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Were you a mere mortal laying eyes upon Sonia Nevermind, you would see the epitome of a fairy-tale princess: a kind-hearted and fair young woman, with a deep love for her kingdom and its people. Perhaps then, along that line of thinking, you might picture her to be a reserved sort of lover: demure and shy, blushing at even the slightest touch.
But Gundham Tanaka was no mere mortal. And while it was true that even he had initially been bewitched by appearances, in time, as their bond began to strengthen, so too had his all-seeing eye’s power; and through it, he had bore witness to her very soul. While she was undeniably kind, and perhaps a touch naïve, a gentle and passionate darkness lurked beneath surface level. It fueled each and every one of her ramblings, from those of her kingdom’s traditions, to the occult. He could listen to her for a thousand years, and still find countless more qualities to adore.
Like how thoroughly her darkness had engulfed him, rendering the Supreme Overlord of Ice himself a mere peon to her shadowy queendom. Make no mistake of it—though he may have had her pinned to the wall like a primal beast, it was she who held the leash, hands tangled in monochrome locks, kissing him in that perfect way she knew always made his knees grow weak. In truth, Gundham fit the role of reserved lover better than Sonia ever could. And that, too, was a submission he dared not resist.
Why would he, when being at her mercy felt like such sweet fantasy?
In the end, though, Gundham found himself unable to keep up with her feverish affections. In a ploy to catch his breath, he ultimately broke from her sweet smile, which parted to breathless laughter as she combed through his unkempt hair. “You look so handsome right now, Gundham,” Sonia murmured. For once, Gundham could only swallow in response, feeling his heart thrum in time with his panting. “I worry at times that I may never have my fill of you. I do not wish to overwhelm you, but being with you, has... I-it has made me rather selfish!”
Selfish? ...Her? The one who effortlessly broke through all his carefully-crafted barriers, and bestowed upon him her gift of possession?
“What folly,” Gundham spat, pressing a hand to her cheek, and guiding it upward with his palm.
Like this, he could actively feel Sonia’s cheeks flare beneath his fingertips. “Gundham?”
“If being shackled to you was something I too had not desired, I assure you, I would have severed these chains long ago.”
Surely she could feel him trembling. But graciously, Sonia chose not to speak of it, mouth ever-so-slightly hung agape as he trailed kisses from the corner of her mouth to her jawline. Barely teetering on the edge, and desperately trying not to spill over. The expanse of her neck beckoned him, but he would resist: for it would be nothing short of treason to act without his queen’s orders.
That and, as much as he longed to worship her, he still wasn’t used to all of...this... He did not wish for his malefic powers to overwhelm him in his entrancement! And, ah... He was still very nervous.
“B-be as selfish with me as you wish. I’m the offspring of an angel and a devil; and what I am to you is no less than a pact-bound demon. Merely call to me, my Dark Queen, and I shall answer your beckons! That is, after all, the terms of our contract. Fuhahaha!”
Sonia blinked once. Then twice, completely silent. But just when Gundham started to worry that he’d said something out of turn, that glorious smile spread across impossibly soft lips once more, paired with starstruck eyes. Higher powers certainly took their time crafting her, that much was obvious. “Wow! You really are incredible, Gundham! Even in moments like these, you sound so cool!”
“I-is that so?” he practically choked out in response. He must have looked like a fool at present, blood red cheeks, yet too close to hide beneath his scarf. Sonia was the only one with eyes on him, however... And she seemed as content as ever.
Gingerly, her hand closed over his own, smaller fingers threaded between his larger ones. Then, she tilted her head, temptingly baring her neck. “Mhm! Now then, please, proceed. If I may be selfish shamelessly, then I admit... The longer we talk, the more I miss how your lips feel.”
Gundham chuckles. It’s audibly strained, and he cannot help but to cringe inwardly at the sound, but he still grants himself leeway. With how his heart leapt up to his throat, such cringeworthiness was only natural!
“Th-then, if I may...”
The first kiss he laid unto her skin was shy, experimental. Barely grazed her, and he realized that. That’s why the second had been much firmer. But, unlike the sounds he anticipated would leave her mouth in response... He was only met with a quiet giggle for his affections.
Hearing that was it for his poor heart. Gundham snapped; the hand at the wall wrapped frantically around her waist instead, pulling her taut against him. When the Ultimate Breeder returned to her neck, it was with a vengeance: he peppered every inch he could in his kisses, grin finding his lips as laughter erupted from Sonia’s. “Pfft—ahahaha! Gundham, that— That tickles! Haha!”
“Excellent!” he spoke between kisses. “Your laughter fuels my wretched power! Don’t hold back, Sonia. For me, laugh uproariously!”
And she did. And it was glorious. Tears clung to her eyelashes, and the lucky few that managed to escape would swiftly be kissed away. The pads of Sonia’s fingers dug softly into his hand, clamping down with a gentle pressure. Eventually though, once Gundham inevitably drew away to catch his breath, her touch loosened, as Sonia struggled between heavy breaths, and fits of laughter. “Th-that was... Haha... I cannot recall the last time I was tickled like that! It must have been when I was still very young...”
Gundham parted his lips to respond. But as the adrenaline began to fade, and the aftermath processed... The words ultimately left him.
She was stunning like this. Cheeks flushed, hair disheveled, and of course, still wearing that beautiful smile of hers... Gundham swallowed, hard. Was that what he looked like when she kissed him into oblivion, he wondered? He may have been biased, but she most certainly wore the look better than he ever could.
“Gundham? Are you alright?”
With nary so much as a word, his hand fell. From her cheek to the ribbon tied around her collar, which was swiftly loosened, as well as the buttons it hid away. Obvious nerves showcased within his flickering gaze and shaking hands, but still, Gundham persisted.
He...needed this. He understood primal instinct better than anyone, being a caretaker of beasts that exhibited such things himself. Yet before her, he had never experienced such earthly desires for himself. There was no one like Sonia for him; no one who he craved above all else, who he wished to claim in turn, as she did him. He never imagined he could feel this way for anyone. But... Sonia Nevermind was no mere mortal. She was a woman beyond compare. Someone who would be revered for generations to come upon her ascension to the throne, he was certain. The title of Ultimate Princess hadn’t been bestowed out of pity, after all. She earned it, just as she earned the vulnerability he showcased to her, and her alone.
He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Not when the love he felt for her filled his heart near to bursting. Tugging her collar away from her neck, Gundham dove into the flesh it unveiled, taking skin betwixt his lips, and sucking at it. Sonia shuddered in response, grasping at fistfuls of his hair to steady herself. Gundham grunted in response, enjoying that... Maybe more than he ought to have.
“Oh...! Gundham, that feels...”
Whatever sweet praises she planned to gift him would have to wait for another day. Unintentionally, he cut her off by sucking harder; she gasped in response, and Gundham waited one, two, three seconds thereafter before releasing her with an audible ‘pop’, and a desperate gasp for air. He’d unleashed all of his power right then and there... Now, they were truly pact-bound. Gundham drew away from her, admiring his handiwork. His adoration manifested in a stunning purplish marking, that easily stood out from her fair, porcelain skin. It suited her well, his branding. He couldn’t help but smirk as he drank in the sight of it, prideful beyond human comprehension. She belonged to him, just as he did her. This mark proved it. It was fresh. Obvious...
...Too obvious.
The consequences of his actions hit him over the head at that realization, and even though it was completely unnecessary, Gundham jumped a good foot away from her in shock. Somehow, the self-proclaimed overlord managed both to flush and pale all at once, and he practically ripped his scarf away from his throat, to provide an apologetic cover. His marking was shameless. The opposite of what she presented herself to be, and something that often rose to her mind. What sort of partner would he be, to make her fend alone against her own anxieties? “H-here,” he said, unable to meet her gaze. “This will help conceal our contract...”
Upon finishing and finding the strength to meet her gaze once more, Sonia blinked up at him, as though waking from a deep trance. Then, that smile returned, even more triumphant and exuberant than before, somehow. She raised her hand to her face, striking a pose not so dissimilar to one he himself would. “I am now transformed! No longer am I merely the princess of Novoselic! The one who stands before you now is Sonia Nevermind, Princess of Ice! Hahaha!”
Gundham grinned, feeling his heart squeeze in response, then promptly skip more beats than he knew was healthy. He’d... Worry about that later. “Hm... That’s a nice line. Are you intending to overthrow me as Overlord?”
“No, not at all!” Sonia giggled, resting her hand against his cheek. “But I would love to rule alongside you. And I thought, for my first line of action as a co-ruler, I could repay the favor for what you have given me?”
With precisely how red his face burned in response, he’d immediately regretted giving her his scarf, as his fingers clasped over nonexistent fabric. Thankfully, he wouldn’t be without it for long; for with the countless brandings she left on him in return, it found its way back home before the end of the night, sparing prying, undeserving eyes from claims they could only dream of.