I got some comments, moving on with the story without giving them a proper wedding night.
Too true.. they deserve one!
A special thank you to the great Serendipityaey and all her support. And do check out the great image, made by her.
Hope you enjoy...
She sensed him.. she sensed him before she saw his face or even heard him speak . Like a an invisible safety net.. she knew he was right behind her. Watching her every move, like he had always done in protecting her.
But without looking, she knew his gaze was different. She felt it piercing in her back. Tracing her bodies every movement, without noticing anyone else. ..quite unprofessional... she smiled to herself.
Moments earlier Isabelle had find a quiet corner to catch her breath and look at all the people dancing in the soft moonlight on the square. All in honor of their wedding.
She saw so many familiar faces in the crowds. All smiling and happy... and, by the looks of it, quite a few drunk. To her it felt like the whole of Cloister was celebrating with her: careless and free, like a dark shadow had been lifted from the land. But perhaps she was merely projecting her own mood.
Isabelle felt his warm breath in her neck. She could feel the hair on her arms stand upright ..almost making the electricity she felt visible to the eye... as he nuzzled his face in her hair.
"why don't we sneak away from this party a little early?"He murmured to her ear. Gently plucking at one of the satin buttons at the back of her dress. Insinuating all he had in mind.
She turned to meet his eyes... greeting him with her warmest smile.
"what, ...now?.. She replied in a seemingly surprised voice. Teasing him with his eagerness.
Isabelle caressed his face as she leaned in. Pressing her lips to his. He opened his mouth to welcome her. Without any hesitations she let her tongue meet his.
Isabelle was well aware of people watching them as they kissed. And even though that made her feel a little awkward, it gave her great delight to know that she could just do that: kiss the man she loved, without anyone to stop her.
"We no longer have to sneak...". She sighed ... Somehow she still had to convince herself of that fact.
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Admittedly he was surprised to notice her kissing him without shame. He could hear people responding to their kiss. A high whistle.. even a: "you go captain," from a voice he couldn't recognize.
He didn't care. Isabelle was his wife, and he wanted everyone to know that. Somehow he knew Isabelle felt the same.
Yet, as she pulled back , he noticed a slight hesitation.
Elmont took her in to a reassuring embrace... "No we don't my love... we're starting a normal life now...I can only hope you won't bore yourself with me!"
He didn't mean that.. Of course he didn't. He wasn't worried she's ever become bored.
He might have worried about being the right guy, and having the right prospects for her at one point. But not anymore. All he wanted now was just to make her happy.
And it worked... she smiled .. a large grin. Giggling at him, with that sparkle in her eyes he knew too well.
"No Elmont I'll never be bored with you..."
He moved his lips close to her ear.. whispering for no other to hear: "I will make sure of that".
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He told her to wait...
And so, she went up to her room alone. Anxiously awaiting his knock on the door.
She wondered about asking her handmaiden to help her undress. But decided not to, when she noticed the young girl dancing the night away with the boy she once met in the tavern. That night she had kissed Elmont for the first time. They looked happy together and so Isabelle let them be, and left them as they were
With a gentle knock he made his presence known. Not waiting for her to answer he stepped inside. Closing the large wooden door behind him.
"Care for a glass, milady?" he smiled at her looking very smug holding a dark green flask.
Wine? He had her waiting, so he could get some wine? Isabelle was surprised. It wasn't like Elmont to let her wait for something a simple as that. But then again, it was sweet of him to bring some up, so she agreed to a glass.
Elmont poured the liquid in two crystal glasses and gave her one. The color was very light for a red wine, pink almost. Isabelle put her nose deep in the glass to smell it's bouquet. To her surprise it smelled sweet. Isabelle took a sip and let it roll over her tongue.
It was fresher than the smell would suggest. It tasted absolutely wonderful.
"It tastes like the spring would do, if you could bottle it"
Isabelle glanced at the bottle he was holding, trying to look at the label. But to her surprise there was none.
"Do you like it?".. he asked with a certain eagerness in his voice. "Yes.. it's wonderful.. Unlike anything I've ever tasted... are you going to tell me what it is?" "Strawberry-wine". He smiled. His eyes sparkling.. "I've been saving it for a special occasion".
"Strawberry?!", She raised an eyebrow at this unusual base for a wine. But, it was delicious. Sweet to the nose, but not as sweet on her tongue as she knew from the wines they traded with Germania.
Elmont watched her as she enjoyed her wine. There was a hint of delight on his face, as he observing her every expression in detail.
Even with her being used to Elmont's piercing look on her, this intense stare left her puzzled.
But before she had time to think it through, he removed the crystal glass from her hands, once she had emptied it. His fingers gently brushing her hand, almost accidently.
He kissed her then. A hungry kiss. Sucking on her lower lip as if he wanted to taste every trace of the wine still left on it. His hands, first settling firmly on her shoulders, then roaming downwards to her breasts as he pulled her even closer to deepen the their kiss.
His sudden fire took her by surprise. But only for a second... cause when his hands touched her breast, caressing her nipples through the thin silk of her dress.. her knees seemed to cave in together with any reserve she might have still have.
Isabelle flung her arms around his neck.. kissing him back with the very same passion as his. Knowing she would enjoy this night as she did no other. Her stomach fluttering in anticipation.
She felt his fingers fumbling at the long line of buttons on her back... opening them one by one. Agonizingly slow.
He lowered his mouth to her neck... kissing it's nape .. down to her collarbone. It felt heavenly. His hot lips warming her skin. His fingers on her back tickling as he tried to undress her. Isabelle felt the familiar heat rising inside. Knowing what it was like to be loved by him, only made her feverish for more.
He took his time... teasing her with his slow movements.
It wasn't until she heard him utter a curse under his breath, that she realized he wasn't dawdling on purpose. She stroked the back of his head as if to comfort him. "would you like me to ask for a handmaiden to come and help you?" she whispered suppressing a joyous laugh.
Elmont raised his head. Looking at her in a playfully cross way. "Just turn round if you will, your highness".
"If that's what would please my Captain".. she answered. Playing along in their old formal roles. It seemed like a lifetime ago when they needed to use this matter of form to each other. It felt oddly familiar.
"It would, Milady"
She turned his back towards him. Allowing Elmont to actually see what he was doing. He undressed her. Kissing every new piece of flesh exposed as unclasped more and more buttons. Until her white gown slid of her shoulders and finally felt to the floor.
Now dressed in only her finest lace corset, she turned round to him once more.
"My turn".. she whispered, stepping out of the puddle of fabric on the floor to get closer.
Her hands worked quick. Not wanting to wait any longer to be able to see and touch him. Within seconds she had pulled his upper garments off. Elmont helping her in equal haste.
She let her fingers roam through the tiny curls on his chest; feeling his heartbeat accelerated, like her own.
Not wanting to linger, her hands worked her way down to the buckle of his belt. Unclasping it, so she had enough space to let her hands travel below the rim of his trousers. He hissed her name.. pleading ... as she started stroking him, gently but determined.
It made her feel both loved and powerful to feel his desire grow to her touch. Elmont moaned softly. Looking up, she noticed him biting his lip. His eyes closed as he enjoyed her caresses.
She might not have much experience with men, but by his reactions she knew was doing the right thing. Isabelle felt they way her touches hardened him, leaving little space inside his breeches.
Understanding his discomfort, Isabelle helped him remove his cloths until he was naked before her.
Even though this wasn't the first time she saw him naked, the sight of his perfect body still made her blush.
Elmont merely smiled. Allowing her to look at him, giving her time to become familiar with his frame.
Then he picked her up, and carried her to bed. ...their bed...
"It seems you're ahead of me now, my love", he murmured to her ear as he unlaced her bodice. He removed every last bit of clothing until she too was all bare to his view.
Isabelle gasped when she felt his lips on her breasts. Suckling them each till they peaked kindling the desire that grew within her.
His callused hand felt like the softest silk as he traced her body from her breasts to her hips. His mouth following their path down. The tickling of his facial hair titillating her skin. It didn't take long to feel like her whole body was set aflame by his touches.
But he wasn't likely to stop yet. She felt her breath quicken when he kissed her inner thigh, then teasingly he moved to her other leg. Kissing her other thigh as he rubbed his thumbs close to her centre, but not quite where she wanted him most.
"Elmont...", she sighed... begging him for more. She tried tugging at his shoulders, wanting his body to cover hers.. but he didn't let her distract him from his goal.
He kept kissing and rubbing along her thighs until she started squirming with need. Finally he seemed to take pity on her as he kissed her right there. Isabelle gasped at the sensation of his tongue on her most private place.
The sensations confused her. In her mind she couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed at this, yet the feeling was too good to ask him to stop. Her body led a mind of its own as she spread her legs just a little further to give him better access.
She could almost feel him smile as he circled his tongue to comply her wish.
It felt good... more than good... it was heavenly. Isabelle felt the pleasure inside building up quickly, until she trembled as the ultimate sensation took over.
Elmont crawled up behind her. Spooning her body with his. Deliberately pressing his own body against hers. Making her aware of his need for her, as he gave her time to catch her breath.
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He loved seeing her like this. Alive!... giving herself to him in candidly. Having nothing holding them back.
Making love to her felt like the first time he took her for a ride in the woods.. leaving all other guardians behind. Her laughter melodically in his ears the world existing of just them, ... alone. He wanted to show her the world and everything in it, that day. Just as he wanted to show her the world now.
The thought of having her all to himself once more and for the rest of his life filled him with passion for her. She was his, no hiding, no pretending, and it made him yearn to prove it again and again, his need beginning to overwhelm him.
He rolled on top of her. Covering her body, but waiting for her signal of approval to make her his.
All he needed was that longing smile she gave him. Her tongue moistening her own lower lip in anticipation. Her legs hooking over his ankles as he joined his body with hers.
He moaned her name. As he settled inside her. Fascinated by this feeling of perfection. How could anything feel so right? Like their bodies were truly made for each other.
Elmont took his time to love her. Starting in a slow sweet pace. He moved his hips slowly; caressing her skin and kissing her neck. Taking delight in the little whimpering noises that Isabelle made with each thrust.
He could feel her awakening again. Her body pushing up eagerly to meet his in motions.
Still, he wanted to be as gentle as he could with her. It might not have been their first time together, but he knew she was 'just' a beginner. And so he restrained is own urges the best way he could, making sure she was as comfortable as possible with him. Elmont felt his own tension rising. His skin getting damp, as he desperately tried to keep a calm tempo.
Until that one word escaped her lips, a like sigh...a plea..."more".
That single word resonated in his stomach; it erupted the deeper longing for her. Leaving him with no reason to hold back.
And with that passion took over.
Elmont pushed his torso from the bed, to fill her more deeply. His tempo increasing.
Isabelle gasped for breath, her fingers grabbing for the blankets. Clinging to the bedcovers in delight, as he tilted her leg just a little to be able to hold on to her.
Overwhelmed with heat and pleasure for her, their bodies moved synchronizing their rhythm together.
"Elmont".. she cried, as he felt her body tense around him. Taking him along with her as his own body shuddered his release and he collapsed on her chest.
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"Does it get better every time we do this?" Isabelle asked him, as she gentle stroked his hair.
"Hmmmm.. " ..he murmured to her chest. Not really answering her question.
Isabelle loved feeling the weight of his body lying on her. Feeling his heart beat next to hers. Preventing her skin to cool down too quickly now that the film of sweat started to dry.
A cold stream suddenly chilled her, when Elmont stood up to poor her a little more wine.
"I really like this".. she told him.. taking sip, to still her thirst.
"I'm glad you do." He smiled tracing her face with his fingers, "I made it just for you".
"you made it?!" Elmont nodded humbly "something I do, in my scarce leasure-time".
Isabelle was surprised. Her Elmont, captain of the guards, with a mine making hobby! It made her laugh in delight. Somehow it seemed to fit him. Taking great honor in perfecting something as perishable as taste.
She placed a gentle kiss on his lips "there's still so much I don't know about you"
He smiled... "That's alright my love, we now have a lifetime to find out"