The world spins around me as two servants guide us down the castle corridor, their hands firm on my arms. I’m pretty sure the floor is tilting at a forty-five-degree angle, but that might just be the seven goblets of that golden liquid I shouldn’t have finished.
“Don’t touch my boyfriend,” Brooke slurs, her voice sharp despite the alcohol. She stumbles forward, wrapping her arm around my waist and pulling me away from the servants. “I’ve got him.”
The women exchange glances but step back, bowing slightly before continuing to lead the way. Brooke’s grip tightens around me, her body warm against mine as we navigate the winding hallways. Her breath is hot against my neck, carrying the sweet scent of whatever that magical booze was.
“Thanks,” I mumble, leaning into her strength.
She laughs, the sound echoing off the stone walls. “You’re such a lightweight, Chris.”
We reach our suite, and the servants open the massive wooden door before bowing and retreating. Brooke practically drags me inside, kicking the door shut behind us with her foot. The room spins as she guides me toward the bed, her hands roaming over my body in a way that makes my head swim with excitement.
“Baby,” she whispers, her voice dropping to that husky tone that always makes my heart race. “It’s been way too long since we’ve had sex.”
I blink at her, trying to focus my vision. “It’s been like 36 hours at best.”
She pushes me down onto the bed, the soft mattress giving way beneath me. “Wayyy too long,” she insists, her fingers already working at the fastenings of her ceremonial robes. The fabric slides from her shoulders, pooling around her feet in a shimmering heap.
My mouth goes dry as she stands before me, gloriously naked in the moonlight streaming through the windows. Her athletic body is a masterpiece of curves and muscle, her skin glowing like polished marble. I fumble with my own robes, my alcohol-slowed fingers struggling with the intricate clasps.
“Let me help,” she murmurs, climbing onto the bed beside me. Her hands join mine, working quickly to remove the layers of ceremonial clothing. The cool air hits my skin as she pulls the final piece away, leaving me completely exposed.
I can’t help the way my body responds to her naked form, my cock hardening painfully as I stare at her perfect body. The moonlight catches the curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts, the strength in her shoulders. She’s beautiful in a way that transcends worlds, and the knowledge that she’s mine makes my chest ache with emotion.
“Like what you see?” she asks, her voice teasing as she straddles my hips.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire. My hands find her stomach, tracing the defined lines of her abs with reverent fingers. The alcohol makes everything feel more intense, more immediate, as I explore the familiar terrain of her body.
“You just love those, don’t you?” she asks, her voice husky as she watches my hands move across her skin.
I nod, unable to form words as I stare up at her. She’s so beautiful it hurts sometimes, especially now with the moonlight casting her in silver. I pull her down toward me, capturing her lips in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly deepens. Her tongue slides against mine, and I lose myself in the taste of her, the feel of her weight pressing me into the mattress.
Her hand finds my cock, wrapping around it with a confidence that makes me groan against her mouth. As she strokes me, something strange happens. A warm sensation blooms just above where her hand touches me, and I feel a slight tingling on my skin.
I break the kiss, looking down to see a glowing blue mark appearing on my pelvis, right above my cock. It looks like an upside-down heart, pulsing with soft blue light.
“What the fuck?” I slur, my alcohol-fogged brain struggling to process this new development.
Brooke pulls back slightly, her eyes widening as she takes in the mark. “That’s the spell, probably? The birth control one Morgana cast?”
“Ohhhh...” I say, understanding dawning slowly through the haze. “That makes sense.”
She smiles down at me, her eyes dark with desire. Without another word, she positions herself above me and slowly sinks down onto my cock. We both moan in unison as she takes me fully inside her, the wet heat of her enveloping me completely.
But something’s wrong. Brooke’s movements become slower, her eyelids growing heavy as she rocks against me. She manages a few lazy up and down motions, her rhythm faltering with each thrust.
“Baby?” I whisper, concerned.
Her eyes flutter closed, and she slumps forward, collapsing onto my chest. A soft snore escapes her lips.
“Aww damn...” I mutter, staring up at the ceiling as her weight presses me into the mattress. The blue mark on my pelvis continues to glow softly, a constant reminder of Morgana’s spell.
I lie there for a moment, my mind swimming with alcohol and arousal. Part of me wonders if I should just... keep going? But even through this drunken haze, I know I’d never do that to Brooke. She’s completely out, her breathing deep and even against my chest. I love her too much to take advantage like that.
With a gentle sigh, I shift my weight, and Brooke rolls off me of her own accord, flopping onto her back beside me. Her blonde hair fans out across the pillow, her lips slightly parted as she breathes. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful in the moonlight, that I can’t help but smile. Even passed out drunk, she’s the most adorable person I’ve ever seen.
My cock is still painfully hard. I glance down at myself, then at Brooke’s sleeping form. Maybe I should just take care of this myself? It wouldn’t take long, and then I could sleep properly.
I’m just about to reach down when Brooke stirs. Without opening her eyes, she mumbles something incoherent and throws her arm across my chest, pulling me against her with unsurprising strength. Her body is warm against mine, her skin soft where it touches me.
I freeze, then relax into her embrace. The warmth of her body, the steady rhythm of her breathing, it’s all so comforting that my arousal begins to fade, replaced by a deep contentment. I wrap my arm around her, pulling the blanket over us both.
“Sweet dreams, Brooke,” I whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Her only response is a soft sigh as she nuzzles closer to me. I close my eyes, letting the alcohol and exhaustion pull me under.