Page 13 of Royally Drawn

“Sleep well, love,” Leah said.

“Yes, dear. Sleep tight,” Cici echoed.

I went into my stateroom. I was lucky not to be sharing. They’d expected me to travel with Astrid, but I ended up in a private room when she couldn’t come. I filled a glass of water and sat it by the bed. I tried to focus on chugging it, knowing how crucial it was to me to survive our onshore excursion tomorrow.

However, I was unsettled no matter what I did or how much water I drank. I found myself in the dark, thinking about the man who made me feel things, longing to know what he might do to me. Powerless to resist, I ran my hand down to my knickers, playing with my clit through my panties. They were already wet and had been since this flirtation began.

The feeling of my fingers running over my knickers felt naughty and tempting, but it wasn’t where I wanted to end. I pushed my hand inside, exploring my wetness with two fingers. Annoyed with the limits of my thong, I tossed them aside, now free to touch myself however I chose.

I slowly rolled a finger over my clit, thinking about how it might be to have put Keir’s hand up my skirt.God, how dirty would I be to let him do that with people about?I bit my lip to the point it nearly hurt. My breathing picked up. I felt a delicious, warm flush reach my chest. It took a little more work than it would with my trusty vibrator, but I was desperate to climax.

I let out a low moan as I hit the perfect spot that made my toes curl. I moved my hand to where my wetness spilt out of my entrance and slid one finger deep inside me. All the while, I thought about what it would feel like to have his fingers inside me—to have his cock deep within. How would it feel to have him enter me?

I didn’t know. I knew only how to pleasure myself. I moaned louder as I thrust two fingers inside my centre, feeling the full warmth and wetness of my pussy. I pulled them out, now playing with my clit with my thumb. The slickness only heightened the sensation as my pleasure built.

My fingers dipped inside my pussy again. I tightened around them, feeling myself getting closer and closer. I imagined how good it wouldfeel to have Keir deep inside me—our bodies meeting with every thrust—as I moved my fingers in and out.

Picking up speed, the sound of my hand against my wet pussy became audible. I cared little. It felt so good to give over to pleasure and visualise what it might feel like to have someone inside me—someone who made me feel so deviant and beautiful. I gasped now, the feeling of my orgasm rolling over me.

“Mmmmm…. oh, ouais,” I moaned.

My pussy tightened and pulsed as I climaxed, my orgasm making my legs quake and fall apart. I lay there, my hand pressed against my centre, looking up at the ceiling of my dark stateroom, totally satisfied. Or, at least, IthoughtI was. If I was missing something, I didn’t know yet.

“Fuck,” I moaned quietly. “I needed that.”

Eavesdropping

KEIR

Iturned in soon after Ingrid, hoping we’d beat everyone else up in the morning if we got some shut-eye. I wanted to get one-on-one time with her. Everyone was still drinking with no signs of stopping. I blamed Duncan and Leah for whipping everyone up publicly, but more than likely, it was the Danes who were the issue. Crown Princess Edina stayed in town with one of the Swedes and returned after everyone else.

I wandered towards the shared lavatory to clean my teeth. As I did, I heard a noise and stopped. It sounded like someone was hurt. Then, I realised that wasn’t it at all. It was amoan. A womanmoaning. I made a mental note of who was still above deck. The only person down here was Ingrid.

I debated whether I should go or stay. It was voyeuristic to stick around. The place wasn’t well soundproofed. She moaned again—louder. I could hear her panting as I stood outside the door. My cock stiffened, a bad thing given I was wearing sleep bottoms, and it was now very apparent I had a massive hard-on. I shouldn’t listen, but I couldn’t walk away.

She had to get off because I tortured her. I debated knocking andinterrupting. Was it so wrong to offer my services? I set it aside because I knew better. Secretly, I enjoyed listening to her bring herself closer and closer to the point of inevitability, knowing she was fantasising about what I could do to her.

The idea of it made me even hornier. I rubbed my swollen cock over my pants, torturing myself.

“Mmmmm…. oh, ouais,” Ingrid moaned—all too loudly.

She’d cum. It was a beautiful sound. I’d brought her pleasure even if I never laid a hand on her. Now, all I wanted to do was to be inside her and listen to her scream my name. I knew I could do it if I tried.

“Fuck… I needed that,” she said aloud.

I smiled. She needed a lot more. And I was about to think about that as I dashed to the head. I leaned against the wall over the toilet with one hand, gripping my shaft in the other. I thought about fucking her from behind, my hands gripping her arse hard. Then, in mere seconds, I came, thinking about cumming all over her back. I longed to make a massive mess and then wipe the tip of my dick on her ass. That would be altogether satisfying.

Finished and calm, I turned to my nighttime routine, packed up my shaving kit, and returned to bed.

I woke mid-morning to a quiet ship and headed up on deck. To my surprise, Ingrid sat cross-legged, looking at boats on the horizon, with a sketchpad in her lap. A floppy hat nearly covered her face, shielding her as she drew.

“You draw?” I asked.

Ingrid didn’t turn as she answered. “I do. I spent several years taking art classes at the institute in town after being granted my freedom from my evil grandmother. I’m not terrible, not wonderful.”

“You do it because you love it?”

“Exactly.”

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