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Although she had never seen a battle herself, she imagined the preparations for one felt exactly like this. She was swarmed by a small army of ladies in waiting preparing her for this battle. They did up her hair, washed the smell of dragon off her and lathered her in layers of fanciful scents before covering her
Her ladies spoke their condolences in hushed tones. Everyone but herself was in a particular somber mood, their small minds focused solely on the moment in front of them. She pretended to be one with them, nodding along when necessary accepting their apologies and well wishes with practiced grace. None of it mattered anyways.
As she stood outside of the ornate doors of the ceremony hall she knew what she had to do and yet still there was a childish part of her that resisted it. The doors swung open and her fate was sealed in an instant. Her mind and body knew what to do even if her foolish heart remained resistant and she acted on instinct.
Walking along the aisle she paid no mind to gathered nobles sitting lining the halls. They were all here for their own reasons, surely all absorbed in their own petty games and concerns. At least no one was waiting for her at the end of the aisle, at least not yet.
Normally the bride would have been the one walking down the aisle but she had outright refused. She was not the newcomer to this marriage, this was her home and the man she was to marry was a stranger sent into it by an enemy. So she was to be the one waiting, her husband could walk to her not the other way around.
The added benefit of the whole arrangement was the additional time she was granted to prepare herself for the inevitable.
Every second counted as she heard the far wooden doors open, signaling the arrival of her groom. Closing her eyes she tried to savour these last few moments of her previous life before the inevitable arrived.
When willful ignorance was no longer a viable option she was forced to open her eyes and take in the picture of her soon to be husband. They certainly looked related, enough that it was easy to switch the face that was in front of her with the one she wanted to be there. It was a small comfort, one she should not have allowed herself and yet she could not resist it.
She said her vows with her metaphorical and spiritual fingers crossed behind her back. With lips pursed she kissed her husband when instructed and found her solace in the fact that he would not be her first.
The gathered nobles cheered all the same, as if they were genuinely happy. They would cheer no matter how this wedding went, all they wanted was the spectacle of it.
She would give them exactly what they wanted, at least on the surface. They could look to her and project whatever image they desired upon her. If they wanted the naive blushing bride, the dutifully resigned daughter, the arrogant rebellious princess or any other number of personas she could embody them.
It was easy enough to perform the act for the rest of the ceremony. Even if the churning pit in her stomach never quieted she worked through it with practiced grace. The feast was easy enough to proceed through in a similar fashion.
She watched performers come and go as the courses of food were laid out and then taken away. Nobles came to give gifts and she gave each the picture that they wanted to see in return.
If she encouraged her husband to drink more and more throughout the evening it was only because he was clearly enjoying himself. That was the image everyone else would see at least: A perfect royal couple having their fairytale wedding night.
By the time they retreated to their now shared chambers, her new husband nearly immediately passed out.Most new brides would have taken offence to that, but she had other plans. All she had to do was wait, laying there in silence to make sure he was actually asleep.
Her impatience made the task a true test of her will but she stood firm. Laying there practically counting down the minutes until she could make her escape.
When the time finally arrived she remained cautious, she refused to ruin this by acting too quickly and waking the man across from her. Slipping out into the hallway she didn't bother stopping to dress herself properly, it would all be coming off anyways.
As she made her way through the hallways a giddiness rose within her. She had known this was coming the whole day, it had been her sole meaningful comfort and yet still up until now it had felt fake.
Slipping into the palace’s tunnels she knew the route by memory now having taken it only a few days ago. Her purpose has been the same then as it was now but now there was a certainty to her movements. She knew what the outcome of this evening was to be; a culmination of a shared desire held for far too long.
They hadn't needed to discuss where to meet, his chambers would work well enough for the time being. With the celebrations from the wedding raging on into the morning there would be no one around to catch them.
When she pushed the door open he found him sitting there on his bed literally sharpening his sword. An innuendo so obvious and yet so clearly unnoticed by the one perpetuating it she had to bite down a laugh.
He was waiting there for her, exactly like she knew he would be. No matter what else had happened he was where he should be.
“You’re here.” He sounded a touch stunned, as if some part of him still hadn't been expecting it.
“I’m here.” She affirmed and he was on her in an instant. Apparently having found his initiative somewhere between the dragon ride back and the present moment.
His lips found hers as his arms immediately wrapped around her, beginning to work at the ties holding up her robes. A task he continued with a heady desperation, continuing even when his neediness made her laugh into the kiss.
Faintly she heard the slightest rip of fabric as he grew impatient with the endless barriers to her skin. Untangling her arms from him, she brought them around to aid him in the process. Not because she particularly cared about keeping the garment in tact but because she too wanted it off as fast as possible.
With their combined efforts they managed to get her out of her outer layers and down to only the slip she had been wearing underneath. It was standard to wear underneath her more fanciful clothes but she couldn't deny choosing one that left very little to the imagination. There was also the fact that she was wearing nothing else underneath it but she was sure he was expecting her to pull that trick by now.
His hands ran down her body as if trying to memorize each and every curve. With each touch they became more desperate, more insistent, more forceful.
Driven by the rising passion she was suddenly struck by the overwhelming need to feel his skin against hers. With equally desperate hands she practically yanked his shirt over his head without so much as a moment for him to process things. Immediately she matched his desperation, exploring every inch of the skin she had been allowed with a wanton desperation.
As his hands continued their course across her body they never remained in one place for too long. Though they glanced across her chest leaving sparks in their wake each time they never remained there as she would have wanted them. Even as they drifted they never dipped below the waist either, again denying her what she wanted most.
Though her own need remained as high as ever she could feel his touches lightening slowly as she felt his body tense under her touches.
She could tell that despite everything he was slipping within his own mind and she needed to act fast before she lost him entirely. Putting her hands against his shoulders she pushed him back till he landed against the bed. Using his position sitting on the edge of the bed she practically climbed on top of him, kneeling with her legs on either side of his.
Now in the perfect position she made her move, reaching down and pulling the last of her clothes over her head leaving her entirely exposed in front of him. There was no need to wait to see if her plan had been successful or not, the audible sound of all the air in his lungs leaving him at the sight was more than enough.
It only took him a moment to return to his original task. Finally he brought himself where she needed him. His hand came to rest at her waist, holding her there tightly as the other rose up to her chest.
Still he hesitated for a moment, only lightly holding her breast while his thumb traced round her nipple. Leaning back she pushed herself further into his hand, encouraging him to go further.
Thankfully he took the encouragement, not only increasing the force of his touches but bringing his lips to her other breast. It was a small motion but still enough to leave her wanting for more. With each gentle touch he sent sparks through her, causing her to lean forwards, tangling her hands in his hair and pulling him closer.
Even with her encouragement he was still too hesitant to leave marks like she wanted him too. All she got was firm touches mixed with the odd kiss but it was all less than she wanted to.
With a sudden and firm yank of his hair she earned herself a singular bite. A trick that only worked once, a fact she found out when she tried again and received no response.
Well, she would simply have to take matters into her own hands then. Pushing him down by the shoulders she situated herself atop of him, hovering just above his lap as she leaned down trailing kisses down his neck.
She began with feather light kisses but as she got lower she intermixed some gentle bites. When she was finally below the point she knew would be covered by his armour she increased the pressure and frequency. Each shaky breath and poorly contained gasp her work earned her only spurred her on further.
“This is wrong.” He whispered, pulling her attention away from her work. Even if his mind agreed with him it was clear another now more visible organ did not.
“Probably,” She answered leaning in to kiss him again. If he had any more protests he again kept them to himself. That or maybe he was just distracted by her pressing her weight firmly down against the organ in question.
With each roll of her hips she felt his grip tighten, surely leaving behind marks where his hands once were. It only emboldened her to increase the pressure and speed of her movements, finally earning her a moan for her efforts.
Apparently deciding she was having too much fun up there he tightened the grip on her hips and in a singular fluid motion flipped them over. That happened to be exactly what she wanted him to do but that was neither here nor there.
Working with him she immediately spread open her legs, allowing him access to where she needed him most. The slick sound as his fingers finally met her soaked folds was more than enough proof of her desperation.
Thankfully he was a quick study. With a gentle skill he brought one of his hands down, slipping in between her legs and gently stroking along until his fingers found her clit.
The feeling of electricity shooting through her when he did was overwhelming. Her hands shot up to grip tightly at his shoulders, pulling him down against her and hiding her moans in an open mouthed kiss. Still even then desperate gasps and groans escaped her and were adamantly lapped up by the man above her.
Her fingers clutched desperately at him as her need only grew. She might have unraveled completely right then and there but in an instant his fingers stopped.
Opening one eye she glanced up at him, wondering what exactly had made him stop.
She met his questioning gaze with an immediate nod and he wasted no more time, slipping one long finger inside her and finally giving her what she needed. Well not exactly what she needed but it was a good start. One that left her gasping as her hips rolled down to meet his finger.
When he brought a second finger to join the first the sensations doubled alongside it. His fingers worked skillfully inside her, gently thrusting in and out, curling at the perfect angles to rub against where she needed him most.
Bucking her hips to meet with motions she felt her desperation growing exponentially with each passing moment.
His thumb moved to circle her clit again was the last piece she needed to become completely overwhelmed. There was no point in even trying to hide her desperate noises anymore as they rapidly reached a fever pitch.
In her pleasure she almost lost sight of her goal, she couldn't let herself go not yet.
“Wait,” She breathed out desperately and he stopped in an instant. “I don’t want to finish yet.” She finished her sentence and in an instant the worry that had amassed on his face completely dissipated into an overwhelming and desperate need.
He only needed to nod his understanding to launch her into action again. Her hands scrambled downwards, practically yanking off his pants in a desperate and uncoordinated motion. Thankfully he matched her desperation, helping her pull them off before throwing them to some forgotten corner of the room.
Immediately taking advantage of her work she reached down to take hold of him with one hand, relishing in the moan it earned her. Moving her hand up and down his length gently she kept her eyes fixed only on his face as it twisted itself round in barely contained pleasure. It was intoxicating to watch, she could have spent the whole night like this but there was something else on her mind.
Besides, there would be more than enough time for them to try other methods, and positions, and locations. If she let herself think too much about it now she would become entirely distracted and end up derailing from her original goal.
Refocusing she moved her hand away, giggling at the sad little whimper he let out at that. It was so adorable she couldn't resist leaning up to bring him into yet another kiss. Moving her hand to his back she pushed him downward, encouraging him towards where she really needed him.
She took a deep breath, losing herself in the kiss and the feeling of his hands against her and waited. Then waited. Then waited some more. Then waited even more until it became obvious something was holding him back.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, breaking the kiss and making her consider pinning him down and just finally doing the damn thing herself. “This… This may have consequences we cannot take back.”
She knew what he was referring to of course, she had even planned on some of those consequences coming to fruition.
On the spiritual side some may say they were tarnishing their souls. But those people had clearly never been in the, rather literal, position she had found herself in.
On the more practical side there was of course the risk of being caught. One that would likely have far reaching consequences for both of them but for him especially. Her status protected her at least somewhat and in turn it damned him.
There were ways to combat though, both in the short and long term. For the time being no one was looking their way. On a couple’s wedding night it was customary to leave them alone to ensure that the necessary acts were completed.
No one expected someone to do, well, exactly what she was doing at present. That meant no one was watching out for her for the time being. A rare boon given her usual position, but she was certain there would be ways to sneak around after this time was up.
The other practical consequence was the one that she had planned for instead of around. It would be expected that she produce heirs, and she had no intention of doing that with her husband. In the long term that would require careful planning but at the moment it was simple enough.
At least the children would still look like her husband, that would be their uncle afterall. In that regard things really couldn't have turned out better.
Turning her attention back from hypothetical future consequences she worried about the very present consequence of waiting any longer: Her spontaneous combustion.
Now, she understood his hesitation, she had been understanding towards his hesitation for quite awhile now. But to hesitate now, while they were both naked in each other's arms an inch away from finally, blessedly, doing what they had been skirting around for years. This called for drastic action.
At that moment she considered giving any number of desperate confessions, all of which would have been the truth. She could have told him that she did not care for the consequences, that she would willingly embrace them with open arms so long as it meant they could stay together.
There were a million options before her and yet one stood out as particularly effective if not perhaps a touch risky.
“If you are not inside me within the next ten seconds, I will go fuck your brother instead.” She threatened playfully in what was technically not an empty threat.
“Point taken.” He breathed with evident need but at least she was going to get what she wanted.
She tangled her hands in his hair as she felt him finally line himself up with her. Just the feeling of him pushing against her was enough to excite her further.
There was no worry of pain, their earlier endeavors and her own overwhelming need had left her more than ready. Beyond that there was not even the slightest possibility that he would hurt her
It felt as good as she had been imagining if not better, she couldn't help but let out a desperate gasping moan at the feeling. Above her he was equally affected, biting his lip desperately and yet still unable to hold back shaky, desperate moans.
By the time he was finally fully inside her they were both utterly overwhelmed. Both were left there drawing desperate heaving breaths relishing in the moment simply looking at each other.
He waited for her nod to begin to move and the second he did pleasure sparked through her again. Though his motions began slowly with each thrust she felt him slip deeper inside her, rubbing against her walls and pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Her nails raked down his back, leaving red marks in their wake that only encouraged him further. As his hips sped up she felt her peak approaching, bubbling up within her driving her even deeper into desperation.
One of her hands found its way into his hair twisting her fingers around it encouraging him to speed up. Something he was more than willing to oblige her with, increasing the speed of his thrusts while still managing to maintain a consistent pace. It must have been the stamina training he did that allowed him to maintain such a pace.
Regardless of the reason it was overwhelming all the same. Both were left unable to contain their desperate noises as overpowering pleasure spread through the both of them.
Rolling her hips to meet him she knew their shared end was within sight but she intended to drag this out for as long as she could. Even if it only lasted a few additional seconds it would be worth it.
Bracing himself with one hand he brought his free hand down to gently circle her clit. That was all it took to finally overwhelm her and her best attempts at remaining resolved completely.
She slipped over the edge with a poorly contained shout, sinking her teeth into his shoulder as her hands pulled at his hair and desperately scraped down his back.
He followed her shortly after, spilling inside her before collapsing on top of her, burying his head into the crook of her neck. Regrettably, he only stayed in that position for a moment as he caught his breath before pushing himself off her and laying down on the bed beside her.
“We should clean up.” He panted, not sounding overwhelmingly eager to actually complete the task himself.
“Why? Do you think we are done?” She teased rolling over onto her stomach so she could get a better look at him. As soon as she did it became apparent that, although he had thought they were done, he was more than happy to continue.
A fact that became even more apparent when he practically pounced on her, flipping her back over and capturing her lips in another kiss. If they spent the whole night together that was no great matter even if it left her tired in the morning.
Afterall, who wasn’t exhausted after their wedding night?