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Tonight had been a dream, the day had been utter bliss, and even now, the nocturnal sexual experience had yet to quell even in sleep.
The day leading up to where they laid together in a wide and lavish wedding bed had been exhausting but in the best way possible. Sharena had been so excited and she had been thoroughly exercised when they departed from the wedding party to bid her family a sweet farewell.
Nerþuz had quite the experience in store to properly make Sharena her mate.
But yes, for a Goddess to take a wife, that was a once in a lifetime occurrence so the opportunity was made the best of. Sharena was honoured as she and Nerþuz’s extended courtship culminated on the altar of the wedding venue: an ancestral chapel within the castle. Sharena followed in her mother’s footsteps, veil and all, and stood where many of her foremothers had been married off, too, whilst Nerþuz walked down the aisle to meet her.
It was such a rarity even in consideration of the infinitude of Nerþuz’s lifespan, too. So, everyone ate and drank and made merry over several hours of the day. The vernal equinox was a delightful time of year to have been chosen as their wedding day.
The days were long and bright. Full of azure blue skies without a cloud to mar the vibrant hue. The weather was mild and agreeable, only a halcyon breeze to whistle through the ruffles of satin and silk as guests wore only their best, adorned with flowers both new and blue.
Alfonse and Henriette were there, flanked by Ash, Fjorm, Peony, and many more of their companions. Sharena’s good will had brought friends from far and beyond, all to wish her the best on this most wonderful of days as her wedding. Receiving congratulations was longer than the exchange of vows and the reading of holy texts to affirm their union.
Regardless, the memories made on this spring day were sure to last eternities in their hearts.
And that was to say nothing of the spring nights.
Oh, they were perfect. The clement temperature of the night kept them cool and hale through all their activities that stripped them of their once elaborate wedding dresses. Outside their window where candles were lit was a night which brimmed with deep indigos and silver stars that twinkled in the vast abyss. With the moon and by that flickering, amber candlelight, Nerþuz could have made sweet love to Sharena all night long but alas.
Her mortal wife was only human.
Sharena did not have the supernatural stamina with which Nerþuz was endowed but they still enjoyed all they could offer in the depths of the carnal night. Their marriage was consecrated with the act and then some, too, for good luck.
To many, many years of marriage, they would both hope.
Until death did them part, after all.
It was bittersweet to think about so soon. They only just had each other but it did cross Nerþuz’s mind as she watched Sharena sleep. For as perfect as the night was, its poetry did allow for thoughts to wander and meander into darker depths than they would during the hour of the midday sun.
Their wedding was over and done with in the blink of an eye. Amazing given all the party and merriment but it was. Then, when they retired, sex was but a breath. Nerþuz had a very, very long lifespan as she was a goddess and so, she carved these moments in her heart, into the deepest trenches of her memory with cherishment.
And so, she languished in it. The temperature of her and Sharena’s bedchambers now shared within the hallowed halls of the Askr Royal Castle. The feel and softness of the linen and other finery with which it was bedecked. The smell that they exuded and now mixed: florals and musk, patchouli and soap, it was sweet and savoury and ever so delicious. The sounds of the night: owls that hooted and the footwork of patrols at every hour.
It was bliss. Nerþuz closed her eyes but she did not sleep. Not like how Sharena slept, exhausted and out like a snuffed light. It allowed Nerþuz to observe Sharena at her most vulnerable, like a rabbit in her burrow. She looked so cute with her eyelashes, long and fluttering, her mouth slightly parted to breathe. Her head on her pillow whilst her body bent around the warmth and shape of Nerþuz’s own limbs and volume and oh.
An intrigued smile pricked on Nerþuz’s lips.
Sharena rolled inwards. Moonlight shimmered on her soft, round cheek and she reached outwards. All instinct, all in her dreams. Her hands clamoured for her mate and Nerþuz’s heart trilled to be touched and touched again. She was groped and rubbed, brought in closer for a hug.
Sharena rubbed her face into the ampleness of Nerþuz’s bosom. She snickered, lightly, or perhaps it was a snore. Nerþuz dared not move as she allowed this situation to devolve into dessert.
Sharena held onto Nerþuz tightly, or as close to. Her small hands were strong, she deftly wielded a lance but in her sleeping hour, the tension they could muster was only so much as Sharena sloppily leveraged herself against Nerþuz’s body. Her legs slipped forth, Nerþuz’s thigh slotted between them. She suppressed a moan as their bodies interlocked then remained at stasis for a moment.
Nerþuz’s heart raced as she tilted her head down. She didn’t move a finger lest she disturb Sharena who was such a needy, and cuddly, sleeper as it would seem. Nerþuz was pleased immensely by the development and she felt it. How Sharena’s wet dreams seeped through to stain Nerþuz’s bare skin.
Neither wore so much as a scrap of fabric tonight. There was no point after all the pageantry of the wedding and then all the sport of sex. So, they remained as they were, naked as the day they were born. The skinship and intimacy oh so tantalising as they exchanged body heat and adoration.
Once the initial moment passed, Nerþuz reached out. She traced the shape of Sharena’s pudgy face: she became more and more an aged woman, far from the newborn lamb she once was when their paths first crossed all those years ago. Nerþuz toyed with a strand of Sharena’s long, blonde hair and she all but purred at the affection.
“Aw, very good, pet…” Nerþuz murmured.
But the noise in which Sharena made changed. She tried again, tried harder. She pushed her body against Nerþuz and squeezed her legs. She must have been having very good dreams, Nerþuz thought to herself as she allowed being made a toy by her wife.
And to think…
Sharena didn’t think she had such vitality within her. She had tired out and sent herself to sleep after coming and coming again but now look at her. She still wanted more even as she slumbered. Nerþuz couldn’t help but be endeared as she grinded on.
The movements of which were messy and uneven. Some of them had strength, some of them did not. All were adorned with a hug, with Sharena’s face in her breasts and her arms wrapped around her love handled hips. She was so cute as she got so greedy with her wife and Nerþuz couldn’t blame her.
She was just as insatiable and she loved to toy with Sharena, also.
So, just to test the waters out of curiosity, Nerþuz grinded back against Sharena. She moved her hips, her thigh slid against the inside of Sharena’s plush legs. It was a thrill. Discrete and delectable. But nothing happened aside from the smile on Nerþuz’s face.
Sharena remained asleep. She didn’t even snore or hiccup in her snooze as she was played with and stroked. So, it emboldened Nerþuz. She grinded back on Sharena. She became all the more curious as to how far she could push Sharena and make her feel good: all whilst asleep, lost in blissful dreams, no doubt.
Nerþuz got off to it. Her love, and her cunt, was deep. She let her arousal and adoration stain the bedsheets and Sharena’s skin. Her heart raced and Sharena simpered there, deep asleep with her body pliant and limp. It was to such unbelievable lengths that Nerþuz was able to push Sharena as over time she got closer and closer. They both did.
Sharena was far easier to please than Nerþuz. Her state perhaps even enhanced it but Nerþuz made love to her sweetly nevertheless and savoured every movement, every twitch and spasm. Sharena came and came again in the vapours of her dreams, with varying whinnies and whimpers that were music to Nerþuz’s ears. Every noise, no matter how muffled or incomplete, was cherished by Nerþuz for it was so cute. Nerþuz loved all of it. Sharena looked so good as she languished against her bed sheets, her lips parted and pretty, her eyelids without so much as a disturbance, not even something so small as a flutter of her eyelashes.
Their time after dark was beautiful in the dim of the night and as it washed on, with starlight and heavy breaths, Nerþuz found herself getting a little sleepy, just like her dear wife. Nerþuz climaxed, her chest full with unreleased, heavy breaths and the ecstasy and flush of sex, but fell asleep herself shortly after. It felt good though, however brief until she simply expired with exhaustion.
It didn’t happen often, though, that Nerþuz would expend herself like this but she was glad she had as she recuperated beside Sharena. She curled into Sharena’s side and she replied wordlessly: a kiss on Nerþuz’s nose. Mischievous but fleeting, there was little time to even wonder…
Had Sharena known the whole time? That Nerþuz’s affections had not ceased after she had fallen asleep, had she been faking. It was difficult to say but it was a mystery that Nerþuz didn’t mind as she had her own, wondrous dreams afterwards.
They slept through the rest of the night – or what little of it remained, as well as most of the morning. Time was theirs to rend as they enjoyed the honeymoon phase. They laid in bed, cuddling and asleep until what was likely afternoon sunshine managed to sneak past Sharena’s curtains that created a shadowy gauze over her elaborate, castle windows.
It was then that Nerþuz twinged first. She couldn’t get enough of Sharena, the softness of her body, the scent of her hair. Nerþuz was intoxicated by it all, by the very sweetness that Sharena exuded as she kissed and cuddled, her arms wrapped around Sharena possessively as she came to.
“Good morning.” Nerþuz bade her a touch too shrill.
Sharena yawned but with a smile. She leaned into Nerþuz’s side and cuddled back.
“Good morning.” she replied.
Sharena giggled as she let herself be dolled even further. It put her all in an airy and light hearted mood. Her smile was nothing less than dazzling, even as she was still waking up which intrigued Nerþuz as she coddled her.
“Did you have sweet dreams, dear?” Nerþuz asked.
Sharena hummed thoughtfully, “I can’t remember but…” She flashed a huge smile. “It doesn’t matter. Every day, I get to wake up to the sweetest dream of all: you.”
Nerþuz’s face split into a huge grin. She took Sharena by her neck and shoulders and pulled her into a hug. She nuzzled the bottom half of her face against the top of Sharena’s head.
“Ooh, you charmer, you, that’s why you are my favourite pet.” Nerþuz praised Sharena in a sing-song voice.
Sharena blushed. Nerþuz could feel Sharena’s heart race against her own. She eased into the hug, her hands inched up and she held Nerþuz’s hands.
“It's true, though,” Sharena said in a small voice, “I slept well and I have no doubt it's because we got to share our wedding bed and then, tomorrow, we’ll do it all again and again. It’s so very exciting.”
“Mm, it is and is.” Nerþuz agreed as she smothered Sharena in overflowing kisses, and then some, too.
After all, to Nerþuz both the days and years were short, none of it at all was long and so, she had to make all the memories that she could in the honeymoon period of her marriage to Sharena and better yet, beyond. Until Sharena got old and grey, Nerþuz wanted to make the best of it all, no matter how finite human life was compared to her own. With such melancholy under the motives of Nerþuz’s grandeur and affection, Sharena had no complaints as she was lavished with all the love that Nerþuz could possibly contain. Though, their bed might have some complaints as they went at it again like animals.