Torment

Torment
By Misha

Author’s Note- This was another request. I honestly love the request fics because they force me to think creatively and often times the idea just appears. The prompt for this one was“Why did you spare me” and this is where my brain went (well it went to a few AU pieces too, but I decided not to go that route).

Pairing- Kenna/Diavolos

Rating- NSFW

Summary- Kenna attempts to get ready for a ball, but her husband proves to be very distracting.

“You look stunning,” Diavolos murmured appreciatively, burying his head in Kenna’s neck and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Thank you,” Kenna said, even as she pulled out of his embrace. She knew what that particular tone of voice meant and they really didn’t have time, “now we should get going, we have an engagement ball to attend, remember?” And she knew that if this particular ball didn’t go smoothly, Zenobia would never let them hear the end of it. “Which means we don’t have time for distractions.”

“It’s not my fault I can’t keep my hands off you,” he protested, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her tight against him. “You know how much I love seeing you in the Nevrakis colors, it always reminds me of the first time I saw you and how badly I wanted you.”

“I wanted you too,” Kenna admitted, wrapping her arms around his neck, telling herself it would just be for a moment.

“I spent most of that dinner party pretending to listen to my father and sister go on and on, while imaging what you would like without that dress on,” Diavolos told her, caressing her back and reaching for the ties to her gown. “I’m surprised that I was able to participate in the conversation given how much I wanted you.” He kissed his way down her neck and shoulders as he continued to speak, pushing her gown aside slightly to give himself better access.

“Diavolos, we really don’t…” Kenna began, though it was hard to think straight when he was touching her like that, “… have time…”

“I wanted to take you right there in the banquet hall,” he whispered hotly in her ear, slipping one hand calloused, but oh so talented, hand inside the top of her dress to tease her still-restrained breasts.

Kenna knew she should stop him. It really wouldn’t be appropriate to be late for Zenobia’s engagement ball, but it just felt too good and maybe if they were quick…

“I had spent several weeks in a dungeon, thinking I would never see a woman again,” he reminded her, guiding her over to the bed and gently pushing her down so that she was sitting on the edge, “and then suddenly, there  I was, having dinner with the beautiful, intriguing woman I had ever met.”

Kenna reached for the ties of his pants, but he caught her hand in his, stopping her. “I kept asking myself why did you spare me, but decided I didn’t care as long as I got to spend time in your company.” He told her, kneeling between her legs. “I imagined what it would be like to feel you,” he pushed her long skirt up, resting his hands on her thighs before pushing her undergarments to the side.

“What it would be like to taste you,” he continued before disappearing under her skirt, placing kisses on the inside of her thighs before moving inward. His tongue lapped at her sensitive folds, while his fingers eased into her.

“Diavolos,” she whimpered, arching her back. And using one hand to grip his head and urge him closer.

He teased her with his hands and tongue until she couldn’t handle it anymore. She wanted to feel him inside her, wanted to become one with him again, engagement party be damned. “I need you inside me,” she demanded, her voice hoarse with need, “I want you right now.”

He moved from between her legs and quickly covered her body with his, pinning her to the bed and kissing her deeply. But then, after a long moment, he broke the kiss and moved off of her, standing up and backing away from the bed.

“Later, my queen,” he promised with an infuriating grin, “but as you said, right now we have a ball to get too.”

“Diavolos.” She whined, trying to pull him back onto the bed, but he resisted and simply helped her to her feet instead.

He moved behind her, redoing the laces on her gown, and whispered, “tonight you’re going to want me as badly as I wanted you that first night. You’re going to dance and socialize like a good queen should, but the whole time you’ll be imagining all the things I’m going to do to you when we’re alone.”

Kenna groaned in frustration, both thanks to the images he was evoking and the need that was still burning inside of her. She glared at her husband, but he simply smirked and held out his hand. “Our guests await, my queen.”

Kenna took a deep breath, trying to center herself and focus on the night ahead. The very long night ahead.
—

Damn that man, Kenna thought, her eyes finding her husband in the crowd. Not that it took much effort, she had been very aware of him all night. And he knew it too. Their eyes met and Diavolos smirked at her, his eyes filled with a combination of heat and amusement.

It had been like that all night.

No matter how hard Kenna tried to focus on the engagement ball, all she could think about was her husband and how badly she wanted to get him alone. He just kept tormenting her. Not only had he brought her to the brink earlier and then refused to follow through, but he had spent the rest of the night subtly teasing her. Whenever she thought she had things under control, he would appear and with a few words or touches, manage to make her ache again.

“You know this is your castle, you do have a room here,” a voice drawled in her ear.

Kenna whirled around to see Adder standing behind her with an amused smile on her beautiful face. “I…”

“You have barely taken your eyes off of him all night,” Adder teased, “not that he’s any better, I swear watching the two of you almost made me blush.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Kenna said, though she was now blushing. “Are we really that obvious?”

Adder just smirked and disappeared into the crowd. Yeah, that was helpful.

The rest of the evening went by slowly. Kenna tried to make small talk with the nobles and cater to Zenobia’s demands, but she could not get her husband out of her thoughts. Especially not when he was always there, resting his hand on her back or calling her “my love” in that tone of voice that promised so much.

“May I have this dance?” Diavolos asked, appearing as if by magic as soon as she thought about him.

“Of course,” Kenna said, because she had no reason to refuse, besides she never turned down the chance to be in Diavolos’s arms. He led her onto the dance floor and pressed her close.

“Having fun, my love?” He whispered in her ear.

“Of course,” Kenna said brightly, hoping he didn’t catch the way her breath caught in her throat or the fact that her heart was now racing. “What about you?”

“Not as much as fun as I’m going to have later,” he said wickedly. “Diavolos,” Kenna scolded.

He just grinned unrepentantly and pulled her even closer. “Like I said earlier, you look exquisite in that dress.”

Kenna flushed, remembering their earlier encounter.

“I can’t wait to take it off,” Diavolos continued, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered in her ear. Before Kenna could formulate a response, the song ended. “We should mingle,” Diavolos told her with a smirk and then disappeared into the crowd.

Kenna fought the urge to groan. He was trying to kill her, she decided. She took a moment to collect herself and then followed Diavolos’s lead and mingled, trying to focus on the boring conversation instead of imagining what would happen once she finally got her husband alone in a room.

The night wore on and on, until finally, the festivities started to wind down. Before Kenna even had a chance to look for Diavolos, she felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around her waist. “Are you ready to leave?” He whispered in her ear, his voice rich with promise.

“Maybe I want to dance more,” Kenna said, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how desperate she was for him.

“Then we’ll dance,” Diavolos said simply and before she knew what was happening, he had swept her back onto the dance floor. He placed a kiss on her wrist before twirling her into his arms.

Diavolos was every bit as good of a dancer as he’d once claimed, though normally he liked to hold her as close as possible, now he was leading her in a more traditional dance. A particularly sensuous one that involved spins and her back being pressed right up against him at one point. The intimate motions of the dance just made Kenna more aware of her husband and of how badly she wanted him.

Once the music ended, Diavolos gazed down at her, “still want to dance?”

“No,” Kenna admitted, “I just want you.”

“I’m yours,” Diavolos promised, taking her hand and leading her from the ballroom. Kenna wondered if they should say goodnight to Tevan and Zenobia, but it was a fleeting thought that passed as Diavolos hurried her into the main portion of the palace and up to their quarters.

Once the door was closed behind them, Diavolos pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply as his hands pulled at the ties of her dress. He slid it off of her as he trailed kisses down her neck and shoulders. Kenna’s fingers found the buttons of his shirt and undid them, then slipped her hands inside, loving the feel of his firm muscle under her hands.

They slowly shed the rest of their clothing, taking time to kiss and caress as they did so and then Diavolos swung her into his arm and carried her to the bed, laying her down with infinite care. Kenna had to admit that there was one benefit to Diavolos deciding to tease and torment her, he always followed it up by going slow and sweet. She loved it when he was rough and commanding, but she also loved him like this.

Diavolos kissed his way up her legs, causing her to let out a little sigh. He eased his hand between her legs, slipping his fingers inside her as he placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh. He pumped his fingers into her and then covered her sensitive nub with his mouth, scraping it with his teeth.

“Diavolos…” She whimpered, bucking her hip against his hand.

He continued to work with her his fingers and mouth until she came apart against him. She had barely come down from the high when his mouth was there again, this time it was his tongue probing her deep.

“Oh! Oh!” She cried out, digging her hands into his hair as his hands gripped her hips. He knew exactly the right spots to hit and soon she was arching against him, unable to control the sobs of pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, moving up to cover her mouth with his own, “you are so beautiful. I spent the whole night imagining you like this.”

He cupped her breasts in his hand, caressing them, as he trailed kisses down her neck and shoulders and then over her breasts. “What about you?” He asked, his head still buried between her breasts. “What occupied your thoughts tonight?”

“You,” Kenna moaned, “Just you. I need you now.”

She wondered if he was going to deny her again, prolong her torture, but he didn’t. He entered her swiftly, thrusting at a controlled pace, his hands threading through her long hair.

“Is this what you want?” He whispered against her neck, grazing her skin with his teeth.

“Yes…” Kenna moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him closer to her and arching her hips to meet his thrusts.

They moved in time with each other, matching each other’s movement as the momentum built up between them. Then their breathing became more rapid and their movements less controlled. Diavolos claimed her mouth in a hard kiss as he gave one last hard thrust into her, which was enough to bring them both over the edge.

Diavolos rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so that she was laying on his chest. “I love you,” he whispered against her hair, tightening his arms around her.

“I love you too,” Kenna assured him with a smile, “even if you do drive me crazy.”

He just smirked at her before settling her in the crook of his arm. “Baby, I plan on driving you crazy for the rest of our lives.”

• End