The first dance had of course gone to Ceada; but it was far from the last he'd enjoyed. Indeed, the prince had danced with many of the fine women in their army; kindly Celica, confident Lyndis, alluring Azura, and even the buxom Camilla had graced him with a waltz. But none of those four, or even his dear friend, were the ones to find themselves in his arms tonight.

While the Altean Prince wasn't the most stalwart of figures, he still towered over her by good few heads. Even as they were engaged in a passionate dance of tongues, she practically had to stand on the tips of her toes in order to reach him. In response he used one arm to hold her waist close while the other rubbed its way through her long, silk-like green tresses. Her own dainty little wrists were wrapped around his neck even as she leaned back for a scant moment. "Mar-Mar…"

Marth winced at her voice, or rather the word she used. While he did like it when she called him that, this wasn't really the time for such a coy and innocuous pet name. "Tiki, please call me Marth." He pleaded as his hand reached down to cup her cheek. Somehow he felt the already warm skin practically burst into flames as her face became a vibrant red.

"O-okay, whatever you say Marth." She stuttered as she averted her gaze; not trusting herself to properly look him in the eyes. Her errant gaze widened when she felt him lead her back into a tenderer kiss that made her lashes flutter. His tongue felt one of her fangs in the back; a trait of Manaketes that wasn't always made apparent. She unconsciously took a step back, even as his grip rose to the thin zipper between her shoulders.

Both of them underestimated their proximity to the bed, and with a surprised yelp they fell over the side onto the sheets; with her pinned beneath him. If Marth was at all concerned that he had hurt her, one look at her dazed, sparkling eyes put any such fears to rest. With a cute little shake of her head, the Manakete lifted her back to shrug off the remainder of her gown. Without a word he took the discarded outfit and briefly left her with the modest smallclothes she always wore.

He placed her dress on the hanger, next to his own white jacket. Her promise to the merchant would be honored, if only for Altea's coffers. As he placed the garment down, he heard Tiki shuffle out of her underclothes just as he turned back to face her. There were many words to refer to the young divine Dragon; fierce, powerful, adorable (much as she hated to be called the latter, it was simply impossible to ignore the truth)…but this was the first time Marth could call her 'gorgeous'.

Her body was a tantalizing paradox; possessing curves that could only belong to a grown woman despite her diminutive size. While nothing was necessarily outlandish, there was still just enough of a difference to set her apart from the actual younger women of their army. But to her prince's eyes it didn't matter the size of her hips, bust, or ass (although it was startlingly larger than her apparel would suggest); but rather the almost ethereal sheen of her skin, or the way her ponytail seemed to flow outside the confines of gravity's thrall.

Tiki had just finished removing her tiara when she felt someone grab her arms. "Marth, what are you-Ah?!" Her query was cut off as the younger man lifted her up, turned her to face him, and assaulted her neck with his devilish lips. Once again they fell forward onto the bed with an unnoticed *Pomf*. His knee inadvertently found its place to her mound and rubbed against her sensitive loins, eliciting a lusty rumble from her throat.

The sound gave him pause. Up until now the sounds she made were similar enough to their mundane interactions, albeit a little more high-pitched. This was the first time she'd sounded so…alluring.

The prince wasn't naïve in regards to the matter of sex, even if his practical experience was…less so. He knew things that were considered proper within the confines of the royal bedchamber, but also things that were less than acceptable. One such matter was the means of pleasing a woman without the use of your loins, but rather with…well, he was curious to try it.

The bluenette spared a look at her panting, sweaty face before he departed. His fingers danced across her supple, lithe stomach up until he reached the roots of her green patch. The fact she wasn't trimmed as was considered 'fitting' made him feel a stirring in his trousers as he leaned in to lay a single kiss on her puffy, dripping sex.

Marth had of course sampled many a fine drinks as a man of noble birth. Even the drink that they'd enjoyed a scant few hours ago was among the finest that had graced his lips. But to taste the Manakete's nectar…it was ambrosia that had him instantly intoxicated. His earlier feast was forgotten as he suckled and drank her juices like a man possessed.

Decorum and manners had gone out the window as he vigorously ate the older woman out. The sounds on noisy slurping filled their small quarters alongside other melodies as the creaking of the wooden bed and the shuffling of pillows. Above him, Tiki did everything in her power to keep from screaming and crying out. While the wing they'd found had been far enough away from the party, she didn't trust herself to not let a little of her draconic might bleed through. It'd be awkward enough having to explain their undress before they even got to the massive hole in the wall...

In those respects, a pillow was a far better alternative; at least that was the frayed logic she cobbled together as she stuffed the cushion into her maw before biting down. The prince was ignorant to her actions, opting instead to move his hands closer and closer from their place on her thighs until he could thumb her clit without removing a single digit from her supple legs. Like a switch the floodgates opened, drenching his face with her juices as she bit harder into the cushion until she tore clean through; causing the soft cotton within to fall onto the prince's blue head.

Tiki was blind to the world as the powerful orgasm wracked her small body. Even at a thousand years old, the experience wasn't exactly one she could recall ever having, especially with how long she'd been asleep. When she finally came to again, it was at a snails pace with some senses lagging behind. She smelled him before she saw, and she felt him before she heard. At some point he had reared up to her face once more and laid a gentle hand on her cheek.

A part of her wanted to stay like this; in his arms as her body relaxed in ways that it had never managed to do so before. But as she felt his constricted desire rub against her thigh, the dragon girl knew that there was more to come. And this time her beloved prince would be as equally receiving of the pleasure, as he rightfully should be.

She wasn't selfish…but she also wasn't patient enough to wait for him to finish disrobing.

Marth gawked as she took hold of his trousers and ripped them apart as if they were paper. A similar, albeit more gentle, fate befell his smallclothes before his royal scepter was at last revealed. The stubborn fire in her emerald eyes evaporated as she openly stared at her beloved's penis. Still, she managed to swallow the lump in her throat and offer a single, firm nod; provoking him to line up with her slit and press onwards into her needy folds.

She was tight, but moreso than that she was HOT. It didn't matter that she was a Divine Dragon rather than a fire-breathing one; her naturally warm body was practically scorching within the innermost walls of her core. With some difficulty, the Altean managed to push his way into her until his balls lightly tapped her ass; never once experiencing any form of verbal or physical protest. But the absence of her maiden's head (or the lack of one on Manaketes) was simply not on his mind in favor of reaching behind to embrace her back as he started to thrust.

Tiki struggled to match his pace; her position not really affording her the full range of motion she'd require. Still, she relished in the feeling of her walls attempting to close in on his intruding dick. Couple that with the gentle massages between her shoulders or the way his hot breath blew through her disheveled hair, and the Manakete could do the only thing she could think of to show her feelings.

The young dragon started to cry; not from any pain caused by him (NOTHING that her Mar-Mar could do would ever hurt her; of that she was certain), but just from happiness. At long, long last she was here with him; joined together in a way that only the most intimate of couples could be. Even if the world around them was not their own, and the friends they'd made would inevitably part, she could be happy in the knowledge that she had him. Knowing all that; how could she do anything else but let her tears flow freely even as the her most vibrant smile threatened to blind him?

He felt her hands wrap around the back of his neck as she attempted to match his thrusts. Due to their differences in size, the easiest the prince could do was to lean down and leave a soft kiss on her forehead. For her it was a little more even, as she reared up and nipped his neck. All the while their hips acted of their own volition; filling the bedroom with the sensual sound of skin slapping and lustful groans.

"Mart…Mart-aaahh?!"

He was playing dirty; bringing his hands into play as he tenderly massaged her petite breasts. The sex-blinded dragon groped behind her until she established a firm hold on the baseboard; digging her fingers in as she rode out another, less-explosive orgasm. Yet still the prince kept thrusting into her pussy; reaching a brisker pace thanks to the extra lubrication her climax had allowed.

Time lost all meaning to her; it could've been minutes, hours, or even days for all she cared about. Marth ravaged her like a proper dragon, and yet still managed to be gentle and tepid in his prolonged worship of her divine body. The shared sweat from their fucking had long since stained the sheets. The foundation of the bed wasn't really in any better shape either as it creaked, groaned, and protested under their vigorous fucking.

Tiki's eyes were practically locked into the back of her head as the latest in a series of orgasms rocked her body. Her ponytail had long since come undone under the prolonged assault and shaking of her body. She barely even realized that he'd increased his already obscenely frantic pace in preparation for his own climax until the first rope of cum came blasting out. "Tiki!"

"Ma-Maaaa-MAR-MAR!"

The baseboard crumpled under grip as she accepted the royal seed of Altea into her inhuman womb. It was only thanks to her hoarse throat that the roar that came out was punitive and would barely register past the dozen or so walls that separated their lusty den from the rest of the castle. Still, the force of her breath was great enough to snuff out the sconces around them; casting their chamber in darkness.

After that inhuman bellow, a tepid silence fell over their room; muffled only by the heavy breathing and light sobbing of its older inhabitant. Without the heat provided by their departed light source, the cold settled over them like a heavy blanket, eliciting goosebumps to rise from their sweat-soaked bodies. In this new, uncomfortable surroundings, it was only the Manakete's body that acted as a viable source of heat.

Once more time passed without their knowledge. All the while Tiki struggled to say something; anything to acknowledge her beloved. At last she swallowed the final boulder in her throat and whimpered. "Mar-Mar…I…I-I…". his lack of response took her by surprise; he was always quick to respond to another hail, especially her own.

"…Mar-Mar?"

Her shaky courage evaporated as she beheld the lulling form of her dear prince. It would seem a long, harrowing day of training, planning, and the dance had taken its toll on him. "I'll just have to tell him tomorrow then…" she decided as she wiggled her way further into his embrace. The feeling of his strong arms along with the steady rhythm of his heart had an obvious effect on her, and the Manakete soon joined her crush in a deep, blissful sleep…

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