The Queen's Cure

Author note: There is some sexual stuff in this chapter. Enjoy the story and please leave a review!

Characters: Logan, Jasper, The Hero of Brightwall, Elliot

Warnings: None

 

Logan paced back and forth through his chambers as he massaged his temples, thinking of the tasks of today. Jasper had made sure everything was in order for the king to leave, but first he had to officially decide what to do with the old bridges in Mistpeak Valley. The day hadn't even started yet and he already had a headache. He grabbed his clothes from the mannequin and dressed himself before sitting down on his bed. He was going to find a cure and make his little sister better. She would be the queen again, sitting on the throne where their father used to tell them stories about his adventures as a hero. Logan ran a hand through his hair, thinking about his father and sister. Both heroes, adventurers and the two most kind people Logan had ever met. He was more like his mother. Curious, playful and he loved the luxury lifestyle. He wouldn't be a hero's son if he didn't know how to fight, though. He could definitely handle himself in battle and was a born leader. No one could deny that, if they could only remember his first years as a king. Of course they didnt, they only thought of him as the tyrant in between two kind and great rulers.

The two heroes of the family. One dead, the other mad. His joyless laughter broke the silence and he stood up with the intention to go outside so he wouldn't have to deal with these painful thoughts anymore.

When he walked past his mirror he stopped to check his hair, like he always did. It was just one of those old habits that remained from when he was still a teenager.

His hair looked great, however, his face did not. He sighed, rubbing his hands over it, even though he knew it wouldn't make him look any less tired. The dark circles surrounding his eyes were worse than ever and his skin was pale, making his scar even more visible. Even his frown seemed deeper than normal, which explained his headache. He was so stressed since they found his sister, he just needed to relax before going to the throne room. His brown eyes wandered over his body as his hands slid down to his chest, slender fingers unstrapping the armour before tossing it aside. His shirt followed quickly and Logan stared at the pale skin of his own chest.

 

Someone knocked on the door of the princess' chamber. “Rose?”

She recognised the voice, but didn't know who it belonged to. She didn't want any visitors so she didn't answer. It was not like she would have been able to open the door anyway, because they locked her in. She didn't want to see anyone until she got what she had requested. She needed to write down everything in casee she had another black out. In case the black outs brought back memories she had forgotten about.. “Rose? Are you awake?” The voice called again. “Rose, please let me in. I want to see you.” the voice pleaded. She just ignored it and stared out of the window from behind the small desk. “Rose” she softly repeated, saying it the same way the voice outside her door had done. The man had said her name like they were very familiar with each other. Like lovers maybe. Were they? Was he that handsome man she saw when she was rescued?

The door opened and the old man coming in startled her. “Princess, I got the paper and ink you requested.” She just nodded, not looking at him. “Thank you. Jasper, right?”

The man nodded. “Yes miss. I used to be your butler and if you wish, I will continue serving you during these hard times.”

She wasn't sure she could trust this man, but so far he was the only one who treated her like an adult. “Thank you, Jasper. I would like that. I could use some company sometimes.”

Jasper decided to stay a while, now that the princess was approachable.

 

Elliot was waiting outside when Jasper opened the door to exit the Princess' chamber. “How was she? Did she ask about me? Does she remember anything yet? Oh please Jasper, tell me she is getting better.” The young man was worried about his wife, but he was driving Jasper crazy with his constant stream of questions.

“Please, Elliot, calm down. Rose is still not feeling well and she still doesn't remember anything. Logan is going to find a cure, he will leave today so I am sure she will get better soon.” Elliot took a deep breath and nodded understandingly. “Of course, I am sorry Jasper. I am just too worried she will never remember me and fall in love with someone else.”

“She did ask me about one of the men who rescued her. I wasn't sure who she was talking about but it must have been you. She has fallen for you once, sir, and I am sure she will do so again. You have been lovers ever since you were 16 years old.”

Elliot smiled. “Yes, I am sure you're right. Thank you, Jasper.”

The usually well dressed Logan was still standing in front of the mirror. His armour and shirt were on a heap on the floor next to him. His hands slid down to his chest again, softly touching his bare skin. The slender fingers of his right hand ran over the soft skin of his neck and gently rubbed his shoulders. He started massaging them with firm but gentle movements and he closed his eyes. It had been months since the last time he had felt hands on his skin. Even his own hands had been too busy with other things. He walked over to the big bed and sat down on it, thinking of a paif of soft hands massaging and relaxing him.

He shut his eyes again and let out a relaxed sigh. He couldn't remember ever feeling this good and he let himself fall down onto the bed, the soft red pillows and blankets surrounding him and almost hugging his tense body. The hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck and gently massaged his head. The fingers ran over his cheek and jawline, then down to his adam's apple, and only stopping when they reached his chest. The other hand went back up to his neck and shoulders, while the right one continued to move down to his stomach, only fingertips now. The fingers teased the skin surrounding his belly button, running over the thin line of hair and exploring the feeling of his slightly trained abdominal muscles.

He felt his mind drifting away on the amazing feeling of the massage and his hand moved down to the growing bulge in his pants. Now his other hand moved away from his shoulders towards his chest, raking his nails over the skin and flicking one of his nipples. The bulge in his pants grew bigger under the hand that softly and almost teasingly massaged it. Logan pushed himself not to take of his trousers yet, even though he caught himself bucking his hips already. His fingers followed the length of his shaft down to his balls and gently squeezed them. While moving back to the tip of his erection, his other hand quickly undid the buttons of his trousers. He quickly kicked them aside, eager to touch himself without any restraints, and wrapped his fingers around the shaft of his heated cock. He groaned and licked his lips, one hand gripping his balls and the other stroking his erection. He let out a desperate moan as he ran his thumb over his frenulum. His hand sped up and his scarred lips parted, a low groan escaping his mouth. A blush crept over his face when he thought of the people who could hear him and he couldn't hold back another desperate moan. He was nearing his climax and his hips bucked wildly, pushing his cock harder into his fist. He gripped his balls tightly with the other hand and slowed down his pace, not wanting to end it too soon. He wiped some of the pre-cum off of his stomach and brought his fingers to his parted lips, tongue flicking out to taste his own juices. His hand returned to his cock and he gasped when he almost came just from the light touch of his fingers brushing the tip. He licked his lips and wrapped his fingers around the hard flesh, bucking his hips without moving his hands, finally allowing himself to masturbate to an orgasm, but before he could finish someone knocked on his door. He ignored it and hesistantly continued stroking his throbbing dick.

Another knock on the door. “Your majesty, Jasper asked me to tell you your sister is.. approachable. He thought you might want to see her before your appointments.”

Logan sighed. “Yes, thank you.”

Logan quickly got himself dressed again, his trousers uncomfortably tight around his still throbbing dick. There was no way he could do something about that before leaving his chambers and he left with an disgruntled expression on his face, which looked a little less pale now.

 

I'm so sorry for not allowing him to have an orgasm yet.. but it is part of something bigger, I promise! I hope you enjoyed it, and please don't forget to leave a review! let me know what I can do better next time :)