The king's apartments, well their apartments were spacious and beautiful, a fact that Erna only noticed the next morning. She paid none of it any mind as they rushed on, intent to reach their bedchamber without another interruption.
As soon as the chamber door closed behind them she pulled him down into a kiss. After a few moments bent over, he lifted her up to meet him and effortlessly pinned her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist without another thought.
She heard him grumble something about that being better, but chose not to respond. There was a kind of reckless abandon taking over and she didn't want to stop kissing him unless absolutely necessary. They'd been so careful for months and now was the payoff.
Finally he pulled away, gasping as he met her golden eyes. "Tell me what you want, little one."
"You in me as soon as possible. I've waited long enough and right now I just need you to fuck me. Hard."
"No poetry and sweetness on our wedding night?" He arched an eyebrow at her and gave an amused smile.
"Time for that later. Now you need to fuck me against this wall and make me scream your damn name. I've been very good and patient and this is what I want."
"A woman after my own heart."
"Then why are you still talking?" She demanded, digging her fingers into his hair and pulling his mouth back to hers. He didn't reply.
Before she realized what had happened, their clothes were gone, nowhere to be seen. It was far more expedient than whatever she'd been planning, so she accepted the development without comment. Loki's magic was certainly convenient.
He still wasn't moving fast enough for her, so she whined and ground against his stomach. She saw he was already stiff, tip weeping moisture, so there was no need to prolong anything. "I'm ready, Loki, please!"
With a guttural rumble, he guided his cock so it was resting at her entrance. She tried to squirm closer, but he kept her immobilized as he sunk slowly into her. It might have been out of concern for her or it might have been a tease, but he took his time. Her head lolled back against the stone as she let out a cry of frustrated pleasure. If he didn't move soon it would kill her.
He only paused for a moment when fully seated inside her. He quickly studied her face for signs of discomfort and when he found nothing but naked desire, he began to move.
He snapped his hips back faster than she thought possible and was slamming back into her before she knew what was happening. All she could do was tighten her arms around his neck and hold on.
He set a punishing pace and it was exactly what she'd wanted. She could hear the wet squelching sound as he pounded in and out and knew she was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life. Nobody had even come yet, but she already felt the moisture dripping from her.
He took advantage of her position and ran his mouth along her neck and shoulder, finally latching onto her pulse point. He sucked what would be a sizable mark, never once faltering in his rhythm.
When he worked a hand between them to finger her clit, she came within seconds. Wave after wave of sensations overcame her as he continued moving in and out of her. With no conscious thought, she clamped her mouth over his shoulder and bit down as he coaxed every vestige of pleasure from her. As soon as her teeth made contact with his skin, she felt him reach his own climax.
He slowed, but made a half dozen more slow strokes before stilling completely. She clung to him as they waited for their breathing to slow. They were both sweaty messes, but she couldn't have picked a better way to start off the evening.
Finally, she felt him grasp her bottom and carry her over to the bed. They collapsed in a happy tangle of limbs, each smiling broadly.
"Did that meet your expectations, wife?" He still sounded breathless when he finally spoke.
"No, husband, it didn't." She let the statement hang for a beat before amending it. "It was so much better."
"Ah then we're of an accord. You managed to surprise me again though, little elf. I didn't expect such demands from you on our first true night together."
"We've had what basically amounted to elaborate foreplay for months, and you're surprised I didn't want to take it slow?" She laughed and rolled over onto her front. "I fear you've underestimated how very wanton I am."
"I won't make that mistake again." He leaned onto one elbow and trailed soft kisses down her neck and shoulder. "You're mine now, Erna," he murmured with unexpected emotion in his voice.
"I've been yours for a while now, Loki. Didn't you notice?"
"I was afraid it would all blow up somehow or that you'd..." He trailed off and when she turned to look, she saw pain on his face.
"Thought I'd what? Leave?"
"Yes. Part of me kept expecting you to reject me at every bump along the road."
"Can't get rid of me that easily." When her light tone didn't erase the pinched look, she pushed him into his back and straddled his waist. "Loki, you're quite thick sometimes. You think I don't recognize that we just fit together? I'm not here because you were a last resort. You were a choice I didn't realize I had, but I'm so grateful you found me."
She saw tears swim in his eyes as she bent down and kissed him softly. She echoed his words back at him. "You're mine now, Loki."
He just nodded silently as she laid down across him, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. She felt his arms go around her and squeeze her so tight she almost lost her breath.
It always surprised her how easy it had been to feel comfortable and safe wrapped in his arms. Even when they were still getting to know each other, she was able to find comfort in his physical presence. It just felt more acute now that they really knew one another.
Loki had become her family long before they'd ever said their vows. She just hadn't admitted it to herself it until now. And judging by the raw emotion she'd seen on his face, he felt the same way.
So she let him hold her, placing the occasional kiss to his neck or chest, anywhere she could reach really. The fire had almost burned completely down before she finally spoke. "I don't know how to deal with needing someone like I need you, Loki. There are times I've just been compelled to seek you out, like you're the only thing that can give me solace." It was something she'd been struggling with for weeks now and it felt good to admit it to him.
"When you figure it out, tell me." He smiled and then his expression turned grave. "I know I'm not always good at articulating my feelings, but surely you saw that I didn't visit you every night out of a sense of duty. I need you too, little one."
She buried her face in his neck again, more pleased than she would have admitted at his words. Something fierce and warm surged in her chest. "I've never felt like this before. I've always had to be so self-reliant."
"As have I."
"So I think I'm going to start telling you when I feel like that." She plucked up the courage and met his eyes again, wondering why she found some admissions so difficult. "Is that all right?"
"Of course it is. I'm trying to adjust to you, to this, to us. And I might not be good at it right away."
"You've done fine so far."
"You're my home now, Erna. I'll do everything in my power to keep you happy." And he meant it. Even if she couldn't have seen his face, she justknew his words were genuine.
She pulled up so she could look at him. "We'll be good to each other and take the rest as it comes. Okay?"
He held her face in his hands and drew her to him. Their kisses, while not as rushed and heated as before, deepened into something else. They were reassuring each other in a way they were familiar with. They knew how to give the other peace in a way that didn't involve words. The talk had been enlightening and positive, but this was what they did best.
She began to rut against him as she felt him stiffen beneath her. He moaned into her mouth as he slid back into her, never breaking their kiss.
Where it was frenzied and rushed before, now it was gentle and slow. They moved together, illustrating what she'd said before: they just fit together in a way neither had predicted. She felt the familiar tension build as he incrementally increased the pace, hands roving all over her back and sides as his hips moved beneath her.
They finally pulled their mouths apart when she arched up as her orgasm hit. He followed shortly after, hearing her call his name in ecstasy. Again, he held her in place as they waited for their skin to cool. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so content.
When she finally rolled off of him, they both winced at the severed contact. She felt around beside her until she found his hand and twined their fingers together. It would be so easy to drift off to sleep, but she didn't want to give up the night just yet. They'd only have one wedding night.
She absentmindedly went to brush a stray curl away from her face when her fingers brushed the cool metal of her crown. She'd forgotten about it. "I was wearing my crown this whole time? Why didn't you take it off?"
"It took a lot of work to be able to put that on you, so I'm reluctant to remove it just yet. That and I found it incredibly sexy to fuck you in it."
She hoped the blush that came across her face was either unnoticed or attributed to their recent round of sex. But now the thought of seducing him into sex with his crown in place gave her some interesting ideas. She gave it a few minute's silent contemplation before moving on.
"Husband?"
"Yes, my queen?"
"Would you care to join me in a bath?"
"I would be honored to wash the royal person. But keep in mind that I plan to be quite thorough if you choose to bestow that task upon me."
"I would expect nothing less!"
He left her to run the bath and she was more than happy to admire the lithe grace of her naked husband. It hadn't taken very much to begin thinking of him that way. Husband. As she'd said, he was hers and this was just an official extension of that.
When she tried to stand up on her own, he playfully scooped her up before her feet touched the ground. She squealed as he slung her over his shoulder, glad she'd removed her new crown minutes before or it would have clattered to the ground. "I'm fairly certain I have to carry you over every threshold tonight. I don't make the laws."
"Yes, you do," she exclaimed indignantly, although it was hard to affect the proper level of ire suspended upside down while stark naked.
He did do her the courtesy of putting her on her feet rather than depositing her directly into the enormous tub. It was probably large enough for five people, but they stayed close to each other as Loki proved true to his word. He was so intent on scrubbing her clean that he saw fit to make her come twice more with his dexterous fingers.
When the water turned cool and they retreated to the bed, but she didn't object when he insisted on carrying her again. In fact, she was starting to enjoy it. He stowed them beneath the thick blankets and they ended up facing one another, matching grins spread across their faces.
"We really did it," she breathed.
"I…" he stopped himself, coughing and briefly avoiding her eyes before continuing. "I am so very proud of you."
"Thank you, Loki."
But rather than sleep, they stayed up several more hours, discussing their plans for the immediate and long-term future. They had sex two more times, before they unwillingly surrendered to slumber. They left it unspoken between them, but both secretly feared that if they slept, they may wake up to find none of it had happened. As if to hold him in place, Erna clutched one of his hands to her breast as they drifted off. Strangely, he didn't mind, despite the mild discomfort.