Multiverse's Holy Right

[T/N: This was my first time writing lemons, so it may not be perfect, but give it a try, I hope you'll like it.]

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A beat of silence. Then understanding dawned, and Erica's face burned hotter. "O-Oh," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She swallowed, her fingers twitching nervously against his. "Then… how…?"

Roy's thumb brushed over her knuckles, his own embarrassment evident in the way his jaw tensed. "Just… proximity is enough. But if you're offering…" He trailed off, the unspoken suggestion hanging between them.

Erica's breath hitched. She had been bold before, teasing, but now—with the reality of what they were about to do settling in—her bravado wavered. Her lashes fluttered as she glanced down, then back up at him through them. "I… I did say you could come to me for your needs," she admitted softly.

Roy exhaled, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. "You don't have to—"

"I want to," she interrupted, firmer now, though her blush betrayed her shyness. Slowly, she guided his hand to her waist, then leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss.

It was soft at first, but when Roy responded, his mouth moving against hers with growing hunger, Erica melted into him. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as the kiss deepened, her earlier hesitation giving way to quiet eagerness.

When they finally parted, both were breathless. Erica's lips were slightly swollen, her eyes dazed. Roy watched her, his gaze darkening as she sank to her knees before him.

"Erica..."

She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed but her resolve steady. "Let me take care of you, my King," she whispered, her fingers working at the fastenings of his trousers with trembling but determined hands.

Roy groaned as her warm palm grazed his length, his fingers tangling in her hair—not pushing, just holding, as if to ground himself. When her lips finally wrapped around him, hot and wet and achingly slow, his head fell back with a ragged sigh.

Erica moved tentatively at first, her inexperience evident in the way she hesitated between strokes. But every sound Roy made—every stifled groan, every twitch of his tip—fed her confidence. She relaxed into the rhythm, her embarrassment fading beneath the weight of his pleasure.

Roy's grip tightened in her hair as Erica took him deeper, her tongue swirling experimentally along his length. A low, approving groan rumbled from his chest, and the sound sent a thrill through her.

Her lips slid up, then down again, slower this time, savoring the way his hips jerked ever so slightly toward her. But as much as she wanted to focus solely on him, her own body betrayed her—a quiet, needy whimper escaped her throat, muffled around him.

Roy's eyes snapped open, his gaze heavy-lidded but sharp. "Erica…?" His voice was rough, strained.

She pulled off from his dick with a wet gasp, her face burning. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Without letting Erica finish her words, Roy pulled her up against him, placing both of his hands on her soft ass caressing them gently. 

His thumb brushed her thighs as he asked, "What do you want?"

Erica hesitated, her fingers nervously tracing the hem of her skirt. "I-I just… I didn't realize it would feel like this. For me, too."

Roy exhaled sharply, then hooked a finger under her chin. "Show me."

Her breath hitched. "M-My King?"

"Where," he murmured, his voice dropping to a growl, "do you want my hands right now?"

Erica's thighs pressed together instinctively, but after a beat, she guided his free hand beneath her skirt, her own fingers trembling as they pressed his palm against the damp fabric between her legs. "H-Here."

His thumb circled her through the fabric, and Erica gasped, her hips bucking into his touch. "Like that?"

She nodded frantically, her earlier embarrassment drowned out by the sudden rush of pleasure.

"Ahh! Mhmm..."

When his fingers slipped beneath the barrier of her underwear, tracing her folds with deliberate, teasing strokes, she moaned—loud, unguarded—and immediately clapped a hand over her mouth.

Roy chuckled. "None of that. I want to hear you." He crooked a finger inside her, and her back arched, a broken cry tumbling from her lips. "Good girl."

Roy's praise sent a shiver down Erica's spine, her body trembling under his touch. His fingers worked her with slow, maddening precision, curling just right to make her toes curl in her boots. Every stroke drew another desperate sound from her lips—whimpers, gasps, his name whispered like a prayer.

She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. "P-Please," she begged, though she wasn't even sure what she was asking for. More? Less? She only knew she couldn't take the teasing any longer.

Roy's lips brushed her ear, his voice rough with need. "Tell me what you need."

Erica's breath hitched as his thumb pressed against her clit, circling in firm, relentless strokes. "I—I need—" Her words dissolved into a moan as heat pooled between her thighs, her hips rocking against his hand.

"Need what, Erica?" His voice was dark, commanding, and it sent another wave of arousal crashing through her.

"You," she gasped. "Inside me. Now."

Roy didn't hesitate. In one swift motion, he lifted her, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carried her to the nearest surface—a desk, a table, she barely registered it before her back met the solid wood. His hands shoved her gown up around her hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her underwear and dragging them down her legs.

Erica barely had time to breathe before he was between her thighs, his length pressing against her entrance, hot and heavy. She bit her lip, her body tensing in anticipation.

Roy paused, his forehead resting against hers. "Look at me."

Her lashes fluttered open, meeting his darkened gaze.

"Tell me you're sure."

Erica's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "Yes."

With a groan, Roy thrust into her in one smooth, deep stroke, filling her completely. Erica cried out, her back arching off the desk in pleasure and pain.

"Fuck," Roy hissed, his grip on her hips tightening. "You feel—" He cut himself off with a ragged breath, his hips rolling against hers in slow, deliberate movements.

Erica gasped, her legs tightening around him as he set a relentless pace, each thrust driving her higher. The sound of skin against skin, their mingled breaths, the way his name spilled from her lips—it was intoxicating.

Roy's mouth crashed against hers, swallowing her moans as his hand slipped between them, his thumb finding her clit again. The dual stimulation was too much, too perfect, and Erica moaned beneath him, her entire body tensing as pleasure ripped through her in waves.

Roy followed her over the edge with a groan, his hips stuttering as he climaxed inside her, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as he rode out his release.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. Then, slowly, Roy lifted his head, his thumb brushing her swollen lower lip.

Erica's lashes fluttered open, her body still trembling. "That was…"

Roy smirked, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Just the first time."

Her breath caught. "First?"

His grin was wicked as he pulled her closer. "You didn't think I'd stop at just once, did you?"

Erica's laugh turned into a gasp as his hands began wandering again, and she realized—with a thrill—that her King had plans.

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