfully, he had very little experience with oral sex, but desperately wanted Adelaide to believe the risqué rumours that followed him so he tried to mimic what he had seen the other men of the court do so many times with their mouths buried in a woman’s slit. It didn’t take long for a dissatisfied Adelaide to sit back on his chest. 

“You have no clue what you’re doing, do you baby Beaumont?”

Maxwell blushed profusely. “Some of the things they say about me may be a bit embellished…”

Adelaide laughed at his admission. Evidently, he was not the Don Juan in the stories she had been told. She would fuck him tonight anyway. There was no way she was walking away from the most perfect cock she had ever seen without riding it into orgasmic oblivion first.

“No need to blush, Lord Beaumont. A gentleman like you should know how to pleasure a woman with your tongue. I’m going to teach you.” Adelaide smiled wickedly, positioning herself over his mouth once more. “You want to build tension, Maxwell. Tease me with your tongue by kissing and licking my pussy lips in broad flat and light strokes with just the tip. Yes, that’s it. Very good.”

Adelaide slowly dragged her hips back and forth as Maxwell happily explored every inch of her wetness. She twisted a hand into his thick hair and leaned back slightly to spread her lips open to expose her clit. “Do you see that little pink pearl? That’s the secret to making any woman in Cordonia a slave to your desires. Suck very gently just here, right on my clit. Oh my god. Yes, that’s good Maxwell. Don’t stop.”

Adelaide’s hips bore down onto Maxwell’s lapping tongue, earning an appreciative moan from him as she bucked wildly over his face. “Yes, oh fuck. Don’t you stop. Don’t fucking stop!” 

He slid his hands from her thighs to her ass, squeezing and slapping the firm flesh, his lips on her clit never relenting until a rush of liquid assaulted his mouth and Adelaide cried out his name over and over, her orgasm shaking her entire body. When she looked down at Maxwell, an expression of pure bliss was painted across his features, his mouth and chin covered in her juices.

“Did you enjoy that, Lord Beaumont?”

Maxwell responded by lifting Adelaide off of him and flipping her onto her back. He balanced over her and slipped three fingers inside her, driving them in and out at an ungodly speed, his mouth moving to suck on each of her taut nipples. Her walls clamped around his fingers and her legs trembled she as she came undone again at his touch.

“Yes, Duchess. Very much.” His proud smile stretched from ear to ear. “I like making you cum.”

“Are you ready to have some real fun, Maxwell?” Adelaide crooned. He nodded enthusiastically in response. She squirmed out from under him and grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer of the bedside table. “On all fours, Lord Beaumont.” 

Maxwell gulped and proceeded to get on his hands and knees.

“I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt in your life, Maxwell, but if you touch yourself, I’m going to spank you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for days. Understand?”

“Yes.”

Adelaide peeled her hand back and struck his right cheek, leaving a hot red mark in its wake. His cock twitched excitedly between his legs. “Yes what, Maxwell?”

“Yes Duchess.”

“That’s right, Lord Beaumont.” Adelaide dipped a single finger into the lube, coating it generously before she slowly inched the tip inside Maxwell. His body stiffened from the pressure at first, but soon relaxed as she began to massage him, slowly moving her finger deeper and twisting it in circles. “Tell me about the orgy, Maxwell. How many women did you take?”

“Two, Duchess.” He moaned, unable to stop himself from reaching between his legs to stroke his aching cock. Adelaide slapped his ass cheeks with force and his hand hastily retracted. “No touching! What did you do to them?”

“Uuuugh. I fucked them, Duchess. They sucked my cock then I fucked them.”

She slid her finger in and out at a tantalizingly slow pace. His hands crept between his legs once more and grazed his tip, causing his whole lower body to shudder. 

SMACK

“You naughty boy. I told you no touching. Have you had enough? Do you want to fuck me, Maxwell?”

“Yes.” Maxwell mewled as Adelaide withdrew her finger. 

SMACK 

“Yes! Yes, Duchess. I want to fuck you, Duchess.” 

Maxwell sat up on his knees and pulled Adelaide into his lap. She grabbed his shaft and guided his cock to her entrance, slipping it in completely. They both moaned loudly at the sensation of being inside each other. Adelaide began to bounce herself up and down his massive cock, meeting his rough, steady thrusts. They were both panting hard, screaming the other’s name without care that there were no doubt people who could hear their ear piercing cries of passion.

“Fuck, Duchess. I’m going to cum.”

A sly smile played on Adelaide’s lips. “Not yet, Lord Beaumont.” She moved off him and laid out on her back, beckoning him to her. “Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass, Maxwell?” 

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, hands scrambled to coat his cock in lube and he carefully inched himself into her ass. She was so tight he could barely hold himself together. 

“Fuck me harder, Lord Beaumont! Fuck me like you bought me!” 

He let himself go then, pounding into her hard and grunting with each thrust. He was so close to losing control, the sound of her moans sending him over the edge. Maxwell slipped two fingers into her drenched pussy and pumped them in and out, matching the pace of his thrusts in her ass. Adelaide felt so deliciously full it took just seconds for her to coat his fingers in her cum.

“FUCK!” Maxwell yelled, spilling himself inside her. He collapsed on top of her, trying desperately to catch his breath. He had never cum that hard in his life.

“You’re a faster learner, Mad Max.” Adelaide smiled. She hopped off the bed and began to dress. “I’m staying in Ramsford two more days. Same time tomorrow?”

Maxwell grinned at her in his dizzying state of ecstasy. “Absolutely, Duchess.”