Page 81 of The More the Merrier

He watched her internal struggle play over her features. Not giving her time to voice her response, he guided her over towards the center of the room where two thrones sat. “We will preside over the festivities as King and Queen.”

“What?” Claire tried pulling away, but Gregor had a firm hold on her arm.

“Relax, we have a different king every year, but this year happens to be my turn. Now be a good queen or the king will have to punish you.”

He heard her little gasp of breath. Her sounds were an elixir for his cock and hearing them triggered their evening together, making his cock swell painfully in his pants. How he wished the room was empty so he could fuck the queen on her throne while she cried out his name.

Gregor licked his lips as the scene played out before him. “Have a seat, m’lady, I need speak of a matter of great urgency with a member of the court.”

Claire snorted, clearly amused by his use of speech, but took her place and managed to sit down regardless of the large skirt. Meanwhile, he went off in search of the festivities coordinator and found her at the bar.

“Lucinda, great dress.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Lucinda bowed, and her golden hair streamed around her like a halo. Gregor loved how his staff stayed in character and was thankful for it. He had the best people working for him, although he didn’t say it to them often.

“I want my throne chair sent up to the dungeon when the furniture is removed for the dancing.”

“Of course, Your Majesty. Anything else?”

“Champagne and strawberries.”

Lucinda bowed.

It was at this moment that Gregor glanced up to the dais where Claire was seated and saw her glaring at him.

“I believe your lady queen is jealous, m’lord.” Lucinda had a sparkle of mischievousness in her eyes, and before Gregor knew it, Lucinda kissed him, passionately. He pulled back about to chew her out when she pointed up. Gregor was smack dab under the mistletoe. He chuckled and left the giggling Lucinda to take his place beside Claire.

As soon as he was seated, a servant came and poured them wine in large goblets.

“I see the queen has no power in your realm, my king.”

“Why do you say that, my queen?”

“Because your servant didn’t offer me a beverage until you sat down.”

Gregor chucked. “You have a lot to learn, little one. It is tradition for the first drink to be served to the king so he can give the benediction.” Gregor stood and held his goblet high to indicate it was time for this party to officially begin.

“Good people of Twin Peaks.” He was met with sniggers and a few chuckles. “To you, to us, and to an amazing 2023. Let the party officially begin!”

A roar from the crowd and applause followed. As soon as Gregor sat, the music went back on, and the food started arriving. Beside him, Claire watched everything her eyes darting from platters of food being delivered to all the trestle tables decked out in 15th-century décor, to the guests, many of whom had lost their inhibitions already.

Claire didn’t know it yet but when the tables and chairs were removed and the dancing began, there would be many articles of clothing falling to the floor and the dancers stripped down to more comfortable attire. But by the time that happened the two of them would be upstairs and Gregor would be living out his recent fantasy of pleasuring the queen on her throne.

Gregor observed there was many a raised eyebrow turned their way throughout the spectacular dinner that Atticus had arranged. The first year, the kitchen staff had been appalled by his pig roast. But after trying it, had to admit that it was the best they’d ever had. Getting into the spirit of things, they expanded that menu, and this year had an eclectic offering of what all looked suspiciously more Greek than British. But Gregor didn’t care as the food was amazing, and like his number two, he enjoyed a vast variety of ethnic foods.

Beside him, Claire seemed to be enjoying every mouthful, if her little moans and mewls of pleasure were any indication. He had to admit he was jealous of the fork as it passed through her plump, ruby red lips, and entered her sweet mouth, only then to be withdrawn slowly as if she was reluctant to let it leave her mouth.

If she was teasing him, it was working. He’d been rock hard since imagining her over the seat of her throne, getting taken hard and fast by his swollen cock. Maybe tonight he would claim all her holes for himself. If this was to go further, he needed to know her limits and so far, she’d shown none.

There were only two answers for this in Gregor’s mind: She had none, or they were such a good fit that their appetite was equal and didn’t require the negotiations that often came with a D/s relationship or in his case a D/s polyfidelity triad. The first, that she had none came with less trepidation than the second. Despite his and Atticus’s desire to find theone,the fact that Little Claire was potentially her, felt almost fantastical. A case of mistaken identity? The Bard was truly laughing at them.

“Earth to the king. Hello?”

Two of Aegir’s staff members dressed as servants were standing before him expectantly.

“Yes?”

“Are you ready to depart, sire, so we may have your throne moved?”

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