So, lemme know how I'm doing. Like I said before, it's my first fic. Constructive criticism in the comments will be much appreciated. Stupid comments like "I hate htis because it sucks" will be laughed at. PM me if there's anything you wanna read.
The next night, as Alanna prepared for bed, Jon came up behind her wearing only breeches, he hugged her from behind and kissed her behind the ear as she watched him from the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her gently to the bed, walking backward. He suddenly scooped her up from behind and deposited her onto the bed. She was surprised that she rather liked the rough way he was handling her. Something in it made everything even better. Tonight the kisses were passionate. They moved together in a surge of energy. As his lips crushed hers Jon lifted her hands above her head, using just enough strength to keep them there when Alanna resisted. She arched her back in response against his already hard member.
Jon moved one of her hands, locking both wrists in the fingers of his left hand. His right, moved all the way down the length of her body over her clothes, and all the way back up. She had already removed the bandages, so her breasts were free and easy to get to. He grabbed one roughly kneading the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Still holding her wrists in one hand, moved the shirt out of the way enough that he could lower his mouth to her breast, just to the right of the little colored circle that was her very hard nipple. He bit down. Alanna struggled even though it did not hurt. She bent her knees, planting her feet and arching her back. Jon liked the look of her breasts as she did so. He sucked where he had bitten ensuring that she would bruise, something to remember him by.
Suddenly, he was brought back to Alanna's hips. She had found a rhythm and she ground her pelvis into his over and over. She was getting better, after only one night of practice. She worked her hands free as she thrust then she tightened her abdomen to push them both up and force him backwards. All day, she had felt sore, almost bruised. She realized that she would probably hurt more in the morning, but she pushed up against him anyways.
As they kissed, he moved one hand until he was pushing two fingers up into her. She was tight, very tight. The pit of his stomach fell. He was reminded that she would hurt terribly once they got around to sex. He hated that he would have to hurt her like that. He didn't say anything, just continued kissing her and trying help her to loosen up. He stopped when she said it hurt.
The rock hard of her abdomen, her arms, her legs were also good places to touch. He loved the feeling of her body, no girl he had ever touched had ever had such a beautiful body. Alanna was everything he had ever wanted. Everything.
That night, Alanna dreamed as he thought. He thought about the future and what it would hold for him. He wasn't sure yet, but he was beginning to consider the idea of Alanna as his queen. Sure he'd have to talk the nobles around, but Alanna would be a wonderful companion for him. Also, having a queen who could hold her own if the time came would not only be convenient, but practical.
Jon was brought out of his thoughts by her murmuring in her sleep. She moved against him and he tightened his arm around her comfortingly.
Many nights passed. Every night, they went a little bit further. Jon decided that Alanna was the best lover he had ever and would ever have. She moved against him matching him in tenderness or in passion, whichever he happened to feel, she also seemed to feel.
And she was falling in love with him as he was falling in love with her.
The very first night they tried sex she whispered to him "try". He gently positioned himself and pushed. Not hard. Not enough to go all the way in, she ghasped. He saw the tear that leaked out of one eye. He pushed a little further in. She felt as though he was not in at all. She felt as though he was pushing on a solid barrier. When she could take no more she pushed upward forcing him out. Then he held her while she cried for reasons she was unable to explain. Maybe it was that she couldn't even get sex right. Maybe she was upset that she couldn't give Jon what she felt he deserved. Whatever the reason, she sobbed into his chest as he patiently stroked her hair.
The next day, she hurt. She felt it when she walked and when she visited the privy. The next night, she bravely told him to do it. This time, Jon pushed in a little faster. Alanna cried out and her eyes welled tears. She was so tight Jon wanted to go faster and faster until he came. He forced himself to hold still until he could calm her down.
"Alanna look at me! You have to relax, ok?" He felt her try. He felt her relax and tighten, trying to focus. After a minute she bit her lip and he felt her relax and stay that way. He pulled most of the way out, watching her carefully. After a moment he pulled out.
"I said you had to relax, not pretend it didn't hurt. I'm not going to think less of you if this hurts you." He told her. Then he remembered, she would bleed! He moved one hand along the length of his penis then held it up so he could see it. Sure enough, blood glistened on his palm. "Shit." He said jumping up.
"What!?" she asked frightened.
He found a towel then moved the blankets. He pressed them against her to stop the blood flow. Once he was satisfied that she was no longer losing blood he cleaned his bed as best he could then found a knife and made a cut on his leg so if anyone asked how blood got on his bed, he would have a wound to show them.
"Will it ever get easier?" she asked. Once reassured, she pushed her aching pelvis against his and fell asleep as he held her close.
