Bab 35: What is it that you desire?...

The queen led Adrian through the door into a smaller, more intimate room, softly lit by flickering candles placed strategically around the space. The air was warm and heavy with the scent of lavender and jasmine.

A plush massage bed draped in rich, deep-colored linens occupied the center of the room and beside it, a wooden bowl filled with golden massage oil rested on a small table.

Queen Alannah turned to face Adrian, her eyes sweeping over him with an almost predatory gaze. "You may want to strip down," she suggested in a light and inviting tone. "To avoid staining your clothes with the oil. There's a towel you can use for modesty, or you can forgo it entirely. Your choice."

Adrian hesitated, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts.

He needed to stay in control, to why he was doing all these, but the queen's allure was undeniable. He steeled himself, determined to get through this encounter without losing his focus.

"Of course, Your Majesty," Adrian replied, keeping his voice as he began to remove his clothing. The title "Your Majesty" felt like a lifeline, something to keep him grounded in this increasingly surreal situation.

The queen's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Oh please, call me Alannah," she said softly, her voice wrapping around his name like a caress. "There's no need for formalities between us, Adrian."

Adrian nodded, trying to keep his thoughts clear as he stripped down to his underclothes.

He debated briefly before deciding to use the towel, wrapping it around his waist to maintain some semblance of propriety.

Once undressed, he turned to face Alannah, who had already positioned herself facedown on the massage bed, her back and the perfect curve of her ass exposed.

Adrian took a deep breath and approached the bed, trying to keep his movements steady as he poured some of the fragrant oil into his hands.

The oil was warm and well… oily. He rubbed his hands together before placing them on Alannah's back, starting with gentle, circular motions.

The queen let out a soft sigh as Adrian's hands began to work the tension from her muscles, her body relaxing under his touch. "Mmm," she hummed in satisfaction. "You have a very skilled touch, Adrian."

Adrian forced himself to focus on the task at hand, his hands gliding over the smooth expanse of her back, kneading the knots of tension from her shoulders and down to her lower back.

The queen's skin was soft and warm, her body responsive to his touch as she let out occasional murmurs of approval.

As he continued the massage, Adrian found himself drawn in by the rhythm of it, the way her body seemed to melt under his hands.

But when he moved lower, toward her hips and thighs, he realized that his position was awkward, and he wasn't able to apply the right pressure.

With a silent curse, he realized he would have to change his stance.

Adrian hesitated only a moment before he climbed onto the bed, straddling Alannah's hips as he continued the massage. The position brought him closer to her, and he could feel the firmness of her ass beneath him, the sensation sending a jolt of awareness through his body.

He forced himself to stay focused, ignoring the way his cock twitched in response to the closeness to her entrance.

Alannah let out a low moan as Adrian's hands pressed into the tense muscles of her lower back. "Fuck, yes, Adrian," she whispered, her voice thick with pleasure. "Right there… that's perfect."

Adrian swallowed hard, trying to remain professional despite the queen's increasingly sensual reactions. "I'm glad to hear that… Alannah," he replied, the use of her name feeling both intimate and dangerous.

Alannah smiled, her eyes half-closed as she basked in the sensation of Adrian's hands on her body. "Tell me," she murmured, her voice languid, "how was the battle with the Chimera? It must have been… exhilarating."

Adrian's hands paused for a moment as he considered his response. "It was a difficult battle," he admitted, keeping his voice steady. "The Chimera was unlike anything I've faced before. But with Lilith's help, we managed to defeat it."

Alannah's smile widened slightly, her eyes opening just enough to watch him through her lashes. "You and Lilith make quite the team," she observed, her tone curious. "You must be very… compatible."

Adrian felt his heart skip a beat at her words, but he kept his tone neutral. "We work well together, yes," he replied, resuming the massage. "We each have our strengths."

The queen let out another soft moan as Adrian's hands worked their way down to her hips, her body arching slightly under his touch. "I can see that," she purred. "You're very skilled, Adrian… in more ways than one."

Adrian forced himself to stay focused, trying not to let the queen's seductive tone affect him. "Thank you, Alannah," he said calmly. "I take pride in my abilities."

As he continued the massage, Adrian's thoughts began to drift, considering the queen's position and her personality as a whole.

She was a woman of immense power and influence, and obviously, she led the kingdom, not the king. But beneath the surface, there was something else—a vulnerability, a desire for something more.

He could sense it, even if she tried to hide it behind her confident exterior.

When he finished with her back, Alannah shifted on the bed, turning over to face him.

Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the soft mounds of flesh drawing his gaze despite his best efforts to remain professional. She smiled up at him, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she settled onto her back, her arms stretching languidly above her head.

"Continue, Adrian," she instructed in a voice that was more of a husky whisper. "You're doing wonderfully."

Adrian hesitated for only a moment before he complied, his hands moving to her shoulders once more, kneading the muscles as he tried to maintain his focus.

As his fingers worked their way down to her chest, he could feel the queen's breath quicken, her nipples hardening under his touch.

The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, and Adrian knew he needed to stay in control of the situation.

He needed to steer the conversation away from the sensual, to regain some semblance of balance. "Alannah," he began, "how do you find your role as queen? It must be… demanding."

Alannah's eyes opened, and she regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "It is," she admitted, her tone thoughtful. "Being queen comes with many responsibilities… and many perks."

Adrian nodded, his hands moving lower to her abdomen, his touch firm but gentle. "I imagine it does," he said steadily. "But is there something more? Something you desire beyond the duties and privileges of your position?"

The queen's gaze sharpened, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. "You're a perceptive man, Adrian," she murmured softly. "There are things I desire… things that I cannot simply command into existence."

Adrian's pulse quickened, sensing that he was treading on dangerous ground. "Perhaps I can help," he offered cautiously. "What is it that you desire, Alannah?"