A/N: So I've started writing for this fab Klaroline drabble request blog, klaroline69 on Tumblr and this is the product of my first effort. This is AU/AH and the prompt was: Klaus is a king and Caroline is his new wife. Wedding night smut please.
The first time Caroline heard Klaus speak, he was convincing a group of fellow twelve year olds to join him on a mission to creep into a neighbors' estate to steal apples from their trees. She had visited their family estate with her parents and governess for a social event, and as she watched him she was entranced by his passion, his influence, the power that he alluded. Even at eight years old she could recognize greatness, someone who would inspire nations, and she felt butterflies in her stomach for the first time when he smiled at her and asked if she would like to join them.
He was twenty-three when he knew for certain that he wanted the crown and he would do everything in his power to possess it. An impulsive man, a ruthless fighter, but a charming orator, Klaus had obtained a group of loyal followers that were inspired by his cause and keen to usurp the throne from the current tyrant. Along with his brother Elijah, who handled the strategic aspects of their upcoming rebellion, Klaus put the plans in motion to return his family's name to its former glory, to free his county from an incompetent ruler and to take up the role he was born to do.
At eighteen, her parents decided to marry her off to the first wealthy man to show an interest in her. Richard Lockwood was over twenty years her senior, widowed, a member of the King's court and benefited from the lavish lifestyle that the current monarch entertained. Richard Lockwood desired a woman by his side, to take care of his needs – not a companion and an equal – Caroline was beautiful and obliging and shortly after meeting her he made plans to marry.
He made it known that her place was to serve him, he laughed at her attempts at small talk, he touched her inappropriately in public. She hated every minute that she spent in his company but she knew that the duty of a daughter was to uphold the wishes of her parents, even if it meant marrying someone who disgusted her. On the day of her wedding, her veil not only masked her face, but the tears that were pouring down.
Stage two of Elijah's plan required Elijah and Klaus, as first cousins of the current King, to be hosted as guests of the court. As Klaus looked out of the window of the room that he would stay in until the King was dead and he could take residence in the main quarters of the palace, he smiled to himself. Their plan was in motion, they had no hiccups of yet and soon the throne would be his.
He glanced over at the opposite window and saw one of the most magnificent sights he had ever beheld: a beautiful woman with long blonde locks climbing out of a bath. She was completely naked and Klaus could not help but to stare at her form that seemed to be sculpted to perfection. Her smooth white skin, her plump breasts, her long legs, her rounded bottom, everything about her seemed ripe for the taking. Her face looked oddly familiar but he could not place where he had seen her before, just that she had awakened a form of desire within him, which was usually reserved for power and blood.
The first time she spent time alone with Lord Niklaus, her husband was away doing business with France. They had simply taken a walk around the grounds and rekindled an old friendship but in that short time the handsome and dynamic young man had crept into her heart as he told her about how great a nation England could become. When he looked at her, his eyes shone and he gave her the most intimate smiles that made every inch of her shiver.
Each time her husband would go away, he would spend time with her; making an effort to learn more about her: her thoughts, her opinions, her desires. In each one of these meetings his displays of affections become more overt – a brush of a forearm became a discreet grab of a palm, which turned into a kiss on her hand. Each time she saw him her smile widened until she started counting down the days until her husband would leave again and she would be able to see Lord Niklaus. After every meeting he would leave her with a drawing, a memento of their short moments together.
Eight months after Lord Niklaus arrived at court, Caroline was summoned home to visit her parents – without her husband. It was a rare turn of events as since her marriage she had hardly seen her family but she had assumed it was an emergency and that was the reason she was summoned. A few days after she had appeared at her parents' estate, news broke that there had been a coup at the palace and everyone at court, including her husband was killed in the rebellion and Lord Niklaus had been named the new ruler of England.
After the coronation, Lady Caroline was summoned back to the palace, even though there was no queen to wait on. King Niklaus wasted no time in trying to woo her but his actions had marred him in her eyes. He longed for the warmth she displayed in days gone by, instead of the fear that she had when she reminded herself of the atrocities he committed to sit on the seat that he now possessed.
But the attraction to him proved too great for her to resist for too long. Through everything that had happened, through all the pain he caused, she had fallen in love with him before she had realized it, and it was not just the twelve-year old boy who had included her in a game, or the young man who drew her so beautifully, it was the dark man who craved power any yet, loved her through his darkness that she was drawn to.
On her second wedding day, the tears followed again, but this time it was not because she feared her future it was because she was happy that the man that awaited her at end of the aisle was someone she wanted to be joined to, someone she loved more than she could ever fathom, someone she longed to spend the rest of her life with. When she caught a glimpse of his face when he watched her walk towards him, her heart swelled with emotion that someone could look at her like she was their world – not just a space a fill, a duty to uphold.
Klaus picked at the sleeve of his shirt as he made his way to his Caroline's bedchamber where her ladies-in-waiting were getting her ready for her wedding night. Through all their interactions and flirtations, Klaus had honored Caroline's position as a married woman and then as an unwed one, and this night would be their first together.
As the ladies scattered out, Klaus entered to find his bride sitting beside her vanity waiting for him. She wore a white linen chemise and her long blonde hair was flowing down her back. To an experienced eye, she looked modest and innocent, but Klaus saw a woman who resembled an angel, who was too perfect for him to ever possess but by some luck of fate, had chosen to love him. He needed no preamble as he rushed to her, cupping her face as her kissed her passionately, his heart swelling at the fact that he was finally getting what he wished for so long, for Caroline to be truly his.
Caroline placed her arms around his neck, her hands getting lost in his curls, as she pulled him closer to her. She opened her mouth to grant his tongue access, as it began to match hers with passion and desire and his hands started to wander down her body over her chemise, almost as if he was feeling every part of her to commit it to memory. The pleasure of having his hands on her was slighted dimmed by the fabric in between their bodies. She moved her hands to his shoulders as she pulled back from the kiss, he looked at her questionably but she gave him a reassuring smile, pulling her chemise up and over her head and his eyes widened in mild surprise. He was now face to face with the very naked body that had caught his eye the first day at the palace and continued to haunt his dreams thereafter.
She sauntered towards him with a newfound confidence urged on by the lustful way he was staring at her. Her hands made their way to the buttons of his shirt and he placed his hands on her hips. With each button that she unbuttoned, a new part of his chest was exposed to her; she gave him a mischievous yet shy smile before she placed an openmouthed kiss to each new part of his beautifully sculpted chest. Her ministrations were making him more than ready to be inside of her, his hard length pushing uncomfortably on the seams of his breeches as he moved his hands to unleash his manhood, suddenly becoming impatient with her slow pace. He pulled her face back up so that their lips could be rejoined and he could continue to ravish her mouth. As their bodies were flush against each other again, he took the opportunity to lead her to the bed and for him to step out of his breeches.
Klaus picked her up swiftly and laid her down on the bed. She smiled at him as he climbed on top of her, kissing her slowly and sensually as she arched her back to grind her body closer to him, their kisses becoming more feverish and passionate. Klaus moved his lips to her chin, down to her neck as his hands once again explored her glorious curves, now with nothing between them except the heat that was radiating off of her in waves. He cupped one of her breasts and massaged it softly as his mouth trailed down to embrace the other one, his tongue making circles around her nipples before he took it in his mouth and sucked hungrily, and she cried out in pleasure, overcome with emotion at the way he was worshiping her body.
His mouth moved from her perfect mounds to trace a path down her stomach to her hot, wet core. She gasped as he kissed her thighs and then slowly dipped his tongue inside of her. She had never experienced such ecstasy before. In her previous marriage, intercourse was limited to her husband taking what he wanted and not being bothered to pleasure her in return. But Klaus was taking his time to learn what she enjoyed, what made her squirm. When Klaus' tongue reached her sweet spot, she thought she might pass out from pure pleasure. All coherent thoughts were swept from her mind, as her body constricted and she experienced her first orgasm. Klaus looked up at her, proud that he alone could cause her to become so undone, that the satisfied on her face was because of his actions.
Caroline opened her eyes and looked down her husband who was once again staring at her with that look of adoration and reverence and she whispered, "Niklaus, I need you to make me yours." Klaus needed no further prompt as he climbed above her once again, their bodies leveled. He kissed her once again before easing himself into her. She moaned out loud, when he thrust inside of her, creating a firm rhythm, his length seeming just right inside of her, their bodies moving as if they were created to be one. He grunted loudly as her walls constricted around him once again and she reached the peak of her pleasure, screaming his name as if it was a declaration. He followed soon after, empting his seed inside of her. As both came down from their highs, he lowered himself to lie down next to her, placing his hand on her cheek and guiding her face to look at his, his eyes saying everything his mouth could not – that he loved her, that he needed her, and that she would always be his queen.
A/N: I apologise if anyone spotted any historical inaccuracies, I tried to do as much research as I could. But thanks for reading. Please review! Should I stay clear of historical writing? Wedding smut? Royal writing? Were you like 'WTF'?
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