“After Party” – Kenna x Diavolos (NSFW)

Summary: After a night of debauchery to celebrate Diavolos’s birthday, Kenna takes her husband upstairs for a private party.

Even through a haze of wine, Kenna could see that the banquet had devolved into full blown debauchery. The soldiers had powered through several casks of skullcracker ale and, save for Val, they all looked like they were going to be very sorry in the morning. But at that moment, Kenna wasn’t feeling very concerned about any of the soldiers and their imminent hangovers. She was dancing with Diavolos, her body pressed against his on the dance floor.

“Have I told you how incredible you look tonight?” Diavolos murmured in her ear. Kenna was about to respond when his toe caught on the floor and he stumbled a bit, nearly taking both of them down to the floor.

“Have you had a bit to drink tonight?” Kenna teased. Diavolos grinned and tightened his grip on her waist.

“I may have let Val talk me into a few glasses of skullcracker,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t change how amazing you look.”

“It’s your birthday, I had to look my best for you,” she replied. Diavolos leaned into her and kissed the curve of her neck, grazing her skin with his teeth.

“Would it be inappropriate for me to throw you down on the floor right here and ravage you?” he whispered.

“Yes, but not for the reason you’re thinking of,” she said, slightly pressing her hips against his as moved to the music. She leaned closed to his ear, lowering her voice so that only he could hear it. “I can’t let you ravage me until I’ve properly worshipped my king.”

Diavolos groaned slightly and bit at her neck again, harder this time.

“We need to leave,” he said. “Now.”

“Are you sure you’re ready to leave your birthday celebration?” Kenna asked with false innocence. “You can’t possibly leave your celebration so early.”

“There’s only one celebration I’m interested in,” he said, taking her by the hand as they left the hall. Ordinarily, the quick exit of the monarchs would have been far more noticeable, but most of the guests were too preoccupied with their own drinks and conquests.

They’d no sooner left the banquet hall and turned down an empty hallway when Diavolos suddenly pushed Kenna against a stone wall, his mouth capturing hers as he pressed his body against hers. She kissed him desperately in return, their tongues rich with the taste of wine and desire as she clasped the back of his neck, drawing him closer. Kenna felt Diavolos’s hands on her hips and she wrapped a leg around his waist. He caught her knee with one hand, the other one tugging at the ties on her corset until it was loose enough to slide his hand in against her breasts.

“Someone could see,” she managed to say between kisses that left her breathless and panting for more. Diavolos ground his hips against hers once more and she could feel how much he wanted her.

“Okay, let’s go,” he said, pulling away from her with considerable effort and taking her hand to lead her down the hallway, lacing his fingers between hers. They hurried through the castle until they reached their quarters, Diavolos slamming the bedroom door behind them. The room was warm from the fireplace and he reached for her, but Kenna put a hand against his chest to stop him.

“Hold on,” she said, pushing slightly so that he backed up closer towards their bed. “I promised to worship my king and that’s exactly what I intend to do.”

Kenna watched as Diavolos flexed his hands, knew that he ached to reach for her, but he stayed where he was.

“Undress and lie down on the bed,” she said. Eyes locked with hers, Diavolos showed surprising restraint and slowly removed his clothes. Kenna felt her breath catch under the intensity of his gaze, but she resisted the urge to rush to him. He lay back on the bed, propping himself up on the pillows. Holding his gaze, Kenna slowly slipped her dress off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and puddle around her feet. She stepped out of it, unlacing the rest of her corset and dropping it to her feet.

“Gods, Kenna,” Diavolos murmured, reaching to take his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it up and down as he watched his wife remove the last of her undergarments. Kenna climbed up on the bed, her movements slow and feline as she crawled towards him. She leaned down as if to kiss him, but instead she only grazed her lips across his before she turned around, straddling his stomach as she faced away from him. Kenna glanced over her shoulder to see him watching her, biting his lip at the sight of her as he ran his hands down her back. She leaned down and kissed his inner thighs, biting them gently and making him jump slightly. She continued to make her way higher up his legs, inching her hips backwards as Diavolos gripped her thighs, pulling her back towards him until he could reach her wet folds with his tongue. Kenna moaned as she took him in he hands, tracing the length of his hardness with her tongue, swirling it around the head before she took him in her mouth far enough to make her eyes water a little. Diavolos groaned and buried his face between her legs. Unable to help it, Kenna began to rock her hips back and forth a little against him as she sucked him, worshipping him as her king.

When she couldn’t hold back anymore, Kenna dissolved on his tongue, crying out loudly as Diavolos ran his nails down her back, holding her to his mouth so tightly that she was sure she’d have bruises the next day. She removed him from her mouth, still moving her hands along his length as she came so hard that her voice was reduced to a whimper as she begged him for a break, told him she couldn’t take anymore. Kenna felt him tug her hair until she had risen up onto her knees–when had he crawled out from underneath her?

“Did you like that, my love?” he whispered in her ear, one hand still knotted in her hair as the other slid around to her front, caressing her breasts.

“Yes,” she breathed, pressing her hips back against his hardness as she ran a hand down his bare leg. “But this is supposed to be about giving you what you want.”

“You are all I’ve ever wanted,” he said gruffly. Diavolos suddenly pushed her down onto all fours in front of him. She felt him tease her entrance with the tip of his cock and she pressed backwards, anxious for more, but he held her at bay. “Do you want me, Kenna?”

“Yes,” she begged, her voice almost a whine. “Please, Diavolos.”

He slammed into her, hard, causing her to gasp. Her breath hitched with each thrust as he stretched and filled her. She sat back up onto her knees and Diavolos wrapped his strong arms around her, one hand between her legs, pushing at her most sensitive point while his other hand held her throat. Kenna leaned her head back against his shoulder, wrapping her arm back around his neck as he pounded into her, his fingers bringing her closer to the apex once more.

“Oh, gods, Diavolos,” she moaned as she came, clenching hard around him as he sped up his own pace, closing in on his own undoing. Kenna felt him come, grunting as he tightened his grip on her, biting at the soft flesh of her shoulder. She continued to tighten around him off and on, pulling every last bit of pleasure from him until the sensation was too overwhelming and he had to pull away from her.

Diavolos sank back down on the bed and Kenna collapsed beside him, both of their bodies slick with sweat. He gently pulled her to him, wrapping her in his arms, his rough hands softening as he brushed her hair away as he kissed her face, then her lips.

“I love you, Kenna,” he said. “More than anything.”

She smiled.

“I love you, too,” Kenna said. “Did you have a good birthday?”

“I did,” Diavolos said. “Although if I’d known this was waiting for me, I would’ve said we should forego the banquet and just spend all day in bed.”

“I’ll remember that for next year,” Kenna said with a grin. “That kind of celebration requires far less skullcracker ale.”

Diavolos laughed and kissed her again. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent. They held each other in the dying firelight until they both drifted off to sleep, limbs and hearts intertwined.