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Childe has a hard time sleeping tonight.
He tosses and turns, pushes and pulls the covers, turns his pillow over and over - and yet sleep does not come to him. He sighs with resignation and stands from his bed - no point in staying there if it isn't working.
He makes his way to the kitchen for a glass of water, which he downs in one large gulp. As he leaves the emptied glass by the sink, he glances down at himself. His clothes cling to him, damp with sweat.
"Ugh." He groans. No way is he going back to bed like this. He makes his way to the bathroom and turns on the shower - hopefully a hot shower will get him to relax his restless muscles, on top of rinsing away all that sweat.
Childe discards his dampened clothes into the hamper and hangs a towel over the shower's frameless door. He steps inside, releasing a relaxed groan as the warm water rains down on his skin. Turning this way and that, he splashes the water across his tired body before letting it rain on his messy hair. Hands run through his copper locks to evenly spread the water soaking into his scalp. He heaves a sigh; this already feels much better.
He's so preoccupied with the soothing feeling of the hot water that he fails to detect the sound of soft, bare footsteps approaching.
The shower door opens. Childe turns with a start - how could a powerful Harbinger like him get surprised like this? - and his heart jumps into his throat at the sight of his Queen standing completely bare before him.
"Y-y-your Majesty?!" Childe yelps as his hands shoot down to hide his privates. His face is burning but his stomach feels like it has frozen into a solid chunk of ice and gravel.
The woman smiles at him knowingly, and he realizes that her usual frigid countenance is nowhere to be seen. There's a calm confidence in her gaze that has his knees trembling. "May I join you, Tartaglia?"
He's too busy stammering to give an answer, nor she doesn't even wait for one. She simply steps inside the shower and stands behind him. Her hands lightly settle on his shoulders and her fingers are so cold that he jumps under her touch. "My Queen, this is…"
The Tsaritsa laughs, a sound like winter chimes. "Look at you, blushing like a virgin schoolboy." She presses her generous bust against his back and slides her hands down his shoulder blades, under his arms and around to rest on his pectorals. Childe jolts. "I know for a fact that you don't behave this way with the women you bring to bed. Why would you, knowing your power and prowess?"
Childe shivers as her hands ghost over his skin, exploring the chiseled planes of his muscles. His hands remain between his legs, but feeling his Archon's touch and her stiff nipples against his back has heat pooling below his abdomen, and it's only a matter of minutes before he'll be unable to conceal his hardening cock under his hands.
She hums in amusement as her hands slowly trail down to his abdomen. "Is it my presence that has you reduced to such a flustered state?"
"W… with all due respect, my Queen, isn't this… rather inappropriate?" Childe manages a strangled chuckle. "I'm just a lowly Harbinger--"
Suddenly, she retracts her hands and huffs. "Oh, none of that. Am I not allowed to shower with my favorite underling?"
This finally has him looking over his shoulder to see her pouting. Pouting . He's never been more confused in his life. "Wh… huh?"
Her lips curl back into a smile - a much softer one this time. "Please allow me to wash you, Ajax ."
Oh. Oh no. She struck his weak spot, and she knows it. Childe - Ajax - shivers again. "But…"
Her pout returns, and he can't deny that it's fucking adorable .
He gulps and nods. "As you wish, Your Majesty."
The Cryo Archon smiles again. "Good. Now be a dear and hand me the shampoo."
Ajax can't believe this is happening. The Tsaritsa, the Cryo Archon and his Queen, is in his shower with him , and wants to personally wash him ? Maybe this is all a dream. A really crazy dream. Was it something he ate? Is he actually still lying in bed, breaking into a sweat because of his subconscious playing pranks on him? Regardless, he grabs the bottle of shampoo and hands it to her.
The Tsaritsa takes it from him with a hum. "Kneel down, if you please. You are harder to reach without my shoes on."
He obeys, though he has to fight back an amused snort. He carefully gets to his knees and sits on his heels. Honestly, he almost feels like he's in Inazuma, but that couldn't be further from the truth. He hears the bottle open and being squeezed, then closed shut and set to the side.
She runs her slender fingers through his hair to ensure it's properly soaked through before her other hand joins in with the shampoo. She works his copper locks with great attention as the shampoo combines with the water to turn into a clean foam. Her fingers rub and massage into his scalp as she ensures that all of his hair is evenly shampooed.
Ajax sighs. Though the situation is something he never could have even dreamt of, he has to admit to himself that her fingers in his hair feel heavenly . Even her nails lightly scratching his scalp have him relaxing under her touch. The way she handles him is… almost affectionate. Loving, even.
But no, there's no way that could be true. He knows this. So what's going on?
His Queen picks up the shower head and thoroughly rinses his hair. The shampoo is washed out and Ajax wipes the water out of his face with both hands as she puts the shower head back in its holder. She gives his shoulder a gentle tap. "Now stand."
Ajax obeys again as he cautiously gets to his feet, careful not to slip on the bottom of the tub. He clears his throat. "That… felt really nice," he admits softly.
The woman chuckles softly. "Good. Now, switch places with me."
He glances back at her with both eyebrows raised. She makes a hand gesture and he immediately understands that he can't argue against her order. There's ample space to maneuver around in this high-class shower, and so he steps aside to let her take his place by the shower head, and moves behind her.
Her silver hair is long enough to reach past her knees. A tiny part of him groans thinking of how much shampoo he's going to need to wash all of this, but he wisely elects not to voice it. The Tsaritsa brings her hands back to pull her hair over her shoulder and wet it under the running water, and Ajax has to cup a hand over his mouth and nose when he sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of her back.
Her body is sculpted to perfection. The expanse of her ivory skin is only marked by mysterious cyan tattoos that glow with a slow gentle pulse, running across a large portion of her back and down her thighs. Her rear is round and firm, not overly large or small, and her legs are long and silky. The tattoos run up the back of her neck, now exposed as she rinses her hair.
He shakes his head as thoughts of kissing the nape of her neck begin to invade him.
Still, even as the mere idea of touching her has his heart racing in a mix of trepidation and anticipation, orders are orders. He retrieves the shampoo bottle and squeezes a generous amount into his hand before setting it back down. As if on cue, the Tsaritsa brings her hair back over her shoulder for him. He clears his throat. "Alright…"
Oh so carefully, he brings his hands to the top of her head and begins lathering the shampoo into it. She sets her hands on her hips and allows him to massage into her scalp, tilting her head this side and that to give him better access. Once the head is adequately shampooed, he brings her long locks of wet hair over her head into a bun-like pile and sets about spreading the shampoo through it as well. Her hair is so incredibly long that he ends up needing to add more product.
Once that's done, he does the same as she did and grabs the shower head to rinse her hair. This turns out to take even longer as he unravels her hair from the top of her head, taking great care to properly rinse it out. His gaze lingers on the way her silver strands meld into an icy blue gradient towards the tips.
The shampoo is finally all rinsed out from her hair and Ajax puts the shower head back in place. She tugs on a strand and examines it with a hum. "Well done," she chuckles. She reaches over to grab a bath puff from its rubber hook on the shower wall and squeezes soap into it. She turns just enough to offer it to him. "Would you be so kind as to help me wash?"
His throat is so parched it hurts. Ajax swallows nervously and he dearly hopes she doesn't glance down at his erection. He dazedly takes the bath puff from her hand a little quickly and nods. She smirks and turns back, pulling her hair over her shoulder to give him access to her back.
He has her permission, so he knows he can't screw this up. Ajax gingerly begins lathering the soapy bath puff over her shoulders and upper back and watches the way the white foam slowly glides down the curve of her spine. He bites the inside of his cheek as he ventures lower. If the Tsaritsa has any complaints, then she isn't voicing them. In fact, she holds an arm up to the side for him instead.
Ajax gets the message loud and clear. He gently places his free hand under her wrist as he takes care to properly wash her arm. She lowers it and raises the other for him to do the same, and he complies.
He gets to one knee to begin washing her legs and he feels his resolve cracking. Her legs are magnificent, and her rear is so close to his face. He has to bite his tongue to control himself, hoping the pain will distract him from how fucking horny he's getting.
Still, she says nothing as he dutifully washes her legs and feet. Once he's done and he stands again, however, she sets her rinsed hands on her hips. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Ajax freezes. He knows damn well what it is, but he asks anyway. "W… what might that be, Your Majesty?"
Her response begins with one of her hands sliding down to cup one of her butt cheeks. "I am giving you permission to touch me, so I expect you to execute your task thoroughly."
There's a resounding crack in his mind as he feels his resolve getting weaker. His erection is screaming at him for attention and he's almost tempted to punch himself in the balls.
And so he breathes in and out deeply, moving to lather soap across her marvelous buttocks. He wills himself to be as thorough as possible and, thank Celestia, she doesn't comment or smack him away.
"Thank you, Ajax," she says, "now for the front."
He gulps down a fist-sized lump in his throat.
She clicks her tongue, but her tone is one of amusement. "I'm waiting."
He steels himself and draws closer, taking a moment to try and tuck his cock between his legs to avoid poking her with it. The hand holding the bath puff reaches around her body to start gingerly washing at her collarbone and shoulders.
She watches as his hand begins to move down her chest. "Remember. Be thorough."
Ah, fuck.
She's enjoying this, isn't she? His self-control is teetering on the edge of collapse, and she's doing all she can to tease him. Would she care if he got closer? If he touched her more liberally? If he gave in, even just a little bit?
Ajax closes the distance between them and presses his toned torso against her back as his free hand settles on her shoulder. The hand washing her ventures down her chest and the valley of her breasts, then comes up to circle under each generous mound of flesh. His Queen allows him and chuckles - in fact, she even leans back against him, and from his peripheral vision he can spot the smirk on her lips.
Seems like she's enjoying this immensely .
The man has to will himself to concentrate when he soaps up her breasts and she releases a contented sigh. The hand on her shoulder twitches. He so badly wants to pull her flush against his whole body, to fondle her marvelous breasts and worship her, to sing praises into her ear.
But he restrains himself, even as he ventures down over her abdomen and hips. There is a moment's hesitation when he draws closer to her pelvis, and he almost chokes on his own spit when the Tsaritsa guides his hand between her legs with a pleased hum. At least he's avoiding direct contact with her privates thanks to the bath puff.
Mercifully, the moment doesn't last, and she gently pulls his hands away from her as she rinses off the foamy soap from her body. Ajax steps back and turns slightly to the side, one hand settling over his rapidly thumping heart. His pulse is painfully loud in his ears and he swears he's getting dizzy from all of his blood rushing to his groin.
"Alright," her voice interrupts his thoughts again, "your turn."
Oh, gods. Ajax shuffles around her as they switch places again and is extra careful in keeping himself covered. She plucks the bath puff from him, pours a new helping of body wash on it, and wastes no time in lathering it across his upper back. Ajax closes his eyes and tries to will his erection into dying down, because if she's washing him, then there is no way she won't discover his predicament.
The Tsaritsa takes her sweet time in washing the expanse of his muscular back and Ajax can feel her gaze boring through him. She washes him with long, languid strokes, her free hand set so softly on his waist, and he knows she's standing dangerously close to him. He jolts when she washes his rear and she laughs.
"My, are you not used to being touched there?" She teases with a musical lilt to her tone. "A shame."
There are so many ways he could interpret that last bit and he has no idea how to deal with it - how to deal with this… entire situation. "Your Majesty, uh… Surely all of this is below you?" He asks tentatively, failing to hide the slight quiver in his voice.
She slows to a stop and pauses. Great, Ajax thinks, did I just offend her? Ugh. Way to go, self.
"Ajax," she starts, her voice coming out so quietly that the sound of the shower nearly drowns it out. "Don't think of me as the Tsaritsa right now. Right now, I am neither your queen or the Cryo Archon."
Ajax's eyebrows raise as he glances over his shoulder at her, but she doesn't meet his gaze. He wants to ask, but the words fail him.
"Right now, I'm just a woman." She stares into space, and Ajax recognizes that look. That melancholia, that longing, wistful gaze. He's seen it before - only a few times and only very briefly, but it is that gaze that has first drawn him to her.
The gaze of one who has lost much. Of one who has had to endure solitude. Of one who has had to steel her resolve for the future, all at the cost of her own happiness.
His own voice is soft when he speaks. "Then what should I call you?"
Finally, she looks up, eyes wide with surprise. The cool cyan of her irises look less like ice and more like the morning sky. Her gaze softens, then, and her lips curve into a gentle smile.
"Sitri."
"Sitri…" He echoes thoughtfully. He nods to himself; the name rolls off his tongue smoothly and settles into his mind comfortably. He gives her a smile. "What a beautiful name."
Almost immediately, the Tsaritsa - Sitri - hides her face against the back of his shoulder, arms wrapping around his torso. Ajax staggers very slightly at the unexpected movement.
"Are… are you okay?" He asks tentatively, unable to see her face from his angle.
He feels her sigh against his back, and her breath is delightfully cool against his warm skin. Her hands roam up to his chest as she begins to wash him again. Ajax stiffens; there's no way he's going to be able to hide it anymore, especially not with the way her slender fingers roam across his muscles. The hand with the bath puff gradually ventures lower, and the other lingers over his pectoral.
Even under the hot water of the shower, a sudden cold sensation blooms over his nipple, and Ajax hisses through his teeth with a jolt. "Your-- S-Sitri!" He barely manages to correct himself as his mouth falls open to gasp for air.
Sitri chuckles and presses her lips to the back of his shoulder. "You're very handsome, Ajax," she coos as her soapy hand slides its way past his navel. "So loyal. So earnest." She peers over his shoulder to gauge his reaction. A satisfied smirk spreads across her lips when she sees how red his cheeks are. "So good to me."
Her fingertip languidly trails down his torso, leaving icy blooms across his skin that quickly melt away under the water. Ajax gasps at the sharp contrast of temperatures; it's … actually not painful, or even unpleasant. In fact, he finds himself enjoying it - and his cock does, as well. He swallows thickly but does nothing to resist.
His voice comes out as a strangled groan when she discards the bath puff in favor of wrapping her smooth hand around his cock.
She tilts her head and smiles at him. "Do I have your permission to continue, Ajax ?"
Gods. The way she says his name is so intoxicating. Her voice is low and rich like midnight velvet, and just as smooth. Pleasure bolts down into his groin and his cock twitches in her hand.
Ajax has to lean a hand against the wall of the shower to steady himself. He's so light-headed, he doesn't know whether he'll faint or cum first. Sitri taps her fingertips against him to bring him back to reality with another jolt.
You know what? Fuck it. She's here and wants to do this, and who is he to deny his Queen?
Ajax nods hurriedly. "Y-yeah," he rasps, "you… have my permission."
" Good. " Her grip around him steadies as she begins stroking his length up and down. Ajax bites back a groan as her thumb flicks the sensitive tip. Sitri chuckles against the side of his neck. "How long have you been this hard for, Ajax?"
He's at her mercy. Her cool hand feels so fucking good around his throbbing cock; her skin is so smooth, her grip is pleasantly firm, and she's stroking him the exact way he likes it. How does she know? Ajax swallows, finding himself unable to conceal the truth from her. "Since… since - ah - you offered to wash me," he admits.
She hums and he can feel her smirk against his heated flesh. "You poor thing. You've been so patient ," she coos, tracing chilly circles around the hard planes of his abdomen. "Don't worry. I'll help you."
Ajax closes his eyes, his head tilting back with a groan as Sitri strokes him faster, harder. The contrast of her cool palm and the hot water is exhilarating in a way he hadn't expected. Fuck, he's never going to be able to get off normally again, is he? She twists her grip around the head of his cock and he bucks up into her hand. "F-fuck, Sitri…"
Sitri laughs huskily as her rhythm slows, drawing a plaintive grunt from Ajax. "Ahah… The way you said my name just now, Ajax…" She stands on her tiptoes to whisper hotly in his ear, digging her nails into his abdomen and giving the base of his cock a hard squeeze. "It really does things to me." She takes his earlobe between her lips and nips at it.
Fuck. His insides are burning with the desire to cum, and if it weren't for her vice grip around his base then he probably would have just now. He's so hard it almost hurts. His breaths come out ragged and his head is spinning, his mind clouded by endless swirls of lustful thoughts and his baser instincts of wanting to plunge himself into her.
She releases his earlobe and licks a stripe up the shell of his ear before withdrawing. "You want to cum, don't you?"
Ajax whines and nods fervently. "Please, Sitri," he rasps, "I want-- I need to cum. Please."
Her hand stills as she regards him with arched eyebrows. Then, she giggles. Giggles . "Well… And here I thought I would have to make you beg," she muses out loud. "Consider me pleasantly surprised. And, since you asked so nicely…"
He throws his head back with a loud groan as her hand resumes its stroking of his shaft, slowly at first, and then quickly graduating to a faster, harder pace. She pumps him like there's no tomorrow, squeezing and twisting at all the right places. Ajax's other hand leans against the wall as he bows his head between his hunched shoulders. His breathing is erratic and he feels his balls tightening, his cock thickening and twitching in her hand. "S-Sitri… Fuck, Sitri, I'm gonna--"
Once again, her breathy voice is in his ear. "Cum for me, Ajax."
His vision goes white. The heat rushes through him and expels through his cock in several searing spurts as she continues to stroke him through his orgasm. His groan is long and stutters at the tail end of it; his hands seek purchase against the smooth walls of the shower, resulting only in his fingertips turning white as they press into the surface.
The high ebbs away as his vision gradually focuses on Sitri's hand slowly, gently stroking his softening cock. All the soap on him has washed away by now, and presumably, so has his released seed.
Sitri hums and finally releases him, opting to instead rub his shoulders. He sighs in contentment. He's so drowsy now; all the tension from his muscles has washed away with his release. If he goes to bed now, then he's sure he's going to go right to sleep.
She guides him to sit on the shower's built-in seat and he allows it, eyelids fluttering closed as he leans his head back against the wall. Sitri recovers the previously discarded bath puff and finishes washing his front and his legs, grabbing the shower head to rinse him off before setting it back.
Cool, slender fingers trace his jawline to direct his attention back to her. He looks up at her through half-lidded eyes, somewhat bleary in the afterglow of his orgasm. Sitri smiles in response - a sight that is already so rare and breathtaking to begin with that is now just so fucking marvelous to witness in Ajax's state of blissful fatigue and adoration.
"Have you had enough, Ajax?" She asks with a glint of mischief in her eyes.
It takes him a few more moments to clear his head and his throat both. "Of you? Never."
Sitri regards him with a pleasantly surprised look. "How sweet of you," she hums, threading her fingers through his wet copper locks. "Then… I hope you won't be opposed to taking care of me ?"
Ajax's vision comes back into focus as Sitri straddles him, and instinctively he wraps an arm around her waist to support her. She guides his free hand to her face and, without breaking eye contact, she licks up his middle and ring fingers before taking them into her mouth and sucking on them. Despite having climaxed just a few minutes ago, Ajax already feels his loins stir anew.
Sitri pulls his fingers out of her mouth with a pleased, suggestive sigh before she guides his hand down to her breast, allowing him to caress her before pushing his hand further down her body at an excruciatingly slow pace. Finally, she brings him to his destination right between her legs.
Ajax gulps. As his fingers stroke her folds, he discovers how incredibly wet she is - and it's not because of the shower water. The consistency is a little different. Of course, he’s familiar with this, given his past escapades with some lovely young ladies.
But despite being given permission to simply treat her as a woman, he’s facing the reality that he’s now touching his Queen, who he has admired his whole life, in her most intimate of places - and she seems pleased by it. It’s intimidating… but that also means that he’s determined to outdo himself, to show her that her trust in him isn’t misplaced. He wants to convey just how much she - and everything she stands for - means to him.
He’s going to love the Tsaritsa until she cries his name.
And so he takes the initiative. His fingers part her folds and circle around her entrance once, twice, before he pushes them in, all while his lips clamp down on her slender neck. Sitri's breath hitches slightly in surprise at his sudden fervor, but this only causes her smile to widen. Her hands settle on his shoulders for support as he kisses and sucks on her pale flesh. His fingers sink into her down to the last knuckle, eliciting another gasp from her.
The woman purrs in delight as his fingers push in and out of her, then curl inside to prod at the spongy flesh a few inches in. "Ah…" She bites her lip and her hips jerk up at the sensation. "Good… Good." The shift in her voice sets Ajax's core ablaze. Simply hearing her praise has him back at full mast, and this doesn't escape Sitri's notice. How could it, when it's poking her in the leg? She gently pries his face away from her neck, meeting lust-glazed eyes with her own. "You've been wonderful, Ajax. So… I will reward you."
Pulling his fingers out of her cunt, Sitri then aligns herself with his erection. A shiver runs down his spine as his head meets her wet entrance; he spares it just a glance before looking back at her, his jaw setting as he steels his resolve. Yes, he's flushed up to his ears and down to his chest, and hard as fucking stone, but his gaze on Sitri is focused and intense.
Sitri even pauses at the sight. "... What is it?"
Without missing a beat, he opens his mouth. "I want to burn your expression into my memory."
She catches the affection in his gaze and his tone as he gently guides her down his length.
Sitri releases another gasp as she sinks on him, and Ajax has to bite his lip to concentrate on her expression as her warmth envelops him. Her eyes go wide and her mouth falls open, her voice caught in her throat until he's fully inside her. Her eyelids then flutter as surprise gives way to pleasure. Ajax finally releases a breath he didn't realize he had been holding; she's tight in just the right way, as though she was made for him. Her body temperature is a paradox of hot and cold; it's sort of a tingling sensation and he can't wait to see how it feels when they get moving.
Ajax keeps his gaze locked on hers as his ragged breaths escape his lips. Sitri regards him with interest for a few moments longer before she finally smirks and lifts her hips.
His large hands settle on her hips to aid her, and she appreciatively puts one of her own on his. The other curls around the back of his neck and fingers his damp copper locks. Without breaking their gaze, Ajax helps Sitri as she sets a pace to bounce on him.
The mixture of warmth and cold is as mind-boggling as it is addictive. It isn't long before the drag of his cock against her velvet walls has Ajax groaning in pleasure. The tingling sensation is amplified a hundredfold, zapping his nerves from his pelvis up to his brain and down again. The fire in his belly roars back to life, further fuelled by the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin with every up-and-down motion of Sitri's hips.
Her own breathing intensifies a notch with the effort of her movements and the sensations coursing through her body. Ajax drinks deep in the sight of her, her perfect body rocking against his, the bounce and sway of her breasts, the parting of her lips as his cock finds her sensitive spots deep inside her--
The way her eyes glaze over with affection and lust, with a hunger that hasn't been sated in far too long; the way her porcelain skin flushes at her extremities as their joining warms her up inside; the way she momentarily falters in her pace and keens his name--
He shifts in his seat and makes his grip on her hips more firm. Planting his feet squarely on the ground and leaning his back against the wall, he tilts the angle of their bodies so that Sitri leans over him. Before she has a chance to say anything, he begins to rock his hips up into hers to meet her halfway.
The woman releases a high-pitched gasp followed by an elongated moan as she rests against his chest. "Ah! Mmn, good … Keep going," she praises, kneading her fingers into his flesh appreciatively.
Ajax grunts. She just keeps finding ways to turn him on even more. He eagerly thrusts up into her cunt, chasing that addictive tingle of conflicting temperatures, and every time he gets particularly deep he is rewarded with his beloved's adorable moans.
Despite the earlier washing, she still smells minty and cool, and the press of her cold lips against his neck is intoxicating. Every time their hips meet with a lewd slapping sound, he gets drunker and drunker on her, on her scent, her body, her presence, her love - and if this is a dream then he doesn't want to wake up.
" Hah - Ajax- You're so good," she purrs between ragged breaths, "It feels so full - ah - inside of me…"
"Ngh- Sitri…" He grunts, feeling his pace growing more erratic, "Fuck, you feel incredible- I wanna- make you feel good--"
"You are," she gasps as he hits her sweet spot again. Her hands cup his cheeks, albeit shakily with the mounting pleasure coursing through her. "You're so good, so good- hahn!- Ajax… " She bites down on her lip and grinds her hips down on his cock. "Mmn, yes…!"
Ajax curses. His balls feel tight. The coil in his belly is ready to snap at any moment. He can't lose his focus now - not when his Queen is enjoying their embrace so much.
He cannot disappoint her. He will not.
"Ajax," she pants, leaning her forehead against his. "Are you close? Do you- ah - want to cum inside me?"
He's going insane. "Your Majesty-- Sitri," he corrects himself, his throat almost too tight and parched to respond, "Whatever you wish for--"
"Please!" She pleads him with watering eyes. "Make me full - make me yours !"
"Sitri…!"
With a final hard slam of their hips, Ajax stills as Sitri's walls convulse around his cock. He spills into her, crying out his release in the form of her name. Sitri's own voice gets caught in her throat as she rides out her high, only coming out again when she comes back down and needs to catch her breath.
Ajax slumps back in his seat, his intense orgasm leaving him feeling boneless and spent. He’s so dazed he doesn’t fully notice when Sitri slips off of his softening cock with one last little moan. She cards her fingers through his hair and sighs in contentment; Ajax tries to make eye contact, but his vision is still white and blurry. He can hardly make out the outline of her cyan eyes as she smiles down at him.
She says something, but her words are muffled as his ears begin to ring.
The last thing he registers before blacking out is her lips on his.
Ajax groans as he comes to. His body feels hot and heavy, and he’s in that weird state in between feeling refreshed and feeling like hell.
When he finally manages to pry his eyelids open, he spots the colors of early dawn seeping in through the window. Craning his neck around reveals that he’s in his room and in bed. He realizes he’s covered in sweat, and a slight shift of his hips brings another uncomfortable feeling to his notice.
Swiftly pulling the covers off of him, he looks down at the sticky wet spot on the front of his pants.
“... Fuck.”
Ajax slaps both of his palms over his face and falls back onto his mattress in defeat, not realizing that his clothes are different from the ones he put in the hamper in his dreams.
Sitting upon that lonely throne of ice, the Tsaritsa slowly opens her eyes.
With no one around to witness it, a smile slowly tugs at her lips. Leaning her chin in her palm, she sighs a sigh akin to that of a maiden in love, and repeats the last words she spoke to him.
“Sweet dreams, Ajax.”