Chapter 38

Their "First Night" hadn't been at all what either expected. Exhausted from the parade, the coronation proceedings, the tournament, and finally the celebrations afterwards, the pair had fallen into their shared bed without a single thought or desire for anything other than the dreamless sleep that called to them. Fortunately, they wouldn't be held completely to the old rules.

They had been assigned a nice little suite in the back of the palace, away from all of the servants, and the bustle of the daily rigmarole. It consisted of one bedroom, a large bathroom, a kitchenette, and a sitting room equipped with electronics and comfortable furniture. Their pantry had been fully stocked and it was almost like having their own little apartment away from everyone and everything going on.

Through the gossamer-like curtains, the first rays of morning light filtered into their bedroom and caressed the soft curves of the being next to him, clad in the thin, white silk nightgown. Long billowing raven hair splayed behind and around her, tousled from a good night's rest. He could safely say he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his entire existence. A radiant smile graced his masculine face as he watched her mumble in her sleep and sigh. She seemed rather contented. He quietly chuckled when it seemed as though she was dreaming about eating.

He quietly left their bed and decided to place a call to the palace kitchen for their breakfast. There was no way he was going to ruin what he'd had planned for her with his horrific cooking and the staff would be more than discrete with the delivery to their suite. After his call for Breakfast, he quickly made a little stop at the bathroom for part of his morning routine, he wanted no interruptions in what he'd had planned for her. He silently slipped back into their bed and she snuggled back into him, sighing softly in her deep sleep with him gently stroking her hair.

So soft... He thought temptingly as his eyes took in every dip and curve of her white silk covered body. His hand gently traced from her hair to softly graze her shoulder, slowly down her back, to her waist, and finally to her hip, with his thumb gently caressing tiny, soft circles. She let out a small contented moan and sigh, then turned to her back as one arm splayed out to the side opposite of him, and the other across her torso, with the little strap from her nightgown sliding off her shoulder, showing him a little peek of the top of her breast and little dark shadows that surrounded the pert little bumps caused by her perfect nipples.

His mouth watered and his eyes dilated, when he noticed how his hand fell on her lower abdomen when she rolled over. Contemplating on where exactly he should begin sampling the delicacy that was spread before him, his fingers twitched. He leaned in to take in her scent, and breathed her in deeply. God, she smells good. He thought as his hand traced up her small form and his fingers gently grazed the tempting little pert buds that were now firm from his touches.

"Mmm... Corn..." She moaned in her sleep, feeding the fire of his lust.

Just a tiny taste. That's all he wanted in that moment, as he watched his sleeping wife sigh in contentment, and his hand traced back down her body. He smirked knowingly at her hip when he noticed she wasn't wearing panties under her gown. Slowly and stealthily, he crept beneath the covers and gently lifted her gown, slowly trailing little kisses on her thighs, and slowly parting her legs. Close to his final goal, he heard a soft moan and another gentle sigh. He glanced up and smiled mischievously. Still asleep. He thought, as he took his first taste. Indeed this was well worth the wait. His lips trapped the small bundle of sensitive nerves, and his tongue teased, then tasted again. He heard a sharp gasp, a hiss of pleasure, and felt as her delicate fingers curled into his hair.

Just as he hit the right spot, and began pleasuring her fervently, her eyes flew open, her back arched, one hand gripped the sheets, and the other flew to his head. "Mmm... Ahh... Kuon..." She erotically moaned in ecstasy. "Uh... Don't... Stop..." She breathed out as she felt his tongue dip into her. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he sucked on the sensitive little button, and gently introduced a finger.

"Come for me, Kyoko..." He hummed into her, as she felt the pressure build as if it were a spring coiling ever more tightly, ready to snap back. She was a sight to behold. His wife, in the throes of passion, on the verge, with her pleasure soaked voice begging him not to stop. Far be it for him not to do as his queen commanded, so he obeyed and watched as he pulled her over the edge of the abyss of her first fall. A scream of pleasure, the tightening of her thighs, the arch in her back, and the pulse of her body, as the nectar flowed from her to his waiting mouth. She mewled and thrashed as he continued past her breaking point, and he finally allowed her to recover, as he slowly crawled back up to gently kiss her eyelids, cheeks, tip of her nose and her sweet lips.

"Breakfast is ready..." He murmured with a radiant smile. "The kitchen brought it up."

"Mmhmm..." She breathed out, blushing fiercely, and nodding in assent. "I love you..." She purred.

"I love you too." He kissed her again and slid out of the bed to bring in their delivered breakfast. He'd heard the maid bring it in during his little session of pleasure. He didn't dare tell her that it was during or it would probably take hours to calm her.

"Where are you going?" She asked with a bit of a whine.

He chuckled. "Breakfast. Remember?"

She nodded, and he blew her a kiss as he left the room. "Oh!" It was morning, and as pleasant as the wake-up call was, she had other pressing matters. Nature was finally calling. She leapt from the bed and ran to the bathroom to take care of her partial morning routine, wash her hands and face, then brush her teeth. She quickly scurried back to the bed, just in time for Kuon to bring in their breakfast.

Breakfast was somewhat normal. Well, except for the fact that they both kept blushing and staring at each other's mouths, Kyoko more so than Kuon, for good reason.

"It was very good." She sighed in sated satisfaction, wiping her finger through a line of honey on her plate.

He grabbed her hand, and gently sucked on her honey-covered finger. "Mmhmm, very good." His eyes were narrowed and filled with a familiar Emperor of the Night look.

Kyoko's breath hitched a little as she thought of how she'd been awakened not even an hour ago. "Uh..." She blushed. "Sh-should we get cleaned up?" She squeaked out a little.

He smirked, leaning in, moving aside their breakfast tray, and nuzzled her neck. "Hmm, I think we can wait a little while longer." He murmured, sending chills of excitement up her spine, as his lips gently brushed the little sensitive spot beneath her ear, and his hand had pulled her a bit closer to him, with his thumb gently brushing a sensitive, pert little pebble through her nightgown.

Her beautiful little, erotic noises caressed his ears and spurred his actions. It took every bit of his restraint not to take her earlier, and he was not going to stop this time. He needed to make her beg. He needed to feel her. He needed to taste every, single millimeter of her. Once again her scent was strong, and he pulled her into another deep kiss as his fingers trailed down to test her readiness for him. His hands slid the gown up, and deftly slipped it over her head to reveal his hard fought prize. Pristine, petal-soft skin, soft dips and curves, perfectly sized, mouthwatering pert mounds that fit his mouth and hands as if they were made specifically for him alone, long, lean, shapely legs, made only to wrap him in their embrace, and finally that divine patch of paradise that tasted like heaven.

He showered her in nibbles, licks, kisses, and tiny bites from her neck to her thighs, enjoying every little gasp, moan, and whine that she rewarded him with. He brought her over the edge, screaming once again; however, this time he relentlessly continued, making her beg for even more. He crawled back up, and began kissing her neck. "It might hurt a little, My Queen. Are you ready?" He murmured and she nodded.

"Please Kuon... I need you." She breathed out.

She gasped as she felt him rub against the extremely sensitive little bundle of nerves and shuddered in pleasure. "Haahh..."

Slowly he entered, watching carefully for signs of discomfort. She only winced slightly from the initial entry, but encouraged him with a little squirm, and caress from her leg that she'd wrapped around his.

Many things were learned that first morning that they had joined. He developed an appetite to keep up the stamina that he needed to satisfy all of their urges, and she was a very quick learner.