What am I doing?!

Yona wonders what has come over her as she blushes before Hak, both now topless in a grassy field in the middle of the woods. From the second she learned she could get an inch with him - his love confession - she has been overcome with a desire to have all of him. As if pushing him all the way, seducing him, is a way to test and confirm her power, her ownership of him. Which is stupid, that's unnecessary in love. She knows better. But passion defies logic even in the intelligent and good-hearted. She's been jealous for a long time now. She's watched countless other women fawn over him, try to touch him, ask to be embraced by him.

Mine. She turns her head to expose the length of her neck as she nervously twists a lock of her soft red mane between her fingers and eyes the lapis lazuli necklace around his neck. Oh the little things she's done on their journey to try to brand him as hers. Until she couldn't keep her hands off him any longer...

He comes to her, eyes clouded with inappropriate desires, and cups her swollen breasts in his hands, "Mmmm," she coos him on as he runs his thumbs over her hard nipples. Blushing deeper, "Your hands are so big," she looks up at him shyly thinking how small her breasts must seem against them.

"You're perfect," he shushes her as he brings his mouth down to carry the conversation forward in a more heated manner. He feels and kneads her chest, a part of her he's fantasized about touching since it first started budding. Gorgeous pale curves that innocently caused him hundreds of erections he's had to calm and learn to suppress. Now touching them...

Never before has Yona felt herself get wet like this. Her thighs get this weak. His rough hands continue to gently massage her tender flesh. She wants those hands all over her. Desperately. She pulls away from Hak's kiss to rebalance herself and can't help but notice the extent to which he's tenting below. To have this affect on him... thrills her. She notices wetness at the tip of the strain against his pants. She's not been with a man before, this is all new discovery... it occurs to her: is he... going through the same thing she is right now down below?

No hesitation, Yona reaches a small, curious hand down to touch it. She cups the shaft through his pants and looks up to see him looking away, not breathing, some lost look on his face like he's about to die... but possibly end up in heaven.

"You're wet..."

He looks down at her, not sure how to respond to that.

"Me too," she admits and blushes harder, "I'm sorry, if I'm saying strange things. I've never... wanted anyone like this before."

To have her holding his cock and say that... Hak had hoped this afternoon would go well, somewhere deep inside he thought that maybe that could be an outcome, but he was completely unprepared for this. The magnitude of what she just said was not lost on him. That means... even with the him who shall not be named she hadn't experienced these feelings. Hak could be her first in far more ways than he ever dreamed. Which is stupid, it's unnecessary in love. He never held any prerequisites for being with her. But as a man, to realize the kind of feeling he can create for her and how much of her he can selfishly claim as territory only he's owned, turns him on in a deep and primal way as old as time. Mine. The desire to truly make her his, not just by law of man, but in the way the even the Earth recognizes... a man taking a woman's body, entering her, filling her, and spilling into her...

"Breathe!" Yona lets go of him below and reaches up toward his face. He gasps for air - he had really gone off on a tangent in his mind palace there and completely left his body behind.

"I'm making you uncomfortable. I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me," Yona has been so simultaneously bold yet coy this afternoon, she's hardly recognized herself and probably given him whiplash by now.

"No, I'm sorry. Princess, talking to you... about the details of this. It feels..."

"Wrong?" Yona is already picking up her inner robe and beginning to cover herself.

Hak closes his eyes in frustration at not having the words, then opens them with sincerity, "Nothing about this is wrong."

This surprises Yona. After all his hesitation this afternoon...

"This is natural between a man and a woman. The way we feel about each other, what we've been dancing around here," he looks down where she held him, then back at her fiery eyes, "I'm... we're... wet because I want to be inside you. And our bodies are ready for it," he tenderly brushes her hair back off her cheek, trying to calm her, "But I can't do this."

Yona is so turned on by his explanation yet stung by his firm stand against going along with their natural desires. Like it's a challenge. Like if she can't have him now, then she's not enough. Tears well in her eyes at the rejection, "Why?"

He keeps steady eye contact, his voice tender but very serious, "I want to take care of you. Properly. I want to do everything the right way if it's for you. There's nothing I won't give."

"Except your body today," she jabs.

"I love you so much," he affirms, then kisses her in apology before clarifying, "I want to marry you before I take you in my arms. I want to have sworn my life to you in front of the gods, in honor to your father, in respect to this country, before I allow myself to take you as intimately as a husband takes a wife."

Tears are fully streaming down Yona's cheeks now as she buries her face into Hak's chest, hugging him, "-You're right. You're always so... good, Hak."

A wry smile creeps up, "I'm not. But when it comes to you, all playing aside, my intentions are the best I have."

Still against his chest, Yona reaches up to touch the lapsis lazuli, rolls it between her thumb and forefinger. She thinks only for a second before, "Let's do it."

"What?"

"Let's get married."

Hak looks down at her in awe, "Princess..."

"We've known each other for so long. There's nothing more I need to learn about you to know: you're the man I choose. Would you... want me as a wife?"

Hak's lost his breath once more, then chokes out, "... Yes!-"

Yona laughs at his state of awe and confusion. He runs a hand through his hair, a giant dumb smile on his face, "Of course I would. There's nothing... there's no one... you would make me the happiest man alive," he falls to his knees, still smiling and on a cloud, he takes her small hands in his and beams up at her, "Is this for real? You're really here, we're alive, and we're going to marry one another?"

"Yes, you dummy!" They're both laughing now - Yona falls into him and topples him over with a kiss. They roll around in the grass kissing and smiling, Yona's inner robe having found its way off once more. Their playful kissing starts becoming more heated. Until it is fully heated, Hak on top, Yona's legs spread on the bottom. Their kissing is deep now, Hak's hands kneading Yona's breasts, his penis erect once more and pressed into her stomach through his clothes. She arches into him and they begin rubbing into each other, Hak beginning gentle thrusts.

Yona starts losing her mind once more. It's too much. Almost manipulatively, she starts running her hands up and down his torso, each time going a little further. With their limbs moving all over one another, they both are well distracted. Yona manages to slide her skirt down and off as well as her undergarment before she begins to move a hand into his pants. At first she buries her fingers into his dark pubic curls, but then her wandering hands find his cock. Her fingers become wet with the precum as she touches it, then she begins to slowly rub and massage it with her fingers, gently pushing and pulling.

Hak moves his kisses from her neck down to her gorgeous collar bone as he agonizes over the overwhelming pleasure he's feeling below and general confusion about how they got here again and if it's OK this time to continue. He's having trouble thinking about that already when... he feels his cock against Yona's pubic curls. At some point, she slid his pants off... and he didn't stop her.

Yona sees his eyes begin to sober at that contact, so she pleads with a sweet whisper, "We can just rub. Just a little."

Hak realizes he's completely naked on top of her, who is also completely naked, and looks down to see himself as hard as he's ever been and a drop of his precum falling onto her perfect taut stomach, with her red curls just below. Then Yona opens her thighs for him further still and pulls his mouth to hers, slipping her tongue distractingly into his mouth and nonverbally begging for him to lean into her and join in this dangerous game.

He can't help it, he's in such a daze of pleasure, he touches the tip of his penis to the top of her clit, which catches both of their breath, then he slowly drags the head down the sensitive hood to her entrance, which is soaking wet. He moves circularly around the entrance, getting covered in her juices, then moves his tip back up her most sensitive flesh. Above, he's now sucking on her nipples while he tries to focus on not accidentally entering her.

Below him, Yona is far gone. Since she was exiled, respect for "official things" and formalities has really waned for her. She far more values real things that no one can take away - like love and kindness. So it isn't a burden in her mind to think of giving herself to Hak right here this quickly. She takes nothing for granted anymore. Certainly not time or people. She knows his hesitation is for her sake, but they're so close to...

Their dance of rubbing below quickens and now sometimes Hak's penis even slides back between her butt cheeks before back up over her labia. They're both losing their minds, kissing once more, hands touching and rubbing freely. Hak even moves a brave hand down to Yonas curls and slows his cock rubbing her clit so he can slip a finger inside of her. Yona lets out a great moan (they're way alone in this field after all, so why not). Then he slips two inside and moves them in and out. They're soaking wet. It's so warm and tight inside of her that his chest tightens. He returns his wet hand up to a breast, then smells her juices on his fingers. The scent turns him on so wildly he begins rubbing his cock against her below once more.

Yona moans more and more, then pulls his face back up to hers. Her womanhood is on fire for him, she can't help it - she shifts so with his next thrust, in one swift motion he unintentionally slips inside of her.

He stops... for what feels like an eternity. He inside of her, she feeling him inside of her. He stays there as they kiss, now for over a minute, he focusing hard not to come, but not to end their pleasure or further this thing he swore not to do but clearly is kinda doing. Another minute passes, he inside of her, just not moving. Yona is in heaven, there has not been a moment in her life that has felt more intoxicating than this feeling of him in her. She squeezes her walls around him as though she could hold him there indefinitely. If she could keep him inside of her indefinitely, she now knows she certainly would.

A third minute, but now Yona starts to roll her hips, pushing her luck. Hak moans as her rolls move him a little out of her and then pushes him deep in. She's essentially doing the thrusting he's trying not to. It feels so good he can barely make a sound of protest, but as she becomes more vigorous in her movements and it clearly dawns on him... they are straight up having sex right now - he pulls out.

She knew that was coming. But she is proud at how far she got. Very satisfied, actually. Overwhelmed with feeling. And holy fucking shit, if she can do that with him again. And again and again endlessly in the future as her husband... Yona is very happy despite that abrupt ending.

"You're amazing," Hak tries to steady his breathing, "You're going to be the death of me."

"You're so strong. I couldn't have been the one to stop it."

"We were having sex, Princess - minutes after I professed my integrity to wait. I'm weak," he climbs back on her and kisses her, "But only for you."

"But you did stop."

"I was going to come. When I do that with you for the first time, I want to do it inside you. That means something to me. But it's also something I won't do recklessly."

"Pregnancy," Yona knows.

"We're about to march into another battle... it's not the best time to start a family. Intentional or not."

"I count my days, Hak," she subtly gestures toward her fertile region.

"That could be helpful..."

"I mean, these things aren't always right, but... we should be safe for another week."

"Princess..." he laughs at her determination and how he's done for.

"Then let's get married tomorrow."

Hak turns to see Yona determined and very serious. He realizes - if she's the one asking: it's happening.