*Warning* There is an extensive and graphic sex scene included in this chapter. It is their honeymoon after all so it's not totally pointless porn. Nothing like porn with a point is there, especially when it involves marriage? Who would have thought of such an outrageous concept? Anyway, there's a lead in to the love scene so it will be detectable when the sex is about to happen so those of you that want to skip it have an early warning of when it's about to happen. Oh, and there's a short mention of sex before the 'big' scene. So yeah, just beware with this chapter.
Reyna sat in a chair next to the window that overlooked the city of Claudious in the country of Aerugo. The city was named for the ruler of Aerugo, Prince Claudio. Although still largely a trade country, Aerugo had spent large amounts of money on war preparations, only to succeed in destroying South Amestris and unable to advance any further in defeating the country that threatened to take over the world. The newly married couple running from the powerful Führer of Amestris had taken the advice of 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer' to heart. They were hiding in the country that had declared themselves an enemy of Amestris and refused to back down. The city of Claudious was located on the border of Ishval. Hidden right in the middle of the greatest enemies of her father assured them invisibility. It would be as if they had dropped off the face of the earth - or that was what they hoped for anyway.
This city would be their home for an undetermined length of time until they could formulate a new plan for their future. Not only would they have to figure out how to survive on a daily basis in the most fundamental terms but they would also have to devise the means to stay hidden away from the vengeful, murderous man who would be seeking amends for his public humiliation. Unfortunately it would not just be one common man hunting for them. The Führer of Amestris would be coming after them with the power of an army behind him. Their only hope for reprieve was that he would be too distracted having to divert his attention and power to the war that was about to break out. Perhaps their insolence and blatant rebellion would be the event that starts it all. However, the Führer could accomplish both tasks by masking his efforts to find them under the guise of launching military campaigns to keep his enemies under his thumb.
Maes had sent a large envelope stuffed full of money with them for temporary assistance with basic needs. However, they swiftly needed to find more permanent means for providing for themselves. Their dear friend had also given them a special code with which to make telephone contact with him on a secured military line after they had been in Claudious for a week. Then they would discuss how to proceed. Maes had strictly imposed the week's wait before establishing contact by arguing with Roy that the couple needed the time to be together to enjoy something akin to a honeymoon. Danger would be a constant part of their existence considering the extenuating circumstances of their dire situation. Taking a week to pretend they were a normal married couple was the least they could do before committing to their life of lethal uncertainty. Besides, he did not want them to bring attention to themselves any earlier than necessary. Although the line would be secure, there were eyes and ears everywhere in Central, and he was sure they would be waiting for some hint as to where Reyna had gone so they could gain the Führer's favor by finding her. At this time, none of them were assured of anything - not even staying alive. This not so little event in all of their lives had changed everything. Roy and Reyna's elopement would require rethinking all of their plans for the future, particularly Roy's plot to overtake and depose the Führer one day. Roy had intended for this to be an inside job, taking down the government from the inside out in a subtle, insidious way. Reyna had considered begging him to go back, to return to the barracks, and show up for roll call Monday as if nothing had happened. But something had happened. Roy had stolen away the Führer's daughter and that would not be overlooked or brushed aside by anyone because the Führer King Bradley himself would not allow them to do so. There would be hell to pay for this treasonous, rebellious act, and Bradley would be the devil to collect the debt. Maybe the couple had allowed youthful stupidity and selfish desperation to hinder the long-term plan. However, there was no way to know what other events might have occurred that would be beyond their control to destroy their plot. Things could have gone horribly wrong not only with the takeover but also that would have torn them apart or even resulted in their deaths. Either way, they had been in jeopardy since the moment they had decided to oust Bradley from his position as Führer. Putting their lives at risk had only been a matter of time. Defying him as a father first had only put them in that perilous position earlier than they had anticipated.
Reyna had left they lights off in their hotel room so she would not awake her sleeping husband. Husband. A satisfying thrill ran up her spine when she thought about the fact that she had become Mrs. Roy Mustang. She was his wife, until death do they part. Hopefully the death and parting would be many years away and would occur under natural circumstances after living a long life together. She grasped her robe more tightly around her body to ward off the unexpected chill that penetrated the air around her. They had unwittingly put themselves in an awful position. The conditions of their lives, the contexts that surrounded them, had given them no choice. With the hopeful, sentimental attitude that often killed romantic idealists like themselves, they had chosen their relationship over their desire to dethrone King Bradley. But they were determined to have it all. Having it all would prevent them from living a peaceful, safe life together. But then again, they should have known that from the beginning before their relationship even began. Pressing her palm against her forehead, she tried to keep the pounding headache at bay. Her racing thoughts had awakened her well before dawn and were threatening to give her terrible headache at the moment. Since she could not stop the thoughts from coming, she decided to redirect them. Her mind began to replay their great escape from the Führer's compound. She could not help but smile with evil glee because Roy had stolen her from right under her father's nose. Although they had run like criminals into the night, they had escaped, even if it was just for now, and they could be together.
Along their escape route, Roy and Reyna had found a priest who happened to be at the right place at the right time. They had been driving for hours and were far away from Central. Temporarily out of the reach if their demons, they were positively giddy as they chased the new day that held promise of a new life. Dawn had just begun to break when they had seen the dim flicker of candlelight in the gorgeous stained glass windows of the small yet beautiful chapel located along the deserted country road. The old priest wearing his black suit and clerical collar, had been busy making the preparations for Sunday morning services when the couple knocked on the front doors of his church with an unusual request. Thankfully, he was a kind man who believed in love and romance. It also helped that he was not a supporter of Führer King Bradley. Instead of sending them away, he agreed to perform the wedding ceremony for them. Taking a white rose from the large bouquet sitting on the communion table, he handed it to the blushing bride. His wife had made the bouquet last night using roses that she had grown in their garden. After going to get his wife who had been asleep in their small cottage next the church, he performed a short ceremony using traditional vows. The couple was somewhat properly dressed. The groom wore a tuxedo and the bride wore a big fancy dress. Barring the color, it was perfect for the ceremony. He smiled at his wife who attended the proceedings in her faded pink bathrobe and floppy blue slippers with curlers in her hair. Joining this impetuous couple in Holy matrimony at such an ungodly hour reminded him how in love he had been with his wife when they were young. He still loved her and thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world despite the wrinkles and her gray hair time had given her. This young couple had given him a delightful present by reminding him how much he loved her. When it came time to exchange the rings, the old priest was saddened to discover the couple had no rings. His wife had offered their rings to the couple but the young bride had flatly refused. Once again, they were issued a baffling request: the young woman asked for a knife from their silverware set. Everyone seemed to have a set of utensils made of real silver stashed away for special occasions, and they were no different. The priest and his wife had been bewildered, but complied with the odd request. With fascination and a small drop of fear, they had watched as she transformed the silver eating implement into two plain, unadorned silver wedding bands. After completing the ceremony, the priest's wife sent them on their way with a thermos of coffee and two of her delicious cinnamon rolls that were still warm from the oven.
Reyna patted her empty tummy that growled at her. She had awakened the beast upon recalling the soft doughy rolls with a white syrupy frosting that had coated their fingers. They had enjoyed their treat in the car while driving away from the church. At first they had been satisfied trying to lick the remnants of the icing from their own fingers. Then Reyna had decided to assist Roy with ridding himself of the thin layer of icing still coating his fingers by popping one of his fingers into her mouth to suck on it. After nearly running their escape vehicle into a ditch, he decided it would be better to pull over and solve the problem that had arisen in a safer manner. While kissing her, Roy had somehow climbed over the seat and pulled her with him to the back seat so they would have more room. He believed it had been imperative that they officially consummate their marriage as soon as possible so their little roadside love den in the backseat of the car had been as good a place as any. Since she was still wearing her ball gown, it had taken a bit of patience and diligence to find what he was searching for under the layers of skirts. Once he did, he did not hesitate to take her like a husband should. Since sex was still new to her body, the act hurt Reyna a little but not as much as it had the first time. Roy promised he would soon give her the ultimate pleasure of experiencing an orgasm. They would just have to keep making love and trying new things until they discovered what worked to bring her to that heavenly climax. This would be one kind of practice she would not balk at having to work at on a daily basis...possibly several times a day. Oh, the horror!
Reyna giggled to herself, feeling a blush spreading across her cheeks as she replayed the whole encounter in her mind. Focusing her eyes on the sky outside of the window, she sighed wistfully. The first amber rays of sunshine pierced the dreary gray of the diminishing night sky to chase away the darkness fully. The warm color grew brighter, gradually brightening to a blinding white that turned the gray sky blue. Reyna sighed as a feeling of peace washed over her body. A new day meant another chance to do wonderful things. Glancing over at her handsome husband who had sprawled out across the bed, she smiled upon seeing the most wonderful thing had happened to her recently. His arms and legs were laid at haphazard angles, dominating the bed and leaving no room for her. His messy black hair was even messier than usual. A light pink tint colored his round ivory cheeks. He was sleeping with his mouth wide open while performing his best impression of a chainsaw. The sheet had slid down to reveal his muscular torso which she leisurely visually perused at some length. Smooth lines delineated his well toned muscles giving his body a sleek appearance that invited her eyes to follow every fluid line, drawing her vision downward. The wrinkles of the white cotton sheet that was wrapped around his waist and hips had been flattened out by the stiff object underneath that had pulled the fabric taut. She covered her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing out loud upon seeing for herself what it meant to 'pitch a tent.' She had often heard the male recruits say weird things like that but didn't know what they meant. Now she knew what at least one of their metaphors for dirty things meant.
Reyna stood up from her chair, untying the belt of her robe. Holding her arms relaxed at her sides, she allowed the pink silk to slide downwards to the floor as she walked to the bed. She leaned down to kiss Roy's cheek which caused him to grunt and wiggle around a bit. Once he closed his mouth, she pressed her lips to his for a gentle wake up kiss. When his arms encircled her shoulders, pulling her down into the bed with him, she lifted her lips from his.
"Good morning, my husband," she greeted him, feeling his erect member twitch against her hip since he had laid her halfway on top of him.
"Oh, my beautiful wife," he mumbled, nuzzling her neck before kissing it. "My lovely wife who has this irritating habit of being an early bird since we left Central."
"I'm sorry," she apologized, giving him a brief kiss on the lips. "I just have so much on my mind."
"I know," he murmured, opening his eyes to look at her. Her hair was a frizzy, tangled mess that make her look like a psychotic hairdresser had exacted revenge on her tresses. He chuckled lightly, pushing his fingers into her hair then thinking better of attempting to run his fingers through that disaster. Surely he would pull her bald-headed trying to rake through those snarls. "You should be more worried about your hair than our future at the moment. Getting those tangles out seems more hopeless than us being to able to stay under your father's radar."
"Hmph," she snorted, feigning deep offense. She slapped him on the chest in a mock show of irritation and sat up to turn her back to him. Her pulse quickened and an enticing flash of arousal coursed through her body from head to toe when she felt his chest press against her back. She sighed with delight as his hands slid around her body to cover her breasts. His slightly calloused fingers worked a salacious kind of magic as he lightly pinched her nipples and squeezed her firm breasts to stimulate her more.
Roy smiled with his lips pressed against her neck as she whimpered with enjoyment. He groaned in her ear as she reached back to grab a handful of his hair to pull it slightly as he continued to tease her nipples with his fingers. He watched as she pressed her thighs together and squirmed with sexual longing. His eyes observed her every move with lascivious joy when her hands glided upwards along her creamy thighs, her fingers moving along the sensitive inner part. He nibbled her neck, nearly breathless with expectancy as her fingers grazed the dark curls that covered her womanhood. Then he had a fabulously perverted idea. Grasping her legs under her knees, he lifted her up to push his painfully throbbing member into her body. His hands followed the same intriguing path hers had just taken along her thighs. His fingers pushed between her moisture slicked thighs to spread them open. "Give me your hand," he commanded her tenderly.
Reyna willingly lay her hand in his palm watching with great interest as he guided her hand between her thighs. She gasped when his forefinger pressed against hers to push it against the small, sensitive knob nestled between the wet folds of skin. "What are you doing?" she cried out in astonishment when he used her finger to stroke the little projection.
"Trust me," he panted into her ear. "You'll like it."
Her head dropped back onto Roy's shoulder as pleasure she had never thought possible began to unravel through her body. Her hips pushed themselves at their hands as he showed her how to stroke herself to send tendrils of sexual delight snaking through her body that bounced and skidded along every nerve ending. A prickling sensation began to rise along every millimeter of her womanhood making her cry out his name. She moaned pitifully, lost in absolute bliss as he called her name and told her how good her body felt to him. Every muscle in her body gradually began to tighten as if preparing for something. A hot almost sickening feeling gathered in the pit of her belly. A dizzy, swimmy sensation invaded her head making it impossible to comprehend what was happening to her. "Roy," she gasped, clutching at his neck to keep herself anchored to the earth. She was sure she was about to float away as the light-headed feeling increased while the pressure rose to an almost painful degree in her abdomen. "Roy, what's happening to me?"
Roy was holding onto her waist with his other arm locked tightly around her. He was thrusting into her forcefully, rushing headlong toward his own climax because he knew she was close. "Reyna, you're about to come. Please, please come," he begged, increasing the force of his hand against hers to push her over that edge.
"Oh, oh, god, Roy," she bleated between gasping inhales. Unable to form words, she was reduced to forlorn cries like that of woman being tortured. An explosion detonated from the depths of her being, the pulse of pleasure flowing through her body to extend outward until it had penetrated every cell of her being. She whimpered and sobbed as her body convulsed on top of her husband who was enjoying his own mind altering climax.
Roy held her as she thrashed around on top of him having totally lost control of her body due to the ecstasy. Her movements continued to cause swells of pleasure to rise within him, draining his body of every ounce of energy and every last drop of fluid to be pumped into hers. He carefully leaned forward to lay her down on her stomach. Making sure to fall to the side of her so he would not crush her body beneath his, he hit the bed in an exhausted, sweaty heap. The whole bed seemed to vibrate from her body that was still shaking. Opening his eyes, he looked at the trembling, panting woman lying next to him. She was breathing through her open mouth, hauling in noisy of gulps air as she quivered uncontrollably. An arrogant, self-satisfied smirk planted itself on his hot, sweaty face. God, he was good, and he knew it.
"Reyna...Reyna," he called to her, pushing the sweaty strands of hair away from her face.
"Wh-what?" she stammered, opening one eye to look at him. She thought he looked awfully pleased with himself, but she could not complain. She had been awfully pleased by him so he had every right to be cocky.
"How was it?" he asked, scooting closer so he could kiss her without picking his head up from the bed. He was so spent he was almost afraid to try lifting his head which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. It would have taken too much effort and he had just used every last bit of physical power he had to deliver an earth shattering orgasm to them both.
"It was...it was more than I imagined in my wildest dreams," she sighed, flipping over onto her back.
Roy miraculously found the ability to reach over to give her nice round breast a good groping. Perhaps the capability to move at this time lie firmly with the motivation. Seeing her rosy pink nipple stabbing the air and begging for his touch was apparently the right kind of incentive. Overall, he still felt drained by the intense orgasm. But in a good way. His attention strayed to her face as she distractedly caressed his arm that was laying across her chest. He could see her eyes were open and staring at the ceiling, most likely at nothing in particular. A tear formed at the corner of her eye, growing bigger before it finally broke loose from her eyelash and trickled into her hair. "Reyna, don't cry," he implored her, moving his hand to wipe away the next tear that fell. "We'll be fine. As long as I have you, I have everything."
'Romantic moron,' she thought to herself, turning her head to look at him. She never would have imagined him to be such a sentimental idiot. Roy had always seem so calm, collected, cold, and calculating. She would not have thought he would embark upon any kind of dangerous mission without a well thought out plan. But when love entered the equation, apparently all bets at logic and composure were off. She smiled at him despite the tears that were still leaking from her eyes. "I love you, you big stupid head."
"I love you too, you annoying, smart mouthed, spoiled little girl," he retorted, returning her smile that held an undercurrent of sadness.
"Oh, Roy, that was not fair. You used more adjectives than I did. And they were far more mean too," she whined, poking out her lower lip in a pout.
"Now Reyna," he began, his voice taking on an authoritative tone. He flicked her prominent bottom lip with his forefinger. The softness and slight dampness reminded him another enticing pair of lips. His flaccid member stirred and began to pulse as blood rushed to fill it when he entertained further thoughts of those velvety, wet lips. "If you keep looking like that, I might have to make love to you again."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" she shot back with a flirtatious edge to her voice.
"Both." Roy placed his hand between her legs, thrusting his fingers into the warm dampness that he knew awaited him. He sat up to grab her ankle so that he could pull her around until he had maneuvered himself to be up close and personal with her most intimate body part. Placing his mouth where his hand had been, he nudged the sensitive little piece of flesh with his tongue intending to bring her to another orgasm before he made love to her again. He had two more days to enjoy the rest of his honeymoon. He was determined to make the best of it.
Reyna bit the back of her hand to keep from screaming as he licked and sucked, touching her in a way that totally destroyed her sensibilities. She had no choice but to let go of any and all thoughts of the future and of their present predicament. All she could think about was the beautiful man who was driving her crazy with pleasure doing things to her body that she had only heard other people talk about. She loved him and with complete conviction knew that he would protect her at all costs. Surrendering her body to him and the pleasure he was giving her, she realized she had no choice but to trust him with everything including her life since she had already given him her heart. For once, she would depend on someone else besides herself to save her.