CH 28 : Breakfast for Three

Emilia woke to the warmth of Alistair's embrace, his arms wrapped around her protectively as the early morning light filtered through the curtains. She blinked, feeling the peaceful rise and fall of his chest against her back. For a moment, she allowed herself to savor the comfort of his closeness, her mind drifting to the events of the previous day.

He had postponed important meetings, spent hours just being with her, and even surprised her with that romantic dinner, all while shouldering the weight of his responsibilities. The realization of how much Alistair had sacrificed for Emilia left her heart feeling full.

Her thoughts shifted, and a new resolve took root. She wanted to repay him, to show him how much she appreciated everything he'd done. Slowly, carefully, she turned in his arms, trying not to wake him just yet. His face was peaceful, the usual tension gone from his features as he slept.

With a soft smile, Emilia leaned in, pressing her lips gently to his. The warmth of her kiss stirred him from his slumber, and as she deepened it, her hand began to trail down his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath her fingers.

"Mm… good morning," Alistair murmured, his voice still thick with sleep as his eyes fluttered open. He seemed momentarily surprised by her affection, but his surprise quickly turned to a pleased smirk as her hand traveled lower, grazing his lower abdomen.

"Good morning," Emilia whispered against his lips, her breath hot and teasing. Her hand slipped under the sheets, and she wrapped her fingers gently around his cock, which was already beginning to harden from her touch. She stroked him slowly, deliberately, watching his reaction.

He let out a low groan, his eyes darkening with desire as he shifted slightly to face her fully. "What are you doing?" he asked, though there was a playful edge to his voice.

"Repaying you," Emilia whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "For everything you did for me yesterday. I know how much you gave up… I want to do something for you." Her hand tightened around his cock, stroking him more firmly now.

Alistair's breath hitched, and he let out a deeper groan, his body reacting to her every movement. He reached up, cradling her face in his hand, his thumb brushing across her cheek as he pulled her in for a hungry kiss. "You don't have to repay me for that," he murmured against her lips. "I did it because I wanted to."

"I know," Emilia replied, her voice soft but insistent as her hand continued its slow, teasing rhythm. "But let me."

The tension between them grew as she stroked him, her hand moving with increasing pressure and speed. His body responded in kind, hips shifting as he fought to control himself. The pleasure began to overwhelm him, and his hand moved to grip her thigh, his touch firm but reverent.

"Gods," Alistair groaned, his voice strained as the sensation built within him. "You're going to make me…"

Emilia smiled, her movements becoming more purposeful as she felt him nearing his edge. "Then let go," she whispered, her lips hovering just above his, her eyes locked on his.

With one final stroke, she felt his release, his body trembling as he spilled into her hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Alistair's grip on her thigh tightened, and he groaned her name as his climax overtook him. She could feel the tension drain from his body, his eyes half-closed as he rode the waves of pleasure she had given him.

For a moment, the room was silent, save for their heavy breathing. Alistair's eyes slowly opened, and he looked at her with a mixture of amusement and tenderness.

"You really didn't have to do that," he said, his voice still rough from the pleasure.

Emilia leaned down, kissing him softly. "I know. But I wanted to. You've done so much for me."

He smiled, pulling her closer until their foreheads touched. "I don't need repayment," he whispered. "Just having you is enough."

They lay there in comfortable silence, the connection between them deepening as they basked in the afterglow of their intimacy.

After a few moments of peaceful silence, Alistair broke it with a teasing grin, his voice low and full of mischief. "Can you do it one more time?"

Emilia blinked, caught off guard by his request. She smiled playfully, "Again? Are you insatiable?" she teased, but there was no real hesitation in her voice. She leaned in, ready to oblige, but Alistair gently caught her wrist, his eyes darkening with desire.

"This time," he said, his voice husky and full of intent, "I want you to feel the same." He brushed his thumb across her lips, his gaze heated.

Emilia raised a brow in confusion, not fully understanding his words at first, until he added, "I want to taste you, while you… enjoy me." His words were deliberate, and the meaning hit her like a wave.

Realization dawned on her, and she felt her cheeks flush with heat. She knew exactly what he was asking for. Slowly, a smile tugged at her lips, a mix of anticipation and desire filling her. Without saying a word, she shifted her position, straddling his body and carefully positioning herself over his face, her folds hovering just above his mouth.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she lowered herself slightly, giving Alistair full access to her most intimate place. His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her down until his mouth met her sensitive flesh, and the moment his tongue touched her, she gasped softly.

Meanwhile, Emilia leaned forward, her hands tracing along his abdomen until they reached his stiffened cock. She began to tease him, her fingers lightly tracing from the base to the tip, before her tongue flicked over his scrotum, tasting him. Alistair groaned against her, the vibrations of his voice sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

Emilia continued to explore him with her mouth, her tongue tracing every inch of his length before focusing on the tip, where she playfully lapped up the beads of precum that had begun to form. Slowly, she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, savoring the feel of him filling her.

Alistair's response was immediate. He groaned against her folds, his hands tightening on her thighs as he began to devour her with renewed intensity. His tongue licked and circled her clit with expert precision, causing her to moan around his cock. The sensation of his mouth working on her while she pleasured him made her entire body tingle with excitement.

The man's focus on her was relentless, his tongue exploring every part of her, dipping inside her folds, then returning to her clit with a skilled rhythm. Emilia's body trembled as he sucked her swollen bud into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it rapidly until she couldn't hold back her gasps and moans.

"Ah… oh… you're… too good at this," The girl whispered breathlessly, her hips moving instinctively against his mouth, grinding down to feel more of him.

He responded by increasing the intensity, his mouth working her faster and deeper, as though determined to make her lose control. And she was close, so close. Her moans became louder, more desperate, her body unable to stop trembling as the tension inside her built higher and higher.

Alistair's hands kept her steady as he continued to lavish her with attention, his tongue flicking and swirling around her sensitive nub. Each stroke of his tongue sent her closer to the edge, and when he gave a deep, deliberate suck on her clit, it pushed her over.

Emilia's body tightened, her muscles tensing as her climax rushed through her. She cried out, her hands gripping Alistair's cock tightly as her release crashed over her. Her thighs trembled, and she couldn't help but buck against his face as waves of pleasure rolled through her.

But the man wasn't done. Even as her orgasm pulsed through her, he kept going, his tongue working her relentlessly, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he could.

"Oh gods, please… more… don't stop…" she whimpered, her voice shaky and breathless.

Alistair growled softly against her folds, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her. His mouth continued its relentless pace, alternating between teasing her entrance and sucking on her clit, driving her toward another peak. Emilia's body was already sensitive from her first climax, but the way he worked her so diligently made the pleasure surge back, stronger than before.

As the girl moaned around his cock, she took him deeper into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she tried to match the rhythm of his relentless ministrations. She could feel his cock twitching in her mouth, signaling how close he was to his own release, but she didn't let up, determined to bring him over the edge with her.

With one final, intense flick of his tongue, Alistair sent Emilia spiraling into another orgasm. She cried out, her body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure overwhelmed her, and in that same moment, the man groaned deeply. His cock pulsed in her mouth, and with a few more strokes, he came, filling her mouth with his release as she swallowed eagerly.

They both trembled together, their bodies still connected as they came down from their shared high. Alistair's hands gently massaged her thighs as he placed soft kisses against her sensitive skin, and Emilia collapsed forward, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to recover from the intensity of it all.

Slowly, the girl shifted, sliding off of Alistair and lying down beside him, her body still buzzing from the aftershocks of her pleasure. The man looked at her with a satisfied smile, his eyes full of warmth.

"That," he murmured, "was more than worth it."

Emilia chuckled softly, resting her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I think you repaid me ten times over," she teased, her voice still breathless.

Alistair wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "I'll always make sure you feel as good as you make me feel," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

***

At the breakfast table, the atmosphere was calm, though a subtle tension flickered in the air. Alistair, Emilia, and Prince Dorian sat together, enjoying the morning meal. Selene, who had just returned from her sick leave, stood nearby, her attention seemingly fixated on only one person.

Countess Evelyn, ever observant, caught the glances Selene directed toward the Crown Prince but remained silent, simply watching the dynamic unfold.

Alistair, noticing Selene's presence and her pale complexion, turned toward her. "Selene," he began, his tone gentle yet commanding, "how are you feeling today? I noticed you still look unwell."

Selene's face lit up at the attention. "I'm much better, Your Highness. Thank you for your concern," she replied, her voice soft but hopeful.

The man nodded, his gaze assessing her carefully. "I'll have my private doctor check on you later today, just to make sure you're fully recovered. No need to rush back into your duties."

At his words, Selene's eyes brightened even more, a slight flush coloring her cheeks. "That's too kind of you, Your Highness. I'll be honored."

While Selene basked in the attention Alistair was giving her, Emilia seemed completely unbothered. Instead, she was fully engaged in conversation with Prince Dorian, who sat beside her, their voices blending with the quiet clinks of silverware.

"So, about today's plan," The girl said, leaning closer to Dorian, her tone businesslike yet friendly. "I was thinking that we should prioritize choosing the flowers first. They're the centerpiece for a lot of the decorations."

Prince Dorian nodded, his attention fully on Emilia, his expression thoughtful. "I agree. The right flowers can set the entire mood for the celebration. The Queen appreciates simplicity, but we need to make sure everything is elegant and reflects the kingdom's heritage."

The girl smiled at his input, appreciating his sense of detail. "Exactly. I've been thinking about using more local flowers this time, ones that aren't overly lavish but still have meaning. Something symbolic like the wildflowers from the northern hills. What do you think?"

Prince Dorian leaned in slightly, intrigued. "That could work beautifully. It would show a deep connection to the land, especially since those flowers are native to the area where the Queen grew up. A combination of local blooms with a few carefully chosen exotic ones might give the perfect balance."

Emilia's eyes lit up as she nodded. "That's perfect. A reflection of the kingdom's growth and prosperity without being too extravagant."

As they spoke, Alistair glanced briefly at them, catching bits of their conversation. Though he was focused on Selene, he couldn't help but notice the ease with which Emilia and Dorian discussed their plans. A slight furrow appeared in his brow, but he quickly returned his attention to Selene.

"Make sure to rest properly, Selene," the man added, his voice gentle yet firm. "Your health is more important than anything else."

Selene blushed, clearly pleased by his concern. "Of course, Your Highness. Thank you for caring."

Meanwhile, Countess Evelyn watched the interactions unfold in front of her. Though she didn't comment, her sharp eyes moved from Selene to Emilia, noting the contrast in the attention Selene was giving Alistair and the indifference Emilia showed toward it. 

She noticed how Emilia remained focused on her duties and conversations with Prince Dorian, seemingly unaffected by Selene's behavior.

Prince Dorian smiled. "Exactly what I was thinking. I'm sure we'll find just the right one today."

Alistair, catching the warmth in Emilia's voice when speaking to Dorian, glanced toward them once more, a fleeting sense of curiosity in his eyes. "Do you need me to accompany you both today?"

Emilia shook her head with a smile. "No, it's all right. Prince Dorian and I can handle the details. You've got enough to take care of already."

Alistair nodded, a faint smile playing at his lips. "If you're sure."

With that, the conversation shifted back to Emilia and Prince Dorian, who began discussing other decoration options. Though Selene continued to steal glances at Alistair, her attempts to engage him further faded as the conversation around the Queen's birthday took over.

As the breakfast came to a close, Emilia was ready to begin her day, her mind set on making sure the Queen's celebration would be one to remember.

The morning passed in peaceful conversation, each person occupied in their own way, though subtle undercurrents of emotions swirled between the four of them.

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