A/N:
Part 2 of The Life of A Vampire & Witch in the Woods
[ M ] sexual stuff
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The Life of A Vampire & A Witch in the Palace
Raven hadn't seen her husband for exactly two days but she always wore the very best as if she was dressed to take his breath away. She was adorned in gold and jewels from her ears to her ankles. And her dresses had so much cloth and train that it was quite heavy. And it was clear that it was of the finest quality garment with intricate embroidery and threads of gold.
Damian was indeed true to his words. He put her in the finest of silks. But it didn't change the fact that she hadn't seen him in days.
However, during most of the day she doesn't realize just how much she missed him or the fact that she hasn't seen him, as she was too busy learning how to be a proper princess consort to long for her husband.
Right now, she was made to sit by a table as she was being told how to have sex with the prince. The tutor understood that the young royal couple had been together for three years and sex was likely something they had been doing for those three years, however, this was part of the education as a princess consort. Thus, even if it was for formalities, it was necessary to have Raven be taught of the protocols.
In this class, she also found out that it was in her husband's culture to have multiple wives.
Initially, the consort's face was red as the topic was introduced and was now pale as she studied the pictures in the book.
"As seen in the illustration, the prince should not be kneeling before his consort or concubine and should not be servicing his partner in any way. The lady must lay on her back and receive the prince's undivided attention. She must keep her hands to herself and not act arbitrarily and think of herself as someone the prince is intimately attached to–"
The words faded into the background as Raven's mind wandered to a memory.
It was a few days after their marriage in the river and Damian had propped his wife on their dining table that lovely evening. Raven's desire for her husband had long been stirred by the very man in front of her due to him kissing and groping her endlessly for the past few days.
Currently, he stood before her, between her spread legs as they gazed upon each other's eyes in a rather intimate manner. She knew how this evening would end. It seemed that he was finding ways to have her in every way possible and he was not shy about teaching her the ropes of a good relationship between husband and wife, particularly a naked husband and wife's relationship and how it was not limited to the bed.
Raven and Damian's panting was the only sound that echoed in their small little cabin.
And then her husband grabbed her skirt and flipped it onto her waist, his hands stroked her soft and tender thighs.
"What will you do now?" She couldn't help but ask, as last night was their first night together and he had taken her onto the bed gently. He also promised her after that he would show her the joys of intercourse, which was probably why she was on the table.
"I will make you scream even more than last night." He whispered against her ear and she couldn't help but gulp at his promise.
"Then we should get to the bedroom." She answered back and attempted to jump off the table, however her husband's hands kept her in place. She looked confusedly at him.
"No, we will be staying right here." He smiled at her and her brows drew closer to one another.
"What? I do not understand. Man and woman should only be doing such intimate acts on a bed." She placed her hands on his shoulders to try and push him a little to let her pass.
He did not budge and merely shook his head, "No, my dear wife, there is more to love making than that."
"Love- love making?" She croaked, her cheeks turning flush with the color red.
He smiled alluringly at her, "Yes."
"You mean we do this out of pleasure and are not making a child?" She asked him.
And Damian pulled away to study her for a moment and then cupped her face, "We are in the early stage of our marriage. I think it is still too soon to think about children, do you not agree? That is why I pulled out last night."
It was clear that Raven was confused, "Pulled out?"
"Let's discuss that later." He kissed her forehead, "You should start taking the contraceptive potions that you have been selling– for yourself now."
"Alright." She agreed, she had been making and selling contraceptive potions and prescribing them as said in the notes that were handed down to her, but to be honest, she didn't know much about the act of intercourse at all.
Her mother had told her that she would know when the man would want to have a child with her. She would be on her back and he would be relentless. And her husband was just that last night. Relentless. He had also made her legs shake uncontrollably when he stilled but her eyes were shut as her mind went blank.
That must have been what her mother meant, was it not?
Raven was not interested much about sex and thus never really found a need to read or study about it. Her mother too was too preoccupied with teaching Raven survival skills than such a thing. And for the most part, the two lived together in a house alone. So, such intimacy was quite foreign to her, especially that of a man and woman.
She had recalled that her mother told her that if a man sees her naked it must only be when the two loved one another and if there was no such love Raven should not so easily show even just the skin of her upper breasts to just anyone.
This was probably why getting close to Damian, even when they were Destined, was a hard feat.
"Do not worry about it, beloved, your husband will teach you all about this." His lips then found his way to her neck and licked her sensitive skin and passionately made out with her neck. All she could do was moan.
The next thing she knew, he was going down between her legs.
She awoke from her stupor, "Wha-what are you doing?" She asked, her mother said she would be laying on her back so what was her husband doing there? This must be taboo.
"Relax," He coaxed her as he caressed her inner thigh, "You will like this a lot." He smiled charmingly and the next thing she knew she gasped as his mouth made contact with her womanhood.
No one told her about this. This cannot be right. But as her husband did magic between her legs and slipped his fingers inside her sacred hole–
Raven screamed and her legs shook again as she squeezed her eyes shut, tears falling. She panted and she felt her husband's arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her up. She moaned and locked her legs around his hips as well as her arms around his shoulders.
She buried her face on the nook of his shoulders as her hips grinded on him as the contractions continued.
Damian carried her to their bedroom as he soothed her back with his hand and carefully sat on the bed, making Raven sit on his lap.
He gazed upon her as she struggled to focus on his face, "Let's get this off of you." He said with a gentle smile and she nodded. He then removed her dress, undoing the laces of her corset first. Until finally, she was bare before him.
"Let's do something different." He smiled at her and she blinked the haze from her climax away. Not that she knew that she hit her climax at that time.
"Like what?" She asked him, her hands now on his shoulders.
He smiled at her and it was such a beautiful smile, "You ride me."
That evening she was introduced to being on top while he laid and watched her. It was clear that he was entrapped by her and she knew how this was so different from what her mother told her about. Although, intercourse was a topic that was never delved into greater detail.
Seeing her husband look at her the way he did that night brought a different kind of thrill inside of her. Even that was new to her.
"Only a whore would take pleasure in such an act." Raven glanced up at the elderly woman who was educating her. "The prince is well, of a higher status, if he so wishes to take company with such vulgar women he may do so at a brothel. But you are not a vulgar woman. You will be the mother of the prince's child, and thus, child making is a duty and not of pleasure."
Raven nodded with flickering lids. She had things she wanted to discuss with her husband particularly about this, however, she had not seen him in so long. When she flipped the page, she was startled to see the illustrations of the positions that were not allowed for her to partake. And in all honesty, Damian and her had done all of these.
One of the illustrations was of the woman being taken from the back on all fours.
She wondered if he learned such things from women in brothels. The unpleasant thought was cut short as another memory came to mind.
She laid on his chest and her fingers played with his firm pecs, "Why do you know how to…uhm…" Her face was red, even though the couple had just finished one heated night together and were naked as they cuddled underneath thin white sheets on their shared bed. It was still something she was embarrassed to say aloud. Sex was a foreign word for her.
He chuckled," Sex?" Then kissed the top of her head, "I read it in a book."
Raven lifted her head up from his chest and stared at him as if she was studying if he was lying to her.
"You read the oddest thing." She answered back quietly and he smiled.
"I knew I was going to get married. I wanted to be prepared for my wife." He spoke and yet it was quite sultry. She felt her face redden again at his words. She then wondered if he perhaps had many encounters with women and if he would continue such activities.
But a familiar hand grabbed her ass and she gasped. How could she think that he would find another woman when his desire for her could not be contained.
"Tell me wife, am I doing a good job?" He asked, a finger stroking her wet slit. As if she was hypnotized she nodded her head.
"Your highness, that is all about this topic." The older woman said and Raven nodded. "Let us get to teaching you how to act when approached by the prince and his family. Afterwards we will work on how you are to act among other people of lesser stature as yours."
On the fifth day, her teacher was quite impressed at how quickly Raven picked up on how to act, look and feel regal. It was like she was born with the elegance of royalty. And she was allowed to take a break from the crash courses she had been doing.
She had not seen her husband in five days, not even his shadow. She had also been sleeping alone in a bedroom that was assigned to her. She wondered when she got back into her private chambers where her husband was sleeping. But as the teacher had told her once, where her husband chooses to sleep was none of her business.
Currently, she was arranging her chambers and was instructing some servants where to place a wooden chest that was adorned in gold. Her bedroom was white, red and gold. It was so much bigger than their entire wooden cabin in the woods and so much more extravagant.
Raven wore a green dress with golden embroidery and threads. Her wrist and neck were adored in gold. Her back was turned to the thick double wooden doors of her bedroom.
Just when she had lifted her slender wrist, those thick doors suddenly opened with a bang and Raven was startled, fear in her eyes as she turned around.
Time slowed down as the man before her approached in an angry manner, he too wore the same shade she was wearing on her. With the same golden threads. In fact, their clothes were cut from the same cloth.
It was her husband, whom she had not seen for days. She was surprised to see that they wore matching attires. And she wanted to rush to him because she missed him so much. But in the few days that they were apart she was taught how to properly greet him.
She turned fully to him and gave a courtesy, a hand on top the other as her elbows and the tip of her fingers were in a straight line and her head bowed with eyes closed, "Greetings, your highness." And she remained bowing.
But the stomping continued in the eerily quiet room.
Raven felt Damian stop before her, "What did you call me?" The anger thick in his voice. She had never heard him this angry but she swallowed her fear and repeated.
"Your highness." She lowered her knees in the form of a greeting.
The next thing she knew she was pulled roughly forward and she quickly put her hands forward to find something to balance herself. Her hands rested against his firm chest. Their eyes locked at one another.
He was angry and she was terrified.
"How do you address me?" He asked, his eyes locked at her lips.
"Your high–" His lips crashed into hers before she could finish and sucked hard on her lower lip as he tugged at it as he pulled away.
"Damian!" She pushed him with one hand and scolded him.
"That's right." He smiled and she glared at him.
She realized that they were not alone. Her eyes widened and her face paled, "I- I apologize–"
"Don't upset me even more Raven." He told her and she stiffened in his hold. He was never this angry at her. But she recalled what the tutor told her, to call him by his name or anything other than his title is–
Damian's lips found her neck and her train of thought was cut off. One of his hands firmly pressed her body against his and the other was wandering her figure. She knew him and his ministrations on her will only increase.
"I have not slept properly for days." He whispered into her ear, then the tip of his tongue caressed her earlobe. "You must understand how angry I grew when I found out my wife was not sleeping in my bed."
Damian pulled his face away and studied the room, "Do you have anything you love in this room?"
Raven shook her head and she heard him say, "Good, pack the lady's things and have them moved to my chambers."
"What? No." She quietly opposed it but then the cold glance from her husband made her suck her lips nervously.
"You and I have slept in one bed for three years. Are you telling me we will stop that now just because we live in a palace?" Again he spoke with so much venom in his voice that it just left Raven frightened by her husband's temper.
He was never like this.
He sighed and caressed her face, his face growing gentle, "I am sorry beloved. I have not slept properly in days." He embraced her and buried his face on her shoulder, "I was so excited to finally see you and sleep with you in my arms." He pulled away to look at her, the anger in his eyes was now replaced with sheer sadness, "You must know how disappointed I was to see you not there."
Raven pressed her lips and fought the urge to tell him that it was mid afternoon, why would she be in bed at this hour?
She felt his pouting lips against her skin, "Please, I really want to take a rest in your arms…"
Raven sighed and looked up at her gorgeous ceiling. This room was unfamiliar to her, she had no attachments to this space. In fact, the whole palace was unfamiliar to her. But her husband and his arms were home.
"But the rules…" She couldn't help but remind him and he pulled away.
He stared at her seriously, "We have shared a bed for three years. I think we are not bound by such rules at this point. I cannot live with only seeing you a few times in a month in the shared bedroom and then sleep in separate beds during the remaining days of the month. That is absolutely not happening."
That was the rule. Her bedroom and the prince were very far from one another and the shared bedroom was in between. It was the bedroom where heirs were surely produced.
She noted how her husband's under eyes were darker than she recalled. "Alright." She relented even through the knowledge that she was not supposed to share a bedroom with Damian.
He smiled at her and for a moment it looked like her agreement had given him some form of rest. Then his face became cold again. "Pack everything and have the things moved by the day after tomorrow." He commanded the servants that were already in the bedroom with his wife when he entered.
"Your highness, I must say, I do not think all your clothes and her highness' will fit in your chambers." A servant pointed out.
And Damian's annoyance grew, "Then fucking destroy the wall beside my bedroom and have that as the lady's closet! Do I have to think of solutions myself!"
Raven tugged at Damian's wrist with a frown and he glanced at her then massaged his forehead.
He sighed, "I'm sorry," He caressed the back of her hand with his thumb and sighed again. "Just transfer all the lady's things to the next room. I will see to the destruction of the wall as soon as I can."
He turned to Raven and looked at her pleadingly, "Please, let us go, my head is starting to ache again."
"Alright," She turned to the servants briefly.
Her hand was firmly gripped by her husband as she was pulled out of the bedroom before she could say anything else. She glanced at the unfamiliar space that she tried her best to get used to these past few days but it was just too stuffy despite its large size.
She allowed her husband to guide her through the halls, his strides long, rushed and firm. She almost struggled to catch up but it was clear that Damian was making it easier for her to follow him. He was simply holding back.
They got to his wing of his palace and there were some guards, "Do not let anyone disturb me." He told the guards as he continued to his bedroom door. It had double doors too and was made of thick wood with an intricate design too. And a pattern that signified his status in the family.
"Yes, your highness." The guards said in unison.
Once Damian reached the twin doors he easily pushed it open with his free palm.
The next thing Raven knew, they entered the bedchambers and her back was pressed against the closed doors and Damian's forehead leaned on her shoulder. His entire weight was on her and she couldn't help but slide down to the floor. He was quite bigger than her and thus heavier.
"I'm so tired." He mumbled and wrapped his arms around her. And she caressed his back gently with her palm.
Her eyes studied the room they were in. She had thought her bedroom was big, but Damian's was even bigger. It was filled with the colors white and a deep green with splashes of gold and then black here and there.
"I'm so tired…" He said again, but then his hands started roaming her body.
"Then what are you doing!" She tried to push him away and she felt her breasts loosened from its bounds. Her eyes were wide as he pulled his head away to look at her with big eyes and a pout.
"I miss you. Don't you miss me?" He asked.
"Of course, I miss you." She gave him some affirmation.
"Can I have a kiss?" He begged. They were somehow on the floor now and he was slouched over her body.
Raven closed her eyes and cupped his face and gave him a quick peck on the lips, "There."
"One more?" He begged, his lips brushing hers and she complied with his request. "One more" He added after and she kissed him again.
"And then one more." He mumbled, this time leaning deep into her and kissing her senseless and then her husband's pout turned into a sly smile on his lips as he explored her mouth.
"I thought you said you were tired." She mumbled between his kisses.
"Of course never too tired to do this." He said and she just realized that her legs were spread before him and he had flipped the hem of her skirt. Her legs were now bare before him.
"You cheat." She uttered and he smiled and leaned to kiss her passionately again.
"But I missed you so much." He said just as a hand slipped between her legs. "I surely did."
She moaned and his ministrations just continued until she was naked.
"The guards will hear us." She mumbled her fingers covering her lips. Her back resting firmly against the door of her husband's bedchambers.
"They will if you decide to be louder." He nibbled on her lower lip. "But it is alright, the doors are thick, if you want them to hear us, you will have to be really loud." His lips found her ear and tugged on it too.
She gasped when she felt his fingers teased the entrance of her vagina. It's been so long and she has craved for her husband's touch.
"I missed you." She whimpered as her body adjusted to show that she wanted him too. And for a moment his lustful gaze softened.
"I missed you too, so much." He whispered and through his eyes Raven could tell that he did.
The two then shared a heated afternoon in each other's company.
The next day, Raven was in bed and tangled in Damian's green sheets and he smiled. This was how he wanted his bed to look when he came back. He never thought he would have a woman in his childhood bedroom. He knew the rules, but anything other than this was not satisfactory.
They had shared the same bed for years. He cannot have anything less.
He caressed his wife's face and she sighed in her sleep. He got up and put on a robe and undid his bed curtains to hide his sleeping wife's form from the view of others. He walked silently to the door and whispered to the guards to bring him brunch fit for two as it was almost noon.
He waited for the food by the door, with it ajar so that there would be no knocking that might wake his spouse. When the food arrived he grabbed the tray and dismissed the servant holding the tray who was supposed to bring it inside himself.
"If mother looks for me, tell her I am sick." Damian told the guards and the servants, who bowed as they responded a soft yes.
He locked his door and walked to the bed, placing the food on the table beside his bed and slipped beside his wife. His fingers caressing her chin, stirring her awake.
She smiled in a daze, "Good morning…"
He smiled back, not telling her that it was almost noon, "You must be hungry, come, sit up and let me feed you."
She did what was told and propped herself up on the headboard, gripping the sheets to her chest just like she would when they were in the cabin and they decided to stay in longer and eat in the bed.
The two ate their brunch with Damian insisting on feeding her like he always does. When the couple was done eating, he also made sure they burned the meal that they had just had by exercising on his bed– well, their bed.
The day passed by just like that.
On the second day, after Damian finished inside her and she was panting, she realized that they had locked themselves inside the room for two days already.
"Don't you have duties?" She tried to pull away from under his hold but he leaned his face down onto her collarbone, trapping her between him and the bed.
"My duty now is to my wife." He simply replied and she stared at the top of the canopy of their bed.
"What will your mother say?" She tried not to get distracted by the way his mouth caressed her collarbone.
"They have worked me hard for days. I deserve a vacation." He groaned and pulled away from her. He cupped her face and studied her expression. "Don't you agree?"
"And when will I get a vacation from your probing?" She asked back in a teasing manner.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, "Never. You will be the only woman for me."
She sighed not in defeat but due to being content. She believed him and his words. And then she frowned, not that he could see. Just because he wants it to be so, doesn't mean that it would be. He was a prince and from what she was told of his family's history, having a harem was a norm.
Maybe one day she will not be the only one warming his bed.
Damain's thumb touched her lower lip with a firmness that brought her back to the present, "How do you address me?" He asked in a commanding tone and she honestly felt horny with how he talked to her. He leaned his face back onto her face, his lips just hovering a few millimeters away from hers, "Raven?"
"Damian, my husband, my beloved, my love." She whispered and saw how his eyes crinkled in joy with each way she called him.
"Hmm…" He captured her lips with his and she felt his hard dick slip into her soaked vagina, his hips carefully grinding against hers. And her chest rose as his actions aroused her again. "That's right, that is how you have always called me." He sucked the skin on her neck. "Don't ever call me anything else."
Eventually their little honeymoon came to a stop and Damian was whisked away with duties and Raven with her studies to be a fit partner for the prince. Damian could not help but notice how his wife grew quieter as the days progressed.
The royal couple were on their bed resting after a long day of their duties once they were done changing into their sleepwear. Damian woke and looked at his sleeping wife. He then caressed his wife's face and she opened her tired eyes to smile at him.
"I know you hate it here." He said and she looked at him quietly with a neutral expression. "But you said as long as we are together we can make any place home."
Raven smiled at his words and she reached out to caress his cheek too, "As long as there is you and me, that's all that matters." She said the words they would tell one another when this topic came around when they still lived in the woods.
He smiled back at her, "I know you love our time in the forest. I do too, it's my favorite place." He noticed how his wife's eyes twinkled at his words. "After all, it is where I met you. But I hope we can try and make this place home…"
He looked so unsure. This prince who has so much power and luxury.
Raven shuffled on the bed and both her hands were on his jaw as she placed a kiss on his lips. "We can make a home anywhere with just you and me." Her smile was bright as she laid atop her husband whose hands found her waist.
"I can't wait to build a home here with you, my beloved wife." He replied with the corner of his eyes crinkling.
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It was another day in a terribly big palace that Raven was still trying to get used to. She was walking through the palace halls trying to get used to the paths and the weight of the palace garments, if she was being honest.
She was walking through a marble hall with big pillars that was surrounded by a garden on either side. She spotted the end of the hall where two guards were beside an archway.
Raven still wasn't confident with the layout of the big palace and attempted to enter but was startled when the two guards crossed their spears before the archway entrance.
"Apologies, your highness, but you are not allowed here." One of the guards said and for a moment she looked confused and then recalled something her tutor said.
"The Nasturtium Palace is only for the ministers, advisors, the prince, the queen and former king. Anyone that helps with the handling of the kingdom and its people. Concubines or lovers have no place in that palace." The feminine voice almost sounded caring, though the message seemed rather cruel.
"Oh, I understand, my apologies." She smiled faintly and turned around. Now she knew where the off-limits palace was located.
"Raven?" A voice called for her and she froze. Of course, she'd recognize that voice.She turned around to where the guard's were and there he was, her handsome husband. Wearing garments that matched hers.
But the rules and instructions that she was told were swimming in her mind.
He smiled and approached her. "I thought I saw you."
"Your highness." She bowed and as the words left her mouth she felt his anger from where she was, especially with how he stopped walking.
"Husband." She corrected but remained bowing and the next thing she knew her face was cupped by a familiar hand and she was now looking up at familiar eyes. Her husband's other hand slipped behind her back and she was pulled towards him. She stumbled forward.
They stood chest to chest.
"That's right." He whispered to her, his lips only a few inches away from her. "Never bow to me."
"But the rules–"
"I know what the rules say." He cut her off, his eyes studying her lips. "I will deal with the repercussions, but you, my beloved, should never bow to me."
Raven clearly hesitated, her eyes watching his expression, "Beloved," She whispered and he smiled, clearly grateful she called him that and not his title. She sighed, "Alright. Her gaze casted down to look at his collar.
He pressed his lips on her forehead, "Never ever bow to me."
Damian held her in his embrace for a good few minutes and she hugged him back.
Eventually, he pulled away and looked down at her gently, "Where were you headed, beloved?"
He watched as his beloved stiffened and her eyes dodged his gaze and for a moment looked at the side of him. He came to understand the situation really quickly.
"Did they not let you in?" The anger was clear in his voice.
Raven frowned and gulped and then shook her head, "I– I didn't know it was the Nasturtium Palace–"
Damian's anger was now clear on his face and she stopped, honestly afraid. He grabbed her by the hand as he marched to the guards.
"Damian!" She called out and she noticed the shock on the guards' face. How dare she, to address the prince by his name.
"You did not allow the princess through?" His tone was the most unfriendly she had ever heard him speak with.
"Your highness, the rules say–"
"I know what the fucking rules say!" He barked and he felt his wife's hand flinched in his hand. He inhaled deeply and with cold eyes added as he pulled his wife to his side. "You see the princess, you see me."
The two guards looked unsure.
"When you see the princess. You see me. Will you deny me entry?" He asked, the anger was thick in his voice.
"No, your highness." They chorused.
"Then will you deny the princess entry?" Damian asked, his chin raised, taunting them.
"No, your highness." The two bowed.
"Raven, let's go in." Damian gently spoke as he turned to her. She looked hesitant. "The garden here is even better, I wanted to show it to you myself when we got the time."
Violet eyes studied the guards who remained bowing, "I–"
"Raven, you are my wife. Whatever privilege I have, you have too." He looked at her earnestly and stared firmly at the guards.
It was another firm warning to the guards.
"Make sure everyone knows. When they see my wife, they see me. I expect the utmost respect you have for me when you see her." He told the guards.
"As you command, your highness." The two chorused again.
Damian nodded and urged Raven to enter the archway.
She sighed, "Alright, beloved."
He smiled at her and took a step forward making sure she was walking right beside him with their hands intertwined. They walked for a few minutes and Damian stopped, making her stop too.
"There are some herbs here that I think you would like a lot." He shyly said and she looked at him with a soft smile on her lips.
"Oh?" She gazed up at him.
"Yes and I think there are some flowers and trees that you will like here too." He looked excited and looked as if he was waiting to be praised for a good deed. "Don't feel bad about the guards. I planned to bring you here sooner or later, that argument was inevitable. I will always share what I have with you."
"Just like we always have in the forest." She added and he smiled nodding.
She recalled how he willingly offered his expensive clothes to her back then. Her husband was… enchanting.
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Meanwhile in a different palace was a woman in the garden, seated at a marble table sipping her cup of tea. Her eyes were the same shade as Raven's husband– Damian. This was the woman who had fetched her own son from the forest.
Damian's mother, the reigning queen.
Talia al Ghul.
She was dressed in a dark green dress yet again, which was decorated with gold threads and embroidery. As she put the tea cup away from her lips, her long black lashes fluttered as she sighed in appreciation of her tea.
"Eventually, Raven will figure out that her husband has quite the temper." She took another sip from her tea, "Better now then later. Though, I suppose it does not matter as they are already married. Even so, she has to know how temperamental her husband actually is– and stubborn while we are at it."
The person before her chuckled.
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Back in the garden, Damian tugged at his wife's hand. "There is a spot here that I wished to show you."
She quietly followed his lead, the confusion clear on her face.
Damian brought her to a corner with a big boulder and she grew even more confused.
"What–" She began to ask only to be stopped because her husband suddenly pinned her to the boulder.
"This place is rather remote. Hidden." He whispered and she gulped.
"What–" She stopped again when she felt her husband's lips kiss her neck. "This is what you wanted to show me?" Her shaky hands tried to push him away to no avail. And yet her neck tilted to one side to give him further access to her neck.
"But I've missed you." He groaned, his voice deep and thick with desire. She has heard that before.
Even when they lived in the forest he'd get like this on their treks to the river or while looking for herbs. He was insatiable.
"Damian." She called for him and he pulled away to glance at her delicate face.
Of course there were times where she was chasing after him. Enticing him on purpose. But clearly, today was not the day that she was.
He smiled, "I love it when you call me by my name or beloved– anything but your highness." He told her.
Her face flushed, "I get it."
He did not want her to ever call him that. Your highness. Even though she should.
The next thing she knew he had her skirt pulled up to her waist while his arm hooked one of her legs. He was entering her with passion and she had to cover her lips with shaky fingers. A moan escaped from her pressed lips.
He panted as he pressed his lips against her ear. "If you get any louder someone might hear."
She pouted and dug her nails on his shoulder. He chuckled at her silent warning that it was his fault.
"I'm close, don't worry." He mumbled and she groaned.
They were both sweating and fully clothed, doing something like this in broad daylight.
She couldn't help it when her body reacted at the thought.
Damian hissed into her shoulder, "You're clenching me." He groaned, rubbing his head on the nook between her shoulder and neck.
He could hear her ragged breath and he worried if others would hear her seductive singing. He really should have controlled himself. He pressed himself onto her body eliciting a yelp from his partner.
"Shh… Shh…" He said, gently taking her hand that was covering her lips away from her. He captured her lips as he finished the final leg of his pent up lust for her.
The two stilled as she moaned into his mouth.
The two were panting and waited for a few minutes to revel in their collective satisfaction. It was still bright out.
Damian was first to pull away as he wiped the sweat off his wife's face. Her cheeks were flushed. Her legs were shaking but he made himself busy by fixing her attire. Once that was done he fixed his own clothing.
And it appeared as though the two had not been doing what they were doing by how smooth their clothes laid against their bodies.
"One great thing about our expensive clothes." He chuckled, fingers fixing her hair.
"I can't believe you." She glared and he merely leaned down and kissed her lips.
"Don't blame me like that. I truly missed you." He whispered, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.
For the past few days they would lay beside each other when they sleep but never meet before they go to bed or wake. Damian was working hard yet again and she was too busy with her studies.
"You always get what you want." She glared at him and he chuckled. Finding her the cutest. He pulled her closer by the waist and kissed her once again as if drinking her up. It lasted for a good few minutes.
"But I made a promise. I will give you the world. So please don't mind my stubbornness in return." He kissed her again less lewdly this time. "I love you."
Raven could not say anything because of the bombardment of kisses he was showering her. She could only moan and fear mentally that he'd take her on that spot again and they would be caught this time around.
She could already feel his hands roaming around her body.
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Back in the garden, Talia al Ghul took a sip of her tea.
"I wonder where he got such stubbornness from." The man across from her sighed and she chuckled.
"Father, he turned out well did he not?" She smiled.
"He was raised a prince and it shows." The older man replied. "I must say, his temper I think has gotten worse."
Talia raised a brow at her father, "Oh?"
"Yes. Believe it or not I have not met my granddaughter-in-law." The man picked up his cup and took a sip of tea.
"What did you do, father?" The woman simply asked.
"I met your son briefly and I off-handedly mentioned that his wife is about the same age as my most recent concubine and that I should have the two meet. He glared at me and proceeded to tell me I will not meet his wife anytime soon." The man shrugged. "We are immortal, our lovers can't possibly go any older…"
Talia merely chuckled, "Father, you know how Damian's temper is like, why would you do such a thing?"
"I thought my poor granddaughter-in-law would be lonely." He shrugged then a sly smile formed on his lips, "And I can't help but want to see my grandchild's face twist in displeasure. In moments like those I see that he is still a child."
There was a smile on the lady's face, "He is rather protective of his wife, I suggest that you do not continue on such chaos father, less you want him truly angry with you."
Ra's al Ghul laughed wholeheartedly, "It is not my fault women come to me and ask me to take them in. They have decided that living a life as my concubine is far better than starving on the streets or working on the streets. Besides, they are free to go when they deem they are done using me." The man shrugged and the woman continued sipping her tea. "If anything, am I not the one who is pitiful?"
"Father," She sighed as she set her cup down, "You should really control yourself in front of Damian."
The man chuckled, "I will try."
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Back to where Damian and Raven were.
"Everything seems to be in order." He studied her appearance carefully. "Come let us take a walk."
She stared at him, "Was that not exercise enough?"
He paused, then a smile bloomed on his lips as he laughed, "Beloved, I must give you a proper tour." He raised his elbow for her.
She linked arms with him, sighing, "You have way too much stamina, beloved."
He gave her another hearty laugh. He then caressed her knuckles.
"Lean on me." He told her and she did as he asked as he set the pace of their stroll. Slow. Real slow.
She smiled, "I suppose we must cut this tour short. I am quite tired." She glanced at him with pleading eyes.
He looked at her full of worry, "Then I shall do as my wife instructed."
Another smile on her lips and she gasped when he suddenly lifted her up with ease, considering she was wearing thick clothes.
"And I shall carry you as compensation." He smiled up to her as he absorbed the soft blushing face of his beloved.
"This is inappropriate." Despite her words, her hands wrapped around his shoulders bring a smile to her husband.
"That is what I am good at." He replied and Raven giggled.
In his arms she felt just how tired she was. Damian had really put her to work behind that rock. She was sore. She snuggled her head into her husband's shoulder.
"Rest beloved, you deserve it." He gently whispered.
"Oh. I intend to. And I truly do deserve it." She mumbled tiredly. Then she had a wave of embarrassment at the thought of their public display of– Azar what if someone had seen them!
"We cannot do that again." She mumbled, the tiredness taking her even more. She was unable to hear Damian's reply if he had, because she had fallen asleep.
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A/N:
I will cut this short because it is long already. But I do know I have so many scenes of this couple when I first made the first part. Do I remember them…nope… But this Damian and his shenanigans. I cannot. He is the prince that don't act like one. He is childish. And it's funny. Anyway, tata.