#trm kayde

[masquerade-reimagined]

Right! So! Here’s that 💎Dirty 30 💎I was talking about the other day. Sorry that it’s the only thing I have to offer right now. Finding time to write has been difficult, as I haven’t had really any time to myself and I’m someone who desperately needs time apart from other humans in order to maintain my sanity. You would think this whole social distancing thing would be right up my alley, but that requires not being stuck in one place with the same people all day every day.

I also find it exceptionally awkward to write basically anything with my boyfriend sitting a foot away from me. Which is where he decided he needed to be most of this past week, for… whatever reason. I dunno.

Anyway. Whether or not this specific scene will make it into a chapter, I don’t know. I’m inclined to believe these will more accurately be exercises for me to gauge Kayde’s, shall we say, understanding of his emotions. This one, for example, is definitely not the first dream he has of Adrasteia, so don’t consider this as an immediate follow-up for Chapter 2. Or even 3. This is probably just before the Tournament of Flowers, or whatever the crap they call the joust, (y’know, Chapter… something or other), when he’s had the opportunity to get to know her better on a personal level, but hasn’t fully accepted the idea of being in love with her.

Here’s what you’ll find here:

NSFW content told through mostly suggestive language. (I haven’t decided how adult the language will get. Any opinions?) 18+

As with everything else on this blog, it’s M!Kayden x MC.

This is a dream, folks. It’s not an “actual” sex scene. How these two will behave when the time actually comes might be very different.

Microsoft Word tells me it has a count of about 2400 words, because nothing I write is short.

I don’t actually tag the people I’m supposed to. I’m horrible. Sorry.

These characters are not my own and are property of Pixelberry Studios but I’m not making any money off of this, so who cares?

It’s all behind the cut.

The sun streaked in through a gap in the flimsy curtains covering the window, the concentrated beam falling directly across Kayde’s face. He blinked blearily, rubbing the sleep out of the corners of his eyes. Pulling the sheets back and he started to get up when a slender arm reached over and pulled the curtains closed.

“It’s far too early,” the arm’s owner said sleepily, her low, sultry voice deliciously familiar. The woman snuggled her naked body against his, resting her arm across his chest. Her gentle breath was warm on his shoulder. He looked down at her, noting the way the red in her dark hair blazed like fire in the early morning sunlight.

He smiled and turned his face to kiss her softly on her forehead.

“It is early,” he agreed, gently lifting her arm and climbing out of the bed. “But I have to get to the palace.”

He crossed the short distance to his closet and began to prepare his clothes for the day. He could hear as she slipped out of the bed and padded lightly across the room. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her lips against his back between his shoulder blades. Closing his eyes, he reveled in her nearness, the way she felt pressed against him, nothing between them but a narrow strip of air.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to leave a little later?” she purred, her lips still against the skin of his back. She ran her hands over the muscles of his stomach and lower still, her nails tickling sensitive skin.

“Adrasteia,” he groaned. “You know I want to.” He sucked a breath in through his teeth as her hand reached his sex, still semi-erect from the morning. She worked her hand up and down, knowing exactly how he liked to be touched. He grabbed her wrist, stilling her.

“You have three seconds to get back into that bed before I take you right where you stand,” he growled. He released her, keeping his back to her as she ran back to the bed. She was just pulling the thin sheet over her long legs when he turned around.

He felt his chest tighten as he looked at her. God, she was beautiful. With her light brown skin, those gorgeous, expressive dark eyes, and auburn hair, which draped over her shoulders and down her back in long, silken curls.

She was sitting in his bed, her long legs curled slightly beneath her, the bedding clutched to her chest, barely covering her full breasts. He let his eyes roam over her body, then her face, finally meeting her gaze.

For a moment, they just stared at one another, both breathing heavily as the tension between them built. Then he caught a twitch at the corner of her mouth, and his eyes snapped to her lips just in time to watch his favorite smile slowly form.

He loved the way it started by pulling on just one side of her mouth, before gradually spreading across her lips. Sometimes it would grow into a grin, other times it would stop with her lips still softly closed. Either way, it drove him crazy, and he liked to think she only smiled that way for him.

She grinned at him this time, before pulling her lower lip between her teeth.

That was enough.

He reached her in two long strides and, grabbing her by her ankles, pulled her to him at the foot of the bed. She let out a surprised yelp as she slid, coming to a stop with her heels barely resting on the mattress’s edge. Resting his hands on her knees, he guided her legs apart and stood between them. She dropped the bedsheet, propped herself up on her elbows, arching her back and tilting her head to the side. Her hair fell over her right shoulder, revealing the left side of her neck, and he seized the opportunity to lean over her, pressing his lips against her smooth skin.

She sighed softly as he kissed her, working his mouth up her throat then down her jaw. When he neared her lips, she tilted her head to catch him, but he pulled away. With a wolfish grin, he ripped the sheet away and leaned over her again, gently pushing her down to the bed. She reached up, running her fingers through his hair and pulling him to her, capturing his lips with her own.

She kissed him greedily, hungrily, and he groaned when she pulled his tongue into her mouth, sucking gently. Keeping himself supported with his left arm, he trailed his right hand over her body, settling it between her legs. He wasn’t surprised to find her slick and ready for him, but he didn’t want to rush this. He would make her wait until she begged for the release she so desperately wanted.

“Someone’s eager,” he said, freeing his mouth from hers and slowly kissing his way back over her jaw and throat. She gasped when he pressed his tongue into the space above her collar bone and he chuckled low in his throat.

“This is what you do to me,” she said, practically breathless, arching into him as he moved lower, trailing feather-light kisses down her chest.

“I’ve noticed.” He brushed his lips across the mounds of her breasts. Her fingers went slack in his hair as he tended to one nipple, and then the other, licking and sucking at the sensitive bundles of nerves until they had stiffened to his satisfaction.

Gradually, he lowered himself to his knees, peppering her with kisses down the center line of her abdomen, out across the curves of her hips, before finally reaching her thighs.

“Kayde,” she said in a rough whisper as his teeth grazed the inside of her right thigh. Nothing was more erotic for him than hearing her say his name with such intense passion. If he could spend the rest of his life making her call his name like that, he would happily do so.

“Yes?” He kept his voice low, hoping the vibration against her skin would tease her further. It seemed to work, and she squirmed in place, her legs involuntarily closing around him. He pressed them back open, wider this time, and resumed his agonizingly slow descent.

Lips. Teeth. Tip of the tongue.

For serval long moments he teased her, inching closer to the place she longed for him to be, only to move away at the last second.

But she was good. She knew this game and stayed silent, save for the heavy, panting breaths she took. Oh, if she thought he would let her get away with that…

He watched her as he touched the damp heat between her legs, running his fingers over her with the lightest touch he could manage. Up, then down. Once. Twice. Three times. She shifted her hips, and he slipped inside of her for one quick moment.

“Tsk, tsk,” he chided her. “You’re getting impatient, Adrasteia.”

“You’re taking too long,” she said, and he heard the aching need in her voice.

“Mm. I know I am.”

“You’re a cruel man.”

“You asked for this,” he teased.

“I asked for you,” she said, pushing herself back up onto her elbows, her eyes finding his. The look of longing in her eyes was nearly enough to make him forget what he was intending to do to her. Nearly, but not quite. “Not to be tortured.”

“Lie down, Adrasteia,” he whispered.

“Kayde…”

“Lie. Down.” She did, and he rewarded her compliance.

Slowly, deliberately, he slipped a finger inside of her, sliding in and out until she was ready for him to add a second. Then, curling his fingers upward, he moved his hand, stroking her. It took only a moment before a low, soft moan escaped her lips, and he took that as a sign to increase the intensity of his ministrations. He returned his mouth to her inner thighs as he worked, biting gently on her tender flesh and allowing it to slip out from between his parted teeth.

Her hands found their way back into his hair and she guided him toward her middle, just above where his fingers pressed into her. He kissed her there, at her most sensitive point, and she sighed blissfully in response.

“So this is what you want from me,” he said, his lips brushing over her hot, wet skin. He didn’t wait for a reply before he buried his mouth in her, using his free hand to open her up to him, and pressing his tongue against her in just the right place. She cried out and quickly covered her mouth with her right hand, leaving the other to twist in his hair.

“No,” he said, reaching up to pull her arm down and uncover her mouth. “Don’t do that. I want to hear you.” He kissed her again and her fingers tightened in his hair. Closing his eyes, he let his tongue play over her; first in long, languid strokes, building the sensations slowly, then in quick, rapid bursts of pressure. With a sharp intake of breath, she arched her back, a long, low moan pouring out of her.

“Oh my god, yes,” she whispered, her voice strained. He felt her tighten around his fingers as he continued, bringing her closer and closer. “Yes, yes! Please, Kayde!” Her breathing was heavy and ragged. Her legs began to shake, the tension building inside of her – and then he stopped.

“Roll over.” The command came out in a ragged whisper. He stood up as she obeyed, turning onto her stomach. Taking her by the hips, he pulled her closer to him, and her feet found the rough wooden flooring.

She pushed herself off the bed, holding herself up as she shifted her hips back until she butted up against his thighs. His fingers dug into her hips as she wriggled against him. He leaned down, kissing her between her shoulder blades, just as she had done at the start. His need was evident as he pressed against her, the soft skin of her backside providing a tantalizing cushion.

He felt her heart racing in her chest as he cupped her breast, squeezing and massaging. Her head fell forward, and he kissed his way across her shoulders, raising goosebumps on her skin.

“God, you’re incredible,” he whispered, lips against her neck. “I just can’t resist you, no matter how much I try.”

“Then stop trying.”

“As my lady commands.” Trailing soft kisses down her back, he stood up slowly, his hand skating across her skin, from her breast down to her hip. Shifting back, he positioned himself between her legs, and pressed the head of his erection against her. She rocked her hips toward him and he slipped inside of her, slowly.

Words could not describe how she felt, and he gripped her hips to guide her back until he was buried in her completely. She moaned again as he filled her, clenching herself around him, and he drew a hissing breath. God damn, she was so wet. The knowledge that he had made her like this made him want her even more.

Tightening his grip on her, he pulled his hips back. “Ready?” he asked, not intending to wait for a response.

“Ye – oh!” He thrust forward as soon as she had started to reply, a low growl rumbling in his throat. She gasped, stumbling forward slightly as the force of his movement pushed her into the bed.

“Sorry,” he said with a small chuckle. “I guess it’s my turn to be impatient.”

“No,” she shook her head and shifted into a more stable position. “Keep going. Don’t stop.” Pulling back again, he repeated the motion, building a steady rhythm. She rocked back against him, taking him deeper. “Mmm, god, yes. Harder, Kayde. Please.”

Gritting his teeth, he surged forward, slamming into her with a groan of pleasure. “Damn it, Adrasteia,” he growled through his clenched teeth. “You feel so good.”

“Yes, just like that,” she said, as he thrust into her again. “Oh – oh my god.” Her breath came in gasps as he continued. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

She cried out, her voice a whimpered squeak, as he picked up speed. She held out her hand, reaching for him. Careful not to hurt her, he clasped his hand around her wrist and held her arm against her lower back, stabilizing her as he moved against her. The mattress slammed against the wall with each thrust.

“Ohhh, yes,” she sighed. “I’m so close, please keep going.” He focused all of his energy on maintaining his momentum, pulling back and thrusting into her hard and quick, the sound of their bodies coming together mingling with her ecstasy fueled moans.

She was breathing more rapidly, her body tensing as she neared her peak. He secured his grip on her, holding her tightly in place as he waited for her to climax around him, the sensation sure to push him over the edge. Just a little bit longer.

“Come on, Adrasteia.”

Three. He counted down silently, preparing for release.

Two. Her breath seized in her chest, her knees locking as she rose up onto her toes. “Kayde…” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

One more, he thought, as he pulled back one last time…

~~

There was a heavy knock on the door, and Kayde’s eyes opened slowly. His room was dim in the early morning light, the sun barely visible above the horizon. The knocking came a second time a few moments later. Kayde cleared his throat before trying to speak.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Wake up call, sir. As you requested.”

Ah. Right. “Thank you. Go get some rest.”

“Yes, sir.” Kayde could almost hear the guard salute before turning and walking away. He stayed still for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling. Next to him, the mattress was cool.

With a sigh, he threw off the sheets and sat up, swinging his legs to the side of the bed. The wooden floor was cold beneath his feet, but he had long since grown accustomed to it.

He stood up and leaned into a long stretch, working out the stiffness in his muscles. Crossing to his closet, he dressed quickly, tugging on his boots and running his fingers through his hair to coax it into place. Opening the door, he cast one last unnecessary look toward his empty bed, then stepped out into the hallway, securing the door behind him.

[nikx83]

At first sight (M!Kayden x mc)

Book: The Royal Masquerade

I have never written any fanfic before but wanted to give it a go. Missing TRM so I felt inspired to try and get Kaydens perspective on when he first met MC! Hope you enjoy! 😁

Characters owed by Pixelberry.

Kayden maneuvered around the mass of nobles keeping a close eye. As he passes snippets of mindless dribble filtered through his ears. He spots Queen Kendra making her rounds, slowly heading towards the throne room. He is aware of her holding a private audience with the lady from House Aster regarding her noble debut so has doubled the guard.

As he scans the crowd his gaze falls upon two ladies near the entrance in conversation. After watching for a few minutes from a distance his years of training picked up that the lady in blue was clearly not familiar with this court. Her eyes were everywhere, taking in every detail as if for the first time. He watched her as she said a friendly goodbye to her companion and then head to the banquet table.

As he approached closer he stopped in his tracks as another man engaged with her. Even in his sun mask his identity was far from hidden. Ever since he walked into the room women flocked around him like moths to a flame. Hunter Fierro, the Queen's favourite and resident philanderer. This lady was bound to have found his eyes. Not only was she out of place, she was beyond beautiful. Kayden hovers close by but not near enough to hear them. They talk briefly, Hunter clearly showing an interest before he takes his leave. Kayden can not help but feel relieved at his departure but shakes it off.

As he approaches her back is turned towards him. He notes the details of her finery. Her dress is not without well born decoration. It hangs off her delicate shoulders exposing her back. The royal blue colouring detailed with golden trimmings and jewellery makes it a dress of privilege. Her hair was the most glorious gold, emphasised by the candlelight brightening the room. It was weaved perfectly, resting on her shoulder. She truly was a sight to behold, with everything else around her seemingly melting away until all that was left was her.

As he stepped forward she turned abruptly, nearly walking straight into his chest. She looks up at him, a questionable expression on her face. Her eyes were the most vivid green that it took him a moment to realise he had better say something or she would think him peculiar.

'There are rumours of people sneaking in.'

She seems a little taken back by his abruptness. Subtlety was not his strong suit when it came to conversing with others.

'Funny that someone else in a mask would question my motives. I'm sure neither of us has anything but our faces to hide.'

'Then you shouldn't have a problem showing me your invitation.'

He observes a slight hesitancy before she begins to speak again.

'Someone else is holding it.'

'And who would that be?'

'Someone else I believe I said. Or did you not hear me the first time?'

He found her difficult but intriguing.

'I can't decide if your being cunning or coy.'

'Then I will leave you to deliberate in peace. If you'll excuse me..'

She begins to move away to the left of him to rejoin in the festivities when impulsion took over and he instinctly stands in her way.

'Wait! Would you like to dance'.

Even as the words leave his mouth he is in shock. He never lets pleasantries take over his call of duty. He is meant to expelling the intruders, which this lady undoubtedly was but he did not want her to go either. He wants to know who she is. She looks at him with confusion, and possibly a fraction of wonder.

'A moment ago you sounded suspicious of me. Now you're asking for my company?'

Although he wants to he doesn't let his guard down.

'Let's call it a pleasant way to keep my eye on you. Unless there was someelse you promised your dance to?'

She looks towards the edge of the dance floor, and as he follows her gaze he sees her sight falls on Fierro. A slight nervousness fills his stomach as if he is about to be dismissed.

'I'll dance with you.'

Relief replaces his anxiety but he quickly composes his thoughts.

'Wonderful.'

He lifts his arm ready to escort her, and she gifts him with an alluring side glance and smiles. Her touch is gentle when she takes his arm. He instinctly places his other hand on top of hers. She does not protest. They carry on holding to eachother as they pass Hunter.

'It was a pleasure to make your aqquintance, my lady.'

She nods.

'Perhaps we'll dance another time.'

'Until then enjoy your dance.'

Hunter turns his look to him, and with a straight face gives a respectful bow of the head and leaves.

The middle of the dance floor is filled with all types of high society. He can not help but feel a little misplaced, but again shows no signs of affecting him.

'You're popular tonight'.

'It's a nice change of pace.'

It was hard to think this as true, although he absolutely believed her. How could she not be swamped with admiration wherever she was to go?

They begin dancing and he sweeps her across the floor. While holding her hand the detective in him picked up years of writing on her fingers. Nobility only ever tended to write when they felt the need to. Most would have servants write their correspondence for them so they could galivant at events like this. These hands were working hands.

'You seen to know your way round a dance number.'

'Perhaps you're an excellent lead'.

'It would be the first time anyone has said that.'

He slowly puts his arm on her corset and dips her low. As he lifts her back her the sound of her laughing replaces the music bellowing off the walls. Although she does not look at him he smirks at the thought of making her smile, even for just a moment. She spins with him with eloquent grace, her hand gripping tighter to his shoulder, she pulls herself closer.

'Few move with so little effort.'

'One shouldn't belabor grace.'

He twirls her under his arm and stop facing one another. Their faces only inches apart, staring into her eyes and finding it impossible to look away, he knows what he wants to do but restraints himself.

'Who are you, really?'

'Tired of our game already?' she grins.

'Why play games at all when you can ask directly?'

'In that case I am a typical noble like yourself.'

'I'm not typical, nor are you.'

He eyes her intently in the hopes she would lower her guard.

'You can look as hard as you like. You won't find anything.'

He leans his head slightly forward.

'If you had nothing to hide I wouldn't be dancing with you.'

She looks away from him, her face seemingly less enthusiastic. Maybe he was to direct. Too regimental in his words. He had very little experience talking to women. He never really was interested in anything but making sure he did his best at his job. But she was different. As they danced through the motions but she was more lackluster than a few minutes ago. He wanted her to laugh again but was afraid she lost interest. The dance slows and people switch partners.

'It seems our dance is over. Yet I know nothing about you.'

She lets go of his shoulders and steps back. She shrugs at him in an almost sulking fashion. It is at the moment he knew he hit a nerve in the conversation.

'You had your chance.'

He knew if he let her go now that would be it. Going against everythinh that he has ever been trained to do he let a compulsion take over him and out once again. He steps towards her to gain the distance she put between them seconds before.

'I'd like one more.'

She does not move, inclining her head slightly to the side. He knew sge was trying to work him out just as must he wanted to know her.

'That's not something I have to give.'

'A bargain then. We continue a dance on a private balcony and can use the chance to discover the other.'

Eventhough he is wearing a mask he can not help but feel it is slipping. This was no longer an interragation to him. He knew from the moment he saw her it did not matter if she was invited or not. He could see that she was intrigued in the elite way of living and by what he had already gathered about her was not full of ill intentions. He wanted her for no other reason than he wanted her for himself. But yet again he gives nothing away to her and remains outwardly guarded.

Her eyes narrow and steps closer.

'Is this really about figuring out my identity? You seem to be going through a lot of trouble.'

'I'll admit there is something about you that I can't explain. I'm finding it hard to pull away.'

She leans towards him and whispers in his ear.

'I'll join you.'

For the first time in his life there was an unfamilar feeling in his chest when she uttered those words. It was overwhelming.'

'Follow me.'

[kcnnarys]

trm was super good and that final 30 diamond scene with kayde was one of the best ones of the entire app i said what i said

say it louder queen on god i will not rest until trm and kayden get the respect they deserve