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Against the Wall

Chapter 26

The king, queen, and their court took lunch out in the garden, and it seemed the moment Evelyn arrived, a penetrating silence fell. Determined to pretend nothing was amiss, Evelyn sauntered confidently to the long table, ignoring the queen's triumphant smirk and the king's hard gray eyes. She curtsied and wasn't surprised when Queen Donica graciously invited her to sit: acting the sweet and kind hostess would only further cast Donica in the most favorable light compared to Evelyn, deceiver of the king.

Evelyn ate with dignity, and after a tense silence, the volume slowly turned back up. The nobles chatted amiably with their king and queen, though Evelyn knew all eyes were on her. Whispers behind fans, snide giggles, searching glances - every loose-tongued noble would be talking about what had happened for the next year.

The queen, meanwhile, was in her element and never wasted the opportunity to make the whispers surge afresh by casually alluding to her fox slave and its whereabouts.

"In my chambers, of course, darling," the queen said to a haughty female sitting near her at the end of the table. She flashed Evelyn the briefest of nasty smiles before going on. "I do believe she is finally ready for playtime," she said, setting the tips of her fingers on the table and shrugging her shoulder up. "I have kept her in heat for weeks. Tonight, she shall give me what I have earned." She flashed Evelyn another smile, one of her brows angling up sharply.

"And then what, your highness?" the haughty female asked. "Certainly you won't let that fine pelt of hers go to waste?"

Evelyn's heart about stopped. She paused over her meal, spoon in paw.

The queen slowly smiled to see the horror Evelyn barely failed to hide. "Of course not, darling. I intend to make the most of Richard's generous gift. I do believe she will make a lovely pair of gloves."

The females laughed.

Evelyn set her teeth and pretended not to hear. She was sitting near the king, who kept watching her with solemn gray eyes. She knew the look on his face meant he wanted to speak to her, but pulling her aside now would be foolish, as it would only create more gossip and thus add fuel to the fire. He instead contented himself with eating his lunch and pretending to smile whenever the odd joke was cracked.

After lunch, the queen led the court in a game of croquet. Evelyn didn't think she had the stomach to join: she did not want to smile her way through another bout of sly verbal attacks from the queen. Not joining the game would be admitting her defeat, but Evelyn suddenly didn't give a damn. She was tired of games. She was tired of court. And she was tired of Queen Donica. She recycled her earlier excuse that "something she'd eaten wasn't sitting well with her" and wandered off to be alone in the garden. She didn't dare go back to her room. She didn't think she could face Decius and his questions, and he would certainly want to know what had happened. What's more, she was terrified the king would follow her there, and then she would have to face his accusations and - worse of all - his hurt.

Evelyn slipped along the bench-lined gallery, immense skirts swaying, and found a shady corner near the wall. Many trees and bushes hid her from view, and glad for a moment to let her mask slip off, she stood there in her blue gown, one paw on her belly as she examined a white flower growing from a bush. What was it like to be so simple a creature? And not live day to day with this riot of fear and love and pain?

"Evelyn?"

Evelyn closed her eyes and her throat tightened. She could hear King Bastian approaching. His boots thumped the stone pavement in steady rhythm, and then he was standing behind her, so close that the sweet musk of him filled her nostrils hard. She kept her back to him and lowered her eyes in the silence that followed.

"Aren't you going to speak to me?" the king said sharply.

"I don't quite know what to say."

"How about . . . I'm sorry?"

Evelyn stared miserably at the white flower, glad that she could not see his face. He sounded angry and sad and she hated that she had hurt him.

"I spent years believing you cared," he said behind her. "And you never disillusioned me. Is it true? You like females? Can you feel for a male? Can you love me? At all?"

"No," she whispered, her voice so tiny it startled her.

"Do I mean nothing_to you that you would do this to me? Make me _think you cared and then . . ." He halted angrily. "Like a fool, I assumed that even if you never came to love me, we would always be friends. I thought . . ."

"I was afraid," she muttered. "And I knew that so long as you thought I wanted you, you would do anything I asked."

"Tch. How lovely for you! The king's heartstrings around your wicked finger! And here I thought you were different, somehow better than the cows who sit in court backstabbing each other all day over trifles. But you're not different at all. I loved a lie."

Evelyn felt the tears spring hot to her eyes. Her voice was thick when she whispered, "B-Bastian . . ."

"Are you crying?" he said incredulously. "I'm sorry, but I thought I was the one whose heart had just been trod on. Why did you really come here? To claim that vixen? Is she your lover?"

"Yes."

"Ah."

Evelyn sobbed when he grabbed her shoulders and whipped her around. Her breasts trembled hard, the white cleavage smashing up from the low neckline of her gown as he pressed her to the wall and held her there by the arms. She sniffed quietly as the tears poured, slanted blue eyes wet as she looked up at him. His eyes were calm as they searched her, but what he was searching for, she couldn't tell.

"Why are you crying?" he whispered.

"Because you're right . . . I was wrong. I did a t-terrible thing to you."

"You did," he agreed darkly. "And what do you intend to do? Run away with that thing? The vixen?"

"Yes."

He cocked an eyebrow. "I've got you against the wall, haven't I? I could imprison you for this. You understand it could be viewed as treason, correct?"

Evelyn sniffed miserably and said nothing.

"You are free to go."

Evelyn stared at him. "Your m-majesty?"

"You heard me," he sneered and ripped one of the rings off his big fingers. He removed the smallest one: a sapphire ring with a gold band that had been on his pinky. She watched, sniffling with tears, as he took her small paw and slipped it on her slender ring finger. It was a perfect fit.

"I don't understand," Evelyn sniffed. Her pretty eyes darted uncertainly from the ring to his face and another tear escaped.

"The slaves will recognize this ring. Show it to them, and they will know that you are free to leave by my sanction. They will also know that you are free to take the fox. They will do anything you say."

Evelyn smiled uncertainly. "Oh, Bastian!" she whispered happily.

His gray eyes narrowed coldly. "Your. Majesty."

Evelyn lowered her eyes apologetically. "Your majesty . . ." she whispered.

"Tch. You come back here getting my hopes up yet again only to crush me utterly . . . and I still love you desperately." He shook his head, his golden tresses shifting around him. "I can't understand it."

Evelyn smiled at him sadly. "Love is not a choice, your majesty."

He touched her lip. "So it seems."

Evelyn lowered her lashes as that gentle thumb caressed her mouth. She cried out when the king suddenly reached with both paws under her skirts. "Your majesty!" she squealed when his paws found her backside, but he silenced her with a kiss. As their tongues wrestled, he pulled up her ballooning skirts, and she could hear him fumbling with his pants. Her bloomers were dragged down, pinning her tail to her leg as the cold air hit her hot sex. Breathless and eager, his kisses trailed down her neck to her cleavage as he lifted her, and with a grunt, punched himself in. She cried out as her enormous skirts crushed around them, arching her back against the wall as he braced one trembling paw against it and humped her in a frenzy.

Her lashes fluttered. Her mouth gasped. Her white curls started to come loose of the chignon. She hugged his neck as he grunted and fumbled to lift her higher. His paws were everywhere, frantic as his kisses. His hips jerked in rhythm as he punched up and in, sliding in the sudden moisture of her arousal. He was moving so fast and so hard, she was fairly bouncing on his erection. One of her breasts sprang free of her low neckline, plump, blushing, and jutting with a hard pink nipple. He licked and sucked it, then licked her neck to her eye in a line of fire. His fingers fumbled to get the chignon off, and her white curls tumbled free in a mass, bouncing around her gasping face as his thrusts jerked her up and down.

"Ah . . . Ah . . . Ah, oh god . . . oh . . . Bastian . . ."

"Evelyn," he whispered happily and rubbed his nose against hers. His eyes softened, and as he closed his mouth over hers in a kiss, he pressed in hard . . . and released. She felt the heat of his passion filling her and pulled her lips away to scream softly as the width of him stretched her taunt. He showered her face with lazy kisses and was surprised when she caught his mouth to hers in a breathless kiss. They kissed slowly, rolling their tongues in a wet embrace, heads twisting. The king nuzzled his nose in Evelyn's neck, and she sagged in his arms, deliciously tired and content.

"Such dreams I had of you," the king whispered. "I wanted to give you the world . . ." He set her on her feet, breathless and mussed as he looked at her.

Evelyn fumbled to tuck her breast away, fumbled to get her bloomers back up and her skirts back down. Her curls were everywhere and she just knew she was blushing. She wouldn't be able to return to the party. She had to leave right now. She backed toward a bench and sat heavily, breasts still heaving.

The king tucked his pink penis away and buttoned up his pants, still regarding her. "You should leave now," he said. "Take the fox and leave."

"Y-Yes," she agreed breathlessly.

"And Evelyn?"

"Y-Yes?"

He frowned sadly. She went very still when he drew close, but he only pinched her chin and lifted her face. After staring at her sadly a moment, he said softly, "Don't ever come back."