A/N: Right-o! This chapter is the reason why this story is rated as such. Innocent eyes, look away when you get to half of the story. Lol. Thank you for continuing to support this story! Enjoy some RoyAi sexiii tymz. Lol
The Hawk's Eye sat with her back against the headboard, a pillow propped on her crossed legs. Her opposite fingers were entwined with each other, thumbs twiddling to and fro. All these years of being on the battlefield and taking part in numerous heists, yet she had never been as nervous as she waited for her husband to finish brewing tea for their upcoming conversation.
Riza had never had an exchange of such nature with anyone. Sure, Rebecca might have gotten her into the deepest depths of erotic literature but such readings were purely personal, never to be discussed. Moreover, she had never sought the company of another person in an exclusive relationship. It wasn't possible when her heart beheld only one person behind its thick barricades.
Everything that was about to happen in the next hours or so would be uncharted territory; she felt awkward in her own skin. Riza doesn't know why she felt so self-conscious at having sex with her own husband. The blonde colonel knew of so many people, male and female alike, who engage in such acts of the flesh even before marriage. She was beginning to question her own mind why she, a person who was sure of herself (mostly), couldn't be the same.
After a few moments of sitting in her own awkward pity party, Riza decided that enough was enough. She resolved to swallow her inhibitions and just steel her gut for what was to inevitably come. She had stared death in the face far too many times to be skittish around the topic of sex. Besides, it was how she does lots of things in her life thus far; she could employ the same method of approach for this situation.
Which was why, when Roy came back into their room, her first words shocked both speaker and listener. "Let's just do it."
It took the brigadier general a tonne of willpower not to drop the tray that carried their tea and cups. Roy's narrow, slanted eyes widened considerably. "Excuse me?"
Riza threw the pillow off her and stood from their bed, facing Roy with a determined look on her face. "Sex," she said casually. "Let's just do it. More action, less talk."
His brows knitted and his eyes looked from side to side before they settled upon his wife. The colonel looked like she was about to take on a crime ring with her faithful rifle. She had that look that she has whenever she was confident about a target, moving or otherwise.
"At ease, soldier," Roy said tentatively. "Better yet; stand down, Taisa."
Riza's amber eyes rolled skyward. "I'm serious, Roy," she insisted. "And you better not be pulling rank inside our bedroom, Junshou."
"The situation seemed to call for it."
Her doe eyes narrowed extensively. "No situation will ever warrant you to pull rank on me. Do I make myself clear?"
The intensity of her tone took him aback and Roy swallowed his building dread. He was used to Riza scolding him for not doing his work when she was still under her command but none of those were as fierce as the last two statements she had uttered for him. Maybe pulling rank as a joke is a bad joke. "Aye, Ma'am. I apologise."
Vaguely, Roy Mustang surmises that should the council know of Riza's more persuasive nature, she would be promoted to a rank higher than his. His wife's ferocity and fortitude as a soldier could easily rival Olivier Mira Armstrong's. Good thing she has a secret warmth that she only shares with a handful of people.
Roy watched as his wife sighed and sat back down on the edge of their bed. "So…" he started. "Where did that came from? I thought you wanted to talk about it first?"
Riza shrugged and took the tray from him, pouring them tea. "You wanted to talk about it, as you have suggested it. I agreed thinking it was a good idea. Now, I change my mind."
"What? How can you change your mind so easily?" Roy queried, confused. He dragged the vanity chair and sat down on it so they were facing each other.
"Because I thought about it once more," Riza nodded, crossing her legs and sipping on her cup. "I figured that it would be futile to have a conversation about sex if we haven't done anything yet. Ergo, there is nothing to talk about…at least not yet."
"Okay, I concur slightly…but wouldn't it be helpful if we discuss what we know about sex first before we do it?" Roy asked. "I mean, you did say you wanted to be ready when it happens."
The sniper nodded and finished her tea. "I did say that, but then I considered the fact that one can never be truly ready for when it happens. Besides, what we know about sex is limited to what we have read in books. We can't be foolish to think that we can liken our future sex life to what is written in literature."
"Good heavens, no! Rape, incest, underage couplings, other freakish things? No, thank you," Roy exclaimed.
"Exactly my point, my King," she hummed, handing him his cup of tea. "Although we can admit that they have been helpful to…excite the mind…trigger imagination…create a want…build anticipation."
He took the proffered teacup and drank the beverage in one gulp. Roy wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and sighed. "And I suppose your next statement would be along the lines of…since we have no prior experience regarding this, we are to create our own?"
Riza tipped her head up a little, considering his point. "I might not have phrased it that way, but I think the bottom line is akin to what you said."
"Say, we agree to do it at a certain time," the alchemist started. "Don't we need to lay some…ground rules?"
The markswoman eyed her husband in caution. "Are you saying that if we don't, you're going to try something out of the ordinary?"
"No!" he was quick to refute. "Of course not! I wouldn't want to put us out of commission just because we tackled on something complicated the first time we had sex. Now, that will just wind up the rumor mills; certainly not going to help us keep appearances."
His mention of keeping their façade suddenly made her worry. Riza had heard of women showing a glow after engaging in physical intimacy, and news was quick to spread around the military. Her lip quivered and her eyes blinked, unsure if the conversation they were having was going in the correct direction.
Sensing her sudden unease, Roy laid a hand on his wife's shoulder and squeezed firmly. "Riza, you don't have to force yourself to be okay with all of this all of a sudden if you still aren't comfortable with the thought."
She kicked herself mentally and let out an exasperated sigh. Unable to find the words to respond to his words of comfort, the colonel merely nodded.
They spent the rest of the weekend talking about books they have already read. The genre of erotica was not once touched.
In the middle of the week, Riza had begun to notice what Roy had said a couple of nights ago. Rebecca was monopolizing her during lunchtime. The thought came to her at the start of the week but she paid it no mind and merely dismissed it as coincidence. Then, it happened again, one lunch after the other.
While the colonel did not really mind spending her lunches with her best friend and adjutant, she wanted to have a chance to speak to Roy in the context of work. They have agreed not to take home work matters if they could help it but there was a nagging in her brain to check on her husband and how he was fairing with the paperwork.
"Ri, did you hear what I just asked?" Catalina queried, waving a hand in front of Riza's face.
Riza blinked rapidly and muttered a small apology.
"Right, since we're not determining the shoes I need to be getting for mine and Jean's date this weekend, let's talk about what's been bugging you," Rebecca decided.
"I'm fine, Becky."
Rebecca rolled her eyes dramatically. "Check who you're trying to fool, Ri."
Riza merely pursed her lips in response.
"It's not nothing, if it's making you stare out into space," Catalina reasoned before she took a sip of her juice. "What's up? Trouble in Mustang paradise?"
Amber eyes quickly caught her gaze and narrowed. "Not so loud, Becky. And, no."
"Well, it must be related to it if it's making your stoic mask slip off the slightest. None of the regular soldiers will notice but I do. And I'm sure he does, too."
With Rebecca's notice, Riza's mind scrambled for an explanation. Her thoughts were running amuck with Rebecca's monopoly, among other things like potentially having sex with her husband. "Junshou asks why you're monopolizing me during lunch."
A perfectly groomed brunette brow rose. "That's what's going on inside your head?" she asked incredulously. "Gods, you two, I can never understand."
Riza's own brow rose when her adjutant silently lamented what seemed to be Rebecca misconceiving hers and her husband's relationship. "What do you mean?"
"It's just that you, two, worry over the smallest of details when it comes to each other," Rebecca said.
If she could wipe her brow in relief, she would have. Riza could never predict what would come out of Rebecca's mouth, and she seemed to have dodged another bullet that could very well shatter their façade.
"Anyways," Riza heard her adjutant start. "I can't have you be seen having lunch with Mustang since you are now out of his command. If you did, people would ask; people would talk. Why are they having lunch together? Doesn't she already have her own unit? Is there something going on between them?"
The realization dawned on her like a rapidly rising sun over a darkened Earth. She and Roy never even thought about that. It was a good thing, then, that Rebecca manages to think outside of the box when the situation calls for it.
"It's why," Catalina continued. "Jean and I never have lunch together, too. Not to mention, again, you are now out of his unit. You have to let him do his own work. He can't keep on relying on you to see if he signed all the documents he needed to, or if he put the correct punctuation mark in the right place. Let him worry about his own work and you worry about our mission."
"I'll make sure he is clear on that," Riza nodded.
"Besides," Rebecca said with a smirk, nudging Riza on her side. "We, ourselves, must be actual examples if we are to lobby for a repeal to that stupid fraternization law thing. It must be us first who know how to draw the boundary between work and personal life."
As soon as Rebecca took her leave at the end of the day, Riza began filing away the new set of papers their team had accomplished. When she took on the task to restore Ishval, Riza knew that the job entailed numerous amounts of paperwork and logistics. Nevertheless, she wasn't rendered less tired by them with that realization in mind.
Sighing, she slumped back against her swivel chair and pinched the skin between her brows to relieve the tension that was starting to build. Riza closed her eyes for a few moments to soothe the pinprick sensation on her eyes. The day left her tired, what with going around Central to encourage key players in helping with the restoration. Having to deal with a variety of personalities in one day almost dried her patience and tact.
A knock sounded from her right yet she didn't even react, knowing who it already was.
"Hey."
"Hm."
Their clipped exchange made Roy frown and he angled his head better only to see his wife in such position behind her desk. His chest panged slightly at the view, Riza looking smaller than she usually is. He knew how difficult and frustrating it was for Riza to have their mission move at a slower pace than she had planned. The brigadier general let himself into her office, walking to her side and cupping her face.
"Are you all right, my love?"
"I honestly don't know."
Roy swiveled her chair so that she faced him and he knelt down before her. The brigadier general took her hands gingerly and squeezed them, placing a kiss on each set of fingers. Then, he pulled her down to join him on the floor and he engulfed Riza in an embrace, a hand going to her back to draw calming circles. "How about I make dinner tonight, draw you a bath, then give you a massage before sleep, hm?"
"It's my turn to cook, Roy."
"None of that, Riza," he hummed. "My duties…remember?"
Riza lazily tore her head away from its respite on his strong shoulder to look up at him. "Right."
"Come now. Let's go home. We'll walk together."
She frowned at his suggestion. "People will see us."
"Not if we take the path I take whenever I walk home. It's longer than usual, and I know you are already tired on your feet so I will just have to carry you if you stumble or something."
His words drew a small smile from her lips. "You're sweet, Roy-kun."
"So I have been told," he smirked.
Riza's lips pulled into a teasing grin. "By a lot more other women than myself, I am sure Mustang-Junshou."
A sneer and an exasperated sigh made Riza chuckle. "Must you, my darling?"
"You make it so easy."
"Well, then, I am reconsidering the offer of massage, Mustang-Taisa."
The blonde sniper snorted. "No, you aren't."
"No, I am actually not," he shrugged with a smirk before he pulled Riza up on her feet. "Anyways, the sooner we leave, the sooner we arrive home."
It turns out, Riza only needed to stretch her limbs and get some air that wasn't circulating about her stuffy office. Sure, they needed to pass by underground tunnels, but she didn't mind. The colonel appreciated the private time with her husband.
They talked as they made their way back home, as Riza shared Rebecca's thoughts and plans on the fraternization law. What surprised her was that Roy seemed to be in agreement with her adjutant, seeing as the two were usually at the opposite sides of the pole.
As soon as they arrived home, Roy held on to his promise and drew a bath for his wife before starting on dinner. Riza had to admit that she was beginning to like being pampered, not because she wanted another person to do things for her but because she saw how happy Roy was to be of service to her. She found the tiny smile on his lips far too adorable, but somehow, she knew that he wasn't even aware that there existed a content look on his face.
When the warm water caressed her skin, Riza couldn't help but let out an indulgent sigh of relief. The bath was just perfect to relax her weary body, the scent of their bathroom lulling her senses back to a state of calm. The ambience was quick to send her into a slight nap, only to be woken by the sound of her husband gently rapping on the door to let her know that dinner would be done soon.
The sniper looked towards the bath water and the rest of the bath before her. The scent of the aroma therapy oil that Roy had mixed in was almost intoxicating as it now clung to both the water and her skin. Riza stretched her legs and suppressed a shudder when the water tickled her skin. How nice would it have been to share the space with Roy?
Her own thought made her jump and Riza's eyes widened as soon as she replayed what she had said in her mind. The colonel couldn't pinpoint how such musing came about. Did she just long to share a space with her husband in such an intimate proximity with only their birthday suits on?
Riza stood up and unplugged the drain, watching the water whirl into nothingness. She may have been preoccupied with Ishval matters at work these past few days, but she did find herself thinking about their conversation during the weekend that had passed during idle times. The fact that they hadn't resolved anything yet, or come up with a plan was starting to grate on her nerves.
Roy might have said that she can have all the time she needed to get comfortable with the idea of them having sex, but she was getting impatient with her own self. It wasn't something that she can just expect to happen overnight. It was something that she needed to think about in copious amounts.
A small voice in her head pointed out that she already had thought about them potentially having sex, numerous times in the last five days alone. Try as she might, Riza couldn't avoid thinking about their future act of copulation in accordance to what she had read in her erotic novels. They may have been farfetched stories, but at least they provided ample imagery.
Given such, it would only be logical to assume that she was now comfortable with the idea. Right?
Now that she had accomplished the thinking part, doing was what was usually next. How Riza Hawkeye-Mustang will achieve that, she doesn't know as of yet.
An hour after their dinner found the army pair inside their bedroom. Riza lay prone on the bed with only her silk robe covering her posterior side. Roy hovered over her, warming up his hands with the massage lotion that he had opened. He was humming to himself as he did so, lost in such a mundane task that he was a little startled when Riza spoke.
"I think your hands are warm enough, Roy-kun," she softly mused.
A chuckle sounded from his lips and Roy tugged her robe down to reveal her back. The sight of her mangled tattoo was something he drank in so selfishly that he was silent for a few minutes. True, they had talked about the burning in copious amounts and he no longer felt guilty about it (at least not as much as he did before; it was a working progress), but seeing her back was something else entirely.
"Roy—"
"I'm fine," he was quick to assure her. The Junshou rubbed his hands together a last time before he set them against her skin, face hard as his bare palms met the rough patches of her scars.
Riza's breath hitched at the contact. It was as if the heat of his touch on her skin could rival the heat of the flames that he set upon her all those years ago. This time, however, there was no pain. There was only comfort, care, and tenderness. The colonel closed her eyes to swim in the foreign, yet welcome sensation.
The warmth of his hands was quick to crawl towards the rest of her body. Riza could not point how or why it was, but the memories of the phantom pains brought about by the burning was being replaced by how his hands traveled across the small expanse of her back. Pleasure was quick to permanently replace pain, and she had to admit that she was more than relieved for it.
With the introduction of his hands to her bare skin done with, his fingers pressed on the muscles of her tensed shoulders, drawing circles to ease the tension that has built within them. The markswoman was far too tempted to grit her teeth as he worked her knots undone but she knew that creating another tension in her body would counteract his handiwork.
Roy let his thumbs traverse her nape, pressing rhythmic movements to soothe her aches further. Riza's body felt like a tightly wound string that was to snap soon, if not given the proper treatment to unwind. The brigadier general was only glad to be of service. Soon, he was done with her upper back muscles so he now focused downwards.
It felt incredibly wrong to him to just suddenly knead her scarred flesh so he bent down and kissed every marred skin with his lips gently, as if uttering silent (yet unnecessary) apologies to her. Instead of more warmth, shivers were the one that creeped onto her skin as if he exalted their existence.
There was a tightening in his gut as he did so, but he continued to place more kisses on her back, not once minding the tattoo that was permanently inscribed on it. Riza was far more than the container of the notes that brought about his alchemy. She was his life's love and purpose; thus, he shall take her as she is without conditions or second thoughts. If it meant having to see the remnants of the pain he had caused her before, then he was going to force himself to be all right with it.
After all, their marriage was founded on the mutualism of their respect and cherishment of the other. There was no room, whatsoever, for selfishness such as getting caught up with personal guilt, far often and deeper than necessary.
As she laid down on their plush mattress, Riza could almost feel the tension growing in her husband. She knew that it was going to be hard for him to see her naked back once more, and if she there was something that could instantly take away his hardship, she would do it in a minute. Yet, the only thing she could do was to ease his mind off it.
"Want to know something?" she asked, voice almost a muted whisper.
Roy managed to tear himself away from her back, mouth replaced by his large, warm hands once more. "What's that, love?"
"I just…I thought about how nice it would have been if you joined me in the bath earlier."
"Yeah?" he whispered, voice low and gravelly. There was a rising anticipation in him, which he struggled to contain. "Maybe we should do that one of these days."
A blush crept on to Riza's cheeks but she paid it no mind. It was hard not to flush, with Roy's hands reducing her into mush along with his agreement to such an intimate activity.
The colonel felt her robe cover the top of her posterior body. She had to sigh a little when he took his hands off her, eternally grateful for his massage suggestion. It was helping her get rid of the hassle and toxicities of the day. She was going to have to ask for more of such in the future, she was sure.
There was a satisfied smile on her face as Roy continued to lay delightful pressure on her fatigued legs. Riza slowly entered into Zen as his fingers untangled the taut ties on her tired limbs. She couldn't help but ask Roy to do the process one more time as the colonel craved more soothing from his hands.
When he finished, Roy slowly let his hands slide to her thighs, careful not to make large, disruptive movements so he wouldn't startle his wife. He found several more strained muscles which he took great time in working to relief. The Junshou was focused on his work, not letting his mind wander into something else entirely since he knew Riza wasn't quite there on the same page with him just yet.
Try as she might to keep calm and collected, the complicated rhythm of movements of his fingers on her delicate thighs were stirring a growing frenzy within her. Her body heat had grown a little warmer as his hands tread dangerously close to her place of intimacy. Even with great effort, Riza couldn't help but want more of those touches in other, obscured places.
"Roy…" she whispered into the pillow, hand going to clutch the cover of his pillow. "Can you…can you…touch me?"
She felt him still his movements at her request, but it was something that she was expecting. Once Roy had realized what she was asking, he cleared his throat and took a silent gulp of breath to calm his mind and formulate a cohesive reply. "A-Are you sure, Riza?"
The patch of skin where his immobile hands lay grew several degrees warmer and Riza's chest hammered, struggling to contain her quickening heartbeat. It was now or never, the colonel thought. She knew she was treading that delicate line, the one that will send her over to the other side and never to return. Unlike the previous situations, she was more excited now than nervous.
And so, she rolled on their bed and laid on her back, revealing all of what she could to him.
"Yes, Roy. I am sure."
The look on her husband's face was far too comical to ignore. Roy's eyes were rounded as they stared hungrily at her. His mouth hung open slightly, depicting the astonishment he has for her. Never let it be said that Riza Hawkeye-Mustang wasn't one for the shock factor.
A corner of her lip turned up at his bewilderment and so Riza reached out a hand and took Roy's on hers. His hands were slick with the massage lotion, but they were invitingly warm and pleasant. The sniper tugged on his hand and squeezed. "Roy. Touch me."
Her repeated request wiped away the disorientation in him and Roy wordlessly nodded. He knelt beside their bed and let his hand lay on her chest. Closing in, he caught her lips in a soft kiss while another hand joined the one already on her skin.
Roy's large hands traveled in opposite directions, claiming her breasts individually. Her skin turned almost feverish at the contact and he almost was swept off his feet at the feel of her mounds perfectly enclosed by his manus.
When she felt his hands upon her flesh, a whimper escaped her lips, which he easily swallowed. Her skin felt aflame and she had to shut her eyes at the immensely overpowering sensation. The act only made her feel more of his rough skin on her breasts.
The slightest of his movements elicited a throaty moan from Riza and the colonel was almost embarrassed at the sound that she had made. Her husband was quick to take note of this, and Roy's lips pressed a smooch on the corner of her lips, as if a plea to let him hear more.
"Oh…" Riza keened, voice escalating in pitch as he began to knead her breasts. The patterned motion was sending ropes of fire all throughout her body, making her skin flush more. However, she felt like these sensations terminate on one place only.
It was her core.
"Roy…" she moaned, prolonging the singular vowel in his name in reaction to his fingers pressing her nipples and twisting them slightly. Instead of flames, sparks of electricity were now shocking her nerves, igniting her apex more and more. "Oh, god…"
Her labored breaths and keening voice was drowning him in a pool of pleasured anticipation. It was as if he couldn't care less about his own satisfaction, and was merely preoccupied by what else he could do to coax such reactions from his wife. Watching her accept the pleasure from him enthralls him like how he is fascinated by watching fire dance upon his hands.
Said hands now left her breasts and wandered downwards to caress her toned stomach. Roy pressed his lips against her once more and was glad to feel her respond with such a ferocity that he hasn't ever witnessed before. The alchemist took a moment to tear himself away from her lips to look at her eyes. "Do you still—?"
"Yes, I trust you," she said even before he had finished his query.
Such were the words that floor him every single time she utters them. No matter the circumstance, no matter what happened in the past, Riza was always quick to assure that she trusts him fully and deeply. Roy knew that he would always strive to be deserving of such words.
"I love you, Riza," he whispered against her mouth.
"And I love you, Roy."
He claimed her lips once more, angling his head to deepen their twine. Roy let his hands wander down her body further, smiling as he felt her hands bury themselves into his dark mop of hair. When he needed to breathe, he let her go for the moment then let his mouth explore some more of her.
They settled on her neck, covering her skin with a multitude of kisses both fleeting and hungry. Afterwards, his lips dared to claim the shell of her ear, nibbling on the delicate cartilages that make it up. He let them go experimentally and then dug his face to the back of her ear, dropping another kiss indulgently. He felt the new maneuver made her stomach twitch, and so he placed a few more pecks on the sensitive skin.
Soon, her stomach was quivering and Riza was struggling to stay put on the mattress. She was worried that if she moved grandly, she would be out of his reach, thus ceasing all these pleasurable things he was making her feel. Even as a soldier with a highly trained sense of discipline, the calls of her flesh were far too potent to ignore.
Riza felt his hands inch closer and closer to her apex, and the excitement she felt only rocked her stomach further. Her back arched as they finally met her warm, sensitive womanhood. Her eyes flittered open and her mouth hung open, letting out soft pants. Riza has never felt such warmth against her centre, and it tore her apart whether to shy away from it or pursue it some more.
She was left without a space to make a decision when Roy suddenly parted her delicate folds with his fingers, then letting a fingertip trace her entrance. It was then she knew that pursuing the sensation was a much, much more agreeable decision. Riza bit her lip and her breathing paused as he caressed her slit. Her eyes became hooded as her back finally relaxed, meeting their soft covers once more.
"Gods, you're still so beautiful when you look like that," he whispered against her cheek. Roy smirked slightly when he began to run his fingers up and down her labia, prodding here and there to know which stroke she liked best.
The sudden commencement of his fingers' dance on her pussy made her suck in a sharp breath. When she couldn't hold back her breathing anymore, Riza's mouth fell open with whimpers as Roy fiddled with her womanhood. Her legs rose from their slumber on their bed and her feet planted on the mattress to give him more room to explore.
He took the chance willingly. First, Roy moved from his place beside her and climbed their bed, settling between her legs. Then he laid on his stomach and resumed his exploration, two hands now working on her pussy. One hand parted her labia once more, and the brigadier general was delighted to see her entrance leaking out with premature juices to indicate her arousal.
Only a fool would resist to touch her then. His other hand flattened three fingers against her entrance, working her flesh up, down, and in random circles. Roy spread her pre-cum from her entrance to the whole of her heated pussy, lubricating his fingers for more ease of movement. Yet, he still refrained from touching her clit.
"Ah, Roy…" Riza moaned, hands going to clutch the bed covers at her sides. There was something incredibly arousing to watch her husband so concentrated in giving her pleasure. It made the want in her system ignite a little more. "Roy… Ohh, Roy…"
The colonel wanted nothing more than to let him know all these great things he was making her feel, wanted nothing more than to communicate how he was making her feel so good with just a coordinated movement of his hands. However, her vocabulary was reduced to a chant of his name and other incoherent utterances that colour her keens and moans.
"Roy!"
The yelp of his name from her lips bounced off the wall of their bedroom. Her back muscles flexed and Riza had to squeeze her eyes closed once the tips of her fingers finally grazed her clit. It felt as if she were numbed by and overloaded with stimulus all at once. Her knees wanted to knock together to keep him out but an unknown, prevailing force reduced her muscles to stillness.
His fingers left her entrance and sank down on her clitoris, sliding against her hood in circles. Like the alchemical genius that he is, Roy experimented on her bundle of nerves as her throat produced even more sharp moans and pleasured whimpers. She felt his fingers press on her clit to move it in almost any direction. The small motion sending sharper tremors to her core. "Roy…Oh, god, Roy…Ah…angh…Ah!"
Her hips flexed and met his ministrations automatically, and Riza's head thrashed at the result of what her body dictated her to do. Moisture collected at the corner of her eyes as the sensation on her clitoris spread to the whole of her body, almost leaving her overwhelmed. But, oh, how she craved for more!
"Ah!"
The small, piercing scream left her lips and flew to his ears, sending him a jolt of warmth. Roy was never more excited than at that moment when his wife was slowly losing herself to the power of her carnal pleasure. And by the gods, it strokes his pride sweetly as he knew it was because of him that she was this way.
"Feels good, love?"
"God, yes!"
The friction created by her hips grinding against his fingers quickened the tightening of the knot in her core. Like everything else that had happened, it was something that Riza was not yet familiar with but it was like a strong dosage of morphine when there was pain somewhere. It was addicting to feel but it was equally tempting to relieve herself of the pressure building up inside.
Several more drawn circles of his fingers on her clit and Riza was floored by the pressure that she willingly let the reins of what held it back go. Suddenly, she was swallowed by a tremendous wave of pleasure. Every neural end she had was on fire. Every muscle twitched violently. Her toes curled as her orgasm threw all method of thinking away from the window. She only felt now.
His name fell upon from her lips, evolving from a lengthened version to a scream that climbed both in pitch and intensity the further she submerged herself into her pleasure. Riza's back arched gracefully from the bed as she erupted and Roy had to stay on guard, in case she edged far too close to the end of their mattress.
Their bedroom was filled with her pleasured screams. Roy felt like he was in a trance watching her as she convulsed in pleasure, and listening to her as she relentlessly and uncaringly cried out her indulgence. The alchemist found her flushed skin to be extremely beautiful. The way Riza's face contorted and the way her tantalizing body convulsed was definitely a realized fantasy.
His own breath hitched until she rounded on the last drips of her orgasm. Roy could only stare as her back gracefully settled on the bed once more, mouth falling open to relieve the shortness of her breath. It took everything in him not to ravage his wife then, so he took a deep breath before he approached her once more.
Not minding the wetness of their sheets, Roy pressed his body against her naked one and framed her head with his strong arms. The alchemist pressed a kiss to the side of her lips and then nuzzled his face into her neck. A smile crept onto his mouth as he felt her arms languidly wrap around his neck.
"Roy-kun?"
"Mm?"
"I want more."
She didn't know what overcome her to proposition him in such away. Maybe it was the leftover adrenaline that spiked her system after her first-ever orgasm. Maybe it was the sensations that she had felt prior to her release. Or maybe it was the hard poke against her thigh that she did not need to see to know what it was.
"More…more what?" he asked, voice gruff as the anticipation swirled in his stomach once more.
Under his weight, Riza managed to move her thigh and gently nudged his erection. It was a strange feeling to do so, but she was unable to help it now. It was as if her orgasm unlocked a door that held back so much repressed desire. "This…us."
The small movement was enough to make his own arousal known. Her words only confirmed this. Roy rose from his perch on her neck and he looked at her just to make sure. There was nothing but pure desire written on her face, and her honey eyes were slightly darkened with carnal hunger.
In one swift move, his shirt flew from his torso and was discarded to a random corner in their room. His pyjama bottoms followed suit. Reluctantly, Roy tore himself from her to caress his own arousal. If she were ready, then so was he. With one final look, he guided his member towards her entrance and slipped the head in.
As a soldier, she was trained to downplay any kind of pain that she was to encounter until medical help arrived to relieve them of such. However, she was fully unprepared to feel this kind of pain when Roy slowly slid himself inside her. She stilled on the bed, hands going to his arms instinctively.
Her husband pressed his body against hers for some warmth, and his hands cupped her face. His thumbs drew mindless circles on her cheek in an attempt to soothe her discomfort. Riza need not open her eyes to know that Roy was looking at her with utmost concern.
"Riza—"
"Don't," she said, clipped and strained. "Don't stop."
"But—"
"I said don't."
Roy sighed, gritting his teeth as he let himself move a little more forward. The squeeze of her walls around his cock was almost too much to bear but the concern for his wife made it easy to ignore his pleasure for the moment. His hips went on some more until he felt something akin to a barrier tear apart.
Riza laid still, vaguely wondering if this was a mistake. The pain was piercing, something she had never experienced before; thus, she was not skilled to hide it. Her head turned away from him and she felt her eyes prick with tears. The pain and the uncomfortable pressure inside her almost made her want to kick him off her but she knew it was a necessary thing to undergo. Still, it didn't make the process easier.
"Breathe, Riza."
Nodding, she took his advice and began to inspire deep breaths, then let them out slowly, calmly. The pain was very slowly ebbing away, but it was, and that was what mattered. A few silent minutes passed before she felt capable to ignore the pain. Riza nodded to her husband, who slid out carefully and then re-entered her once more.
When their hips met once more, a sharp gasp escaped past her. Roy kissed her lips as he moved in and out of her slowly to distract her from her discomfiture. In between his pecks on her mouth, he would whisper sweet nothings just so she would be able to take her mind off the downside of losing her virginity.
It wasn't long before Roy felt a tightening at the base of his spine. He didn't indulge much in pleasuring himself but the rare times he did was enough experience to know that he was about to reach his climax. His chest panged at the thought of him peaking when Riza was obviously feeling anything but pleasure at the moment. So, he reached in between them and his thumb found the bundle of nerves he played with earlier.
Roy was glad that she asked him to touch her since he now knows how to pleasure her with his fingers. It made the process more bearable now that he would be able to satisfy her at the same time he lets himself go.
As she was far too focused in shutting out the pain she felt in her insides, Riza was surprised when Roy's thumb reclaimed her clit. However, she couldn't voice out any complaints since it was doing a decent job to dissipate the sting inside her pussy. Her mouth fell open as his thumb began to work on stimulating her nerves pleasurably once more.
The growls that came from the bottom of Roy's chest was something she didn't expect to hear, and she was surprised at herself when she found them extremely captivating. Riza focused on the motion of his thumb and the sound of his low grunts and she was soon chasing her own orgasm.
"Riza…"
Her eyes rolled back when she heard her name, and she was swept off by her pleasure once more. In their tightness, her back managed to arch slightly, heels digging into their mattress. Her walls painfully yet pleasurable clamped down on his throbbing member, making Roy tip off the edge almost as soon as she did.
He couldn't help but growl when she squeezed him oh so tightly with her heated, snug pussy walls. The sensation was almost too much for him to bear so he pressed into her once more, burying deep to release his orgasm. His teeth sank down on the skin of her clavicle, in an attempt to not lose his mind over his climax.
Their labored breaths replaced their pleasured cries and growls. Roy dropped one more kiss on Riza's lips before he slowly slid out of her cavern. The alchemist shivered as his limp cock was met by the cool air of their bedroom and he quickly grabbed their duvet to cover their nakedness.
Roy was quick to engulf his wife in an embrace. He nuzzled his face into her hair and breathed in her scent. His arms felt her erratic heartbeat gradually slow down to its usual rhythmic thumping. The alchemist kissed the crown of her head and a hand went to lovingly caress her arm.
"My Queen, do you hurt?"
The sound of concern in his voice made her chest twang affectionately. "It's nothing I can't handle," she replied before letting out an indulgent yawn.
A chuckle reverberated from his chest. "That is such a Riza kind of answer."
Her brow raised and she looked up at him, a smirk upon her lips. "What else were you expecting?"
Roy returned her smirk and shook his head lightly. "Nothing; nothing at all. Anyways, we shall go to sleep. You look like you only have a few minutes left."
"Somebody made me tired," she playfully grumbled, burrowing into his naked chest.
Roy snorted and laughed lightly. "I'll make sure he'll repay you back in kind tomorrow, my love. Good night now."
"Good night, Roy-kun," she whispered into his skin. "And thank you."
"Whatever for?"
Riza kissed his chest softly before responding. "Everything."
His chest soared at her reply. It was too early to thank him for anything at all, but Roy wasn't going to refuse them. How can such small words turn him so emotional when it comes to the woman in his arms? Whatever the answer, he squeezed his eyes shut but he couldn't stop the tears from collecting in his eyes.
"You're worth it," he said softly, combing his fingers in her blonde hair. "You're worth it and I love you... So much."
"I love you, too, my King," she hummed sleepily, wrapping an arm around his torso. "So much."
