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Fount didn't sleep very often, why would he need to? He was baked to be a constant guide and resource to all of Cookiekind. It wouldn't make sense for someone with such a large role to require the same needs of an average Cookie.
Despite this, the emissary would rarely allow himself a moment of rest from time to time. Not that his dreams were anything exciting, but slumber served as a moment of peace from his duties.
And that wasn't meant to change once he began visiting the Faerie King, Viridescent Daydream, but the fae was adamant about Fount getting rest. Almost to an annoying degree.
More times than he could count, Fount would be completely immersed in his studies in the dead of night, writing up scrolls upon scrolls of new Knowledge he obtained from his time in the Faerie Kingdom. Then all of a sudden, that damned king would appear, whispering oh so gently into his pointed ears.
"Come to bed, my milkcrown…"
Fount wanted to protest, to argue or try to run off, but every time the fae said those simple words, he would immediately become extremely drowsy. It didn't make any sense, he never felt physically tired, and yet it would happen the moment Viridescent spoke into his ears.
Afterwards, he was swiftly carried in the king's arms and into his bedroom. His room was covered head to toe with colorful flora and elegant vines, and his bed was almost as soft as the cotton candy clouds created by the Bringer of Happiness.
It was embarrassing how quickly Fount drifted off to sleep the moment his head hit the pillow, and he would always find that his dreams were more interesting when he slept with the faerie.
It was a different story the moment he awoke, however.
For some reason, the emissary always felt sore in a particular area. A soreness that he only felt after he would have sex with Viridescent. But Fount didn't fornicate with the king on those nights, at least he doesn't think he did…
Nothing left Fount's memory, He was the embodiment of Knowledge after all. He wouldn't forget a sexual encounter of all things. So, what was the meaning of this?
Surely Viridescent wasn't having sex with him while he was asleep…Right?
Fount wanted to believe that he was overthinking things, but the thought just didn't go away. He had to know, but it would be too bold to just ask the king up front. Anyone would be offended by such an accusation.
So, Fount decided to test Viridescent without him knowing. The next time the fae would come to see him, he would fake being tired before the king could cast his spell.
If being an emissary had taught Fount anything, it was that he knew exactly how to play a role.
The clock chimed as its arm hit 3AM.
Fount was within the Faerie Library, documenting his recent findings on Yeast Spores. They're common around the Faeriewood, and they came in all types of different variations that Fount just had to write about them.
Sheets of parchment covered the small desk the emissary was working at. Some were rolled up, others floated in the air, and a few were accidentally stained with azure ink as an endless rush of Knowledge was poured onto them with each scratch of Fount's pen.
Fount would have gladly kept going until sunrise, but the gentle and predictable taps of Viridescent's staff approaching reminded him that all of this was simply the first act of his performance, and the real show was just about to begin.
"Up late working again, my Fount?" Viridescent spoke, the wings on the back of his head gently flapped when Fount met his gaze.
"It's my duty after all. You know I can't disappoint the Witches." The emissary replied as he took a sip of his tea, only to find that it had long gone cold at this point. His face scrunched accordingly.
"Surely they wouldn't mind if you took a break, I see bags beneath your precious eyes…" Viridescent said as he stepped closer, his hand cupped Fount's cheek and his thumb rubbed soothing circles below his eye. Presumably to point out the dark circle under it.
Fount has had those eye bags for years now, they gave him character. But now was not the time to argue.
"I suppose you're right." Fount agreed, noting the subtle shock from the king upon his fast compliance. "Perhaps I should take a moment to rest."
Viridescent smiled as his warm palm left Fount's cheek and clasped the other's hand. "Come rest in my room, then."
"Is there any reason why you keep dragging me to your room?" Fount inquired as he rose from his chair. "You gave me my own."
"You deserve the best bed in the kingdom, my dear." Viridescent cooed, "Now come!"
Before Fount knew it, the two were already making their way out of the Library and through the quiet halls of the Kingdom. The king hummed a soothing tune as if he wasn't practically running to his room, Viridescent's fascination with slumber was always perplexing.
Once the two made it to the fae's chambers, Viridescent pulled Fount down onto the ridiculously soft sheets. He wasn't even given a chance to marvel at the room's atmosphere as it was bathed in moonlight…Or most importantly, change out of his clothes.
The emissary attempted to sit up, but the king guided him back down. He wrapped his arms around Fount and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, right where his birthmark was.
"Why are you running away, my love?" Viridescent asked as he ran his fingers through Fount's sparkly hair. "You agreed to rest."
"At least let me change first!" Fount argued as he tried to squirm out of the fae's hold, but he was stronger than he looked. "Viridescent!—"
The king proceeded to hush him as his fingers combed through his hair. "Sleep, my milkcrown..."
Fount suddenly felt his eyes begin to lid as an abrupt fatigue engulfed his body. No, this wasn't how this was supposed to go! Fount had barely protested, and yet he was still being forced to sleep.
The emissary tried to keep his eyes open as much as he could and his mind sharp, that damn nickname must have been the trigger to whatever spell Viridescent was using. An odd decision, since the king still used that name when it was day time and Fount would be fine.
"N-noh…" Fount mumbled groggily, his efforts to stop his consciousness from slipping were beginning to fail. "My…Robes…"
"Don't worry, my love." Viridescent reassured the other, "I'll take care of that~"
The vines that littered the walls suddenly came to life as the fae waved his hand, the plants began to lift Fount's robes over his head. Fount could faintly feel the vines twisting around his thighs as they pulled away his midnight stockings. Once his body was left bare, Viridescent called off the vines, and they returned to their positions on the walls.
Fount would have felt embarrassed by his nudity if his vision wasn't beginning to blur. The last thing he saw before he dozed off was the sight of Viridescent's face, he looked quite pleased with himself, Fount wasn't sure why. Before he could speculate, his mind went blank.
And he fell asleep.
…
All of a sudden, Fount was standing within the Spire of Knowledge. Dozens of Cookies stood in front of him, asking a multitude of questions.
"Fount of Knowledge, why do the seasons change?"
"Fount of Knowledge, how do I fix my broken window?"
"Fount of Knowledge, could you explain how to use this spell?"
Repetitive, even in the safety of his dreams, his life was repetitive. Every answer he gave was met with 5 more questions in turn. It was maddening.
He wished they would all just shut up. Why couldn't they go and find their own answers if they wanted them so badly? Why was it that Fount had to be the only Cookie on Earthbread who had to carry such a burden?
If only he could run away, forfeit his title and Soul Jam and just live a normal life. Or at the very least, have someone by his side who could support him, debate with him, hold him when he couldn't answer his own questions. Someone who could console him when he needed to be…
"Such troubled dreams…No wonder you're so stressed."
Fount blinked, and found himself in the lap of Viridescent. They were surrounded by the forest of the Faeriewood, the countless flowers around them shining brightly beneath the moon's gaze.
All the pain and anxiety practically dissipated the moment Fount looked back at the king, his warm gaze made Fount feel so…relaxed.
"Such a beautiful thing you are…" Viridescent cooed, his fingers combing through the emissary's starry locks just like he had prior. "As soft and divine as a milkcrown, yet as bold and brilliant as a shooting star."
Fount was more than used to the sweet nothings the king would purr into his ears when they were alone, but for some reason, these words were causing his face to flush deeply. He was sure this was all just a dream, yet what he was feeling felt so real…
"I worry about you, dear Fount." Viridescent whispered as a small frown graced his lips. "I worry that one day, you'll stress yourself out until you wilt…"
Fount attempted to open his mouth to reply, but before he could speak, he suddenly felt a finger graze his clit.
Fount let out a soft groan in response to the pleasure before Viridescent began to glide his warm fingers in between his glistening folds. Since when was his hand on his—?
"You deserve a moment of rest, my love~" Viridescent purred, his digits collecting the building slick and inching towards the emissary's hole. "Let me do all the work…"
Fount gasped as the fingers slowly pushed into his entrance, before they gently retracted. The digits then continued to move in and out of his hole, various wet sounds paired themselves with Fount's labored breaths.
"That's it…You're being so good for me~" The fae praised, his fingers curled upwards against a specific spot that caused Fount's breath to hitch. His vision flashed white as pleasure surged throughout his dough. He didn't even know that was a possibility within a dream.
Viridescent always knew where to touch, he somehow managed to always find the places Fount was most sensitive in, even the ones that the emissary wasn't aware of. It was humiliating to admit it but Fount was loving this, the way the king's fingers always found his G-spot, the way he would alternate between a curling motion to a scissor-like one…It felt so intoxicating.
The fae abruptly pulled his fingers out of the emissary's drooling hole and began to rub circles against his neglected clit instead. Fount shamelessly moaned as Viridescent played with the bundle of nerves. Intense sparks of pleasure began to cloud Fount's thoughts.
"Are you close, my milkcrown?" Viridescent asked softly, Fount wasn't even aware he was so on edge until the king posed that question.
Fount nodded his head, he was in so much ecstasy that he couldn't even form words, tears pooled at the corners of his eyes as he felt a strong twist in his gut.
"Go on, cum for me~"
Almost as if on command, Fount sobbed as his orgasm crashed into him. His cunt twitched and throbbed as a milky white liquid shot out of him and splashed onto the ground below. Viridescent's fingers didn't stop circling the emissary's clit, dragging out the orgasm for as long as he could.
When Fount finally came down from his high, the fae leaned down and kissed his forehead. Yet something about the sensation of it felt off…
It felt real, too real.
Fount blinked in confusion, he suddenly felt something prodding at his entrance again. It wasn't Viridescent's fingers, it was something bigger, but when Fount looked down at his fluttering crotch, nothing was there.
Someone was touching him while he was asleep, just like he had speculated before. Wait, was Viridescent—
…
Fount abruptly awoke, but he didn't open his eyes.
His body felt heavy and sensitive, as if he had actually came before. Considering his circumstances, that wasn't out of the question.
The emissary felt something large and warm split him in two, the flesh pierced him so deeply that it was pressing against his womb. Fount suddenly heard Viridescent let out a shaky breath, his face was closer to his ear than he thought.
"So tight…Even after I stretched you out." The king whispered as he slowly drew his hips back. It wasn't long until Viridescent slowly sank back into his heat again. Fount was trying so hard not to make any noise, but he was still so sensitive from before.
Despite the slow pace, Viridescent's shaft was still managing to overstimulate the emissary. It kept hitting that same spot that caused Fount's vision to go blank before, and it just felt so big…
"Mmh~ You’re squeezing around me so tightly…" Viridescent cooed, his hands lowered to hold Fount's plump hips. "You feel like heaven, my milkcrown."
An intense spark of pleasure suddenly bloomed within Fount, he softly whimpered at the abrupt sensation. What was it with that name that was causing him to act so strangely?
Viridescent's pace began to speed up a little, and his thrusts somehow began to pierce even deeper than they already were. Fount struggled to keep himself quiet, teardrops began to fall from his eyes from the overstimulation. But the king didn't slow down at the sight of the tears, he only leaned in and kissed them away instead.
Perhaps this exact series of events was more common than Fount had known.
"It's so hard to keep myself away from you." Viridescent groaned, "Oh, how I wish to make love to you at every waking moment…"
Fount faintly sensed the king's wings fluttering as he leaned down to kiss his throat.
"You're so divine, my milkcrown. I love you so much…" Viridescent murmured, one of his hands let go of Fount's hips and began to rub his clit again.
Fount let out a shaky moan, he was trying to contain it, but at this point it was a fruitless effort. All the sensations were so intense, even thinking straight was beginning to become a chore.
"I'll fill you up so nicely." Viridescent babbled on, "I'll make sure that you take, and then I'll make you my queen."
His what?!
Those words were so outrageous, Fount almost dropped the sleeping act all together. He couldn't be his queen, he was the Fount of Knowledge! He is a deity created by the Gods themselves, what was this fool on about?! Did he truly believe that Fount would ever agree to—
"So tight…You must be close again, aren't you my milkcrown?"
Ugh not this again, Fount was still trying to process the insanity the king had said prior. But he was once again suddenly so close to cumming. Fount gripped the sheets, he knew that whatever he was gonna feel next that it would be much more intense than his first orgasm.
"Ah— G-go on, don't hold back…" Viridescent groaned, he sounded just as on edge as Fount felt.
And right on cue, Fount let out a weak cry into the sheets as his orgasm racked his body. It felt so intense that it almost hurt, his cunt squirting again as it clenched around the fae's length, Fount faintly heard the king hiss in response.
Just as Fount began to catch his breath, he felt Viridescent tense up and let out a whimper. The feeling of warm cream filling his womb to the brim almost made the emissary cum a third time.
They sat there for a while as Viridescent reveled in his afterglow, there was no point in pretending to be asleep by now, Fount finally allowed himself to open his eyes. He could see the king's wings still twitching from all the pleasure.
"Viri…?" Fount croaked. The king flinched upon his name being called and he immediately sat up to meet Fount's gaze.
“My apologies, I didn't mean to wake you." Viridescent said, his voice slightly panicked, like a child caught stealing sweets.
Fount attempted to rise from the bed, but his body severely disagreed. The soreness of his dough caused him to cease his efforts immediately. The emissary let out an exhausted groan as his body returned to the sheets.
"Don't force yourself, sweetheart, I'll clean you up." The king reassured the other, his hand combing through Fount's messy bangs. "Go back to sleep, Fount."
'But—"
"Sleep, my milkcrown."
And just like that, Fount fell asleep again.
When morning came, Fount awoke to a sore body and an empty bed.
The audacity of that fool, forcing the emissary of Knowledge to sleep just to have sex with his unconscious body, and then leaving him alone in the same bed you fucked him in? Fount should rip those prissy little wings of his back and wear them as a—
The door opened before he could finish his thought, Viridescent walked into the room holding a large tray of some kind.
"Good Morning, Fount!" The king chirped, completely failing to read the tension radiating off the emissary. "How are you feeling?"
Fount only shot him a murderous glare in response, causing the fae's expression to quickly turn regretful.
"I'm sorry for last night, I should have just asked you to make love instead." Viridescent apologized, the wings on the back of his head drooped in sadness. "But you always look so tired, I figured having sex with you while you slept would resolve both our problems."
"I don't mind that you did it whilst I was asleep." Fount admitted, the experience wasn't all too bad actually. "What I do mind is you constantly forcing me to sleep all the time."
"I understand." Viridescent responded, and placed the tray in Fount's lap. "Please, take this breakfast as an apology."
The tray was filled with various different types of Jellies and pastries, specifically ones Fount was most fond of. It would be a shame for any of it to go to waste…
"Thank you, but you’re going to have to help me eat all this. I'm not that hungry." Fount said as he picked up a fork, its metal was dyed forest green.
"Of course!~" The king grinned, quickly sitting beside the emissary and popping a jellybean into his mouth.
"And another thing." Fount added as he stabbed a piece of jelly ham with his utensil. "Stop calling me 'milkcrown'."
Unsurprisingly, Viridescent gave him a heartbroken look, no different than one you might get after scolding a Cake Hound. "But it's my favorite pet name for you…Do you hate it?"
"Well it seems to be the trigger word for whatever spell you use that causes me to do whatever you ask." Fount explained, the fae's expression changed to one of confusion to his comment.
"I…I never used any spells on you." Viridescent replied.
"…What? Then why have I been following every command you give me?!" Fount challenged, The king took a second to stop eating jellybeans and think of an answer.
"Perhaps you like the name so much, your body is willing to do whatever I ask…" The fae theorized, Fount couldn't help but scoff in response.
"What a ridiculous idea." The emissary deflected, "Something as simple as a pet name wouldn't have such an effect on me—"
"My milkcrown, please pass me that Vanilla Muffin."
Fount's hand moved before he could even process that it did. What the— he was holding his fork just a second ago, how did he…
"I suppose the most absurd ideas are the ones that end up being true." Viridescent spoke, chuckling slightly at the end of his sentence. Most likely due to Fount's face flushing so much that he looked like a blueberry.
"Never mind, I'd rather eat my breakfast alone." Fount pouted as he stuffed the piece of Jelly ham into his mouth, only gaining him a louder chuckle from the king.
How humiliating…