Game Of Seduction

Chapter 4

Eleanor left the room, mind slightly confused over what she had seen. It was very obvious that Reana and Maximus had become intimate with each other. She knew her daughter wasn't happy with marrying Vanderson, but she still went along with it.

She stopped in her her tracks, the horror of reality gripping at her heart. Bryce and herself had repeatedly told all the children, that a Cornwall must do their duty. Had they left Reana with so little choice, that she married a man she hated?

She heard the door to Reana's room open, so she ducked out of sight, waiting for Maximus to walk past, no doubt he was in search of her, but she didn't want to deal with him yet. She slipped into Reana's room, just as the younger woman was trying to get out of bed. She rushed to her daughter, sitting her back down, "You aren't fit enough to be out of bed yet," She chided softly.

"Mother...I." Reana stumbled over her, tears forming in her eyes.

"Hush now, sweet girl," She helped her back into bed, kissing her forehead gently, "Reana, tell me honestly. Do you feel like we forced you into marriage?"

The look in Reana's sad blue eyes told her all she needed to know, "Mother, I felt like that what I wanted didn't matter," She bit her lip, trying to ignore the impending flow of tears, "I was born to be a political tool and that was it."

"And the king is what you want?"

"Yes, but father already rejected him."

"You have two parents, remember."

Reana looked at her mother with a faint glimmer of hope, "You would allow it?" She asked, still a little suspicious.

"If you want him and he is willing to give you everything, then yes, I'll give you my permission."

"That all depends if he still wants to marry me or is just having some fun."

"Well, I will be discussing this with him," She took her daughter's hand, stroking it gently, "Vanderson doesn't do anything, does he?" She asked gently, hoping it was a no.

"No, he stays out of my way, I stay out of his."

"Good. Now you need to get some sleep," She kissed her on forehead again before getting up from the bed, "I'll go and talk to Maximus about this," She smiled before the room, determined to find out what Maximus's intentions are towards Reana. She had already had a hand in hurting her daughter once, she wasn't going to do it again.

Maximus sat in his study, elbows leaning on the desk, his hands clasped together, both index fingers pressed into his lips. He thought about Reana and what Eleanor had seen. He had looked for her in the palace but couldn't find her, leading him to seek solace in his study. He feared that it was the end of his relationship with Reana, after finding himself very much in love with her. She made it so easy for him to love her so much. Every joke she told, stories she regaled, secrets she shared, smiles that were only for him. She had quickly become his everything, what he looked for and what he lacked, now it could all be ripped from him.

He looked up when the door opened, expecting to see Reana, only it was another Cornwall, "Eleanor?"

She walked in shutting the door, taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk, "We need to talk about my daughter," She said coolly, "Do you love her?"

The question took Maximus completely by surprise. He had expected a warning to stay away from her, actually he expected Bryce to charge in with a sword, but apparently Eleanor had elected not to tell him yet, "Yes," He said with conviction, "I am very much in love with her. It pains me that she isn't mine. I hope one day she will be."

"If you want to be with her and I mean, as her husband, then I will give my blessing."

Maximus held back a threatening smile, "What about Bryce?"

"I will sort him out," She stood up walking to the door, "Break her heart and I will make your life hell," She walked out without a back glance to the king.

He smiled after she left, finally allowing himself to imagine her as his wife, "Queen Reana Tolland," He said to himself, liking the way it sounded. He needed a wife like Reana. Farland needed a queen like Reana, strong, defiant and loyal.

He got up from his desk, taking some books he wanted to show Reana. If he was make her queen, he wanted her to be prepared for everything it entailed. As he approached her room, he heard her laughing and another voice, a male voice, telling her to "Keep still." Jealousy bit at Maximus as he opened the door, stepping him in with all the calm he could muster. His face fell as he saw the mage with his hands over Reana's injured thigh. She was wearing just a thin shift with no undergarments. He suppressed his rage as Reana looked up at him.

"There you are, your majesty," She smirked as Anders healed her leg, "Anders has been healing my wounds."

Maximus narrowed his eyes as he put the books down a small table near the wall, "Mmmm, I bet he has," He said through gritted teeth.

Anders, sensing the king's growing displeasure at his presence, decided to make a hasty retreat, "Well, they've healed pretty well. No scarring either," He smiled at her when she gave him her thanks and quickly left the room, avoiding Maximus's death glare.

Reana chuckled at Maximus, "Is the king jealous?" She teased.

He stood at the end of the bed, looking over to her, "I didn't like the way he was touching you."

"He was healing my injuries."

Maximus scoffed, "Yes, by making sure he got a handful of your thigh."

She crawled across the bed on her knees to him, pressing herself against his firm body, looking up at him, "Thighs that you have, caressed, kissed," She stopped, moving a hand down to the waist of his breeches, "Bitten...These thighs have been wrapped around your head as you made me scream in ecstasy,"

She bit her lip seductively, looking up at him through her long eyelashes as she lifted her shift up her body, until it was it off, discarded on the floor. She sat back on her heels, her legs parted, her hands falling against her s*x. She watched his reaction, she could tell his jealous demeanour had fallen apart at the seams, "Your seed has run down these thighs after you've f****d me against the door of your study," She whispered as she probed at her s*x, her eyes never leaving his.

Maximus's composure shattered in an instant. The little vixen knew how to break him, using her body and allure to do it. He moved quickly, picking her up, her legs wrapped around his hips, slamming her back down on the bed, his body landing hard against hers.

She laughed lightly, undulated her hips against the hardening in his breeches, "You're such a brute," She admonished jokingly.

"Complaining?" He muttered against the skin of her neck, kissing and nipping at the soft skin.

"Ne..never," She gasped as he moved to her breasts, his mouth greedily sucking on her left n****e while teasing the right with his thumb.

He smirked when she whimpered in protest at him moving away from her. He leaned over her, showing her, she was completely in his control, "I am going to have you in a way I have dreamt about on so many lonely nights.

Reana saw the devilish intent in his eyes, not a hint of anger or jealously but one of insatiable lust. They had had s*x many times but he had always held back slightly since she was a virgin the first time they had s*x, she sensed he was worried about pushing her too far. But now, in this moment, she knew he wasn't going to hold back any more. She watched as he removed his clothes, then reach out to her robe, that hung on the bed, pulling the tie away. He held it up in front of her, "Put your hands together," She obeyed silently as he tied her wrists together, "Stand up," He ordered.

She got to her feet, allowing him to turn her around and bend her over the bed. She rested against her elbows and forearms, feeling his warm hands caressing her all over her back and backside. She gasped in shock and pleasure as suddenly she felt his hot tongue probing against her s*x, teasing her slowly. He pulled away, earning a small whimper. Without warning, he greedily pressed his tongue her s*x, licking and sucking mercilessly without any hint of stopping, gripping her thighs, holding her firmly in his grasp.

Reana felt as if her mind was going to explode, her body was on fire, her groin pulsating as she felt his tongue, relentlessly teasing her little pearl. She could feel her o****m building up quickly, ready to hit her with the force of a 10,000 strong army. Her breathing had become erratic, quick and shallow, her lungs burning with each breath. She pressed her face into the furs, gripping them tightly, still feeling her nails through them, digging into her palms. Her o****m reached its c****x, still catching her by surprise. Waves of intense heat and tingly nerves had stopped her lungs from opening, her body stopped responding to her brain's signals, moisture pouring out from every pore. She didn't even notice when his tongue had left her s*x and his length inched into her glistening core.

He moved in and out her brutally, taking her in a way she had probably never even thought possible. Gripping into her hips, he pulled her back to meet him, moving into a quick rhythm. He felt like his mind had melted, the feeling of being inside of her and taking her the way that he was, was the most an indescribable feeling. It was like being touched by Andraste, only Reana was more incredible than that.

She screamed into the mattress, as her o****m had built up again, only more ferocious than the first. Every sense she had, had been overloaded and she couldn't move, no voice came out her mouth, a bright light blinded her eyes.

He moved in her quickly and desperately, feeling that familiar coil in his stomach. He groaned louder and louder, shouting out her name until his voice broke. He collapsed against her back, still seated within her. He breathed heavily until he felt like everything had stopped spinning. He sat up slightly, pushing sweaty hair away from Reana's face. Her eyes were closed and she wasn't moving. He moved, alarmed that he had hurt her, "Reana!" He shook her gently, but she didn't moved, "Reana!" He shook her slightly harder. She gasped, leaning her head up quickly, much to Maximus's relief.

"What happened?" She asked confused.

"You fainted," He moved next to her, still worried, "Are you ok?"

"Yes and No," She laughed.

"Yes and No?" He questioned, annoyed by her laughing.

"Well, I have been thoroughly f****d by the king but I fear I will never gain control over my own body again," She laughed louder, wiping the sweat from her face with her tied hands, "Oh, do you mind?" She gestured with her hands.

Maximus removed the tie from her wrists, "Did I hurt you?"

"Nope. I am completely ruined for other men though. No man could ever top that impressive display," She moved against him, taking in the warmth of his body.

He caressed her back, kissing her shoulder, "Good! Cant have any one thinking they can have my queen."

She looked at him in surprise, "Queen?"

"Yes, your mother approves if I intend to make you my queen and I do."

"Oh," She said, noting the flash confusion across his face, "As queen, will I be entitled to be screwed by the king whenever I want, any time, any where?"

"Well," He purred, stroking the inside of her thigh, "If the queen wishes for the king to screw her whenever she wants it, then the king really isn't in the position to deny her that."

"Good," She crawled over his body, pressing against him, "Because the queen may want it when all those boring and stuffy nobles are close by. Say hidden by the pillar on the upper balcony."

Maximus looked at her in delight, "You filthy little vixen."

"I know," She replied giggling as she moved off of him, "Now be gone, I must get ready for the ball."

He got up and dressed under her watchful eyes. He leant down to kiss her lips gently, "Wear the blue one. Forget the underwear," He winked at her before strolling confidently out of the room.

Loghain stood in a quiet corner, watching as the mage flirted with Seline. While he knew, he had no actual claim over Seline; she could be with any man she wanted, it still made him seethe with jealously when men flirted with her.

He had found himself completely under her spell. He'd do anything she asked him to and he would never even contemplate saying no. But she was due to marry Nathaniel in less than a month and whenever he questioned her about it, she'd shrug it off. Now she was laughing, fluttering her eyelashes at Anders. She clearly wasn't serious about Loghain as he was about her.

He slipped into the drawing room, where some of the men had gathered, trying in vain to push Seline from his mind. He noticed Bryce and Urien in deep discussion, he was in no doubt it was about Reana. He stopped to listen to their conversation, wondering what they could possibly be discussing about Reana now that she and that dreadful son of Urien's were now wed. Judging by Maximus's scowling, it must be due to the fact that Reana, quite rightfully so, kept Vanderson at arms length. Unfortunately for Bryce and Urien, that meant no heirs. "I'll talk her," Loghain heard as Bryce walked away to take a seat.

After an hour or two of listening to a group of mostly middle aged men complaining about women, Loghain was internally delighted when Seline walked in with her sister. Finally, something nice to focus on, instead of the Bann of some little back water village, complaining that his wife wont have s*x with him. Loghain could understand why after a couple of hours in the man's presence. The fact the man's wife managed twenty years was mind boggling. He noticed Bryce had accosted Reana as she limped through to the gardens. Bryce surely wouldnt discuss it with so many people in the room, embarrassing the poor girl? Either way, Bryce was guaranteed to get some chat back by either Reana or Seline, as neither girl took things lying down, literally and figuratively speaking.

"Reana, we need to talk," Bryce said, standing up, walking towards her.

She sighed dramatically, shrugging her shoulders, "About?"

"Now pup, I know you aren't fond of Vanderson, but you really need to make an effort with him."

Reana looked at the men in the room, all listening to the discussion. Fine, if her father wanted to play it that way, then two can play at that game. She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning on one hip, "You mean, you want me to f**k him?"

Bryce's face contorted in disgust over his daughter's uncouthness, "Really now. Do you have to speak like that!"

"Do you have to comment on my marriage?" Reana felt Seline move next to her, no doubt to back her up as she always did, "Father, I hate Vanderson, he does weird things to elves."

"He also spends far too much time with Jonaley. Something weird going on there," Seline added with a smirk.

Bryce huffed in annoyance. It was always the same when they were together, it was like arguing with a brick wall, "Seline, you keep out of it. Reana, I'll comment on your marriage if you repeatedly refuse to even acknowledge you are married."

Seline gritted her teeth, glaring at her father, "You'd deny it too if you were married to that pig," Seline looked at Loghain, fearing she would lose him for what she was going to do, but her sister, she was willing to do it, "Father. I've been sleeping with Loghain since Reana's wedding. Comment on that!"

Loghain could feel every eye on him in the moments after Seline's declaration, his skin prickled under their intense gaze, though none was more intense than Bryce. For a very brief moment in, Loghain was afraid.