More Lemon

Wedding Bells

Nicquel lay comfortably on her surprisingly firm mattress. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten there. Hadn't she been in the hot springs in the mountains? Maybe that was where the scent of warm pine was coming from. It was everywhere this morning. Snuggling into her bedding, she wondered at the lethargy in her tired limbs. This wasn't her usual feeling after a full night of sleep. Had she gotten a full night's sleep? She felt odd, like her body was not quite her own. What the hell did that even mean? Then her bed shook with laughter and a pair of strong arms wrapped around her naked body. Suddenly the rest of her night came crashing down into her brain. "I… I had sex?"

"No," he said firmly, lifting her face to his by the chin. "You and I made love for the first time." She looked deep into his eyes. The love she saw staring back at her calmed her suddenly racing heart. She yawned against the back of her hand and stretched as much as she could with him lodged inside of her. Daringly she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. "What happens now?"

"Now? Now I get to prove that I meant what I said last night. Then we will soak in your tub and relax. Maybe breakfast after that?" His smile had too many teeth in it as he dictated their morning in those golden tones that she felt she could drown in. Before she could say anything, her bodyguard pushed his massive cock in her up to the hilt and she made a chittering sound she'd never made in her life. Tyr chuckled indulgently and caught her hands when she tried to cover her face in complete chagrin. Then he thrust into her again and she forgot her embarrassment. A third thrust and nothing else mattered anymore. She moaned against the man's shoulder, clutching at his back.

"O-oh God," she gasped at the feelings he was stirring up in her. Like he was a sorcerer casting his sensual spell on her. Suddenly she was sitting in his lap, her loose hair cascading down her back in a tangled, messy wave and his tongue circling her left nipple as if it belonged. He didn't hesitate to make love to her, despite the fact that it was daytime. He simply coaxed her into the act. She pressed her chest into his face, whimpering for more and shivering uncontrollably. This position pressed his huge phallus deeper inside her vagina than before. He thrust up into her and she yelled her release.

"You don't hold back, do you?" he whispered against her neck. Feeling very young and vulnerable suddenly, she tried to pull away from him. He only impaled her on more of his thick length. "No, Sweetling. I like your sensitivity. Don't run away from me. The feel of your juices coating my cock is bliss, little one." Tyr smiled as he felt her tighten up and relax again, simply from his words. Grinning widely, the man started describing what he was doing to her against her sensitive chest. She writhed in his lap as he described just how good her tight cunt felt to his swollen member. By now, the girl was a mess, holding onto his shoulders and upper back as he literally rocked her body to ecstasy one delicious orgasm after another. She gibbered half-sentences that made little sense, but his indulgent chuckles were no longer highlighting her shame at letting this happen, they were emphasizing just how much she wanted his body dominating hers. When he emptied himself into her, she could only yell out and sigh in contentment.

"I want to hold your plump breasts, Sweetling. Let me move you," he pleaded teasingly. Before she could formulate an answer to that puzzling statement, he picked her up off of his throbbing dick and turned her around. He then moved her thick hair, kissed her back lovingly, and lowered her slowly back onto his quivering member. His large hands were kneading her honey-gold globes as he had been last night. His grip on her tits was more sure now that she wasn't facing him. The girl whimpered, her head rolling back in ecstasy. Then she whimpered again when his lips were pressed to the back and side of her neck.

"Y-You'll bruise me, baby," she gasped as he suckled her neck.

"Mmm, call me 'baby' again," the man commanded against her neck.

"Ooh baby," she moaned obediently, grinding against him invitingly. Tyr Anasazi was not one to turn down such an earnest invitation. He thrust hard into his lady, eager to impress her with his prowess. Usually his lovers made him work for his conquests. He was forced to display for them, impress them. Nicquel seemed like the type of woman who was easily impressed. She didn't play games in the bed and from what he'd observed so far, she was a classic submissive. Who would have thought that such a strong, independent woman was so docile and controllable between the sheets? He was easily dominating the woman and he was barely into his bag of tricks! It was almost embarrassing how innocent she was in the workings of man and woman. But she was the perfect student for his sexual education. Pliant, yielding, and embarrassingly eager to please. This thought in mind, he ejaculated into her hard, growling against her bruised neck. He blinked when she bucked against him, shuddering out yet another climax. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Coherent thought was beyond the princess of Ardennes at the moment. She was a mewling, moaning, gooey pile of need, honestly not caring what he did to her as long as it resulted in more of this glorious torture. Her body was tuned to his; everything he did to her made her want more of him. She was addicted to his stiff dick, mesmerized by what it could do to her. Tyr pushed up from under her, forcing her onto her hands and knees. He was still thrusting inside of her, but he suddenly slapped her ass hard. The reaction was immediate. She cried out loudly and shuddered a release, falling to her elbows. He traced her sensitive buttocks after that, pulling her back onto his member as she moaned and stuttered praises of him and the way he made her feel. It's like the thrusting knocked the words loose from her brain. Every once in a while he'd smack her butt, then hold on as she bucked like a bronc, hollering out in ecstasy as her body yielded up yet another orgasm. They loved this way through the morning. No one disturbed them, which she would have found a little strange if her brain had been capable of holding thoughts in her head. As it was, she crumpled to the bed a few hours later, panting as she tried to recover from this latest invasion.

"You are amazing, Nicquel. I've never felt anything so blissful on my body." The girl giggled tiredly, crawling away from her lover. "Oh no. You're not getting away from me," the man growled, pulling her back to his pulsating dick. "I'm not finished with you yet."

"Oh, please, Sir Tyr. I'm so tired!"

"Shh," he hushed the woman, sliding himself back into his tired woman. "I'm not stopping until I've given you all of my love," he vowed. Then he started pumping into his fiancée in a slow, delicious rhythm that was intensely satisfying for them both. He emptied every drop of his seed into her dripping pussy. When he finally noticed that her body was limp and sated, the two were dripping sweat, her thick blankets had long been discarded and given a home on the floor, and the sheets were in desperate need of a wash as the evidence of her virginity was drying on them. Tyr reluctantly pulled out of her rigid walls with a groan, picking his sleeping beauty up and bringing her to the bathroom. Felicity was there filling up the pool that counted as the girl's tub. Tsubame rushed in halfway through the filling process, adding a healthy dose of baby oil and her favorite lilac-scented bubble bath to the water. She stopped mid-pour, her face aflame as she tried to pretend that the Lady's bodyguard wasn't sitting naked on the toilet cradling the equally naked and sleeping Lady in his lap while waiting to wash the blood off of her thighs.

"Is there another scent that you would like, my Lord? The Lady has a variety if you would like to see." The man laughed at her attempt at casualness. The teen was trembling and her face was probably never going to lose that dull red coloring.

"Please, don't change her routine on my account. I don't mind smelling like lilacs for the day." Shrugging off her embarrassment, the handmaiden went back to pouring the bubble bath mixture into the bath. When the tub was full, Tyr turned off the water, picked up his fiancée, and stepped into the tub.

The princess woke up and groggily started trying to swim.

"Relax, Sweetling. I've got you." That impossibly deep voice never failed to cut through her panic and confusion. Instantly the woman stopped flailing uselessly at the water.

"I… I um …" He looked down at her hungrily and she lost her train of thought.

"I know, kitten. We need to talk." A rock settled in the pit of her stomach. His lips settled against hers. When he pulled away, her lips followed of their own volition, causing him to chuckle.

"I… What could we have to talk about?" The woman griped to herself. "I've been sheltered my whole life! I just slept with a guy I barely know and is just as likely to leave me as stay. Evera is going to kill me!"

"Nicquel, I swear on my honor that I'm not going to leave you. You are my woman now; you have been since you first reacted to me so viscerally two weeks ago. Your safety and happiness are my priorities. There's nothing to be afraid or ashamed of."

The girl looked at him shyly. "I have no experience with this sort of thing, Sir Tyr. I've never been interested in a guy before."

"I know," he smiled. She quietly stewed as he played with her wet braids. Was that a good thing? Was he disappointed with her bedroom performance? "You know, you only have to ask to receive answers, kitten."

"Why do you call me 'kitten'?" she asked in a huff. His smile had too many teeth in it as he looked at her, making her nervous.

"I call you 'kitten' because you purr in your sleep," he whispered against her ear. The woman whimpered and backed away, dismayed when he followed her. The man encased her in his arms and possessed her mouth in a way that would have caused her knees to give out if she'd been standing. "You feel amazing, Sweetling. Your body is an absolute delight. I'm also not worried about your inexperience. It delights me. I am looking forward to being your teacher, your 'father figure', for the rest of our lives together." Nicquel blushed at the reference to a song she'd sung on the journey to the mountains. "Your first lesson: say a full sentence to me without stuttering horribly." She teared up in humiliation, only to stop when he kissed her hard on the lips. "No, angel. You don't have to be embarrassed. You are mine. I want you to be comfortable with me, with us. For that to happen, you have to be able to communicate with me. Try it now."

"I don't know how to communicate with you, Sir Tyr! I-"

"You can start by dropping the 'Sir'. I am your man now; formalities aren't needed between us, Nicci." She gasped at the blatant informality.

"But formality is-"

"Nicci," he said firmly, pressing his hard body against hers, "I've been lodged in your womb for the last fifteen hours. If you can't call me by my name now, you never can." If the princess could have turned bright red, she would have. "Shall we have another demonstration? I'm dying to take your succulent body in this bathtub." Nicquel squealed and backed away from him. "So be it," he said darkly, moving forward like an avenging angel, his own locks wet and full of bubble bath soap. He chased her around her bathtub, sinking his giant, quivering member into her whenever he caught her. He let her get away after pumping into her a time or two, enjoying the game. The woman gradually started to enjoy herself, her frantic flight becoming less desperate. She got to the edge of the tub and this time she presented to him, smiling over her shoulder with what she hoped was confidence. Tyr grabbed her by the nape of her neck and conquered her mouth, rubbing his dick against her vagina without entering her velvet Heaven.

"Say my name, kitten," he demanded. The woman was a sensitized mess by this time, shaking with anticipation.

"Tyr," she said quickly, as if it were forbidden.

"Good girl," Tyr said excitedly, sliding his phallus deep into her. This time he didn't stop, fucking her with abandon. Nicquel held onto the side of the tub, opening her legs as much as she could with him lodged inside of her. She threw back her head and howled her orgasms when they came. And they came quite often with his silky, dark voice encouraging her completion over and over again. He thrust into her even more firmly, telling her just how much he loved her and how good she felt with her inner muscles massaging his thick length. She was lying on the edge of the tub by now, screaming his name as he pleasured her. His talented fingers were buried in her clitoris, giving her a massage of their own that encouraged her to release on his hard member. She whined and twitched her ecstasy, bucking over and over again. This time, she wasn't worried about how loud or enthusiastic she was as he dominated her, she was only concerned with how much more of his wonderful, magical penis she could fit inside of her. Tyr grabbed one of her arms when she reached behind her to stabilize herself. His clit-stroking became more insistent now that he had her hostage.

"You praise my body so good, Sweetling," he whispered against her ear. "It strokes my ego to have you be so enamored of my thick cock. Keep talking and I'll soon have you filled up with my child. I'm going to fuck you so hard." Nicquel yelled out her latest release, relaxing against the only solid surface she had left. The knight released her arm to give her a break and instead focused on massaging her thighs. As much as he was enjoying this time together with his woman, it was time to get her fed. For that to happen, she would need to be able to walk in a straight line to the kitchen. As he'd suspected, her muscles were bunched and unnaturally tight. He massaged her, reveling in her groans of gratitude. The girl hummed when he was finished, lying on the lip of the tub and looking ready for another nap. And as much as he wanted to indulge her, it was after lunch and her last meal was twenty-four hours ago. It really was time to leave her private chambers. This thought firmly in mind, the knight slipped out of his woman, washed them both quickly, and lifted her out of her tub, smiling when she made a noise like a discontented kitten.

"Come, little one. It's time to eat." Her stomach rumbled at the suggestion of food and he laughed in amusement. Their clothes were laid out on the freshly made bed; one of the handmaidens must have gone to the barracks for new clothes for him. They'd also been nice enough to put his woman in a dress today, realizing that she would likely be sore. The girl grabbed her underwear and moved to her desk where her lotion was. Tyr watched as she rubbed herself down with clinical efficiency, finding himself getting hard just watching her. Shaking his head, the man walked over and loosened her towel so that he could rub lotion on her back. She tensed, but allowed it.

"Tyr?" she asked in that adorably unsure tone that brought out his protective instincts.

"Yes, little one," he prompted her when she hesitated.

"Are we… Are we really a couple now?" His smile was tender for his poor, confused love. He gently smoothed her towel the rest of the way down her back and kissed her shoulder before wrapping his arms around her.

"Yes, Nicci. We're a couple now," he answered, nuzzling her neck briefly before coming around her to lotion her legs. A few minutes passed in tense silence as he proceeded to re-apply her lotion to her body. He could tell that she had another question and was afraid to ask it. It didn't take long to dress her as she sat passively in the seat. He was actually finished dressing himself when she mustered up the courage to say what was on her mind.

"Tyr?"

"Yes, Sweetling?" he responded, grinning as she flushed at the endearment.

"What's this?" She gulped, obviously not wanting to be disappointed if he gave the wrong answer as she displayed the ring on her finger. He could feel that tender smile returning to his face. At this point it was under threat of becoming permanent.

"'This' is a physical representation of my love for you," he said firmly, chuckling at her wide-eyed excitement. "It is a warning to others that you are claimed. If you are willing to be claimed," he added teasingly. She bounced in her seat before throwing her arms around the knight and squealing with happiness. "I take it that you are consenting to be my wife?" Nicquel started nodding frantically.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes-" he cut her off with a deep kiss.

"Aww! And what's this?" The Queen asked with a knowing smile on her face. Her sister was so excited that she forgot all about protocol for the moment, making the older sister glad she decided to confront the couple in her younger sister's private rooms.

"Look at this, Evs!" she shouted in excitement. "Tyr just proposed to me!" She was jumping in the Queen's face and waving her hands in front of her as if she was the defending team in a basketball game. Both Evera and Richard busted out laughing, making their sister become more excited and agitated as she talked a mile a minute. Finally, her sister swept her up into a hug.

"I know that you're excited, little sister. And you must tell me all about your adventures outside of the castle. But first…" her stomach gurgled right on cue. "I think that you could use a good meal after your exertions, don't you?" Nicquel flushed with embarrassment and backed away.

"O-of course, your Majesty," she mumbled into her bodice. "Forgive me for-"

"There's nothing to forgive, Babygirl," the Queen smiled, sensing her sister's sudden shame at being shut down. She lifted the girl's chin with her finger and smiled at her, grinning when the girl grinned back. "How were the mountains? I haven't been there in ages! And the drive must have looked amazing; did you take pictures?" Nicquel started from the beginning, this time at a pace that the others could understand. She explained the real reason why she'd suddenly wanted a vacation, Tyr's arm around her shoulders the whole time. Then she talked about her time hanging out with Misao while eating a hearty late breakfast - she really had a good time with the pregnant woman. She'd been the only one to 'diagnose' her 'condition'; why hadn't anyone told her that she was in love? Listening to her audience laughing at her, she sighed and realized that she should have known something so basic. Deflated by that realization, she was surprised when her fiancé kissed her over the syrup-covered waffles. She looked up at him shyly and he caressed her cheek.

"Don't forget to tell your sister about the assassination attempt, Sweetling."

"Oh yeah. I almost forgot about that," the nurse admitted. "So we-"

"Those animals need to be rooted out of the kingdom and stopped," Evera said irritably. "I can't believe that such a group of woman-haters exists in Ardennes."

"They probably exist because they can't get a date on a Saturday night. Bunch of InCel bastards," the princess shrugged. "Were you able to get anything out of my attackers?" the woman asked Richard. He started slightly at being addressed, but nodded immediately after.

"The group is calling themselves The Rod and-"

"More evidence to their InCel roots," Nicquel grumbled.

"I believe it *ahem* has more to do with the 'spare the rod and spoil the child' phrase than their own sexual preferences," the king laughed and said. "There are at least five more cells in this group and they are all convinced that the country is best run in a man's hands. They likely wouldn't even have cause to sterilize the two of you if I was given the authority over-"

"Daddy gave my sister the divine right to rule," the woman said over the last few bites of her meal. "The ceremony is binding and irreversible. Besides," she grinned, "how else are we going to find and arrest all these fools by my wedding day? I want these InCels behind bars or dead before I take my vows."

"And when exactly will that be?" the queen asked, sipping her tea and marveling at the sheer amount of food her slim sister could put away after all these years.

Nicquel, unaware of her sister's musings, thought about it. "I don't see this hunt taking more than six months. Do you, Sw-Sweet … Um… Tyr?" The knight grinned at her attempt, kissing her forehead sweetly and caressing her cheek again.

"No, I don't see this hunt taking more than six months, Sweetling," Tyr crooned at his woman. Everyone at the table chuckled at how embarrassed the younger sibling looked.

"I don't know how I feel about using my sister as bait for these monsters," Evera said in a worried tone.

"Your sister is under my protection, Majesty. No harm will come to her as we hunt these animals down. I already have a few ideas for how to draw them out. I plan to sire many children with your sister, so I have a great deal of motivation to keep her safe."

"Many?" the girl protested angrily. He simply gave her an intensely heated look and she squeaked as she hastily looked away. Chuckling, he gave his attention back to the Queen.

"You can depend on us, Majesty," the knight concluded his petition. Evera thought it over.

"Very well. But be careful, Babygirl. As much as you mock them, they are dangerous."

"I know that they're dangerous, sis. But so am I and those who will be helping me. We'll keep you posted on the situation, okay?"

"I'd like to be made aware of your plans for the rebels," Richard put in.

"Is that such a great idea, Majesty? This group of InCels have already proven capable of corrupting men from higher levels of government than they should be able to. The fewer ears that hear the plans, the better."

"Are you saying that you don't trust me?"

"What? No, of course not," Nicquel gasped. "But until we can figure out how to ensure that none of your guards or their friends or the staff or their families are in on this conspiracy, it's best that the circle of people who know our next moves be kept small."

"Very well," he said severely. "But we'd better see results or I'll implement my own plans."

"Of course, Majesties," she bowed to the couple and took her leave, Tyr a silent shadow in her wake.

"Did she seem a little… off today?" Evera asked her husband after she was sure that Nicquel was gone.

"Well, judging from the 'red banner' on her sheets when the maids passed by this morning, your sister has every reason to be 'off' today, don't you think, my love?" He paused to give the woman time to giggle at the observation. "Nicquel was quite the innocent lady, I doubt-"

"Is. Nicquel is quite the innocent lady. It'll take more than a roll between the sheets to change that."

"How about six months worth of rolls between the sheets and the inevitable pregnancy?" her husband smirked.

"Father and I raised her to be virginal. I doubt that Sir Tyr will be able to permanently remove that trait from her for the rest of her life. Not even stepping into the horrific world of nursing and all that it entails was able to do that." Richard blinked, but had to agree. He then slung a familiar arm around his woman and led her from the kitchen.

"Do you think that you've worried Ghapenda's monarch enough with your absence, my love? That mutual arms agreement isn't going to review and sign itself." He chuckled when Evera groaned. Every couple of months their eastern neighbors decided that a revision of the agreement was in order, which essentially meant that they wanted to throw their two eligible princes first at the Queen and more recently the Crown Princess. What a relief it would be to announce Nicquel's engagement! Maybe then they would stop pestering her with minor wording issues.