Separating this into a separate chapter because the other one is just King being awkward and Diane being a tease.

And now we get to the makin' with the love.

"Well, Diane, fair's fair," King said, tilting his head to the side as he smirked, his eyes curving with mischief. "I should get to tease you, too."

Diane gasped and found herself being pushed onto the bed, King pinning her hands on either side of her head with his own, their fingers laced.

"King!" She gasped, staring up at him in shock.

"Diane…" he said her name softly, releasing her hands; she kept them in place, her cheeks turning pink as King's hands trailed playfully down her sides until his palms rested on her hips. Her breathing hitched when his hands moved slowly towards the hem of her dress, his eyes darting back to hers. "Is this okay?" He asked, his cheeks only slightly pink.

"Yes," she said softly, "keep going." She gasped softly when his hands gently caressed her thighs, breathing shakily when his hands slid under the hem of her dress, his thumbs teasingly stroking the fabric of her panties. She moved her hands to grab his face, pulling him down to kiss her when his hands push her dress up to her waist.

"Lace, huh?" He said when he pulled away, smirking at her. "I like it."

"K-King -" she gasped, her eyelashes fluttering when his hands slid up her back towards the button for her dress at the back of her neck.

"Can I take this off?" She could only nod, her heart racing when he chuckled. "Use your words, Diane."

"Y… yes…" she whimpered, gasping as the first button came undone, his hands sliding down her back as he undid the rest. She was clinging to the fabric of his shirt, making it impossible for him to pull her dress off, the fabric collecting at her shoulders

"Diane," he said her name in such a low voice in gave her chills, "let me feel you." She gasped and loosened her grip on his shirt so he could pull the rest of her dress off of her torso. She grabbed onto the pillow again, her legs shaking as she lifted her hips so he could take off her dress completely.

"K-King - the light -" she tried to say, flushing when his eyes dragged up and down her near-naked form on the bed.

"-No," he interrupted her, dragging his hands up her ribs until the settled on her breasts, drawing a genuine moan from her lips. "I want to look at you."

"King -" she whispered his name as he leaned over her and brushed his lips over hers.

"Diane," he sang her name teasingly while smirking at her, taking her hands and guiding them to his belt, "don't you want to take my clothes off, too?" Her hands were shaking at the invitation, fumbling with his belt until it was thrown across the room, quickly followed by his shirt. He made a small noise of alarm when Diane grabbed his shoulders and flipped them over, giggling when his face lit up red. "Wha -?"

"-I'm not gonna let you have all of the fun," she teased, grinding her hips against his while dragging a nail down his chest. She gasped when he sat up quickly, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other pushed between her legs, rubbing the heel of his palm against the heat between her legs.

"That's the point of this, Diane," he purred, "for both of us to have fun." She moaned and grabbed his shoulders, slumping against him when his fingers pressed against a wet spot on her panties. "If this stops being fun at any point, just tell me and I'll stop."

"Don't," she said, shaking her head as her cheeks lit up red, "don't stop."

"Can I keep going?" He asked, smirking as he tilted his head to the side.

"Yes," she breathed, nodding at him, "yes, please - ah!" Her head fell forward against his shoulder as his hand slipped down the front of her panties, his middle finger sliding between her lower lips and brushing over something that had her whole body shaking, like bolt of lightning through her that left a pleasurable tingle in its wake. She moaned his name while wrapping her arms around his shoulders, eliciting a moan from him.

She groaned as he rolled them over so he had her on her back, pulling away to look into her eyes.

"Diane," he said her name while breaking their eye-contact long enough to slide her panties down her legs and throw them over his shoulder. He propped himself up on his elbow as he stretched out next to her, his other hand pushing her legs apart. "Spread your legs." Her back arched and she moaned as her legs fell apart, moaning louder when his fingers dipped between her legs again.

She gasped his name again when his finger dipped inside of her, an entirely new feeling she hadn't experienced before. When it slid out of her it passed over that spot that made her whole body jolt, her back arching and her eyes falling closed.

"No," his arm left the space beside her head for his hand to grab her chin, "look at me." She felt so hot she couldn't breathe, panting as she opened her eyes to meet his. "Does that feel good?" He asked, the smirk on his face making her feel even hotter; she could only nod weakly. "Good," he murmured, his finger dipping inside of her again, pulling a cry from her when a second one joined it. She tried to close her eyes again, but she sobbed when he pulled his fingers away.

"King!" She whined.

"Look me in the eyes," he said, circling his fingers around the tiny spot that sent pleasurable jolts through her body, making her toes curl. "If you look away, I'll stop."

"Why?" Diane sobbed.

"Because I want to see it," he said when she met his eyes. "You have the most beautiful eyes in the realm, Diane," he murmured, "and I want to see what they look like when you're filled with ecstasy because of me." Her head nearly fell back again when he pushed his fingers inside of her again; she reacted by grabbing his face and pulling him close so their foreheads were pressed together.

"So do it," she challenged him, gasping at the feeling of his fingers curling inside of her, his thumb brushing over the spot that sent the bolts of pleasure through her; it was such a simple move, and yet it triggered a wave of pleasure that washed over her, drawing a cry from her that was silenced by King's mouth over hers. The wave left her quaking, her body falling limp with satisfaction in its wake.

She panted heavily, her skin tingling as King pulled his fingers from her, reaching for the blankets to pull them up and over them. She hummed and curled against him, tucking her head against his neck with a pleased noise when his arms wrapped around her waist.

"So…" he said quietly, raising his hand and snuffing out the flame of the lamp with a flick of his wrist. "That was… good?"

"That was perfect," she said, kissing his neck while rubbing his chest, her fingers trailing towards the waistband of his pants.

"Oh, thank god," he sighed, relaxing completely, "I was worried that I -" he gasped when Diane's hand slipped into his pants, grasping what she felt there.

"I don't exactly have someone like the captain I can go to for advice," she teased, smiling at the embarrassed gurgle he made.

"How did you - ooohhh…" he was cut off by her slow stroking motion, whining as the blankets pooled at her waist when she sat up while moving to yank his pants off.

"I might as well go with what fits," she purred, throwing her leg over him so she was straddling his thighs, her tongue poking out as she stroked his length.

"D-Diane, I -!"

"Is this okay?" She asked, mirroring the tone he had used earlier.

"Oh god yes," he moaned, choking on air when he felt her slide down his legs, her lips pressing against his hip. "Diane -" he panted her name and his head fell back as he moaned loudly when her tongue swirled around the tip of his length.

"You turned me into a babbling mess -" she said, taking the shaft in her hands, "-the night isn't done until I've returned the favor."

A/N: Eye-contact while fingering is important, fellow adults. It establishes an emotional bond.

And there are some questions that are better avoided. Like: does King even have a penis like a human's? (for the sake of this, yes)

The question that bothers me the most is: What if he ejaculates pollen instead of semen? I mean, he's a fairy and flowers are a big deal for them, and that's how plants reproduce -