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As Malleus crossed the threshold into the cozy, dimly lit room, he was immediately enveloped by the sweet, calming scent that he had come to crave. It was a fragrance that was both soothing and invigorating, like a warm embrace on a chilly day.
The aroma seemed to permeate every inch of the space, wrapping him in its comforting tendrils and drawing him deeper inside. With each breath, the fae felt the tension and weariness from his princely duties start to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.
The sound of his approaching footsteps caught the attention of the figure seated in the plush armchair, their eyes lifting from the book resting in their lap. A small smile played on their lips as they recognized the prince.
"Ah, it's that time again, I see," they murmured, setting the book aside and patting their lap invitingly.
“I’m ready for you, my prince.”
Malleus' tail swished back and forth with barely contained excitement, nearly knocking over an elegant side table in his haste to get to the waiting human. With a thump, he dropped to his knees beside the chair, carefully avoiding catching them with his horns as he nestled his head into their lap, releasing a deep satisfied sigh.
As those soft, soothing hands began to caress the sides of his head, Malleus' own hands moved to reciprocate the gentle touch. One large, clawed hand came to rest on a soft outer thigh, as the other reached behind to lightly brush against their clothed lower back before moving up and settling as his thumb began tracing gentle circles on their shoulder blade.
A low rumbling, almost purr, rose from deep within his chest as he moved his face to nuzzle his nose against their soft belly, greedily inhaling the captivating scent that he found so comforting and alluring. The tension and strain of his princely duties melted away under the ministrations of their skilled fingers, which now moved to gently massage the base of his horns.
"Feeling better?" they asked, their voice laced with affection.
Malleus gave a contented hum. "Almost..." he murmured, a hint of playfulness in his tone. "Praise your future king."
Their soft laughter filled the air, but they dutifully continued their petting, moving their hands to brush through his raven locks and scratch lightly at his scalp. Malleus' thick tail slid back and forth on the floor, a sure sign of his growing relaxation and contentment. In this peaceful moment, surrounded by the intoxicating scent and the soothing touch of his trusted companion, the powerful prince felt himself unwind, all of his kingly cares temporarily forgotten.
“You're a very powerful Prince...” They started. “Very smart, and you look after your kingdom and I so well.”