The Crown's Entrapment

Freya was taken aback by what she just heard Gideon say. And almost as quickly as she did as she was asked, the reality of what she had been doing slowly dawned on her. Immediately, her cheeks flushed red as she realized just how dangerously close she was to Gideon and that even her body felt like it was being ravaged by her actions.

[You seriously didn't even notice?!] Yal howled in laughter. [How are you that dense?!]

It had gone by all too quickly. Somewhere along the way, Freya must've gotten so into teaching Gideon one of her passions in life that all of her proper mannerisms and usual cautiousness went out the window. She had been so close to him, her breasts even pressing against his shoulders as she snaked her arms around his, her fingers intertwining with his as she did her best to teach him her art…

'O-Oh, dear… Why in the world didn't that click on me?!'

[Because you were so absorbed into your own world that it didn't even register in your head?] Yal teased.

[Quiet, you,] Freya growled in annoyance. [I'm feeling a lot of things right now, and annoyance is the last thing that I want to add into the mix!]

"Freya?"

She almost jumped from where she stood as she turned to face Gideon. Her heart hammered inside her chest as her mind oh so helpfully reminded her of how close they had just been with one another. Truly, even her own mind had a penchant for betraying her in the worst of times.

"Y-Yes?" she yelped.

"Are you alright?" Gideon asked, his earlier meekness replaced with worry as he stood up to check on her. "I… Did I offend you somehow?"

Freya blinked in protest as she quickly denied, "O-of course, not! Why would I be offended?!"

She inwardly grimaced at the loudness of her own voice, but she was way too flustered for her to quickly recompose herself. Add in the fact that Gideon was now the one initiating close contact, and her body was once again off doing its own thing in giving her these strange yet pleasant feelings of longing and lust.

Even now, her eyes kept lingering on his lips, her breath hitching as her wolf began throwing her one lewd image after the other.

[Not helping, Yal!] Freya complained.

[Hey, these might just do the desired effect and have you jump him already,] her wolf barked out in clear amusement. [You know you want to, so why bother with all this waiting for you to get to age? Clearly, you're both destined for each other.]

"Well, I did just kind of ask you to leave me alone," Gideon weakly replied, pulling Freya back to reality. "It's just… I can't… I can feel it…"

His words trailed off into the moonlight as the two of them just stared at each other, their eyes boring into each other's souls as the Mate Pull worked its wonders on their minds and soul. The tension between them was palpable, and Freya found herself gulping hard as her eyes drank in all that he had to offer.

Once more, images of what she wanted to do to him flooded her mind's eye, her traitorous imagination giving her possible glimpses of Gideon's body one after the other. It even gave her oh so helpful ideas as to what to do with him if she somehow ended up having him at her mercy. Her fingers clenched, her core starting to burn even as she forced it all down.

Still, something had to give against all of the tension that had built up inside her workshop.

"Y-You know… Pottery isn't the only thing I'm good at," she weakly offered, her voice almost coming out as a whisper. "Well, at least I think I am…"

"What is it, Freya?"

Taking a deep breath, she didn't know what came over her as she leaned in and gave him a kiss. It was short and sweet, but it was more than enough for the metaphorical tension brewing between them to melt as Gideon quickly reciprocated her advances.

"Mmmphh…"

With their fingers still caked in mud and clay, the two of them leaned in heavily against one another, their hands staining each other's cheeks as they both hungrily took in each other's scents.

"F-Freya… I…"

"Just… I think we both need this," Freya meekly interrupted him, her eyes already setting its sights towards her target. "Besides, it's my fault that you're having a hard time right now, right?"

Clearly, the innuendo landed right on the money as Gideon quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks burning red as he replied, "Y-Yeah… But we don't have to do this, you know. Like I said, I'm more than willing to wait until the Ritual of Marking."

"Uhm that," Freya awkwardly breathed, her mouth practically salivating despite her not really thinking about it. "But I think I owe you an apology for what I just did to you earlier…"

With her eyes blinking, she looked up to stare Gideon in the eye. His handsome face almost glowed against the moonlight, the lecherous part of her mind quickly supplying her with an act that really shouldn't have been the first thing that came to her.

Wordlessly, she quickly grabbed a basin of water along with a piece of cloth to clean the mudstains off Gideon's handsome face. Likewise, Gideon did the same to her, with the two of them thoroughly washing their hands clean.

Then she sat back down on her stool, her back sitting up straight in a way that she was now at eye level with Gideon's hips. He was still hard, and she could clearly see the bulge peeking out of his trousers.

She couldn't help but want to do something about it like maybe applying what she had learned from some of Jayra's books saying that it was one of the techniques that could help a woman make their man fully satisfied and attached to them.

Just the thought of what she was about to say made her heart skip a beat. After all, she was pretty sure that someone of her stature really shouldn't be doing something like this.

As if reading her mind, Gideon asked, "What is it, Freya?"

Gathering her courage alongside the lust burning through her body, Freya uttered the words that she never thought she would ever use. "C-Can I pull down your pants?"

Freya held her breath as she waited for him to respond. She could clearly see the desire burning in his eyes and her instincts simply took over as she moved to hold his pants.