A/N: I know I'm not spitting updates out as fast as I used to be able to, but I'm still not recovered from that writer's block that hit me in about April. I also have had a pretty busy summer and now that I have school again, things aren't getting easier.
I'm going to try my best to update on weekends and maybe surprise you with an update on week days if I don't have homework or archery practice among other things. I'm also trying to work on a real book, not fanfiction, for my senior project, and that's taking up a lot of my planning/writing time.
Also I promise this has Robin's POV in it. I just had a little bit with Regina I wanted to clear up first.
Several weeks passed after Regina's first lesson with Tink. She slowly began to get a routine for this new way of living. She'd be woken up early in the morning by her pesky servants who never seemed to have a nice thing to say (and Regina was beginning to learn the sorts of things they were saying the more Tink taught her the language and in the least to say, she was not impressed). She'd be bathed and dressed before being sent off to have breakfast with Robin, John, Marian, Roland, and other nobles who lived within Robin's royal camp. Then, it would be off to lessons with Tink where she would work long and hard on the material Tink was having her learn, and then it was lunch, more learning, dinner, and then bed.
That is how it had been for almost a month. But, when the sun rises this morning, Regina knows that change accompanies it and a feeling of worry lodges itself inside of her, along with a satisfying hum of excitement. She's grown to really like Robin these past few weeks, she's excited to be his wife, to share in his kingdom, to finally see if they are really compatible together, if she can really love him. But so many worries tug at her mind. Will she be good enough for his kingdom? For him?
She doesn't have much time to worry about this, for the maids are coming in, whisking her out of bed and into the bath. Today the water is scalding hot, and Regina winces as she steps into it. She keeps quiet though, knows the maids won't change it for her. They instantly begin scrubbing her down with bath salts and oils until her entire body tingles almost painfully. Regina eats her breakfast as she's washed but that is hard to do when the maids are instructing she lift this arm or that one for them. She's then dragged out of the tub for dressing and the maids begin to fit her wedding gown onto her body.
"This one is way too scrawny," one maid says. Regina hates that she can understand some of what they say now, especially today when she knows a man will finally see her naked and a very important man at that.
"Her behind is much too big," another comments and Regina's lips turn down into a frown. "I'm having a hard time getting the bustle on." She tightens the article of clothing and makes Regina wince.
"Men like big breasts. This poor girl has hardly any at all! What will the king think of that?" another says and the maids begin to laugh at Regina's expense.
Regina tries her best to act like she can't understand what they are saying. Now that she can understand them a bit more, it is only a matter of time before she tells Robin of their behavior. She would take the beating for now in hopes that her maids would be punished one day, but today, while she is stressed about the wedding, their words cut deeper than they usually did and Regina finds herself fighting tears.
After the maids have her dressed in her wedding gown, they sit Regina at her vanity and they begin to do her hair. They pulled it back into an intricate braid woven with white flowers as pure as snow. Regina takes the time to admire her dress while they work on her. It is graceful and flowing, the prettiest wedding gown you'd ever see. The corset is a bit too tight and it is awkward to sit with the bustle but it is still a very pretty gown. After her hair is finished, the maids apply a light dusting of makeup. Just some foundation to her face and a bit of powder to make it glow, as well as a layer of light eyeshadow, some mascara and eyeliner, and a bit of pink lip stain. Regina is quite impressed by the results as she stares into the mirror at her reflection. She hopes she impresses Robin.
After that, Regina is taken outside where a stable boy helps her into a white mare. She wishes she could be riding Rocinante down to her wedding, but it is custom she goes on a white horse, not her mare is gentle however, allows Regina to rub her neck and fiddle nervously with her silvery mane. Marian makes her way over with a small smile. She's dressed for the occasion, in a beautiful maroon gown that compliments her complexion.
"There is the bride to be," she beams and walks over to Regina. She gives the horse a pat on the shoulder to alert her of her presence. "How are you feeling on your wedding day?" she asks.
"Okay, I suppose," Regina answers and takes a deep breath. "A little bit nervous."
Marian gives her a small smile. "That's to be expected. Even when I married John, I was nervous despite knowing him for years. I can only imagine how you feel. You and Robin have only known each other a month and you are to rule by his side after today."
Regina nods and smiles a little sheepishly. "Yes, that is most of it. I just... there's more to it than that I suppose."
Marian gets a knowing look on her face. "You're referring to the wedding night aren't you?" she inquires.
Regina bobs her head without a word and busies herself with the horse's mane. She braids it, feeling scrutinized under Marian's gaze which just doesn't seem to go away.
"Don't worry about your wedding night, Regina. I'm sure Robin is just as scared as you are. He's never been with a woman just as you have never been with a man," she says. "John and I were nervous at first as well. But your nerves quickly fade away. Believe me."
"Thank you, Marian," Regina says gently as she shifts in her saddle. "I appreciate it."
"No problem Regina," she responds. "I'd better get going but I'll see you down by the river. Good luck!" she called before disappearing into the large trees where a direwolf joins her.
Soon after, Tink approaches and takes the reigns of the mare into her hands as she begins to leads her along down the bank. "Tink?" Regina asks."I didn't expect you to be the one guiding me down the aisle."
Tink turns and gives Regina a wide, pleased grin. She looks very fairy-like, Regina notes. She once again thinks that Tink is much too pretty to be a servant. She looks as if she could be highborn, royalty even. She's too well looked after. "It originally wasn't going to be me, but I talked Robin into it."
"You know, you and Robin seem to be pretty close," Regina observes. "You weren't always a servant, were you?"
"To be quite honest, no I wasn't," Tink says. "But that is a story for another day. Let's just say Robin helped me and this is how I am repaying him, as much as he insists I don't need to," she chuckles.
"There is still a lot I don't know about you, Tink," Regina says as they begin walking down the path into the forest, Tink leading Regina's horse along as she sat atop it. "I consider you a friend, but really, we only talk about Sherwood and never each other."
"Perhaps we will take the time to do that someday," Tink says. "You're right. You don't know much about me, just as I don't know much about you. And it is good for a queen to get to know her subjects and vice versa."
"But you are more than just my subject, Tink," Regina replies. "As I said, you are my friend."
Tink smiles and tips her head to the side. "As you are mine," she says. "So, how are you feeling about your wedding?"
"Very nervous. More so about the wedding night," Regina sighs.
"You're still hung up on that?" her friend asks. "Regina, you don't need to fear it. It's okay to be anxious, I get it, but I don't want you to ruin such a magical day with worry."
"My maids aren't very encouraging of that. They think I don't understand them, but as you teach me more of the language each and every day, I'm beginning to piece together what they're saying about me. It's always negative stuff about my body and if they think it, what means that Robin won't?" she inquires.
Tink sighs. "Well, first off, I think you need to go to Robin with that and have your maids punished. I also think you need to get new ones, let them know that you're in charge and that you can understand them perfectly before they open their mouths and get themselves in trouble. And second of all, I think they're just jealous of you. Most of the women who have seen you are, and even those who have not. You're beautiful, and tales of your beauty have spread throughout the kingdom. Many women are jealous of that, and others by the fact that you're getting to marry the man they've coveted for years." She gives a tug on the horse's reins to help it down a patch of rocky terrain. "The noblewomen especially. They thought they'd become Robin's wife and the fact that he's taken a beautiful foreign girl... well, they're not happy."
"And that brings me to another point. If the kingdom hates me, how do I get them to like me?" Regina asks.
"Just be you. Not everyone is going to like you, but if you be yourself, I know that there will be those who will have no choice but to fall in love with their queen. You've already made an impression on Robin, on his family, on me. And in time, you will win the hearts of your people as well."
Regina can't help but smile at the words of encouragement her friend is giving her. "Thank you, Tink. If I wasn't in such a large dress and on top of a horse, I'd hug you right now."
Tink chuckles. "You can repay me in hugs later. But now... your husband awaits."
As they round the corner, Regina is greeted by hundreds of faces turning to catch a glimpse of their queen-to-be. Her cheeks instantly flush red under their gazes and she focuses straight ahead, on Robin, as Tink leads the horse down the aisle. Music plays in the background, on harps, and fiddles, and lutes, and lyres, as the white mare moves forward with Robin's bride atop of her back. And there, her husband-to-be stands at the edge of the river, hands clasped before him as he stands in his best tunic and fur cloak, looking as handsome as ever. Cael stands by his side, wagging his tail as he sees Regina come into his view. The rest of the royal family stands off to the side, John and Marian and their son, Roland, who looks so adorable wrapped in his best furs with his wild curls combed down, and some others, aunts and uncles perhaps, that Regina does not recognize.
When the horse comes to a halt on the sandy shore of the river, Tink and a few stable boys help Regina off, adjusting her gown before her feet hit the ground. She is then ushered to stand before Robin, where a friar, Tuck, Regina believes his name is, stands to marry them. The music quiets and they are left in the silence of the forest, with the wind blowing in the trees, and then birds chirping in the canopies above them.
"Today we unite to bring together Robin of Locksley, King of the Sherwood Forest, and Lady Regina, your soon to be queen, in marriage today," Friar Tuck announces as the people exchange hushed whispers among themselves.
Regina feels her heart pounding in her ears and she can hardly hear what the friar says next as anxiety shakes her to her very roots. Her gaze sweeps to her feet, and then to the river and the trees beyond, and to the blue sky that peeks through the trees. Finally, she finds her gaze locking onto Robin's. He takes her hands in his and gives them a gentle squeeze. He looks happy, she notes, and she feels herself smiling at him, which he returns wholeheartedly. And then, he is speaking his vows.
"My dearest Regina, I have always been an adamant believer in love and finding love, and I would be lying if I said that an arranged marriage was what I wanted. However, when I found you, you were in need, and I knew it was right to help you. Since then, you have come to live with me, among my people, and in that month, I have discovered the wonderful woman that you are, a woman I know I will have a happy future with," he says and gives her hands another gentle squeeze.
Regina smiles at him as tears fill up her eyes. She blinks to push them away and takes a deep breath to say her own vows. "Robin, when I first met you, I thought that I would be subjected to a terrible marriage, just as I would have been with any king. But you have showed me that I was wrong. You're a kind, honorable man and I have faith that our marriage will be a wonderful one. I hope that this is the first of many days of marriage, and that our love grows strong and unbreakable."
Robin smiles at Regina as the friar announces he may kiss his bride. This would be the first time his lips would ever touch hers. Their first of hopefully many kisses. Regina feels her heart hammer in anticipation as Robin wraps his arms around her waist to draw her closer. He then lowers his head so that his lips brush against hers. It is a slow, sweet kiss, since they are both a little shy around their observing audience, but Regina knows that later, they'd be capable of much more. She pulls back as Robin presses a final kiss to her forehead.
The friar then brings Robin a hunting knife. "And now they will bind their hands in blood to signify their unity as man and wife and as your king and queen," he announces.
Robin holds out his palm and grits his teeth as the knife slices his skin. Regina watches as blood wells up from where he had been cut. She shakily offers her own hand and hisses in pain as her own palm is cut. Before she can concentrate on the pain, Robin takes her hand in his and their blood mixes together. The audience cheers as they hold their hands up and make their way into the river. The water envelopes them until their hands are covered and the blood washes away.
"I now present to you King Robin of Locksley and Queen Regina... your new rulers of Sherwood!" Friar Tuck shouts and raised his hands high. Two men bring forth two crowns, a majestic one made of gold for Robin and a smaller, more elegant one of silver for his queen. They bow their heads and the crowns are placed on top.
The white mare is then brought to them again and Robin helps Regina on before climbing up himself. His arms wrap around her waist and she leans back into his chest as the mare leads the wedding party out.
Despite only knowing his bride for a month, Robin thinks this is the happiest day of his life. He is now officially crowned the king of Sherwood and he has the most beautiful wife and queen to rule by her side. Not to mention, she looks all the more regal and beautiful with her silver crown atop of her head.
"You make a gorgeous bride," he murmurs as the horse carries them forward, the music and the sound of people following behind. Robin can't wait until the end of the night when he will get Regina all to himself.
"Thank you," Regina replies quietly and tips her head to look up at him, a soft smile gracing her features. Robin feels his heart stutter. He couldn't have gotten a woman fairer than she to marry, and one with a personality he can get along with. One woman who he can love.
He bends down and kisses her cheek. "The rest of our day is going to be rather exciting. Did Tink tell you about it?" he asks, his fingers ghosting across her belly.
"She did. She told me about the feast and the dancing and the gifts," Regina informs him. "And the ceremony where I am given my direwolf."
Robin smiles. "Ah, yes. I picked her out myself. She's from one of the finest lines of royal direwolves. I have worked with her to make sure she is tame and ready to listen to her alpha. Cael liked to help out, too. In fact, I believe in his own animalistic way, he has a crush on her."
"What does she look like?" Regina asks curiously.
"You'll see her soon enough. I don't want to spoil all the surprises," he says and laughs when Regina huffs in disappointment.
They eventually reach the camp and Robin hops off the horse, offering his hand to Regina to help her down as well. She is escorted to her tent by her handmaidens and Robin can't help but notice the look of discomfort on her face as he heads to his own tent.
He strips out of his wet clothes and substitutes them for a green tunic laced with gold and brown trousers and boots to match Sherwood's colors. He throws on a fur cloak before making his way out. Regina is just leaving her tent as well and Robin finds his queen looks even more beautiful in his colors. She's wearing a deep forest green dress that is lose and flowing and requires no corset. Her hair is left down in loose curls save a few strands in the front which are braided back, and those braids are laced with little white flowers. Her makeup is left natural and light and she looks impossibly gorgeous.
"Regina..." Robin murmurs, speechless as she makes her way over to him.
"What?" she asks, her voice shaking a little, as if she's afraid of what he's going to say.
Robin smiles and shakes his head as he places his hands on her biceps and looks her over. "You look stunning in every way," he says and draws her in for a hug. She lays her head on his chest and he holds her close, running his fingers through her silky hair. He can smell the oils she's been bathed in and he memorizes her scent, like lavender and forest and something else simply Regina.
"Ahem..." someone says and clears their throat and Robin pulls away to find John standing there with a smirk and crossed arms as he attempts to chide them. "You're going to be late to your own party, your majesties. You'll have plenty of time for that later," he reminds them.
Robin feels Regina tense in his arms as John alludes to the wedding night. He has to say, he's quite nervous himself. When he was a teenager, unlike most boys his age, Robin hadn't visited the brothels or paid prostitutes to come give him pleasure. He had wanted to save himself for his bride, which he had. But, because he had never had any sexual experiences, he was a little worried about what the night would hold.
"Come on, love, let's go," he says gently as he pulls away and offers his hand. Regina gingerly takes it and they follow John towards the center of the camp where the feast is being held.
Robin didn't get to see much of Regina during their time at the feast. She sat next to him as they ate, but Marian occupied her attention. Robin was glad, though, it was good for his family to bond. It also gave him time to quietly converse with John about the wedding night, even though he had about a thousand times before. John kept assuring him that he'd figure it out in the bedroom and that he should pay careful attention to Regina to make sure he isn't hurting her, definitely this first time, since she is a virgin.
After dinner is eaten, the music begins to pick up to a lively manner and Regina is pulled away to dance. Robin keeps a close eye on her as he mills throughout the dance floor, but he does not partake in the dancing, especially when the noblewomen ask. He won't give them that satisfaction. Finally, he finds Regina by the table with no other men around and he goes to take her hand.
"I have not gotten to dance with my bride yet," he says and smiles at her. "Will she do me the honors?"
"Of course," Regina says gently and allows Robin to lead her out on the dance floor.
People immediately step back and the music slows upon the king and queen entering the dance floor. Robin wraps one arm around Regina's waist and holds one of her hands with the other. They sway to the beat of the music, doing a classic ballroom dance and everyone watches in awe. Robin focuses on his bride and finds her blushing.
"Everyone is staring at us," she murmurs and bites down on her lip nervously.
Robin shakes his head and tugs her closer. "No, they're staring at you, Regina. You're the envy of the night. All the men want you and all the women want to be you," he explains. "I think this is the first step to winning over the hearts of our subjects. They see your beauty and your grace."
Regina smiles a little. "Well, I'm glad the only man I have is you and that I'm the woman you are marrying today."
"As am I," Robin replies. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to her lips.
When the song ends, everyone returns to the table and Robin takes a seat with Regina. They are awarded many gifts, but most are for his bride. She's granted outfits, jewelry and perfumes. And finally, it is time for her final gift. Robin gets up and heads to a nearby tent where a servant waits with Cael and Regina's direwolf.
He had handpicked the best from the litter. Her direwolf was about a year old and jet black, an unusual coloring for direwolves but it reminded him of Regina's hair, which is part of why he chose her. The wolf was full grown, but a bit smaller than Cael, which Robin thought was a nice feature since Regina wasn't used to such large canines. She also had a nice temperament, just like Cael. She was willing to learn, she was friendly, and not too stubborn. Just perfect for Regina.
"Come," he tells the wolves. Cael hops up and gives Regina's wolf a nudge to follow as well and they make their way back to the party.
When they arrive, Regina is eying her direwolf almost instantly. Everyone has gone quiet as Tuck speaks the history of the direwolves, how they aided the Elves, their ancestors, and how after the wars that finally bound their kingdom together with man, a direwolf was given to each person of royal blood and how the queen, now bound by blood to Sherwood would get one as well. Robin brings Cael and the other wolf over and tells her in Elvish that Regina is her master.
Robin watches as Regina holds her hands out and the wolf moves to sniff her. She then nudges her hands and begs for a pet. "Robin, she is beautiful," Regina says as she runs her fingers through her new pet's fur.
"You won't see another black direwolf for a while. They're very rare but she reminded me of you and I knew you just had to have her," he says. "Cael likes her too," he chuckles as Cael moves to stand by the black wolf's side. "What will you name her?"
Regina was deep in thought for a moment. "Ithil," she says. Robin smiles at that. She had chosen an Elvish name, one that meant 'moon'.
"A great choice. Welcome to the family, Ithil," Robin says and gives her a scratch on the ear as everyone applauds.
About two hours later, everyone began to retire to their tents for the day. After the last guest had left, the handmaidens came in to get Regina and prepare her for the rest of the night. Robin went to his own tent and dismissed the wolves for the night. They'd be bathed and fed and reunited with their masters in the morning.
Robin makes his way into his tent, takes a quick bath and changes into his nightclothes, before moving to sit on the bed as he waits for Regina. Within about ten minutes, the flaps of his tent move aside to reveal her to him. His eyes widen as his eyes move over her frame. She wears a gown that is translucent and it allows him to see the curve of her body and the outlines of her nipples that are pert against the fabric.
Robin takes a deep breath and moves to take her hand and guide her to the bed. "We finally get a break from all the noise," he says and climbs into the bed. He lays back and beckons her close. He wants them to get comfortable before they dive into things.
"Don't worry, we have all night. Let's just try to ease our nerves for a bit before we do anything," he says. He opens his arms and that must do the trick because she climbs into the bed and lays down right beside him. Her head lays against his shoulder and she lays a hand on his chest. "I promise we aren't going to rush into things. It's something we have to do, even if we aren't ready, but I'm going to try and make you as comfortable as I can," he assures.
Regina nods and looks up at him with grateful eyes, but she's taught with worry. He gently rubs her back and kisses the top of her head. Regina closes her eyes and Robin smiles, glad to see she's calmed down enough for that. They settle in a comfortable silence, just laying there together,
"Robin?" Regina's soft voice whispers through the silence after several minutes.
He looks down to find her staring up at him with big, innocent eyes. "Yes, love?" he asks gently.
"What if… what if I'm not good enough?" she asks quietly and buries her head against his chest.
"Regina, don't talk like that," he murmurs. "Of course you're good enough. And besides, I don't have standards. I find you to be incredibly beautiful, and sweet and kind and loving. You're perfect as far as I'm concerned."
"Not that, Robin," she sighs. "I'm talking about in bed."
Robin smiles softly and kisses her cheek. "Regina, love, I don't even know what this is supposed to feel like exactly. All I know is that it's supposed to feel good."
"And what if it doesn't?" she inquires.
"Sweetheart, it will," Robin insists and gently lays a hand against her cheek, rubbing the skin there. "And besides, we have the perfect opportunity to learn together, what we like and dislike. Even if it isn't what it's made up to be at first, we will make it."
Regina nods and goes quiet for a heartbeat or two. "And what if I'm not-… I don't have a great body Robin. They always say so. My breasts are too small, my behind is too big. I don't have womanly curves. I still look like a child."
"Who says that?" Robin asks.
"My mother used to. And the handmaidens," Regina reports.
"Your handmaidens say that?" Robin asks with a flash of anger in his eyes. He clenches his fist. He would make them pay for saying such disrespectful things about their queen, for making her feel so terribly about herself! "I assure you that they'll be punished at once. We will get you a new set of handmaidens who will treat you respectfully."
Regina nods and stays quiet.
"And Regina?"
"Yes?"
"Their words mean nothing. They're just jealous, all of them. Including your mother. They can only dream of being as beautiful as you. In every way," he says. When Regina smiles up at him, Robin leans down and captures her lips with his.
Their kiss starts off soft and slow at first, a slow exploration of lips and tongues. It's not his first real kiss, for Robin may have saved himself for the marriage bed, but he did have his fair share of dalliances with young girls when he was a boy. But despite that, kissing a woman he is really into, maybe even beginning to love, makes it feel like his first kiss and it surely is the only one that counts. The kiss intensifies slowly, and each movement of their lips and tongues grow more and more passionate. Robin cards his fingers through Regina's hair and guides her closer to him.
Finally, they part for a breath of air and Robin finds that his trousers have grown much too small already. Regina pants for air as Robin moves her onto her back and climbs over top of her. He edges one knee between her legs and leans down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss once more. She winds her arms around his neck and her thighs hug his knee to her sex. Robin feels her gyrate her hips against his knee and knows she is feeling as turned on as he is.
He breaks from her lips and moves to her jaw and neck, kissing a slow trail down the column of her throat. His hands move along her sides as he slowly pulls her nightgown up. Her legs are exposed first and then her belly until the fabric is bunched up beneath her breasts.
Robin pulls back so that he can pull it off the rest of the way, but pauses and stares in awe when he realizes she has nothing on beneath her translucent gown. He hurries up and pulls it off the rest of the way, leaving her fully bared to him. His eyes take in her form. She's dainty and petite, but not girlish in figure, olive skin pulled tight over a slender legs, nicely curved ass, a lean, flat belly. Her breasts are small, but not too small, perky and round with dusky pink nipples standing erect and begging for attention. Robin looks up to find Regina looking a bit skittish, scared of what he thinks, but he gives her a smile to reassure her.
"You are simply stunning," he murmurs as he runs a hand along her stomach and up, up, up, until he cups a breast in one hand. His other hand follows until he's holding the other as well, her nipples pressing against the palms of his hands. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You are just perfect for me."
When she smiles and blushes at him, he bends his head down and skims his lips against her collarbones, over each swell of her breasts until they find one of her nipples. He latches his lips around it and teases it with his tongue. He swirls his tongue around her nipple and gives it a few slow laps before he sucks on it. As he nips, sucks, and laps at her nipple, his other hand plays with her other breast.
As Regina arches her back, Robin slides his free hand down between her legs. He gingerly runs two fingers between her folds, from the base to top of her sex. She's already very wet. He spreads her wetness onto his fingers and slowly begins rubbing her clitoris, knowing that it was where women were usually most sensitive. It seemed to be true, for Regina moans and bucks her hips against his hand.
Robin continues stimulating her clit. He rubs it in slow circles and his mouth works at her breast. Regina grips the bedsheets and moans once again, her legs squeezing Robin's waist as she tightens around his hand.
"Robin…" she groans as he picks up the pace. His thumb strokes her clit quickly and firmly and he switches to latch his lips around her other nipple. "Robin… I need you," Regina whines.
He smirks a little and pulls back to look at her, his thumb gliding over her clit again. She hisses in pleasure and squeezes her eyes shut tight.
"Do you think you're ready?" Robin asks.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Regina remarks.
Robin pulls his hand away with a nod. He thinks she's wet enough and if she feels she's ready for him now, he shouldn't waste another minute. The sooner they can get the painful part over with, the better. He sits up and removes his shirt and can't help but feel proud when Regina eyes his muscles and even reaches out to run a hand over his chest as he rids himself of his trousers and undergarments. But his real sense of pride kicks in when his erection springs free, standing fully to attention and Regina lets out a soft moan.
"I'm going to try to be as gentle as possible," Robin says as he moves to over over her again. "If it hurts tell me," he says.
He grabs ahold of his cock and gives it a few lazy pumps as he positions himself at Regina's entrance. Slowly, he pushes himself into her. She spreads wide and reluctantly welcomes him in. Robin can tell he's stretching her to her limits and the way her walls cling so tightly to his hard member is almost painful. Regina let's out a little whimper and bites her lip.
"It... It hurts," she murmurs and Robin slows down a little. He pushes himself in as far as he can go and takes a small break to let Regina adjust to his size.
"It'll be okay," he whispers as he leans in and kisses her lips gently. "Just take a few deep breaths. We'll get the pain out of the way, I promise."
He starts with slow, careful thrusts which isn't hard since mobility is a bit limited until she loosens up. He makes her focus on his kisses, which he keeps slow and passionate, something to keep her mind abuzz. Gradually, he feels her beginning to loosen but he keeps his same pace, not bothering to go any faster until she tells him to. He settles into an easy rhythm, something slow and passionate and not too deep. She begins to relax and reciprocates his kisses with much more enthusiasm now.
After a few moments of this, Regina's legs wrap around his waist and she moves her arms to grip his back. "Faster, Robin," she murmurs.
"You're sure?" he inquires with a raised brow. "Think you can handle it?" He must admit, he's ready for more himself.
Regina nods her head and leans up to capture his lips in a searing kiss. Robin groans against her mouth and begins to move his hips to a faster pace. He gradually builds, each stroke becoming quicker, faster, deeper. Regina's moans vibrate against his mouth and travel all the way down to his cock. She grips his back and digs her nails into his skin, red marks being left for the morning which Robin will gladly wear.
He detaches his lips from hers and kisses her neck again, sucking on her skin to leave hickeys. He plans to mark her as his tonight. His wife, his queen, his everything. Nobody else will take her. He leaves purple love bites all over her neck as he slams his cock into her. Regina's moans vibrate in her throat, filling Robin with a carnal, animalistic desire for her that he knows will never be quenched. The sounds coming from their tent must be able to be heard across the entire camp, moans and groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Robin feels his balls tighten and he bites down on Regina's shoulder. "I think I'm going to come," he says, pounding into her with all he's got, a thin sheen of sweat on his skin.
"Me too..." Regina whispers breathlessly as her hips gyrate to meet each of his fast-paced thrusts.
Within seconds, her walls are clenching around his cock as she comes, screaming his name for the whole camp to hear. That thought spurs Robin into action and he releases his seed inside of her.
When they've both come off their high, they stare at each other with wild eyes, totally out of breath. "That was amazing…" Regina murmurs.
Robin smirks and pulls out of her, his cum dripping down the insides of her thighs. "I agree," he says and smirks at her. "And we've got all the time in the world to do it again.
He moves to lay by her side and he pulls her into his arms. Her naked body presses against his and she buries her head in his neck, her lips pressing kisses to his shoulder. "Good," she murmurs, moving to look up at him. "Because I certainly want to try more."
Robin smiles and leans in to kiss her lips one last time for the night. "Goodnight, Regina. Get some rest and we'll do this again in the morning if you're up for it." He bumps his nose playfully against hers, falling more in love with her as she giggles and buries herself against his neck.
Within minutes, she's sound asleep, her chest rising and falling against his. Their legs are tangled beneath the sheets and every inch of their bodies are pressed up against one another. Robin runs his hand along her back, his fingers brushing over her soft, smooth skin. He's glad he waited, because his first time with his queen was the best experience he's ever had.
Robin soon joins her in sleep, knowing he will need his strength for the day to come especially if his new wife is as unable to keep her hands off of him as he is with her.
