A/N: As promised.
Warning: Smut.
chapter 7: intimacy
The ride back was surreal. The whole night had been surreal. What should have been an hour on horseback felt like mere minutes, and Riza supposed it was because she felt weightless, the heavy burden crushing her shoulder had been lifted, and she felt free, like the prison chains that had been clasped around her wrists were finally released.
The door creaked open and the ominous sound of the wind outside whistled itself into her chamber. The storm was coming, and she was glad that they made it back to the castle in one piece, unseen and undiscovered by its dwellers. She looked up at the familiar figure entering her room, and she felt warmth wash over her at the sight.
The man gingerly lowered himself onto the soft sheepskin rug on the floor, taking a seat next to her. He looked at her with a kind expression, and his baritone voice joined the crackling sound of flame from the fireplace as he inquired curiously, "Can't sleep?"
She stared into his dark eyes, and it seemed darker and deeper now that the only source of light was the dancing blaze of the hearth. She shook her head lightly, squeaking her still recovering vocal cord, "No. I was tired back at the cottage, but now that my voice has returned, I just become too excited. I swear I could see myself burst into a song if the situation allows me." She laughed airily.
He chuckled at her jest, "I'm glad you're happy…" Then he exhaled loudly, musing his thought aloud, "Do you have any regrets losing your ability to transform?"
She smiled endearingly, replying in an unintentionally husky voice, "It hasn't come to me yet, but I assure you, you will hear from me if I ever feel that way."
He shifted his body closer to hers until he could feel heat radiate from her skin. He placed his thumb on her chin, gently lifting it and turning her head to face him. He gazed into her mysterious yet familiar hazel eyes, a recognizable brown color that had been haunting his memory in recent times, and he hesitantly asked, "I have a million questions for you and I'm sure you do, too, but I will spare those questions for another time. Instead, would you allow me to take a look at the sigil on your back? There was a part that looked eerily familiar… just like how you look familiar to me..."
Her heart halted at his revelation, and she searched the depth of his orbs for that same sentiment, seeing it and yet constantly losing it the moment she grasped for it. She untied the sash of her silky cream nightgown, turning her back towards him before draping the garment down to reveal her inked skin.
He slowly extended his hand to ghost over the captivating lines and markings, and he could feel the thin, flaxen hair on her back rise with each and every sensation of his fingertips, shivering her entire body. He came across the salamander etching just above her waistline, and he somehow recognized the design in the back of his mind. He leaned his head forward until the tip of his nose hovered just above the intricate symbol, and he studied the multitude shades of red and the precisely drawn outline with curiosity.
Riza wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging it closely as she inwardly reveled in his gentle caresses of her back. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, each exhale sending a tingling sensation from the crown of her head to the tip of her toe. Every time she sensed the sultriness of each puff, she would hold her breath in suspense, and a strange and wonderful heat would pool in her stomach, slowly traversing down to her womanly parts.
He hummed to himself as he touched the scripts and outlines, feeling no grooves on her etched skin, as if a towel wipe of her back would erase the markings in an instant. He pressed his nose forward, tilting his head ever so slightly, and he sighed in disappointment as he unsuccessfully jogged his brain for a flash of memory of the design on her back.
Another puff of warm air breathing down her back and more delicate touches from his fingertips, and she felt intense passion from the culmination of his ministration threaten to burst out of its shell, an invitation for her to turn around and explore the man behind her.
She replayed their kiss in the hot spring, his soft lips along her jawline and his steady hands holding her in place, and everything about him allowed her mind to imagine things he could do with those gifts. She twisted her body to face him with her racing heart for companion, unable to contain the beguiling sensation in her chest and groins along with her roaming imagination, and she reflexively reached for his cheek, cupping it lightly, caressing his fair skin with her thumb.
Roy was jolted in shock at her sudden reaction, his eyes widening and mouth slightly gaping. And yet a large part of him enjoyed her impertinence, welcoming the unexpected with open arms.
She bent her knees and leaned her body forward, focusing her sight on his irresistible lips. She placed a chaste kiss, savoring the softness in quietude, until she realized what she had done and quickly retracted her action. She stammered an apology, but she knew inside that she didn't regret a single instance of her impoliteness, "So-sorry… I couldn't help…"
His astonished look dissipated at the croak of her voice, and his own lips were already missing the plumpness of hers. His breathing was becoming shallow as he discerned his palpitating heart, and yet he had no time to calm it down as his body screamed for more of her, so he obliged by interrupting her speech in an impatient tone, "Riza, I'm sorry, too." And he swiftly tangled his hands in her hair, pulling her head closer to his and reuniting their lips.
His passion was only invigorated in the short cessation, and he savored the sweet taste of her mouth, biting her bottom lip with hunger. She returned his fervor, tasting the warmth of his lips with each lick of her tongue before sucking it roughly inside her mouth. He trailed hot kisses down her neck, traversing her bare shoulder and toward her chest where a sliver of her gown had unwrapped itself. He looped one arm around her back, pulling her torso closer to his lips and arching her back in the process. He lingered his lips on her breast bone, giving it his undivided attention, and he became flooded in her alluring scent.
She laid down her body on the delicate rug, the silk wrapping around her body becoming undone, and the thin cloth slid down the curve of her breasts, revealing her budding nipples. She closed her eyes and laced her restless fingers in his raven hair as he journeyed back up toward her collar bone, along the contour of her lithe form, and she pulled one knee toward herself instinctively in delight. As he reached the outline of her jaw, she reached for his collar and gripped it tightly, coaxing his mouth back into hers.
He abruptly pulled from the kiss and hovered his face over hers, and at the pause for breath, he spoke with haste, "Riza, if you want me to stop, tell me now before I lose myself."
She opened her eyes and gazed into his fiery ones, unblinking, and she answered firmly and without a doubt, "I don't want you to stop."
He tucked his head in her neck, breathily whispering in her ear, and she could hear the mischievous lilt in his voice, "Good, because I can't wait to fuck you."
Her heart skipped a beat as she registered the thirst in his tone, but he quickly restored it to its rapid thumping as he took her sensitive nipple into his mouth, lapping his saliva on the perky bud. He moved onto the other one, licking and nipping her teat vigorously, and she shuddered in contentment, unable to stifle a breathy moan at the sensation.
She grabbed the hem of his woven sleeping robe and lifted it hurriedly, wanting to see more of his bare skin. She spread her hand over his chest, pressing her palm rigidly against his muscular abdomen and tracing it down toward his pelvis, feeling his sweat seep from each pore of his skin along the way. Her hand arrived at his marred skin, large angry welts adorning the otherwise flawless coloring, and it precipitated questions about that night in her mind. But she couldn't bring herself to ask about it now, and instead introduced her hand by touching the peaks and valleys of its charred flesh.
He grunted with pleasure at her little attention, and it sent a blazing sensation to his already tenting bulge, hardening it even more. He ventured his hands below her waist and to her legs, and he eyed the seeping juice on her undergarment. He grabbed the hem of her underwear, and she quickly lifted her knee to free herself from the obstructing garment. She slipped the article down her calves and tossed the fabric over her head, and she spread her knees apart for him.
He relished in the glistening of her opening as he looked on, and he reflexively licked his lip and pursed it hungrily.
"Riza, you're really wet..."
She replied seductively with half lidded eyes, "Are you going to do something about it?"
And at her words, he swiftly stuck his head in between her shapely thighs, and he drove his tongue in between her wet lips, plunging it into her without reservation.
She let out a loud moan at the pleasurable intrusion, and she could feel the heat of his breath and the prodding of his tongue inside her, hitting her sensitive spots and sending her slowly into a euphoric state. Her body was gradually enveloped in a building intoxication, and yet he stopped before she could burst out in satisfaction, her brows furrowing from disappointment as his warmth left her tingling parts below.
"Roy…?"
Riza watched him stand up languidly, unbuttoning his white robe in an unhurried fashion, as if trying to instill more craving into her already aching form. He slid his arms out of the fabric slowly, and as Riza watched, she couldn't help but admire his gorgeous, toned body.
"Do you like what you see?" he smirked.
She nodded and splayed her legs, spreading them open almost in a reflex, baring it to him. She watched him undress himself piece by piece, and she couldn't help herself but extend a finger to play with the nub above her soaked tunnel. She rubbed her clit in a circular motion slowly and then gradually quickening the pace as he took off the last remaining piece of cloth, and she could feel her heart thrum in response in a similar tempo. His cock sprang up as he released his last constricting undergarment, and her eyes widened ever so slightly.
He watched her perform a ministration on herself, and it set his heart racing underneath his skin as he gaped at her in surprise. He crawled above her and gently removed her rapidly moving finger, replacing it with one of his own just over her opening.
He whispered with his deep voice, "Let me help you." And she relented.
He brought her hand up to his mouth, and he licked the juice on her finger with an unquenchable appetite. He then inserted his finger slowly into her, and her body writhed mildly from the pressure. She uttered quietly as his finger entered her, "Roy, please…"
He pushed and pulled out of her slick passage, and his groin was throbbing from the imagination of him entering her. He inserted another finger inside the slippery folds, and she groaned from the thickness of two, sending the guttural yet sultry sound directly into his rigid shaft.
She creased the bridge of her nose, and she opened her eyes to a half-lid, looking at him with that seductive look, "R-Roy… I…"
He quickened his pace as he watched her aroused expression, and she gradually matched his speed with her thrashing legs. He could feel she was close to her release, and he nibbled on her earlobes playfully before whispering in her ear, "Come for me, Riza."
And at his command she felt her insides clenched around his fingers, and she huffed and puffed erratically, letting out a satisfied moan as bliss traveled through every part of her being.
The sound of her moan only intensified his needs, and he moved his hand to relieve his throbbing penis. He closed his eyes and stared at her still writhing body, and he began to slide his dick in his gripping hand with a little bit more speed until he felt her calloused hand on his wrist.
"Now let me help you," she stared at him, biting her bottom lip.
She tucked a stray golden lock behind her ear, and she clasped the rest of her thick hair with one hand as she leaned down to taste his member. She opened her mouth widely and lapped her tongue at the head, coating the tip with eagerness, and she swallowed the rest of him.
He exhaled loudly as she took him in, and he couldn't suppress an expletive, "Fuck… Riza…"
Her head bobbed up and down while her hand played with his hardening balls, and he weaved his hands in her hair as he sighed in pleasure. He thrusted his pelvis up and into her mouth each time she sucked, and he let out a loud moan in return.
She stopped her gesture as she tasted his precum on her tongue, and she looked down at him with a small smile, caressing his thighs ever so lightly. He understood what she was insinuating by the look on her face. He moved her torso up so that she could lie her entire body on the shag rug. He observed how her shiny yellow hair splayed out on the floor in a spiral, and he couldn't help but admire her beautiful features. The lust in him felt strangely misplaced, and he could have sworn that he felt love for the woman he barely knew.
He sucked on her neck as he whispered, "I'll take you on the floor, but I think you prefer the comfort of the bed..."
She chuckled and nodded in agreement, "Let's move to the bed."
He lifted her naked body into his arms and embraced her protectively. She wrapped her legs around his torso, and he could feel her moist sex on his body, and his cock twitched at the thought.
She looped her arms around his neck and smiled in glee, enjoying the closeness of their skin. She wondered for the millionth time about her unyielding fondness for the man before her. This beautiful man had taken care of her since the day they met, and she knew it was only a matter of time before her attraction for him could no longer be contained. She felt a bubbling sensation in the pit of her stomach when he curled his lips up into a half moon, and she realized it was from the anticipation of their consummation. His smile enticed her to kiss him fiercely as he carried her onto the bed, and he carefully lay her down onto the satin sheet, and he hoisted himself onto the bed after her.
He climbed over her body, kissing her softly on the lips before grabbing his stiff penis and hovering it over her entrance.
"Are you ready?"
She nodded with certainty.
The tip of his cock touched the wet lips, and he slowly penetrated her soaking passage with his thickness while studying her anticipating expression. As he inserted about halfway through, he could see a change in her facial appearance, and she let out a small cry.
He looked at her with concern, "Am I hurting you?"
Her pained expression turned into a chuckle, and she whispered truthfully, "No, you are just bigger than I expected." And with that, she clamped her legs around his torso and pushed him deep inside her, and they both moaned out loud as he filled the rest of her.
He pulled in and out of her at a slow pace, steadily setting their pace until both of them could get used to each other's rhythm. Her hips started moving to the motion, meeting his beat, and he knew she had adjusted to his thrusting. He accelerated his speed and slammed his pelvis into her, and moments later they could hear the slapping sound of flesh against flesh in a quick yet consistent tempo, the sound of panting filling the dimly lit room.
Riza looped her arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes as both of their bodies rocked in unison. He flipped her over so that she was on top, his hard dick still inside her, and it earned him a high-pitched yelp from her and he laughed lightly in return.
He placed his hands on her hips to steady her, helping her move up and down as she rode his rigid penis. His hand trailed onto her mound, pinching the pert nipple and playing with it, letting out a provocative sound out of her. He resumed his thrust into her, bobbing her breasts up and down with the motion.
He felt an imminent release coming from her as her insides slowly tighten against his cock, and he knew she would send him to the brink of euphoria. He wrapped her in an embrace and flipped her body over again so that she was on the bottom, and he pinned her hands above her head as he continued to penetrate deep inside her, increasing his speed. Her legs started shaking uncontrollably, and she released one hand to crumple the bedsheet, and she croaked in between her panting, "R-Roy… I'm coming…"
He sped up his thrusts even more until he finally felt her passage clamp on his shaft, and she screamed his name aloud in pleasure as she drowned in ecstasy.
He continued to push his throbbing dick inside of her, moaning her name in her ears until he felt a bursting sensation, "...Ah fuck!" A mere second later he felt eruption from the tip, washing his body in an equally pleasurable sensation, until his eyes widened in realization that he was injecting his hot seeds in her channel.
In a last minute attempt, he quickly pulled out of her, white substance dripping out of her opening, and he sprayed the rest of his milky fluid on her chest.
His breathing was ragged, the same as her, but he abruptly stood up to grab the linen towel on the small table next to them and bent down to wipe his seeds from his tingling member and her vagina. When he knelt to wipe her chest, he caught her play with his fluid with her fingers, and he stood still in surprise. She swiped her index finger on it and observed it curiously before inserting the sperm into her mouth innocently. She savored the taste and tilted her head as she stated, "Hmm, it tastes kind of sweet..."
He stammered, slightly embarrassed, "Sorry, I... couldn't pull out in time… I came inside you. Well, mostly inside you..." And he stared at her naked body, seeing his secretion splattered all over, and his dick twitched from the sight.
She threw him a small smile, tilting her head forward and pulling him into a slow kiss, and she spoke quietly, "Roy, it's fine. Really."
He swiped her bangs away from her face gently, and he added jokingly, "Well, if you have my child, then you will be my queen."
She caressed his cheek and laughed breathlessly, "Queen Riza? That sounds ridiculous."
And suddenly a flash of image replayed in his mind. It was of a young girl with short blonde hair. The girl cheekily stated in his memory, "Yes, because there was already a Queen Elizabeth. I don't want to be called Queen Elizabeth number two."
Roy stuttered at the flashback, a constricting feeling in his chest, "Ri-Riza, did you see that?"
She looked at him in confusion, "See what?"
He creased the bridge of his nose in astonishment, and he snapped the image out of his head as she studied his expression. The image disappeared a second later and he replied, "...Nothing. I must be hallucinating."
"Oh, I have that effect on you?" she giggled lightheartedly.
He laughed at her teasing and stroke the length of her hair gently. He stated with a soft tone, "Let's go to sleep, shall we? We have a long day ahead of us."
She smiled and nodded, proceeding to tuck her bare body underneath the heavy blanket. He slid under the covering with her, scooting closer and reveling in her warmth. He wrapped his arm around her as she nuzzled her back against his chest, and he kissed her hair affectionately before finally drifting off to sleep with her in his embrace.
In the morning...
"Chris, where is she?"
His commanding voice infiltrated the room, quick steps reverberating in the dark study.
The Queen Regent looked up from her elegant chair, and she stated nonchalantly, "I assume she is still asleep on her bed. It is still early in the morning."
The gray-bearded older man swiftly lowered himself onto the seat across from her. His breathing was erratic from his recent journey, and yet he insisted to see her the first chance he got. He countered the woman with a blatant impatience, "I have to see her. Tell me, did she come alone?"
Chris contemplated his question, and she answered with a firm tone, "Yes, she did. Was she not supposed to?"
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and without hesitance he answered her probing question, deciding that it was time he muttered the name that had always left a bitter taste in his mouth, "Was she accompanied by Berthold?"
A/N: I hope you enjoyed that. Please let me know what you think. 😊