I Became The Extra King With Seven Wives-Chapter 12: Regina [1] R-18

After lunch, I retreated to my quarters and gave strict orders not to be disturbed.

I had an important task ahead of me.

I sat at my desk, pulled a stack of blank sheets toward me, dipped my quill in ink, and began to write.

Not love letters to my seven wives of course.

I was writing the script. The plot of the Game set in this world.

It was bizarre to think about whether I had grown up in a game world or been transported here.

It didn’t matter though.

What mattered was the advantage.

I knew the future.

I knew the protagonists.

I knew the villains.

I knew the hidden items and the arcs.

I knew everything up until the end of the Academy Arc at the very least, the very first arc of the game. An annoyingly long part that had consumed way too many hours of my previous life.

I wrote fast, desperate to get everything down before the memories faded or blurred. Sometimes I would stare blankly at the ceiling for minutes, mining my brain for specific details, names, dates, weaknesses, before scribbling them down.

Every detail counted.

I mean, my life was on the damn line here.

Ten sheets filled. Then twenty. My hand moved on autopilot, cramping but refusing to stop.

I realized I had never written this much in my life, not even for school. Funny how game lore stuck in the brain like glue while history dates slipped away like water.

The afternoon moved away. I missed dinner. Lenora knocked at one point, but I told her through the door that I will eat later and they should eat themselves.

Finally, when the moon hung high and silver in the window beside me, I put down the quill.

"This should be all I remember for now," I muttered, staring at the stack of paper.

This stack of papers, I needed to make most of it and do it smartly.

I would never let Helios become the ruin it was in the Game. I would never let my bloodline, my father’s legacy, be trampled by those bastards.

Knock. Knock.

"Your Majesty, your dinner."

They brought it to me it seems.

Good.

I was starving.

"Come in," I called out, quickly arranging the papers and sliding them into the top drawer of my desk. I locked it.

I stood up and stretched, my spine cracking satisfyingly. I hadn’t even noticed night falling.

I turned around to head toward the door and blinked surprised..

I thought it would be Alice.

It wasn’t.

It was Regina.

She came through the door quietly, pushing a silver cart, its surface laid out with dishes, bowls of fruit, polished cutlery arranged neatly.

But the food was not what stopped me mid-step.

She wasn’t wearing her servant’s dress.

No stiff bodice, or corset or tunic. Instead, she wore a white sleepwear gown, thin and unguarded. The fabric draped loosely over her frame, soft enough to hint at the gentle curves beneath, clinging just slightly where her body warmed it. The neckline dipped low, not brazenly, but enough to bare her shoulders, creamy and smooth.

Her hair was undone as well. Copper hair waves spilled freely down her back, and framed her face instead of being pinned away for duty as she was just earlier. It made her look ever more charming somehow.

"Your dinner, Your Majesty," she said with a hint of smile.

My heart skipped outright at the sight of her like this.

"Dinner," I repeated.

"Dinner, Your Majesty," she repeated, nodding slightly, her gaze drifting away a bit whether she was doing it intentionally to turn me on or not, it did turn me on though.

Anyway...

I would have been a fool not to understand what was happening.

She hadn’t wandered in like this by accident. She hadn’t forgotten herself and rushed in before sleep, flustered and unaware. This was a choice, carefully made, nervously carried through.

I took a step closer. "What did my mother tell you?" I asked her.

"The Queen told me that I should be delivering the dinner for Your Majesty if I wanted it," Regina replied. She still didn’t look at me, her fingers tightening briefly around the cart’s handle. There was shyness there, yes, but also seriousness.

If she wanted it oh?

My Dear Mother.

A smile spread across my face as I lifted the cover from a bowl and plucked a berry between my fingers.

"And I suppose you wanted it," I said, bringing it to my mouth and biting down, tasting sweetness burst across my tongue.

"I do," she said softly.

Then she lifted her gaze.

"More than anything, Your Majesty."

She said and despite the seriousness in her gaze there was also a hint of vulnerability.

This girl was already driving me mad, not with bold gestures, but with the seriousness and shyness in her eyes, the way she stood her ground even as a flicker of nervousness was in her eyes. For a servant, she was also remarkably assertive by the way.

I reached for another piece of fruit, this time a deep purple grape, its skin taut and shining. Instead of eating it, I stepped closer to her, close enough that I could feel her warmth, see the faint rise and fall of her chest beneath the thin gown.

I lifted my hand and brushed my thumb against her lips.

They were soft, softer than I had expected, naturally pink, warm under my touch. Regina looked up at me then, really looked, her clear blue eyes wide and bright, fixed on my face as if she were readying herself for whatever might come next.

It would all depend on me.

My thumb pressed gently, pulling her lower lip down just enough to expose the slightest hint of moisture. She inhaled slightly and then, without breaking eye contact, she parted her lips and drew my thumb into her mouth.

The sensation sent a jolt through me, as I felt the subtle pressure of her lips closing around my skin. She sucked lightly, hesitantly, as if testing how far she could go.

"Here," I said, pressing the grape against her lips.

She opened for it, teeth grazing my thumb as the fruit slid between them. When she bit down, juice burst free, spilling into her mouth, staining her lips, a thin trail escaping at the corner and running down toward her chin.

I caught it instinctively with my index finger, brushing her skin, then traced the dampness back across her lips. Before I could pull away, Regina reached up and grasped my wrist. She guided my finger back to her mouth and took it in, lips sealing around it as she sucked, coating my skin with her warmth and saliva.

All the while, she kept her eyes on mine.

Something in me broke into a wide, unguarded smile. I felt a spark of excitement I hadn’t known in years. In Daniel’s life, I had been with dozen of women, beautiful and willing, skilled in all the expected ways but none of them had ever looked at me like this.

Regina was beautiful, yes, but it was more than that. She was innocent without being naïve, assertive without losing her softness, nervous and bold all at once.

As she continued to suck my finger, her beautiful lips moving with a hesitant pace that was rapidly losing its innocence, I slowly withdrew my index finger from her mouth. It came away glistening and coated in her saliva, a thin string clinging for a heartbeat before breaking. I didn’t pull back far. Instead, I brushed that same finger along her cheek, caressing her gently.

I bent toward her.

Regina answered instantly, as though she had been waiting for permission. Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes resting against flushed cheeks, and she tilted her head up, chin lifting, lips parting in quiet expectation. I pressed my mouth to hers, slow at first, my lips sealing over her damp ones. The scent of crushed grape lingered between us, mixing with the warmth of her breath.

"Your Majesty..." She whispered when I pulled back.

I didn’t give her time to say anything more.

My arm wrapped around her back, pulling her against me, and I kissed her again, harder this time, deeper. My mouth devoured hers, lips pressing, and moving with pure desire. Regina gasped softly into the kiss.

"Mmhh~"

Her hands came up to my chest, fingers clutching at my shirt. I continued to kiss her, refusing to let her breathe, my lips working hers open, my tongue tracing, licking, then nipping lightly at her lower lip before drawing it between my teeth.

"Aaahh~" She moaned slightly, the sound slipping out broken and breathless as I continued teasing her swollen lips.

But I wasn’t finished with her mouth.

"Open your mouth," I whispered against her lips.

She obeyed instantly.

Her lips parted, revealing the soft pink of her tongue, trembling. I didn’t hesitate. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, invading her warmth without mercy.

"Mmnhh!!"

Regina’s eyes flew open, wide with shock, as my tongue thrust inside her, exploring, and sliding against the wet heat of her mouth. I tangled with her tongue, then forcing it to move with mine, teaching her through insistence what to do. I sucked gently, then harder, drawing soft muffled sounds from her as her body reacted faster than her mind could follow. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Mmm—mmhm! Mmhhh~"

Her fingers clenched tighter against my shirt, that I thought for a moment, she was going to rip it.

French kiss was clearly unexplored territory for her. She didn’t quite know how to respond at first, her movements were awkward, and nervous, but pleasure softened her resistance.

But slowly, instinct took over. Her tongue began to move with mine, shy at first, then melting, surrendering, letting me guide and help her feel more than an ordinary kiss could give her.

Regina’s face was fully flushed now, cheeks burning, lips swollen and shining. When I finally broke the kiss and pulled back, it was only after far too long.

"Ahh... aaah... mmm... aaah..."

Regina gasped desperately for air, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Saliva coated her lips, a thin trail slipping down to her chin, and her eyes, those clear blue eyes were hazy and teary. Still, she looked up at me, clearly showing me she was fine and wanted more.

I smirked at the sight.

I guided her backward without a word, repositioning us until she was standing directly in front of the bed behind her. At first she looked confused, glancing over her shoulder when she felt the mattress brush the back of her knees. Understanding dawned a second later. She turned back to face me, and despite her flushed face and trembling breath, she smiled.

It was the same smile she wore when she filled my glass but slightly different.

"Please, Your Majesty..." She said.

Her hands rose to her chest, fingers working at the laces of her gown. She loosened them slowly, the fabric parting to reveal more and more of her skin. Then she lowered her sleeves, letting the gown slip down her arms, over her body, until it fell to the floor at her feet.

She stood before me completely naked.

"Show your humble servant your love."