WARNING: LEMON ALERT! In plain English: ADULT CONTENT AHEAD!
Well, I tried to make it as tasteful as possible, nuu! I don't believe in smut. I consider this lemon as the mildest I've ever written actually. :)
Chapter 2: Resting Place.
The night sky glittered with myriads of shooting stars, a spectacular magical view of Nebulapolis from the balcony. But tonight, as Oswald entered their bedchamber, he has eyes only for the girl who stood near the railing, no longer wearing the blue gown, but a white undergarment made from soft, flimsy cloth.
Gwendolyn looked ethereal as she stood there on the balcony, amidst the fantastic display of the night sky. Her skin looked pale, almost matching the gossamer cloth that covered her to the ankles. A soft breeze blew, molding the cloth against her body, revealing the thrust of her breasts, the tiny waist and the gentle flare of her hips. The wind lifted her unbound hair, making it shimmer like a glowing flame. The only colors she wore were those of her eyes and lips, and against the darkened, glittering background, she glowed like a creature of light. Her blue eyes were bright, reflecting the countless sparkles that danced in the sky.
If Purity wore flesh and walked on earth, this is how she would be...
Oswald felt goosebumps break in his skin as he gazed at her, a primal recognition, just like that day he first saw her. Just the mere sight of her was enough to drive his heart into a frenzied rhythm, while desire, thick and hot, made his veins throb.
For a moment the two lovers simply stood a few feet away, each hesitant, unsure, merely looked at each other.
From where Gwendolyn stood, the crimson curtains of the four poster bed did not detract her attention away from her husband but rather enhanced it. He stood there, wearing the white long-sleeved shirt, the buttons undone except for a few, leaving his chest and the muscular contours of his stomach bare.
He was as handsome as the fairytale prince from the stories told to children. Was it any wonder that he could steal her breath with just one look?
Despite the casual clothing, power and virility fairly sizzled from him. He still looked formidable, even without his dark armor.
In spite of the love he professed, Gwendolyn could still see the mark of arrogance that shaped his lips, the male pride that gave depths to his eyes...he was a man of experience, those eyes...they have seen more than she could ever dream.
"Gwendolyn..." He called to her, lifting a hand, beckoning her close.
There was an unseen bond that tied her to him, a bond that only grew stronger with each moment she spent with him. Gwendolyn wasn't sure she can break it, if she was even willing to.
Slowly she walked closer, the soft cloth of her undergarment rippling against her slender limbs with each movement.
She took his hand, gasping, slightly startled as Oswald pulled her to him with just enough force to bring her body close to his.
The feel of his hard, muscular body against hers made Gwendolyn blush. Shyly she looked down, unable to meet his gaze. He was so warm, smelled of soap and for some reason she felt so secure in his arms.
Oswald brought his lips down to her forehead, the gentleness of his kiss a stark contrast to the urgency with which he had pulled her close just moments before.
"Frightened?" He asked in a soft, husky voice.
Gwendolyn shook her head, though she was so nervous, she felt light-headed from it.
Oswald lifted her face to his, gazed into her eyes for what seemed like eternity before lowering his head to fit his lips against hers. Gwendolyn made a small sound, her lips parting beneath the insistent pressure of his, giving him access to the sweet warmth beneath.
Unconsciously, her hands clung to the lapels of his shirt, while he held her nape with his palm, the other down her spine, bringing her closer to his hard, warm body.
His kiss felt like magic, pleasing her, arousing all her senses. It was hard to believe that she had once resented this man, hated him with intense fury. Oswald, the Shadow Knight, her former foe, the man who could take life so easily like snuffing flame from a candle. Her husband, her friend...he understood her so well, sometimes better than she did herself. With him, she never felt alone anymore, it was like he had filled a gaping emptiness in her soul...
Gwendolyn clung to him, slightly startled as Oswald reached to lift her into his arms, carrying her gently to the bed.
She blushed from embarrassment and shyly closed her eyes as he laid her down on the soft mattress. A gentle, cool breeze blew against her skin making her shiver slightly. Everything seemed quiet except for the sound of her own heartbeat that thrummed in her ears, and the deep breath Oswald took.
She felt the mattress dip as he climbed the bed to join her, and her nervousness seemed to increase a thousandfold.
"Gwendolyn..." His voice became hoarse, almost unrecognizable, had she not been certain it was Oswald who knelt before her, she would have thought the voice belonged to another man.
She opened her eyes and looked at him as he touched her face.
Passion has transformed his visage, making him look both imposing and dominating...all the more the predatory male. The intense, possessive expression would have frightened her if it not for the secret part of her responding, answering to his call.
With trembling hands he reached for the laces of her bodice, slowly picking it apart until the silk clothing came undone.
Oswald inhaled sharply as he saw her for the very first time. She was exquisite, beautiful in every way, so much more beautiful than he could ever dream of.
Carefully, as though afraid he'd break her, Oswald caressed the tempting curve of her shoulder, before cupping one luscious breast in his palm, he brushed the rosy nipple with his thumb, caressing her with light, loving strokes, making Gwendolyn cry out softly with a shivering breath.
He marveled at the softness of her skin as he skimmed the dip in her flat stomach, curling his palm against the side of her tiny waist before following the gentle flare of her hips. Stockinged slender legs moved restlessly, trying to hide from his hungry eyes. She looked so delicate, almost fragile...Who would have thought that her armor hid an exquisite feminine form that set his blood burning?
"Oswald…the light…snuff out the light." She said in a small voice. A soft blush crept from her face to her chest, betraying her shyness. Never had she felt so vulnerable, so…exposed. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment, and a part of her longed to hide from him.
Oswald paused from tugging the remaining white stocking to look at the candelabrum beside the bed.
Slowly he moved, still in the kneeling position, the mattress sinking beneath his weight as he reached for the softly glowing light.
Gwendolyn sighed, burying her face against the pillow, unconsciously biting her lip in sheer nervousness. She never thought she'd seek refuge in the dark, but in moments like this, she couldn't think of any other way to hide herself.
But, instead of the darkness enshrouding her in its secrets, Gwendolyn felt the light, gentle caress of his hand on her shoulder. The loving touch made her shiver, but not as much as his next words made her.
"No…I've waited for this…" Oswald murmured in a low voice. "I want to see you..."
She made a small sound of embarrassment though it was quickly muffled against the pillow.
"Gwendolyn…don't be shy…not with me." Oswald said, stroking the soft skin of her shoulder, then ran his hand down her arm, awed at the sheer softness of her skin, so smooth…so supple. "You're so beautiful..."
He shrugged out of the loose shirt, carelessly dropping the clothing at the side of the bed. Oswald smiled as he caught her stealing a peek at him, though battle scars marked his body, the innate male arrogance prevented him from feeling self-conscious.
He lay beside her, curling his body against hers, spoon fashion, loving the warmth of her silky body against his. Oswald lifted the heavy skeins of silky hair from her neck, and planted a wet kiss on her perfumed nape. Slowly he kissed his way down her spine, making Gwendolyn shudder.
He gentled her with kisses, with loving caresses until her shyness subsided. Oswald caught her hand and taught her to touch him in return, encouraging her when she hesitated, groaning in delight as her small hands brought him pleasure.
She wrapped her arms around him as Oswald moved, sensually caging her to the bed with his own body. Gwendolyn gasped at the sweet friction of their skin, the hard contours of his muscles fascinated her hands, he was beautifully built, lean and strong...and so handsome. Looking at him now, at the passionate, loving expression in his eyes, it was hard to believe that he was once the deadly foe who could easily take her life.
I love him...so much...
Lovingly she caressed his cheek, the skin of his neck, watched him shudder, knowing that it was pleasure that made him tremble so, amazed that she could affect him like this.
Slowly, Oswald pulled away, and she let him go. Gwendolyn opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion as he knelt on the bed before her once again.
He held her gaze as he reached for the fastening of his underpants, slowly untying the laces that held the cloth together. She could not look away, even if she had wanted to. There was something compelling about him, one that commanded her full attention.
Her eyes widened as he peeled away the last piece of clothing, letting her see him, not even attempting to hide how much he desired her.
"Do I frighten you?" He asked, his voice husky, but there was nothing he can do about it anymore than he can soften the blunt male flesh that throbbed with need, demanding fulfillment.
"No...I was...I was just surprised." Gwendolyn replied, blushing harder.
"Gwendolyn..." He called to her, passion has deepened his voice, the sound seemed to reverberate within her, raising goosebumps in her flesh. He brushed his lips against her temple as he settled over her, nudging her legs apart.
Gwendolyn wrapped her arms around him as he slowly moved over her, sensually rubbing his body against hers.
She trembled as he kissed her, gently nipping her lower lip.
"...love you..." Oswald murmured, tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue.
Gwendolyn sighed as he kissed his way down her throat, the intensity of the emotions his touch evoked felt almost unbearable. He commanded her senses as surely as he held complete power over her.
She inhaled sharply as he cupped her breast, flicking his tongue against the rosy nipple, shocking her with the sting of pleasure that electrified her body with each stroke.
"Oswald!" She cried out as he suckled the sensitive pink tip. He made an incoherent sound, curling his tongue against her nipple, enjoying her like she was his favorite treat.
"It's alright..." He whispered, trying to soothe her.
He sought her lips once more, silencing the startled gasps she made, refusing to be deterred as he gently sought the soft flesh between her legs. Gwendolyn stiffened, her mind reeling from the blatant intimacy as his fingers first stroked her before spreading the tender folds to stake his claim.
"Hush...it's alright." Oswald crooned against her lips, slipping his fingers deeper, stroking her until Gwendolyn thought she'd go insane from his ministrations.
His lightest touch sent intense bursts of pleasure rippling through her and yet...at the same time, her body tightened, clamored for something she did not yet identify, could only sense.
Suddenly release came, unraveling her completely, shaking her with its intensity. Oswald rained kisses on her face, her nose, as his fingers stroked her ceaselessly in the same gentle rhythm that only prolonged her pleasure.
Gwendolyn could only cling to him, gasping, shivering, could only surrender to the bliss that ravished her so consummately.
Oswald smiled at her as he held her close, brushed his lips against her temple and held her until she recovered her breath.
"What...what was..." Gwendolyn gasped as she looked up at him, her eyes showed both surprise and discovery...
"A little foretaste of what is to come..." Oswald replied, cupping her face.
"Oswald..." Gwendolyn closed her eyes as he kissed her, teased her lower lip with the serrated edges of his teeth. She could only moan softly as he drew her tongue into his mouth, suckling gently.
His kiss always brought her pleasure, appeasing her and yet making her hungry for more at the same time.
"Gwendolyn…I can no longer wait..." Oswald called to her in a hoarse voice, gently cradling the back of her head with his palm.
She looked up at him as he settled his hips between her slender legs, caressing her thigh as he coaxed her to open to him.
Gwendolyn made a small sound as he brushed against her…hot...throbbing…demanding entry.
He paused as the barrier of her virginity resisted him. Something gripped his heart then, possessive pride, joy...even Oswald couldn't tell, all he knew was that her gift touched him beyond words.
"Mmmm…" He crooned against her lips, gently nipping her with his teeth as he slowly penetrated deeper, forcing himself to press forward slowly...slowly, as gently as he could. Beads of perspiration gilded his body, highlighting the muscular contours, a silent witness to the effort he had to exert to leash his lust.
She was smaller than he expected, so tight around him that fear leaped in his chest at the thought he might tear her apart. And yet, despite that fear, exhilaration filled him, the savage, uncivilized part of him gloried in her unsullied innocence.
He cupped her nape, brushed his lips against hers, sucking the soft sound she made as he took her with a single smooth thrust.
"Gwendolyn..." He gasped against her lips, suddenly unable to move, so intense was his pleasure. "Oh Gwen..." She was so tight, so warm...he thought he'd go mad.
"I am all right." Gwendolyn whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I am fine."
This was the ultimate humiliation for the Valkyrie, to lie beneath a man, utterly subjugated; her body his to do whatever he wished. Losing one's virginity was tantamount to dishonor and to be stripped of pride. For some Valkyrie, marriage is worse than death.
But not for Gwendolyn.
Though she ached from his possession, Gwendolyn felt joy as never before.
She loved him.
She reaffirmed it again in that moment. To be joined with him like this appeased a soul-deep yearning while stoking another.
He throbbed inside her, thick and huge and hot. His slightest movement made her shiver, titillated her senses with the exquisite combination of pain/pleasure. She gasped as he shifted his hips, hitting the spot where she felt him more distinctly.
His eyes glittered against his dark face as he looked down on her, the tensed muscles of his stomach grazing against the softer, flat plane of her belly as he moved.
He answered her soft cry with a hoarse sound of his own, pulling her hips tighter against him as he sank to the hilt.
Oswald clenched his teeth as passion threatened to overtake him. Indeed, he could barely leash the savage lust that raked him with cruel talons. But for her sake, he held back, endured the sweet torment of waiting, tempering the force of his thrusts with restraint. Still, his body cried out for release, clamored for it like a fire needed to burn.
"Don't move." He groaned through clenched teeth, clasping her hips to hold her still as Gwendolyn sought a position that would somehow ease the ache of his possession, even a little.
But it was too late.
The movement of her body snapped all control and Oswald lost the sensual battle and gave in, burying the harsh sound that escaped his lips against her neck as he shuddered in sweet release.
The pleasure was profound, endless, powerful enough to steal his very soul. He panted against her breasts as he came undone, suspended in bliss for what seemed like eternity.
With an incoherent cry, he collapsed on top of her, seeking the soft warmth of her breasts with his lips. He'd never felt this way before...so utterly at peace. Oswald smiled languidly as she stroked his nape. She had satisfied, eased the gnawing emptiness in his soul...eased away that loneliness he had thought no one could ever reach...
And yet, a small voice nagged in his head...he had not brought her fulfillment, not delivered what he had promised. Her soft flesh was still tense around him, clenching him unconsciously from unappeased need.
In her innocence, Gwendolyn didn't understand the frustrating emotions that seemed to grip her body in a vise. Her body sought something, something she could not name...
She gasped as Oswald raised his head to tickle her nipple with his breath. "I know you ache...I will take care of you..." he promised, lightly nibbling the rosy tip.
She didn't understand what he meant, and was about to ask him when the feel of his hand caressing her from her breast down to her stomach made her inhale sharply. Gwendolyn whimpered softly as he sought the secret flesh between her legs. He was still buried in her, unwilling to leave her just yet.
She gasped again as he rubbed her gently, tenderly bringing her over the brink until release came, showing her what her body demanded, what her body clamored for and appeased that need with breathtaking intensity.
Later only much later, as she lay on his arms, when her heart no longer threatened to beat out of her chest, when her breath no longer raced erratically, Oswald brushed away the stray lock of hair that covered her eyes.
"Good?" He asked devilishly, a teasing quality entering his voice.
Gwendolyn blushed and looked away, refusing to answer.
"Gwendolyn?" He insisted, allowing no escape.
Unable to speak, Gwendolyn can only close her eyes and nod her head shyly.
Oswald released the breath he didn't know he had been holding and smiled at her. He kissed each of her closed eyes and slowly withdrew from the sweet grip of her body.
She was his...marked with his sweat, his teeth and...
Oswald gazed possessively down at her, watched as the thick fluid seeped between her thighs, tinged with pink—virgin's blood.
...and that.
He thought with fierce satisfaction.
Gwendolyn snuggled closer to him as Oswald sought a comfortable position, still holding her close. She wondered at the pleased, smug expression on his face, but the glowing warmth of sexual fulfillment was slow to fade, lulling both lovers to sleep.
This perfect little world they have created, where only the two of them existed, far from the ambitions of her father, far from the evil schemes of other men...Oswald and Gwendolyn finally found their resting place, the home their hearts have always longed for.
And despite the unrest, the disturbance outside, there's only peace and love here that sustains them.
Oswald kissed her good night one last time, refusing any other thoughts but his wife from filling his mind, then gave himself over to a deep, peaceful sleep.
-end-
A/N: I admit this one is a bit rushed. School is really consuming my life right now, but I don't want to leave this for later, I will probably never get it done if I post-pone writing. So...yeah, hopefully I can write a better lemon next time. (crosses fingers)
The original plan for this piece was to write the days/weeks before Armageddon takes place. It would be nice to see how these two characters strengthen their bond. But, time constraint does not permit me to do this...so it will have to wait till I have more free time.
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