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In the quiet of their chambers the silence is almost deafening.
The songs of the ceremony and the music of the party had rung through her ears for hours but now all that fills the void left behind in the absence of song, are the thumping knocks of her heart against her chest. As if it threatens to burst from her ribcage and bloom as a vibrant flower.
The size of the bed nearly swallows the Warrior of Light as she lies upon it; her scaled tail curling against the sheets and the backs of her hands brushing the rich fabrics. An expensive softness she would not expect to find anywhere in the Garlean prince’s life. She has never once before associated him with luxury. An anxious excitement bubbles within her chest, however, not some sudden comfort at the feeling of silk against her cheek or the warmth of the room around her.
Gold spills from above and curtains her face from her view of the room. Looking skyward, she finds blue-eyes staring down at her. Peering as if he intends to see past the window of her gaze and into the anxious whirlwind of thoughts behind it.
“Are you afraid?”
He whispers to her and somehow it does feel frightening, perhaps only because she has never heard him whisper so low before. He bellows, he cries and commands a room with any volume of his voice. But to whisper, just to her, tightens the already twisting knots of her stomach. Still, she shakes her head. Strength is her ally and it comes to her when required. She is a warrior after all.
“You don’t frighten me.”
“Good. There is no place for fear here. I have no intentions to terrify you.”
His lips curve into a smirk and press against her own soft pink pair; savouring the taste of her parted lips in a deep kiss. He moves to better settle against the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress either side of her small hips as one hand cups her jaw.
Is there an instinct here to bite? To growl and hiss as beasts often do when facing an unexpected danger? He wonders if, behind her eyes, she imagines kicking him away and rolling him onto the floor to pin him beneath her. The same position merely reversed, with her short hair swinging against her horns and her brows furrowed in thought. Would she allow him the pleasure of feeling her body against his, as they grind together now, or would she starve him of contact? Ripping spoils from the mouth of the beast.
She considers it, privately, but the warmth radiating from his body is strangely comforting. It soothes her cold shivers of anxiety and her arms hook under his to cling at his bare back. It’s not quite an embrace, but she feels close enough to feel the thudding of his heart. It beats just as erratic as her own.
It is but a fleeting moment of possibility, that she might twist this second of sweetness into something playfully violent, something in her begs her pause. It would not be amiss for them to grapple with one another; unfamiliar with the tenderness of affection and far better suited to clashing steel against steel, but she easily resists it for now.
He does not make her feel like a beast rolling around in their den of dirt and leaves, nor does she feel like a helpless wisp of a girl in his arms. His surprising tenderness however has her wondering… perhaps they are far more equal than she had first imagined.
Maybe he was always more man than monster.
The sloping straps of her wedding gown dip below her shoulder and he presses kisses to the exposed skin it reveals, letting her head tilt back against the sheets as his hands pull away at the rest of her sleeves. He peels her from her ceremony robes; white cloth cast aside from her skin until she’s bare, naked and sprawled beneath him.
She looks almost fragile but he’s not a fool. Although she tastes sweet he is no stranger to her bitterness, to her strength. That power contained within her form, he will cherish it alongside the softness of her breasts as he palms them gently and squeezes. Make no mistake, he won’t soon forget her power.
The natural instinct is to squirm but his hands are far larger than she’s ever really noticed before, swallowing her small breasts with ease into the warmth of his hand. She finds herself opening up, piece by piece; letting her legs fall apart, bringing up her arms to fold above her head, even tempted to allow her eyes to close…
Soft exhales keep her lips parted while half-lidded eyes watching as Zenos shifts above her and pins her palms beneath one of his own mighty hands. She’d wrestle free, just to see if he’d let her, but she finds her thoughts drowned out by the thumping of her heartbeat pounding in her ears. A drum echoing as her body heats up unexpectedly to every touch.
“Zenos…”
To him, her gentle voice is as damning as her disdain. Both fan already heated flames within him. He has never once viewed her a true foe, in the way that most would define the term. She’s not something to conquer or claim, but something to understand, to rival. He wonders what she’s thinking now, looking up at him with a mixture of surprise and excitement, her lips almost opening as if to speak more.
But he says nothing in return, instead kissing her once more as he brushes his cock against her thigh. She jumps, but only slightly. She isn’t afraid, merely curious. Merely cautious. Love is a funny thing, as so many people say, but this feels nothing like the love she’s been convinced herself she’d feel. This man of such violence holding her so steady as if he is not capable of spilling a drop of her blood.
When he pushes inside her, Zenos watches as her mouth parts wider and her eyes glisten with joy. He guides himself carefully between her legs and feels her wrap her knees around his hips, despite barely having legs long enough to do so. Still she does not feel fragile. She does not break beneath his touch.
“Ah… ah... “
Her breathing becomes a chorus of rapid huffs, adjusting to the thickness of his cock as it slowly pushes in. He’s steady, barely rushing, and her legs cling to him with thanks as her tail quivers at her side. She’s not sure what she expected, if she had assumed he’d just fuck into her wild and frenzied or not, but his steadiness is a blessing as her muscles relax around him.
“Good… We shall surrender ourselves to one another, on the night of our union. Long have I waited… for a moment as fated as this.”
He’s still leaning over her as if preventing her from looking away and casting her eyes on anything but him, but she blinks up at him as his voice rumbles above her. Were her hands free she’d hold onto his strong arms or claw at his back, maybe grab a handful of blonde hair and twist it around her fist. But he keeps her pinned beneath one hand as he slides easily inside, as his cock nudges against her pussy’s tight walls until he’s almost entirely buried in her.
Soft moans bubble from her lips as she swallows hungrily for breath, feeling almost as if the weight of her body has been knocked free of her. She’s lightweight, floating, but pinned to the bed to prevent her from flying away.
“Mhm…”
Zenos grunts as he begins pulling back only to push in once more. Again, again, sliding out of her almost entirely before bucking his hips and slipping his cock back inside. Her body welcomes him; her legs slowly slipping from his back as she parts them wider, her skin slick with excited wetness and her insides clenching tightly around him whenever he motions to withdraw.
“More…” He adds, gazing down into her eyes as if seeking silent permission. She nods, unable to speak right away between the breathless moans that every sharp snap of his hips against hers drags from her lips. She dare not whine, squeak nor scream. She wrestles with every instinct to cry out and beg for it, to have him slam himself inside of her. But it crumbles as she feels every inch of him sliding back firmly inside of her.
“Yes… yes… Gods…”
“Then we shall have more.”
She must have it reflecting in her eyes, how badly she craves him.
Zenos keeps his hand against both of hers, not yet giving her the freedom to cling to him, while his other glides against her body. His hips crash against hers, over and over as his cock fucks deep into her. But his hand moves softly. He brushes a nipple between his fingers, prompting a whine to whistle from her throat, which only spurs him on.
He muses wrapping a hand around her neck. Such a slender thing, he could easily hold her steady there. To ghost the idea, he trails his fingers against her throat watching her gulp desperately for breaths between cries. He wonders, were she free… would she choke the life from him instead?
There’s a moment of delicious fear, a worry that he may just actually grip her neck, but she does not plead with him to stop. Instead she gasps as his thumb traces against her jaw and she writhes upon his cock, squirming as her sensitive pussy squeezes instinctively. Instead of demanding release, she almost craves that feeling of breathlessness. She’s never let him so close before and the more time he spends with his hands grasping at her and his cock slipping below her folds, the more she decides to keep him here.
A low rumble, almost animalistic, vibrates from Zenos’s throat and he releases her hands to place both of his upon her hips. Suddenly free of constraints, she lies a little dazed for half a second before she feels Zenos lifting her waist higher and begin drilling into her faster.
His cock slams into her and she cries out, forgetting herself and her attempt to stay dignified and letting her arms fall against her chest as she’s pushed and pulled to meet his hips. The thick length of his dick spreads her pussy open, stretches her until she’s near-screeching with pleasure.
Tilting her head back against the pillows once more, she watches coloured spots swim within her vision among the curtain of gold still framing their faces. They’d stay eye to eye until Zenos bows his head and presses teeth to her neck, as if he means to bite. But he merely kisses; pulling skin between teeth until lavender blush oozes from the surface.
Every quick slap of his hips against hers sends her body shaking but he holds her steady and keeps her firm within his grasp, making it easier to push as deep as he can inside of her, threatening to spill his release at any moment.
The uncertainty of how she had once felt has long-since melted away, leaving behind the warm, burning desire for him. Only him. Only them. Fated, destined, whatever they might call it. His hands on her body, his teeth against her skin, his body brushing against hers…
“You have become… my undoing, my love.”
His words catch her by surprise, but she feels his cock suddenly stilling and the sensation of him spilling inside of her. A hot and heavy feeling; spurts of cum pooling within her as he gently thrusts to feel her body squeeze more of it from his cock.
But he’s far from finished with her, wishing only to watch her face scrunch up in pleasure too, for one hand presses to her clit and his fingers dance along it. He strokes quickly over her skin, strumming against her still-sensitive hood until she’s mouthing cries of pleasure and clenching tighter around him.
Her pussy squeezes around his cock and a few more spurts of cum are milked from him, earning another growl of satisfaction from Zenos overhead. He draws away from her neck and angles her chin skyward for another kiss. Weak but hungry for his touch, she leans up to meet it and allows their tongues to brush within their kiss.
It would be far too easy to melt away. Awash with heat, with that release of pressure, and still drifting now that his hands no longer keep her tethered to the bed. She blinks and feels him slipping free of her; a soft groan exhaled upon his breath as her body released him. Emptiness does not describe it. She glances down and the sheer size of him, half-hard, has her feeling almost hollow without him inside.
But she does not doubt this to be far from the last time.
He motions to pull away, likely to clean himself up or clothe himself perhaps, but she reaches out and clutches his arm. Her small hand barely large enough to wrap around his wrist, she pulls and keeps him close.
“Stay.”
She doesn’t plead, not with trembling words nor wide and glistening eyes. She commands it of him and he obeys as he moves to brush her short askew hairs from her face, cupping it against his large palm. With his thumb he strokes the tip of one of her horns adorned with wedding jewels and chains.
Zenos smiles.
”Then I shall.”