Severus was deliberate in his ministration. He peeled away the puffy sleeves of Emilia's dress before reverently pressing his warm lips on every inch of her exposed skin. A heavy hand found her breast, giving it a squeeze which earned him another moan. The Duke smirked against his Duchess' skin; he wanted to lavish her with all the affection he could provide. He wanted to make up to her for his foolishness the past several days.
Emilia arched her back when the tip of Severus' tongue circled a nipple whilst his fingers cleverly plucked and fiddled with the other. The Duchess' mouth fell open when the Duke squeezed her breasts together and suckled each nipple as a newborn babe would.
The sensation was unlike anything Emilia felt before. Each pull and swirl cascaded down her body to her aching core. All she could do was thread her fingers into his hair and hold him close to her chest.
Severus groaned against her breasts, always delighted to play with a witch's tits. He lightly bit down on a nipple causing a hitch in his Duchess' breath.
"More, Severus," she purred.
Severus grew impatient. He tore her dress and bustier apart before vanishing them, leaving his Duchess clad only in her knickers.
"My Lord! The dress –"
Severus looked up at her with lust in his darkened eyes. "You have plenty more. I am, however, rather eager."
Emilia was rendered silent when Severus trailed wet kisses down her sternum. He spread her legs apart before delving his nose into her pubic mound. He inhaled deeply, a deep groan reverberated through his chest.
His fingers curled along the waistband of her knickers.
"Lift your hips for me."
Emilia obliged, allowing her knickers to slip down her legs. She could not keep her eyes closed. The sight of the Duke bunching her panties in his hand and drawing it to his nose for a sniff was purely sinful.
A feral grin formed on Severus' lips as he tossed her knickers behind him.
"You will not be needing those."
He hitched her legs up on his shoulders, planting a kiss on her calf. He smirked. "And now, My Duchess. I shall taste you till you come on my lips," he drawled.
Emilia swallowed thickly and nodded. Her eyes glittered with anticipation. "Yes, please."
"So very polite," he tutted softly before pressing kisses up her slender legs. He paid particular attention to her inner thighs, biting down on the flesh, marking her as his. Emilia's soft hiss turned into a moan when he licked and suckled the tender skin. He appraised his love bite, feeling extremely possessive over his Duchess.
"Mine," he chuckled, before proceeding to do the same for her left thigh.
Severus growled as his eyes shifted to her sweet cunt, pink and drenched with arousal. His fingers combed through the small patch of hair. "Such a pretty cunt you have for me, My Duchess," he mumbled more to himself.
Then, his wicked tongue parted through her silken folds.
Emilia took in a sharp breath; all coherent thoughts came to a mute.
She had touched herself before but this was nothing like the Duke's conscientious efforts. He licked the length of her cunt several times to ease her clit from its hood. Once visible, Severus wrapped his mouth around the little nub and suckled noisily.
"Oh! Gods!" Emilia keened, her fingers quickly fisted the satin blanket underneath her.
Severus pushed two fingers into her, hearing her hiss softly. It would be a tight fit.
His cock hardened.
He began a slow rhythm allowing her body to adjust to the intrusion of his fingers.
Emilia began panting in need when the Duke added a third finger. Her mind grew fuzzy as Severus did something with his fingers, beckoning them in such a way that stroked a part within her she never knew existed. Her thighs began trembling involuntarily and her hips undulated to meet his thrusts.
Before long, Emilia arched her body and with a long drawn groan, she came shuddering.
Her cunt pulsed, tightening around Severus' moving fingers. His tongue maintained a tapping rhythm against her clit, determined to draw out her orgasm.
Emilia threw her head back as a low ripple of pleasure cascaded down her body, curling her toes.
Her hand covered her mouth as another uncontrollable moan escaped her lips. Her breasts rose and fell in tandem with her breathing. Her mind was addled with the stirrings of love, warmth and lust.
After several minutes, she regained her bearings and could finally open her eyes. There, in front of her, Severus Prince was entirely naked. His body was strong showing off his broad shoulders and dips of his sharp collarbones. Her eyes travelled down to his firm chest, dusted with sparse hair. Emilia licked her lower lips as her gaze found his flat abdomen lined with muscles. A thin trail of hair on his naval led her eyes to the turgid flesh between his thighs.
"Like what you see, My Lady?" He asked in a teasing tone. His hands lightly gripped her still quivering thighs, calming her down.
Without thinking, Emilia wrapped her fingers around his cock, squeezing gently. She bit her lower lips in concentration, studying his manhood before she fondled him with sure strokes. She padded her thumb across his slit earning a grunt from the Duke. Severus looked at her with a raised brow, wondering where on earth she learnt that.
Let it be known that his Duchess was curious about his cock and was determined to make him come.
Severus enclosed his hand around hers, stopping her movements. "You will cease that unless you wish to embarrass me."
Emilia's brows lowered into a frown. "Embarrass?"
Severus smiled at her innocence, easing her hand away. "I might come undone too soon, in your hand instead."
Realisation dawned upon her. Her cheeks turned red. "Oh."
Severus smirked, loving the flush on her cheeks that made her all captivating. "Oh. Indeed."
Carefully, Severus moved up to cover her body with his. The Duke peppered kisses all over her neck before stopping at her lips to press a quick kiss.
He gazed at her honeyed eyes. His hand rested against her cheeks, thumb caressed her cheekbone.
"This might hurt a little, Emilia."
Emilia nodded."I understand."
With that, Severus took hold of himself, guiding it towards her labia to spread her lips apart. He coated his cock in her arousal, bumping it against her clit several times before lowering it down to her entrance. Emilia exhaled a shallow breath, her opening was stretched enough to accept the tip of his cock.
"Take a deep breath for me, my love," he instructed quietly. At her exhale, Severus pushed in, breaking past her hymen.
Emilia cried out, screwing her eyes shut at the intrusion. Her body tensed and her hands tightened around his biceps.
It stung. She let out a whine, her eyes watered.
"You did well, my Duchess. Such a good girl," Severus murmured, not moving any further. His mouth found her lips and he kissed her gently. Her lips parted for him and he slid in his tongue, coaxing hers in a sensual caress.
Her body slowly relaxed. The sting ebbed away and her inner muscles clenched around his cock.
Severus let out a grunt, retracting his lips. "Open your eyes for me, Emilia," he murmured softly, thumb stroking her cheek.
She fluttered her honeyed eyes open, meeting his dark ones.
"Are you in any pain?"
Emilia shook her head. Her cheeks were flushed pink. "Not anymore, My Lord."
Severus cautiously rolled his hips forward, sliding deeper into her.
A gasp greeted him –"oh, My Lord!"
The Duke chuckled. "I know, love. I know."
The pain had now dulled and the throbbing ache intensified. Instinctively, she wound her legs around his waist, providing Severus with a tighter fit.
He groaned softly, inching his way deeper to sheathe himself completely into her. He let out an indulgent sigh, closing his eyes to bask in the bliss of having his cock seated fully within his wife for the first time.
Severus lowered his face into the crook of her neck to inhale her scent now mingled with sweat. "You are exquisite, My Duchess."
Emilia exhaled slowly, feeling incredibly stuffed. She could feel the ridges of his thick cock embedded within her. She squeezed her muscles experimentally as she had learnt in the books.
Severus groaned. He slumped down, their sweat slickened bodies pressed together. Emilia moaned wantonly as her erect nipples grazed against his firm chest.
He breathed harshly into her ear. He must tell her to stop that. "Emilia –"
Another clench.
"Gods, witch. Keep that up and I'll spend myself like a boy."
Emilia giggled. "Apologies, Your Grace."
Severus grunted. "Naughty little Duchess."
Their bodies worked naturally in tandem. No words were spoken except for soft groans and gasps of each other's names as they found themselves lost in a pleasurable haze.
Severus pressed lazy kisses on her neck, thrusting into her at an unhurried place; withdrawing till the tip before sliding back into her slowly. He enjoyed every deep ingress, flexing his hips at a certain angle to feel her stretch around his cock.
Emilia bucked her hips at every instroke, meeting his in a sweet union that had her moaning softly. Her nails raked against his skin, splattering his back and flanks with pink scratches whenever the Duke circled his hips in a way that stimulated the pleasure spot within her.
He shifted himself, pushing up to gaze at his wife.
Emilia was truly beautiful.
Her brown tresses fanned across the satin sheets. She had her bottom lip drawn between her teeth and her eyes were closed as she gave in to her desire. He bowed his head down and took a nipple into his mouth to suckle. A ripple of pleasure jolted through Emilia's body, prompting her to open her eyes.
She was met with her smirking husband, with his mouth full of a tit. She let out a breathy chuckle that morphed into a deep moan when Severus changed his pace.
Long and deep strokes became short and quick thrusts. Severus let out her nipple with a wet pop and crashed his lips onto hers. His hands tangled into her brown curls, tipping her head back. The kiss was searing and full of passion – each pouring their new found love for the other.
The Duke drove into her faster, the sound of his heavy balls slapping against her cunt was smothered by their loud groans.
Emilia was panting into his mouth. Every part of her body burned for release as his hips thundered home in a flurry of thrusts. Her body lurched forward, hands wounding around his neck, hips lifted – "Ohh Gods! Severus!"
Her body shook with the force of her climax. A litany of curses spluttered from Emilia's lips as she clung to him; her hips rocked against his, riding the waves of a powerful orgasm.
Severus groaned deeply, feeling the familiar fizz running down his spine. His balls were hot and heavy, ready to explode given how her cunt was spasmed rhythmically, strangling his cock. A hand cupped her arse, pushing himself deeper into her.
"Ah fuck, fuck, fuck – Take it…" Severus whimpered before his body shuddered, releasing hot spurts of his seed into her warm cunt.
"So good, so good," he mumbled incoherently, thrusting slowly through the remnants of his climax. His sensitised tip spilling more of his cum, dribbling out of their joined bodies.
Emilia grew slack, falling back into the silken sheets. Severus pulled out from her and laid by her side, completely breathless before pulling her body to rest on top of him.
He slapped her arse.
Emilia yelped. He chuckled, his palm smoothed over her bare bum, easing the light sting.
The Duchess creaked an eye open, propping herself up to gaze at her husband's face.
The Duke had a lazy, sated smile. "Good evening, my love," he drawled, pushing away the damp strands of her hair.
Emilia breathed out a soft laugh, planting a kiss on his lips. "What an evening, indeed."
The Duchess winced softly when she tried to move her legs.
"Are you alright?" The Duke asked, his voice laced with concern.
"A little sore."
Severus nodded. "I will draw you a bath once we arrive home. I'll take care of you."
Emilia swooned then he snorted a laugh.
She frowned. "What is it?"
Severus plucked a small leaf from the crown of her hair, showing it to her before tossing it aside.
"Oh, dear," she muttered. "Did we make love in the Gardens of the Malfoy's Manor?"
Severus nodded. "We did."
An arrogant smirk formed on his lips. If anything, his proudest moment by far was having sex with his wife on the grounds of the most detestable family in Wizarding England.
Emilia's eyes widened. "The Ball! The people! Oh, Merlin!" She sat up quickly, covering her nude body and turned around. She was relieved to find out that they were afforded privacy.
"Oh, thank Merlin. We are alone."
Severus chuckled, taking Emilia's hand.
"Come here. I am bereft without my Duchess," he murmured.
Emilia rolled her eyes, slapping his hand away.
The Duke grumbled. "If you keep up with that, my love. I will have to punish you."
Emilia raised a brow, crossing her arms. Her breasts jostled. Severus groaned softly, closing his eyes momentarily. His cock twitched weakly.
The Duchess had no idea how much her tits were affecting her husband. "Just how are you punishing me, My Lord? I believe I should exact punishments on you for making me terribly upset just several days into our marriage."
Severus sighed, sitting up as well. He drew Emilia into an embrace.
"Yes, yes. I am to blame. Let it be known that the Duke of Glastonbury should be shamed for not professing his love for his Duchess," he whispered into her ear.
Emilia smiled. "Do you truly?"
"Hmm? Truly what?"
"Truly love me?"
Severus withdrew slightly, facing her. She looked particularly vulnerable with her brows lowered and eyes shining in expectation.
His heart clenched.
The Duke tucked her hair behind her ear.
Dark eyes held honeyed ones.
"Truly, my love."