Finding Sophia 1: Forbidden Lust

His promise sends another wave of satisfaction through my body. I can’t help but smile; he’s not at all what I expected.

He’s even more wicked than I could ever hope for, and I can’t wait to play with him more.

I reach for his belt, desperate to feel him. To make him feel as good as he made me feel only moments ago.

“I may be your Queen,” I say as I undo the buckle of his belt and slowly drag down his zipper, “but I know when to bend the knee too.”

Looking up into his eyes, I can see a mischievous glint that flashes through them. I hold his gaze as I take his length into my hands.

I hold him at the base and work up and down in slow, but steady strokes.

Æmilius lets his head tilt back as he lets out a soft moan. I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth, relishing in his groans of pleasure.

His hands tangle in my hair as I work him with my tongue and lips.

“Fuck, Sophia,” he moans, “your mouth feels amazing.”

Feeling his hardness at the back of my throat only makes me want more. I can feel myself growing wet as I tease his cock with my tongue.

I love the feeling of his hand on the back of my head. He applies a slight pressure, making me take in more of him than I intended.

The humming of my moans causes him to spasm with pleasure, and I can feel him growing even harder in my mouth.

I bob my head up and down, making sure to take as much of him as I can. I want to feel all of him.

The thought of it makes me work his shaft with a reinvigorated enthusiasm.

The tension in his body builds, but I know we can’t go further, not here. The risk of discovery is too great, although that only seems to add to our excitement.

I don’t want to stop, but when Æmilius places his hand under my chin, I pull away from him and look up into his eyes.

“Wait,” he says. “I don’t want to come like this.”

I tilt my head to the side, confused.

“Is this not how you like it?” I ask.

“No, it’s not that. Your mouth feels like heaven,” he says, but pauses before he continues. “I just want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard.”

I feel the blood rush to my cheeks. I nod.

“That’s exactly what I want too.”

He smirks as I lift myself from my kneeling position.

“I had no idea our Queen was a whore,” he says, playfully.

“Oh, you have no idea,” I say as I grab his hand and lead him to the other end of the room.

I twist the sconce on the furthest end, stepping back as a bookshelf swings open, revealing a hidden hallway.

“What the…”

“I’m sure you heard rumors of hidden tunnels in the palace as a child,” I say. “I suppose I’m the one to show you that they are, in fact, real.”

I grab Æmilius’s hand and drag him forward, making sure to close the entryway behind us. My heart thuds wildly in my chest as I lead Æmilius through the tunnels towards my private chambers.

I am desperate to get there as soon as possible; my body craves his against mine.

The taste of him still lingers on my lips. I can feel his eyes on me, hungry and intense, and it only serves to heighten my desire.

As we move through the hidden passageways of the palace, we steal glances at each other, our eyes filled with raw lust and anticipation.

Finally, we reach the hidden entry to my chambers. I push against the door and sweep aside the tapestry that hides its existence.

Once inside my chambers, Æmilius wastes no time. He pushes me toward the bed, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss.

His hands explore my body once more, sliding down my curves and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I moan into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him closer.

Æmilius breaks the kiss, his lips moving to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nips that make me gasp. His hands find the zipper of my dress, pulling it down slowly, his fingers brushing against my exposed skin.

He tears the gown from my body, leaving me in nothing but my lingerie.

Æmilius takes a step back, his eyes raking over my body, ravishing me with just a look. I feel a thrill at his gaze, feeling more desired than I have in years.

The taboo nature of our tryst is not lost on either of us. In fact, we both revel in it. There is an underlying feeling of anger, hatred almost, that drives us forward. Our basest needs are the only desires we seek to quench.

Æmilius begins to undress, his eyes never leaving mine. I watch him, my breath hitching as he reveals his muscular body.

His youth and virility are on full display as he stands before me, completely naked. His muscles are taut as he moves slightly to give me a better look. Clearly, he loves to bask in my admiration. His penchant towards arrogance is not lost on me, but there is nothing more to do than admire his perfect body.

I can’t help but let my eyes flicker to his substantial length. I can’t hold myself back any longer; I have waited so long to feel the strength of a man inside me.

In the past, I would have wanted that man to be Alexandros, but now I want nothing more than to feel Æmilius inside of me.

I move towards Æmilius, my hands exploring his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath my fingers. I pull him towards the bed, and he sits down, his eyes never leaving mine.

I straddle him, my hands moving to his shoulders as I lower myself onto him.

I use my hand to guide him inside of me, gasping when I feel the tip of his cock entering me. We both groan at the contact, indulging in the slow movements we make.

The sensation of him filling me is overwhelming.

I begin to move, my hips rolling in a rhythm that makes Æmilius grip my hips tightly. His hands move to my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples, making me cry out.

I lean down, my lips finding his in a passionate kiss as I continue to move.

Æmilius breaks the kiss, his lips moving to my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin. I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders as I feel myself getting closer to the edge.

Æmilius’s hands move to my hips, guiding my movements as he thrusts up into me.

Suddenly, he stops. He grabs me in his arm and pulls me off. He swiftly repositions himself so that he is standing behind me while I am on my hands and knees on the bed.

I lock eyes with him as he grabs his cock and guides it into me.

He teases my folds before thrusting inside of me with great force. I can’t stop the sultry cry that escapes my lips. It feels so good.

Æmilius’ strong hands grip me at my sides, and he hooks his fingers under my hip bone in order to hold me tight against him. His body crashes into mine in a tantalizing rhythm, and I can feel myself tightening around him.

I push against him with all my strength, making grinding motions with my hips just to feel every inch of him that I can. He takes one hand off my hip and reaches for my hair.

It has come undone from its meticulously styled bun, but I no longer care.

He twists my hair and uses it to pull me back towards him as he continues to thrust into me. I feel how much he loves to dominate me, feel like he’s in control, and I give in.

I love the way he makes me feel, like he’s the one that’s in charge.

He keeps one hand wrapped in my hair and puts the other around my throat, applying the perfect amount of pressure. I don’t know how much longer I can stand this before I let myself go all over again.

Our movements become more frantic, our breaths coming in short gasps. I can feel the tension building, my body coiling tight.

With a final thrust, Æmilius sends me over the edge, my body shuddering with pleasure. Æmilius follows shortly after, his own release causing him to groan my name.

“Sophia,” he shudders.

We collapse onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I lie next to Æmilius, my body spent but my mind racing.

I know we can’t stay like this, but for now, I allow myself to enjoy the moment and bask in the afterglow of our passionate encounter.

My chest heaves as I catch my breath. Our clothes are piled on the floor of my chambers, and my hair is a mess. My body still tingles with pleasure, my skin flushed and warm. I glance over at Æmilius, who wears a satisfied smirk, his eyes never leaving my face.

As my breathing steadies, my mind begins to race. I consider the intensity of our connection, the raw passion we just shared.

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced with Alexandros. It’s been so long since I felt the power of a man like Æmilius.

I revel in the knowledge that I have finally found someone who can take care of my needs in the way that I deserve. Someone who is not afraid of a challenge and, most importantly, someone who Alexandros would not dare to harm.

I smile to myself. The forbidden nature of it all only makes me more exhilarated. I’m already looking forward to the next time Æmilius and I can meet under the cover of darkness.

I sit up abruptly and walk towards my dress that lies in a pile on the floor. I step into it and pull it on, smoothing out the wrinkles as best I can.

“Come here,” I demand, and Æmilius is on his feet, striding towards me. “Zip up my dress.”

He follows my order obediently. As he finishes, he leans into my neck and flicks his tongue once more in the sensitive space where the back of my ear meets my neck. I lean back into him, savoring the sensation.

“We should get back to the ball,” I say, making sure my voice betrays no emotion. I look in the mirror above my vanity table and work quickly to fix my hair into a more presentable style. I doubt anyone will notice its change, or even the fact that I’ve been missing for nearly an hour.

Æmilius nods, quickly fastening his pants and adjusting his shirt. “You’re right,” he agrees, his voice husky.

We help each other straighten out our appearances, our hands lingering a moment longer than necessary with each touch. As I fix his collar, Æmilius catches my hand and brings it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on my palm.

“That was incredible,” he murmurs, his honey-brown eyes intense as they stare into me.

I feel a flutter in my chest. “It was,” I admit, allowing myself a small smile.

With one last heated glance at each other, we slip out of the library. As we walk back towards the ballroom, the sounds of the party growing louder, I can feel the continued energy between us.

The secret of our encounter burns between us, and I know it will not be our last.