Illithia rushed into the room caring the veil. The flowers washed wave after wave of perfume everywhere in the room. Aalexia closed the eyes and absorbed the sweet smell deep in her lungs. She avoided going out on the balcony to be seen by the crowds waiting for the royal couple. She did peak. Troy was celebrating. She had never seen the city so beautifully decorated. So many lights and flowers! The royal navy blue was everywhere and the golden cups were out on the tables for the guests to serve on the most refined wine sent all the way from Apollonia for their wedding. She quivered still thinking about it and she was hours away from marrying the Prince of Troy.
Time flew by fast and before she knew it Illithia stepped into the room again, this time she stopped in her tracks admiring Aalexia's beauty. She sparkled in the late afternoon sun. The golden leaf crown put an aura to her dark chestnut hair waving down her bare back. The gold amulets on her shoulders embedded with the royal insignia kept the white dress on her tinny shoulders, but molded in a very sensual way on her breasts, leaving the warmth of the sunny winter day to caress the sides of the soft globes down her ribs to her hips. She hated Trojan fashion! It left her more naked than dressed! And the whole population will be watching her.
Illithia stopped the flow of her thoughts.
"My Lady we must go now… They are waiting for you."
And so they were. The entire royal court led by Priam himself sided as usual by Paris. But this time Hector stood high on the steps under a garland of flowers. He took her breath away the way he stood tall, with the same golden leaf crown on the black curls, with gold bracelets wrapping the fit muscles on his arms. She watched in silence and felt grateful that Paris now took her hand to lead her to the altar; like that she could lean on him and make sure she was steady because she couldn't take her eyes off him. And for once she didn't feel bad about staring. Hector was her husband to be, she should start learning to be comfortable around him. Around all of him. She blushed before the High Priest could even say something.
Hector followed her along boiling inside. He was happy and such an easiness of heart was unlike him, unlike anything he was told to feel and be as a ruler. But she made him happy and proud. She was witty and stubborn and loving, caring and he couldn't have been more blessed. Yet, as the moment came nearer to them getting married, all he thought of was her and the few moments of privacy they had together. He knew nothing could stay in between him and making love to her anymore but he feared he was going to fast for her. Married or not he was not going to push her into it just because he wanted it.
So for the time being he lingered on her perfume as she staid beside him and was fairly happy to hold her hand in his as they exchanged vows and rings. He put the royal seal on her finger and felt proud to see her flourish with happiness. Cheers and rose petals rose to the skies as they walked through the centre of Troy greeting their people. A huge bonfire flamed up in the middle of the market and the royal musicians entertained the crowds until late in the night. Paris had gathered the most beautiful dancers in Troy to enchant the eyes of the guests and soon everyone got caught in the dances forming circles around the fire. The wine kept flowing and so did the wishes for happiness, wealth and long life for the newly weds. A little past midnight, Hector left her side and disappeared into the palace. Aalexia smiled when he kissed her hand but did not follow him continuing to sit at the King's side. Before long Illithia came to her and whispered in her ear.
"My Lady… it is time…please follow me."
She didn't ask. She thought it was part of some other palace protocol she did not know of. She had so much to learn about the life at the palace. Soon enough she found herself walking on the same corridors as before when Adrias took her to Hector's chambers. And indeed, Illithia stopped before the same massive golden doors, bowed to her then disappeared down the corridor. Now she understood what she meant. And immediately she panicked. She did not know what to do, how to react. Hector was her husband, but then again she had never been with a man, she didn't know anything about this and she didn't have a mother to tell her all about it. What if she disappointed him? What if now he discovered she wasn't all that he had seen in her? Nervously, she folded the veil to her dress in between her fingers. Then the golden doors opened suddenly and Hector stood tall in front of her, exactly as she had seen him the ast time she was there. Almost naked. And almost a God if it weren't for him to be mortal, because he had everything else of a God. He smiled and took her by the hand. The doors closed behind her and she tried to hide her panic. She felt him behind her watching in silence. She decided she had to face him with the truth. She turned around and looked him in the eye even though she knew she was blushing to the top of her head.
"I don't know what to do…"
He burst into laughter and held her tight kissing her temples. Then made her look him in the eye.
"I don't want you to do anything you do not want to do… I will wait until you are ready. I know I have forced this marriage on you already!"
"No you have not! You have been very kind in helping me …" Hector smiled and replied her with a gentle kiss.
"You are not the kind of woman to be helped by being forced into marriage. Otherwise Aeneas would have had you long ago…"
"Yes… well, I'm still trying to figure out the part where you decided to make me Queen out of the blue!" Hector could see that she was still affected by it.
"Not really out of the blue" he smiled again, going back and forth around her, observing.
"We barely know each other." She looked him in the eye.
"In terms of time, yes. In terms of everything else, not really."
"What do you mean by everything else?" she fret when asking the question, but she needed an answer to clarify her own feelings. Hector took a moment to put his thoughts in order and summarize what she meant to him in the most coherent and simplest way possible.
"You are everything a woman is not." She laughed shortly. "You're well educated yet your swearing would shame any of my men, you're witty but you play dumb, your kind and sweet but when I turn my back on you, you start battling lords! And you know, what strikes me the most, is how fearful you can be of things! So much courage and yet so much fear in one mind!" He observed her silently. "And then again I like a woman to fight me every now and then." She smiled playing with the veil.
"You might be surprised at what now and then means with me…" her smile turned devilishly.
"Too late now I guess." He laughed in return and took a step forward embracing her. "Don't you want to know what the other part of everything else is?" His turn to play the devil. She blushed but decided to confront him. He liked her defiant attitude because he had the perfect remedy for it.
"What is the other part of everything else?"
"Let me show you…" At that moment Aalexia took a deep breath like right before a plunge in the sea. Hector gave her a moment then kissed her; she kept completely still breathing through her nose like a racing horse.
He caressed her cheek down to the corner of her lips. So much for defiance! But his smile faded as well when he contoured her mouth with his thumb. Her eyes followed the expression of his face and that feeling of want quickened inside her. She took his hand in hers and kissed each finger in turn then looked at him and saw the same raw desire in his eyes.
"I am willing to wait for you if you need me to, but I am not willing to be tortured…" he barely managed to smile with all the sexual tension rising in the air.
"No need to wait. I will not be less ignorant to a man's desire a week from now…" Aalexia remained motionless looking at him. She felt warm inside with the thought that this man would wait for her.
Hector fixed her with such strength it made her bounce back, but he followed her immediately, closer than a moment before. His arms tightened around her, his face molded on hers, his breath soothed her eyelids.
"I've had to do with virgins before, but never with one who plainly tells me she's in the dark." They looked each other in the eye.
"I could lie and look like an idiot!"
"Why don't you just do what you feel like doing?"
"To you?"
"Preferably." They both laughed. "See, I don't know how to handle a situation like this either. I am with a woman, she pretends she's great, she's everything I need, she makes meaningless jokes and I end up having her, pure sex to just wake up to another morning. Yet here I am with you, I want you since I first laid eyes on you, I married you, we're in the bedroom… and what do I do? I'm making meaningless jokes! Who's the idiot now?" Aalexia laughed; leaning forward she tip toed and placed a quick kiss on his lips.
"What was that?"
"Something I felt like doing… to you. Isn't this what you wanted?"
"Go on…"
"I am not that brave!" She blushed again. Hector took her in his arms again slowly removing the veil from her head and shoulders.
"How about we start with something nice and easy?" He kissed her again, this time long and hard. She inhaled it deep inside savoring the flavor. But the kiss had an adverse effect than what he expected. "Then again I don't think I have that much resilience in me to take it that nice and easy with you… whatever I do, do not let me hurt you." She barely had time to nod when Hector took her mouth again with such force that it made her clench on him for balance. The crown fell to the floor following the veil.
His kiss made her oblivious. Her body automatically copied his moves and when he licked her lower lip she licked his. When his hands came up on the side of her ribs she let hers wonder on his back, grabbing him closer. Hector took hold of her head and pushing it back he kissed her neck, every pulsating vain down to the collarbone, licking inside the hallows at the base of her neck. He then followed the fine line of her shoulders, biting on the soft skin as he fitted her better to his chest. Aalexia dropped her hands to his waist as they got weaker and weaker; she was loosing control.
Hector cleared the way to her body unlocking the amulets on the dress. The moment the last one fell open the dress swirled down her breasts and stopped somewhere low on her hips. The cool evening breeze coming through the drapes hit her naked back with refreshing force. She felt cold, but such coldness she had never sensed before. She was so hot and yet she shivered; but maybe it wasn't the cold. The touch of his arms on her caused her to fret. Her skin got the goose bumps and she felt her breasts hardening. She tried to hide it and Hector was more than happy to be her hide out.
The moment their bodies touched he felt drained of good intentions. He wrapped her so tight for a minute letting every inch of her touch every inch of him so he can balance his thoughts for a second. He wanted this to be good for her; he wanted time for himself to make this right. She disserved it. He went back kissing her, trying to focus on only her lips for a while longer. But the way her rosy nipples grazed his chest, the way they pressed against him, molding and moving all across his muscle made him go mad. He twisted her around and slowly forced her down on one of the tables behind him. She was so taken aback by the change of things she didn't have time to support herself to anything, her arms fell open on the sides and her body was left to the mercy of his hands. Hector slowly fitted himself in between her thighs while arching her back towards him. He took a moment to admire her body so beautiful in the candle light; he freed one hand and trailed a path down her neck, on top of the hardened breasts and to her waist where the dress was pilling up in folds. He couldn't see her face the way her head was falling backwards on the table, but he could see how agitated she was; her chest was going up and down so fast in expectation. He pushed down inside her thighs and lifted her on the corner of the table then holding her ever so tight took over her breasts hungrily. She moaned and arched beneath him and each time she moved made him push inside her legs some more until he laid her body completely on the cold surface of the table. His hands gripped on the sides of the tale holding on to it as he pushed down on her each time more intimately.
Aalexia lost her breath under his weight. The cold table underneath gave her chills while his hot skin on top of her made her burn inside. She couldn't avoid it anymore so she let her legs encircle his waist and he fit perfectly. Her initiative was welcomed with a deep groan in her ear. If her mind wasn't so blown apart by everything he was doing she would've sworn she smiled happily knowing she gave him pleasure. But reason had nothing to do with the way he fed on her flesh, sucking on her breasts, biting down her ribs to her belly button and back again. The way his hips rubbed against hers caused her such urge to have him inside of her she felt ashamed. The very acknowledgment of her desire made her crazy. She tried to get up and ask him to take it slowly but the way her body moved underneath his, made Hector unresponsive to her demand. He stood up for a minute and she heard the material hiss as it was torn off his body, then seconds later she felt his palms running down her belly locking around her hips. She wasn't sure whether to look or not; she opened her eyes and saw Hector standing above her and she could tell he was naked even though he couldn't see him from waist down. He smiled then bent down to kiss her again and as he did she felt him rub against the peak of hair, up her belly slowly sinking in her skin as he laid his weight on top of her. The very sensation of his manhood so close to her core made her panic.
Hector felt her hold on his arms and knew he was pushing her limits. But it was too late to go back; anything he would do from that point forward would scare her. He released her and went down to his knees searching with his mouth the inner hot spot between her thighs. When she felt his head between her legs Aalexia called his name trying to reach and stop him. But Hector moved fast and in one move he placed the sweet soft bud in between his lips stroking it with his tongue, slowly letting her get used to the sensation. Aalexia screamed falling back on the table, her knees bouncing trying to get closer, but Hector held tight and didn't let her move. He kept a clear way to her most secret place; but he was ready to reveal himself every little part of it. He nibbled on her a little longer, and then slowly let his tongue roam up and down her cleft, in slow long strokes. She tasted good, sweet and he found it hard to keep himself from taking more at once. Little by little his moves intensified; Aalexia couldn't hold it together anymore and before long Hector heard her cry and he knew he'd broken her down. But the way she called his name, her body unsteady under his touch broke him as well. A few more gentle touches and he deepened his tongue inside her, ever so mild. She no longer cried his name, she pleaded with him to give her a moment. Hector found it hard to stop. He lifted her off the table and walked to the bed laying her on the golden bed sheets. Her face was burning and she didn't dare look at him. Hector pulled the dress down her legs and took a moment to contemplate on her nakedness. The more she twisted trying to hide the more he wanted to see more. He lay next to her and their complete touch made her moan. Hector took control again pushing himself on top of her, making her body sink in the bed covers. His lips tasted like her and the taste was so provocative she felt aching inside with uncontrollable desire. Hector seemed omnipresent on her body, touching everything from the sides of her neck to the back of her knees, from caressing her breasts to tempering with the inside of her hips. She was quick silver in his hands and all he wanted is to keep her still and make her ready.
He cupped her face in his palms and made her look at him; and when she did he gave her a comforting smile. Aalexia's breathing slowed down now that his body seemed still on hers. She gave herself a moment to enjoy the way her body burnt everywhere it touched his, indulging in the warm feeling of being so fragile in his arms. Feeling safe and sheltered. Hector released her face and traced the curves of her body down to her thighs. He gently squeezed her buttocks in his hands lifting them up to give himself a better angle to access her. At the same time he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her long and lovingly, making her forgetful at what he was doing. By the time she felt him entering her it was too late to stop him. He had a strong grasp on her hips and she felt him sliding inside her, inch by inch. The feeling was scary, like an intrusion she found hard to fit. Her hands automatically went down his shoulders and on his rib cage trying to stop him. But his body weight kept coming down on her taking him deeper inside her. The pressure in her groin increased and she gasped for air for a second when he let her breath. She urged her hands on his hips pushing him back, trying to prevent the pain from growing. Hector bit her on the lower lip diverting her attention for a moment. She moaned getting the lip in between her teeth to suck the pain out. Hector took advantage and in one cutting move pushed himself inside her all the way through. Aalexia's eyes widened, her back arched instantaneously; her mouth opened and a short cry escaped as her hands pushed him feverishly out of her. But Hector was too heavy to even flinch. He gave her time to get used to him, to let the pain sieve through her veins. Little by little she regained the color in her cheeks and Hector kissed each one of them in return, then the soft wet eyelids, down to the her ears.
Then he pulled back and felt Aalexia twist and tense inside making it so much more pleasurable for him. He smiled. She was so tight, so deep, so delicious. Her hands got stuck on his hips but no longer pushed him away. He found his way back in, each time going all the way through. He loved to see her lose her breath underneath him, the way her body craved for his; her core was hot and slippery and Hector had a hard time keeping each move steady and slow. But Aalexia moved and her thighs slipped from his grasp, their bodies changed position and Hector lost track of his movements. He grabbed her by the waist and pressed her against him so hard it made her cling on his shoulders. He pushed her hair away and kissed her passionately allowing his shaft to take her recklessly, wildly, mindless. Aalexia screamed her head fell backwards; the room span with her and her eyes could no longer perceive light from dark, colors, shades and shadows. She was swirling in a spiral of immense pleasure and it all came from the way he thrust in her, so vigorously, so possessive making it impossible to keep track of the world around. His fingers tangled in her hair while he kissed her more, endlessly, synchronizing his lips with his hips.
His body was focused on her and her alone. From their hips colliding faster and faster into a continuous movement, to her breasts rubbing against his chest, so soft and flexible, to their mouths breathing the same air and her hands holding tight above the pillows. Aalexia's body moved faster than her brained allowed it too. She arched each time he would come down on her, meeting him, easing his way inside, coiling around him. Hector shut his eyes tight. The pleasure surged from his groin and swished up his spine and into his head, making him urge his body to release. Her moans in his ear, the way her skin shinned in the candle light from the effort, the way his body met hers, the way his shaft slid inside her folds with each thrust was a sight that drove him mad. He growled in her ear trying to gain control over the situation. But his body had a mind of its own. His hips wouldn't give up their back and forth movement, slower, faster, deeper, teasing.
"Hector…" his name on her lips, that one word made him lose control completely. She had never said it so swiftly, so out of breath. He claimed her lips roughly making her moan and taking all those moans inside him as he kept ravishing her mouth. He let go of her abruptly going up on his knees and pulling her on top of him, her legs wrapped around his waist. He lifted her up and placed his shaft inside her from underneath. Then slowly let her fall on him, guiding her hips in circles around his cock. Aalexia cried with how deep she felt him, her head fell back and strands of her long hair got stuck on his hands as he kept pulling on her hips. He kissed her jaw line and licked her neck tasting the thin salty sweat layer on it. She put her legs down on the bed balancing her weight in his arms, easing his way to maneuver her on him. His moves intensified and with a powerful grunt he pushed her down on the bed and came in her a few more times before his body collapsed in a violent orgasm. His climax washed through her feeling him arch inside her, feeling his essence invading her groin, warm and pulsating. She felt her heart explode with a joy she had never felt before. Tears sparkled in the corner of her eyes as she embraced him. Hector lay on her motionless; his breathing forceful and loud, as he was trying to regain his strength.
Minutes passed before they were able to get under the covers. Aalexia felt exhausted and the cool breeze of the night made her sweaty body shiver. Hector pulled her in his arms, sheltering her away. He brushed the hair from her forehead and kissed her temples.
"All I think about is starting all over again!"
Aalexia giggled with her face buried in his neck.
"I know I hurt you, I wish…" But she put a finger on his lips and sealed them. He kissed that finger and then slowly sucked on each of the other four. Aalexia tried to pull the hand back but he hid it in his and kept it with him.
"Did I hurt you?" He looked at the ceiling but she knew he meant his question.
"A little…" Hector mumbled unhappy. "But it's normal…"
"It's not normal to be as savage about it as I was… But you left me no choice! You're driving me crazy!" Aalexia smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Hector kissed her back on the rosy swollen lips. He traced the contour of her face with his thumb and smiled. He hid his face in her hair and whispered.
"I am scared to tell you how much I love you."
Aalexia's heart stopped for a second at the sound of the three words. And then a race of heart beats pushed the blood faster through her veins.
"I am afraid too. You are too good to be true. Good things don't last for long."
Hector made her look him in the eye. "Nothing will bring us apart." But death she thought and it terrified her. She embraced him harder.
"I love you Hector, Prince of Troy." She smiled, hiding from him.
"Better not tickle me like that or you won't get any sleep tonight." She smiled again and cuddled closer closing her eyes. Hector blew in the candles next to the bed. The sweet gold light from the torches outside, the shadows on the walls and his powerful heart beat in her ear tucked her to sleep. In the last moments of consciousness she tightened her legs together attempting to control the vibrations of her body still baring the print of his body inside her. Hector stroke her back and before long she lost track of thoughts and for once in such a long while there was nothing out there but warmth, comfort and safety.