In the past, Isis would have been hanging around him throughout the whole banquet, playing with his hair or drawing pictures in the dirt. But all that had changed after Julius had been crowned Emperor. His council said that it was indecent for him to act that way as the most powerful political figure. Not that he cared about what others thought about him. He knew he had to portray a lively and picture-perfect king. Like his father did and his father before that and so on. But tonight, tonight was different. Tonight was all about him and his 24th birthday. Nobles from all around came and gathered in the great hall of the imperial palace to celebrate their king's birthday. He knew that no one would refuse his invitations, he just hoped that Isis would be in their usual spot in the gardens. Isis had always hidden away in the gardens during banquets, she never really liked socializing that much with anyone but Julius and her family. Once he was able to slip out unnoticed, he ventured towards where he presumed Isis would be. Low and behold she was. Her long blue dress reflected the moonlight like a crystal ball. Long light blue gloves and fake blue flowers braided into her long and curly black hair, her golden eyes were complemented by the paleness of her glass-like skin. Julius tip-toed up behind her and grabbed her waist, bringing her into a tight hug.
"I missed you so much Isis! Even though I haven't seen you in forever, I'm still your baby, aren't I?" Julius asked with his irresistible puppy dog eyes that could tame a lion. Isis looked back at him with a wide and toothy smile.
"Of course, your Majesty, even though you're not small enough to be a baby anymore." She replied. She of course was right, he towered over most nobles at a staggering six feet seven inches, but inside he really was just a softie.
"Hmph. So?" He retorted playfully, his hands moved downwards to feel the soft fabric of her dress and pulling her closer to his chest. He leaned down closer to her face, his breath tickling the nape of her neck as he whispered seductively, tracing slow and sensual circles on her exposed arms.
"You have grown into such a beautiful woman... So tempting..." He groaned seductively. Letting go finally, Julius stepped back slightly, still maintaining their intimacy through intense eye contact. With one swift motion, he grasped both sides of her upper thighs and lifted them up effortlessly, wrapping his strong arms against her legs. Lifting her off the ground, he carried her towards the nearest bench where he sat her down gently on the wooden seat, Julius followed suit and settled next to her with a satisfied grunt.
"Now then," he said grinning widely. "How about we catch up properly." Isis looked at him, confused by his actions.
"I-I could've walked over here myself..." She stuttered, a bit embarrassed by his boldness to touch her. "Don't be silly," Julius chuckled, placing one hand on hers affectionately. "I wanted to carry you over here because I wanted some alone time with you." He replied, leaning forward once again, he gently nibbled on her earlobe and whispered into her ear, causing goosebumps to rise on her neck.
"Besides, seeing those beautiful legs of yours swaying in the air was quite entertaining." He explained playfully, he paused for a moment, savoring the flustered reaction he had invoked out of Isis, her flushed cheeks were so red that the tips of her ears were pink with embarrassment. Reaching over behind him, he plucked a nearby flower and held it delicately between his finders, bringing it closer to her nose. "What do you think? Do you like this?" He asked with a seductive look on his face. Isis, still blushing, took the flower from his hand cautiously.
"Y-your Majesty, are you trying to court me?" She asked shyly. Not sure how to take his treatment "Hmm... Perhaps," Julius teased back, chuckling softly. "But only if you’re interested in becoming my queen." He winked playfully before reaching for another flower nearby. This time, he placed it behind her ear, allowing its petals to cascade downwards gracefully while keeping eye contact.
"Tell me, little miss," He continued, tracing slow circles on her hand with his index finger. "Have I been a good king?" He asked, his tone was serious yet tinged with a hint of mischief, challenging her to test him further. Isis looked at him for a second thinking. She was a bit startled by the serious question during their playful conversation, but decided to answer it nonetheless.
"Well yes, you've done wonders to help with the slums and poorer communities, building homeless shelters and orphanages for the abandoned children. Not only that but the nobles like how well you've been dealing with international affairs and trading. So, I'd say you’re an excellent king, your Majesty." She replied whole-heartedly, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Aww, aren't you a sweetheart." Julius complemented. leaning closer again and nibbling lightly on her earlobe once more.
"But remember, my dear friend," He whispered seductively into her ear, his warm breath tickling her sensitive skin. "There is always room for improvement." With that hint of tease, he reached down between their bodies and cupped her rear end gently but firmly, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting it go just as quickly. Reaching over his shoulder, Julius picked another flower from the nearby bush and brought it closer to examine it carefully. Placing it delicately beneath her chin, he admired how its delicate petals framed her beautiful features perfectly. Leaning in close again, he planted a soft kiss onto her lips – a silent promise of what awaits when they finally reclaim their private moment later on. Isis was stunned and not quite sure what had just transpired between them, and she was blushing madly. Julius leaned back, his eyes locked onto hers, waiting for her response with bated breath. His fingers traced slow circles on her arms, savoring the warmth radiating off of her. When she finally processed what had just happened, she blushed even harder, covering her face with her gloved hands, too embarrassed to look at him directly.
“Aww, come now,” Julius laughed softly, reaching out to caress here cheek gently. “Don’t hide away from me, my dear one.” He stood up and pulled her into a gentle hug, his strong arms wrapping around her tightly while allowing the remaining space between them to disappear entirely.
“We haven’t seen each other in ages… Don’t think I won’t take advantage of our reunion!” He exclaimed. Without warning, he carried her towards the nearest tree trunk, pressing her against it forcefully yet carefully. His lips locked onto hers passionately, his tongue demanded entry inside her mouth while his hands undid the ties on her dress. In moments, it pooled at her feet, leaving her standing before him naked except for her underwear. She was blushing heavily, trying to cover her exposed body with her still gloved hands. Julius took her hands into his and carefully removed her gloves as well.
“Stop resisting me, my love,” Julius groaned against her lips, his breath hot against hers. He reached between their bodies and undid her bra her bra clasps with ease before letting it fall to the floor. In one swift motion, he pulled down her underwear, letting it sink to the ground, revealing her to him fully. He stepped back slightly, admiring the sight of her standing there in all her naked glory – her small breasts though perfect in his eyes swayed freely, her nipples hardening with embarrassment and desire; her stomach partially toned from years of intense etiquette classes, her smooth thighs trembling ever so slightly from the chilly winds… It was intoxicating to him.
“You are mine.” He growled lowly, his eyes burning with lust and possession. Her expression was filled with a hint of unease and anticipation, her golden eyes sparkled like jewels in the moonlight.
“Shhhh… Don’t be frightened,” Julius assured her, his tone softening immediately. Reaching out again. Her caressed her cheek tenderly before trailing his fingers downwards towards her neck, stopping just short of brushing against her sensitive collarbone.
Taking advantage of this momentary distraction, he reached behind him to grab his jacket from off his back. Spreading it out on the ground below he led her naked form down towards the ground where his jacket was. Once seated side by side, he pulled her closer until her thighs were snuggly against his crotch. His erection twitched hungrily beneath his pants; the bulge rubbed against her exposed heat teasingly. Isis’s eyes widened in shock as she processed the situation.
“Yo-your Majesty!” She yelped, blushing harder than she ever had before.
“Quiet.” Julius admonished playfully, lifting his hand to silence her temporarily. He bit down lightly on her earlobe before releasing it with a satisfied groan.
“We’re alone here, no one can hear us I assure you.” With practiced ease he shifted positions subtly, causing his erect member to push against her entrance forcefully.
“Open up for me.” He commanded softly; his breath hot against her neck.
“Let me claim what’s rightfully mine…” He growled, undoing his belt and freeing his pulsing member from it’s confines. Isis groaned both in fear and anticipation for what was to come. He was her best friend, she knew that this was wrong, but it just felt so right.
“Here, lie down on top of me.” He ordered gruffly yet tenderly, easing them both behind a bush so no unwanted visitors could witness their intimate exchange. Following his instructions, she laid down onto his chest, her breasts pressing against his chest as his hardened erection rubbed against her sensitive folds. His arms enveloped her like a protective cocoon, cradling her body against his own. Their legs intertwined intimately grinding against each other in sync – slowly at first but gradually picking up their pace. Isis whimpered shyly, nervous about her best friend doing this in the palace gardens.
“It’s okay, my love.” Julius reassured her again, his rhythm slowing as he aimed himself towards the entrance of her tight channel. His fingers traced gentle circles on her back and shoulder blades, offering comfort as she adjusted to his tip.
“Just relax and enjoy this moment with me.” He said gently. He continued to ask permission for each thrust, waiting patiently until granted before pushing deeper inside of her. The warmth between them intensified rapidly, igniting a fire within both of them that burned brighter than any candlelit flame. Isis’s body hurt because of the foreign intrusion but she wasn’t entirely against it.
“Good girl,” Julius praised, increasing the pace of his thrusts even further. His hips slapped against her rhythmically as he pounded into her relentlessly. “Take it all… Every inch of me. Let me fill you up completely.” He moaned. His words were enough to send her over the edge, and soon enough, her entire body convulsed around him in pure ecstasy. A loud primal moan escaped her lips as wave after wave off pleasure washed over her. Meanwhile, Julius grounded his own satisfaction, feeling his orgasm building rapidly within himself. He found release moments later, spurting hot and sticky seed inside of her, filling her to the brim with him. Panting heavily, he buried his face in her hair, resting their foreheads together while they both caught their breaths. Finally, they lay still, hearts beating in sync – both physically and emotionally connected more deeply that before.
Isis was exhausted, her legs trembling with post orgasmic bliss as she tried to make sense of their newfound connection.
“That was… Amazing.” Julius managed to croak out between heavy breaths. Isis nodded as well moaning softly as Julius pulled out of her. Gently, he wrapped his jacket around her naked form and helping her sit up straight again, cleaning up the mess they had made before putting their clothes back on. As they dressed themselves, Julius couldn’t help but marvel at how perfect this moment had been – how real it felt despite their roles in life.
“I missed you so much, my dearest,” He whispered softly, cupping her face tenderly in his hands. “Now, let’s go find something less intimate to do together.” He whispered into her ear.
“Ye-yes, of course your Majesty.” She whispered back, her voice still shaky from their encounter.
“Then let’s go for a walk around the gardens,” Julius suggested, linking his arm with hers and leading her back onto solid ground. They strolled leisurely through the paths lined with fragrant flowers, occasionally stopping to admire certain blooms or birds singing sweetly in nearby trees. The two were talking casually with one another like they used to when they were younger.
“So, how have things been in your life?” Julius asked casually, his blue eyes wandering over the lavish estate they were walking towards.
“Any major issues or achievements worth reporting?” He knew full well she wouldn’t share anything sensitive unless explicitly asked, but he enjoyed hearing about her life outside of their shared moments together. Plus, asking showed he cared – something he hoped would assure her of his dedication to make sure everything at home ran smoothly despite his absences.
“Well, my younger brother had been officially declared the successor to the Winchester Dukedom.” Isis replied sweetly.
“That’s excellent news!” Julius exclaimed, his hand squeezing hers lightly in excitement.
“Your family truly deserves it – they’ve proven themselves worthy countless times.” He leaned closer, bushing his lips against hers briefly before pulling away with a cheeky grin.
“And what about you? Any potential suitors catching your eye?” His tone remained lighthearted, but there was an underlying hint of concern behind the teasing question. He knew how much pressure she must be under as a princess, constantly expected to marry into wealth and power. While he hated the thought of sharing her with someone else, he understood that responsibility came first. However, at the same time, part of him wanted nothing more than for her to choose him – to reject societal obligations and find solace in their shared passion.
“No, all the people my mother wants me to marry find me to be too defiant. What can I say, I like to do things myself.” She giggled, her curly black locks bouncing with each step they took down the flowered path.
“Defiance is a virtue, my sweet lass,” Julius grinned, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “Besides, you have me – no one else could ever compare.” He slowed down their pace slightly, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially into her ear.
“Maybe it’s time we start making plans for out future together… as husband and wife?” His words were laced with both lust and sincerity, his breath tickling the sensitive skin behind her ear as he spoke. Isis blushed, stuttering incoherently at his bold statement. She played with her hair nervously as she tried to come up with some sort of answer. This was her best friend, and now he wants to plan their married life together? It was almost too much for Isis to process all at once.
“Don’t be shy,” Julius chuckled, pulling away slightly to meet her golden eyes. “We both want this don’t we?” His hand brushed against hers suggestively, leaving trails of heat in its wake.
“Being together officially would mean less time apart and more intimate moments like these.” He waited patiently for her response; his gaze filled with hopeful anticipation.
“Well-uhm-I mean… I-I’d rather be married to someone like you than a greedy nobleman…” She admitted softly, her cheeks flushed a bright crimson color that extended up to the tips of her ears.
“Then it’s settled,” Julius declared triumphantly, lifting her hand to his lips for a passionate kiss.
“We shall announce our engagement tomorrow morning.” Isis opened her mouth but before she could reply a coachman came around the corner.
“Princess Winchester! Your mother has requested your presence at the family estate!” Yelled the coachman.
“I-I’m sorry, I have to go, I will definitely see you tomorrow!” she exclaimed apologetically.
“Of course, my love.” Julius replied regretfully, giving her a swift peck on the lips before letting go of her hand. Stepping aside elegantly, he watched as she climbed into the waiting carriage and its doors closed shit amidst a cloud of dust. As the coach rumbled away, leaving him alone in the empty garden, Julius’s expression shifted from disappointment to determination. He would not let distance of duty stand in their way anymore. Whatever it tool, he vowed to make this marriage happen – to ensure they spent every moment together for the rest of their lives.
After Isis had returned home, the reality of what she had agreed to hit her like a ton of bricks and ended up going to sleep earlier than normal to be rid of the embarrassing thoughts. As night fell and she eventually fell asleep, plagued by a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. She dreamt wildly about her future with Julius – their wedding, their honeymoon, the moment he would finally call his queen. But when morning came, reality hit harder than a heavy hammer. Her body ached from their passionate encounter last night, reminding her of what they had done. Her face blushed crimson as she got up and readied herself for the day to come.
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