23 Closer Than Ever <R18>

[R18 Warning for the content ahead]

Basileus grinded into her, craving the noise she had made just before. It caused her to moan and grip his hair tighter. It was completely new territory for him and he was going to keep going until she told him to stop. Her reaction to his movements told him she wanted him to do anything but stop.

The repetitive action was causing Varya to quickly lose control, she felt pressure build up in her lower stomach as he brought her closer to climax. This situation was not what she was expecting, but him taking control was better than anything she could have imagined on her own. With his dominating personality, it would only make sense that he would prefer to be dominant in the bedroom.

Basileus could feel her wetness through his shorts as he grinded into her. His actions were becoming desperate as the sensation got to his head.

From a young age, he knew about sex and how it worked, but he wasn't aware of how pleasurable something could feel without taking someone's clothes off. The lesson he was taught always involved sex and the result of a possible heir, but it was more of a conversation about necessity rather than pleasure.

"I'm so close," she whispered, breathlessly.

She started gripping his lower back, her nails digging into his skin. Her moans became more intense and her eyes started to water.

"O-Oh my God!"

Her body convulsed as the orgasm struck her, and a wave of ecstasy washed over her. She was ashamed at how quickly she got there - realizing she must have been pent up from no intimacy in over half an Earth year.

The erratic moves she made were just enough to push Basileus to his own climax. His grip on her backside was firm and he buried his face in the pillow over her shoulder, muffling the moan that escaped his lips. His seed filled the spandex shorts that were already tight on his skin. He had to roll onto his back in order not to soak Varya's pajamas. As he lay there, catching his breath and staring at the ceiling, he noticed his head was sweaty when he brushed his hair out of his eyes.

When he had gathered himself, he realized his other arm was still under Varya. He hesitantly looked at her, seeing her eyes were closed and she seemed to be calming down as well.

Taking his arm back, he sat up onto his elbows and looked down at his shorts. They were soaked. His feelings were complicated. In his culture, royalty spilling their seed without the intent of producing an heir was frowned upon. It felt too good for him to feel guilty. After all, as he grew up, hormones took control of his actions sometimes and it couldn't be helped as he experimented with his body.

He slowly sat up completely and leaned over to the grey-haired woman. He kissed her sweaty forehead and left the bed.

"I need to shower. I'll be right back."

Varyas eyes had opened and she looked at his back as he walked into the bathroom. Once the door was shut, she let out a giggle.

"Oh my God," she said to herself and put a hand on her blushing cheek.

Remembering the way he overpowered her and took control had her heart beating quickly again. He was so receptive to her requests, she couldn't wait to explore what else they could do together.

Basileus came out of the bathroom with a towel on and wordlessly went to one of his closets to get more shorts. After returning to the bathroom to dress, he quickly reappeared, his hair slicked back from the water and off of his face.

"Come here," he said to her as he settled into the bed.

Varya did as she was told and cuddled up to the prince. Her body pressed against his and her hand rested on his chest. Their eyes met as he looked down at her and she smiled, unable to hold in her excitement.

"What?" He asked.

She didn't respond, only giving him a gentle kiss before resting her chin on his chest. Her blue eyes were intense as she looked at him.

They bid each other goodnight and drifted off, Varya completely satisfied for the first time in a long time

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A barrier had been broken between Varya and Basileus since the intimate evening they had shared a week before. Both of them seemed to be in higher spirits and the words between them came more effortlessly.

They had started a ritual of sitting in front of the fireplace before bed, cuddling and enjoying the feeling of the other's presence. It was an hour or so that they both looked forward to from the moment they woke up in the morning.

Varya was able to learn about Basileus's childhood on Planet Basileus and how he came from a long line of powerful kings that the planet was named for. It was expected of him to have an heir who would take the same name and continue the strong, royal bloodline. He painted a picture of a planet that relied heavily on strength and gained notoriety for their fire aura abilities. In exchange for their protection, nearby planets gave technology to expand the Basilian empire across the universe. However, another royal family loomed in the distance, and caught wind of the Basilians' plans to spread their influence.

Emperor Kruos's family was powerful in their own right. Kruos's race, the Ptomans, lived hundreds of years and rarely reproduced, only being compatible with the rare few that still existed of their race. Emperor Kruos came from a long line of tyrants who killed their fathers once they came of age and took the reins of the empire - Planet Ptoma being the center of it. With the empire came a powerful army that had sworn allegiance to the ruling family because of their ruthlessness. To reject their rule would be a death sentence, and many planets ceased to exist for daring to challenge the Ptoman Royal Family.

Their reach was limitless until they went head to head with the Basilians who challenged their rule. It took plotting and secrecy in order to discover that the Basilian people's weakness was the extreme cold. The Ptoman Royal Family acted quickly after this discovery, pretending to come to an agreement with the Basilians, but ultimately finding a way to freeze out their planet and extinct anyone who couldn't withstand the cold. On top of that, Emperor Kruos took it upon himself to kill the rest of the Basilian Royal Family except for the undeniably strong prince. He took over the castle to mock what had been lost. The tyrant wanted to use Prince Basileus as a powerful bargaining chip in his army for when he didn't want to have to get his own hands dirty.

Every time Basileus would indulge in his history, Varya would be entirely enveloped by the story, her eyes shining in amazement. Whenever the prince would ask her about her upbringing, she would try to play it off and tell him it wasn't nearly as interesting as his.

He kept pushing and eventually she relented. As she recounted the tales of her childhood and growing up, Basileus realized his heart was feeling full for the woman who came into his life unexpectedly. He would admire her face as she lit up with excitement, telling him about her loving father and how much it meant to her that he taught her everything he knew. She would explain that everyone said she looked like her mother, but her mother was too quiet and never asked for anything for herself. Her father's achievements in the realm of technology created a comfortable life for Varya and, despite everything that happened, she still sought to be a great inventor like him.

Varya was finally at a point where talking about her parents didn't cause her to cry and feel hopeless. She only spoke of their love and how much it meant to her. The more she explained, the more the prince wanted to be in a position to offer her a life of her dreams. It made him more determined to figure out how to weaken Emperor Kruos once and for all.

The closeness they were feeling towards each other came naturally and they felt unshakeable. If Varya did nothing else in her life, finding someone as special as Basileus to be at her side wasn't such a bad thing. The world outside these walls was uncertain to her, but things with him felt uncomplicated.

The closeness of their relationship, however, caused Varya to wonder further about the physical side, or lack thereof. Maybe she was selfish for wanting every bit of the prince for herself, but she was ready to give it all to him.

As their conversation started to slow down and it got later in the evening, Varya mustered up courage to ask a question that had been at the edge of her lips for so long. There was a pause and Basileus rested his head in the crook of Varya's neck, relaxing as her fingers brushed through his dark hair.

When he was no longer looking into her eyes, she sighed and said, "Basileus?"

His heart dropped at her tone, but he wasn't sure why.