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OMFG I BEEN WAITING AND FINALLY GETTING A PART 3🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽THIS IS SO GOOD😭

BUT NOT ENOUGH 3

#Genre: angst, fluff, smut (minors proceed with caution)

#Includes: Whoever you wish, no character descriptors.

#Description: Period piece. King ML x Maid FL

#WC: 3.9k

♛ Part 1 ♛ Part 2 ♛ Part 3 ♛ Part 4

King Isenad had already been here for a week now and you were still unsure of what to make of him. While he may have kept his distance this did not stop a pleasant shiver from running down your spine anytime he met your eyes or when you can feel them on you, and this further confused your indecisive mind. He was well mannered and treated you with the upmost respect – something that could not be said of other Kings that had visited the Kingdom in the previous weeks – as he made the effort to converse with you and not treat you like a throw away servant. It was rather a complete one-eighty from your very first interaction with him that continues to fluster you in the dark of the night. He had not made any further bold moves, but this did not mean he had kept his hands off of you either, subtle touches and brushes of his fingers against yours brought about the same reaction as the chamber incident and you were not opposed to them.

However, both of the Kings had spent most of the morning holed up in the Kings office discussing their potential alliance and by the look on King Isenads’ face as you ran into him on his way out, it did not look like it had gone too well. He stopped before you, face softening a fraction as he made out your form and hesitated slightly as he asked his question “Would you care to accompany me on my walk my lady?” You were unsure where this request had come from and deemed that his discussion with the King must have been worse than you thought for him to seek out your company but nevertheless a pleasant flutter infiltrated your stomach “It would be my pleasure your Highness”.

King Isenad led you to the gardens and you could not help the smile that lit your face, the gardens happened to be one of if not your favourite places out of the whole castle grounds, especially during the current season where various gorgeously delicate flowers bloomed. The gardens also held a pond with benches and swings littered across the land with weeping willows overhead that provided shade from the harsh early summer sun. “If there is one thing your kingdom has that bests mine it would be these gardens” he spoke, breaking the serene silence that had settled over you both. “Does your Kingdom not have gardens of their own your highness?” you asked while you gazed at his face, a face which was beautifully defined by the sun – high cheek bones, plump lips and eyes that could hold you in place with one glance. Even though he wore no smile or expression that displayed his contentment, this was the most peaceful you had seen him, and your heart felt lighter baring witness to this. “Not ones like these my lady” he glanced down at you, “then I guess even if you leave our Kingdom without an alliance, there will be something our Kingdom influenced on yours”. “I think it is less the gardens and more the company that has made these sights enjoyable” he speaks with a slight tilt in his voice and as you glance back up you understand why, there happens to be smirk in place of his usual flat expression. You refused to suppress your own grin as you replied “and I will not argue with that your highness”

°• ♔ •°

In the East wing of the castle the King and Queen remained in the office, discussing the situation that had just occurred moments before “He is incorrigible!” the King shouted. The Queen tried to soothe his temperament with gentle hands on his arms “I understand your frustration your highness, perhaps we should try again with a different approach. There must be something that can benefit the King through our alliance”, “the man cannot be reasoned with” the king huffed. “It is like he travelled all this way to rub in our faces that he does not require an alliance” the king continued, unaware of the Queens adverted gaze where she peered out of the large windows of the office and into the gardens below. “Well, it seems the King is in a much better mood compared to this morning” she muttered which caught his highnesses attention and he proceeded to follow her stare where it took a few moments for him to understand the situation he was witnessing.

He did not predict that you would voluntarily be keeping the King company and looking joyful in his presence when he assigned you to him and a heaviness fell onto his chest. “Yes, well I guess even the coldest of Kings require company regardless of stature” he commented while simultaneously trying and failing to shake of the envy that enveloped him. “I think it is rather sweet” the Queen smiled, oblivious to her husbands’ internal struggle, “I think the King holds affection for the lady” she dutifully observed and the green monster that was currently wrapping itself around the Kings body flared “He is a King, and she is merely a maid, it could not work” he attempted to put a rest to the current discussion but once again the Queen did not pick up on this cue “love does not care about status my dear” she wistfully sighed. “Love?! They have barely gotten to know the other, they are not in love” he retaliated. “That may be true, yet with the way his highness gazes at her it shall not be long”. Something dark and sinful was clawing at the Kings throat, beckoning to be released and this was enough for him to firmly put the conversation to rest before he said something he would surely regret “Let us discuss something other than my maids’ personal affairs” the bitter undertone he replied in did not escape her highnesses attention. Despite the conversation shifting to a more pleasant note, he could not remove the image of your smiling face from his mind and stop the bitter resentment from building.

°• ♔ •°

As the sun started to set and the sky became a blanket of reds and yellows, both you and the King agreed that you had been wondering the gardens for long enough and it would be ideal to head back inside before the night becomes colder. Despite you agreeing with his highness, you longed to spend more time in his company, desperate to get to know more about him and unravel all of his sharp layers that you know holds a soft centre. The King himself shares similar thoughts as you both slowly walk to his chamber, wracking his mind to find a solution that would result in him basking in your presence for longer. You were an enigma to the King, so beautifully mysterious as you caught his eyes immediately and while you were sweet and kind there also happened to be an edge to you, something that had caused you to forcibly strengthen and build protective walls around you that he so desperately would aim to scale. As you both came to a stop outside of his highnesses door your mind is once again drawn to your first encounter and the memory has you shakily breathing in and you are snapped out of your haze by his request “Would you mind preparing a bath”, you stare at him in confusion before you answer, “of course your highness” and obediently follow his request.

Once the steaming bath is ready in his highnesses chamber, you go to make your leave “everything is ready your highness, I shall call a servant to aid you” “there is no need” he brushes off your words. You once again stare in confusion “do you wish to bathe yourself your highness?”. He stares intently into your eyes for a few moments before they briefly flicker down to your lips and return “I think I would much prefer your assistance, is that okay with you my lady?”, it takes a moment for your brain to process the Kings words and once they do a blush rises to your cheeks as you stutter out your response “i-I don’t think that would be acceptable your highness”, “you are here to serve me are you not? There is nothing impure about my lady assisting me with my bath, unless of course you are thinking of impure thoughts...”. “of course not your highness! I shall assist you right away” you rush out as your cheeks burn a deeper shade and you can make out a deep chuckle through your embarrassment “Just when I thought my lady could not get any more endearing”.

°• ♔ •°

The lavender scent emitting from the bath aided in calming your beating heart and shaky hands. The bubbles you thankfully decided to add covered the king’s intimate region but left the top half of him exposed to the nippy air and your wondering eyes. A hard chest and toned arms were a welcomed sight and you attributed them to the many battles and wars he had won and yet there was not an imperfection that graced his smooth body from what you could see. “Am I distracting you from the task at hand?” the king lazily asked. You quickly proceeded to continue scrubbing his back that you had stopped washing “of course not your highness” you confidently replied yet the waver in your tone gave you away and he could not stop the twitch of his lips that so desperately wanted to quirk upwards, “do not fret, it is nothing to be ashamed of”. The smug sound of his voice irked you as you could tell he was taking pleasure in your discomfort and you wanted nothing more than to take him down a peg or two “I have no idea what you mean, what is there to be distracted by your highness?”, “oh?” The subtle raise of his eyebrow let’s you know he had not expected this response. “Is my lady familiar with such situations? Perhaps you have bathed the King before, yet your trembling fingers suggest otherwise”.

You gape at his suggestion and it takes you a few seconds to spit out your scandalised response “I will not dignify that accusation with a response and I was merely suggesting that you are nothing special to look at your highness” the smirk he sends you let’s you know that whatever happens next will not bode well “I see my lady is getting bolder and I will not lie by saying it does not excite me” he carefully took both your hands in his large one, removing the rag you were washing him with and discarding it before carefully positioning you in front of him “join me” and the request sounds oh so compelling before you remember who you are and your position “I couldn’t possibly your highness” “join me” he says firmer, his eyes not straying from yours for even a beat and you get drawn into them, wanting to comply to his every command regardless of the consequences and you are tired of fighting the feelings whirring inside of you so you give in.

You remove his grasp on your hands before standing, his sharp eyes following your every move as you slowly start to disrobe. Piece by piece your garments drop to the floor until you are standing bare before him, and it takes everything in you not to shy away from him assessing gaze as he drinks in your form. “So beautiful, I have been imagining this since the day I laid my eyes upon you” his voices breathlessly and he holds a hand out for you to take as you slip into the tub opposite him. The warm water deliciously encases you and does wanders for your tense muscles, “come here” it is not a request but rather a demand and you put up no fight to defy him. You slowly inch forward and allow him to turn you around in order for him to drag your back to become flush with his front where he wraps his arms around you, hesitantly kneading your bare flesh and his movements are a stark contrast to his confident words. He peppers gentle kisses on the expanse of your neck, leading a trail up to your jaw and cheek until it reaches the corners of your mouth. You tilt your head back with a sigh, letting it rest on his broad shoulder as he turns your face towards him with sure fingers “gorgeous” he whispers not wanting to break the tranquillity you both are submerged in.

He draws his face closer, brushing the tip of his nose against yours before making his way down to his true target where he tenderly slots his lips against yours. It is delicate and sweet, tentative and new but nonetheless it still manages to ignite you, a warm pool settles in your stomach and leaks out of you as he continues to move his lips against yours, brushing your bottom lip with his, tongue seeking access and when have you ever denied him. His tongue slips past your lips and enters the warm cavern of your mouth where your own tongue greets his, both muscles intertwine as if they had taken part in this dance many times before and fall into a rhythm like it was second nature. And despite your previous internal resistance, you knew that this is where you were meant to be because if you were not then the feeling of you both coming together would not feel so right. You both breathlessly part, he brushes your lip with his thumb succeeding in breaking the chain of saliva that still connected you both and his next words that are whispered against your lips does nothing to ease the pulsing in your core “I want you to let me worship you, let me show you how a real King fucks”

°• ♔ •°

The plush mattress gives in beneath you as you are lowered onto it, the combined weight of you and the King creating divots in the once even surface. Soft caresses from his agile hands has you shallowly panting and greedy for more but you would not dare voice these thoughts, afraid of breaking the intimacy created. His hands venture from your chest to stomach until they make their way down to your plush thighs, steadily parting them and exposing your most vulnerable area to his desperate eyes. He slots his body between the open space, lowering his face till it is level with yours where he proceeds to lay kisses on any skin he sees, leaving your lips for last. Bit by bit he works his way lower, stopping to pay special attention to your heaving chest where he lavishes your breasts with his dextrous tongue, he softly swirls the puffy peak before sucking on it gently, popping off with a gentle scrape of his teeth which has your back arching and whines escaping your throat. He kisses the valley of your breasts before making his way to your other nipple, paying it the same attention as its counterpart while simultaneously watching you from under the hood of his lashes, needing to know you are enjoying yourself and when your hand snakes its way up the nape of his neck and into his tousled hair, he lets his eyes close and enjoys the sensation of your pert nipple in his wet mouth.

Once he has shown your chest enough love, he continues his journey south that leads him to your mound. Once again, he parts your thighs that you had instinctively shut due to embarrassment “Do not shy away from me” he chastises, “I’m sorry your highness, it’s just…I’ve never done this before” you shyly admit and the genuine smile he casts your way eases the tightness in your chest “do not worry, I will take good care of you, I promise” and he seals his promise with a warm kiss on your thigh. His hands run up and down the expanse of your thighs, lowering his face until you can feel the gentle breath of him on your wet core, your desire freely running out of you. You yearn for more, more of him and his touches and you are no longer shy in showing your need when your arch up into his mouth, hands once again gripping his head as you try to lower him where you so desperately crave him, “is that what you want? my mouth on this beautiful cunt” ,“yes yes please your highness” you gasp, “then that is what you shall get”. The King wastes no time in delving in and devouring your needy cunt, his tongue makes quick work in exploring your every crevice and decides to settle on your throbbing bud. The alternation between harsh lashes and soft strokes has you trying to supress the screams that are clawing their way out of your throat, but the thought of everyone in the castle being made aware of your current affairs has you quickly snapping your lips together. However, once his highness starts sucking on your nub and glances up at you while groaning out his response “you taste as divine as you look”, you can no longer subdue the fire overtaking your body as you release your nectar into the Kings’ mouth, hips raising and mouth parting to moan out your gratitude.

“I can wait no longer; I must have you,” he rises to his knees, and only then do you get to fully admire his bare form, board shoulders and strong arms you noticed during his bath but as your gaze travels lower you bare witness to something that was once concealed. You do not make the effort to conceal your wondering eyes that are open in awe as you asses his manhood which stands tall and proud. It is deliciously thick with an angry red tip that leaks his own desire and has a vein that runs the course of his length that subtly bobs as you continue to stare “I see my lady is just as eager as I” he smirks proudly and for once you do not refute his statement but instead open your legs in invitation. His smirk falters as his eyes glaze over with desire and with a steady hand he draws his manhood to align with your opening, giving an experimental pump before he slowly starts inching his way inside of you. You wince at the initial entrance, taking deep breaths to help open yourself up to him as he stretches your once untouched womanhood with his thick girth. With soft hands he massages your hips while whispering praises into the open air “you are doing so well my love, taking me so well” and before you can reply with your own praises, his thighs make contact with yours, letting you know he is now fully sheathed inside of you.

You and the King both groan at the sensation and he cautiously pulls back, letting you feel every ridge of him before pushing back in and repeating this motion. Your pants and wanton moans fill the room around you as he steadily picks up his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin now joining the sounds you make as he drops his face into the crook of your neck, softly biting the skin there before easing the sting with a lap. “I could die a happy man if you allowed me to take this cunt every night and day” he groans into your ear, and you cannot stop the high-pitched whine that comes out of you at his improper words. You wrap your legs around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper and he does not disappoint, pulling back to harshly bury himself in you becomes his new rhythm and it is not long before you warn him of your oncoming release “I am close your highness, so close”, “do not hold back my lady, reward me with your sweet nectar” he pants as he picks up his pace and you do just that. With a silent scream you release around him, every fibre of your being vibrating with the strength of your pleasure and with a guttural groan he follows suit, pumping his own release inside of you. With shallow breaths he gently pulls out while collapsing beside you and pulling you on top of his glistening chest.

°• ♔ •°

You lose track of time as you lay above him, enjoying the feeling of his steadily rising chest and rough fingers as they make patterns on your bare back. You attempt to rise of him but are met with his strong arm as he pulls you back to his chest “stay” he whispers in the grove of your neck, and you would love nothing more, so you do. It is a few minutes before you hear his voice again and you did not expect the words that flowed from his lips “I would like for you to come with me”, the confusion on your face must have been easily read as he elaborates “back to my Kingdom in Isenad”, yet this does not clear up your puzzlement. “To work as your maid?” you asked unsurely, “do not insult me” he fired back, “then as what your highness?” “be mine” you reeled back in shock. “You are a king, and I am but a maid” you replied incredulously, “it does not matter to me” and the conviction is his tone has you desperately wanting to believe him, yet you cannot subject yourself to this once again, your heart still not fully mended. “What is the cause of your hesitance?” you pause, unsure whether you should confide in the King or not, while physical intimacy is one thing, emotional intimacy is another, and it is seemingly harder to give up. However, the King shocks you with his words “the King I presume?” and as you gaze up at him in bewilderment, he clarifies “I see the way he looks at you” with no resentment or envy in his tone or shown on his face, you ease back into his chest.

“It will not work, I have already experienced the pain of being thrown aside when duty calls, I will not submit myself to that again” you whisper. He takes his time to dwell on your words, gentle fingers still at work on your back as he replies “however, I do not need to rely on marrying foreign princesses to keep my kingdom strong” and you know that he does not lie when he says those words, the evidence being your Kings frustration in not being able to secure an alliance with King Isenad. He does not stop his reassuring words here; he continues to shower you in them “Know that you will always be safe with me. Your every wish is within my command, just say the word and it will be yours.” Fear settles within you as you start to believe the words that spew from his honeyed lips, and you want nothing more than to leave your life here at the palace behind and start anew with the King beneath you but instead you settle with “I…I will need time to think about your proposal” and like the gentleman he is, he does not push you “I understand.”

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