▪️A L A R I C▪️

I awoke to the gentle touch of Golnar's hand on my manhood.

She caressed me with a tender warmth, working me back up to a raging erection. I glanced at Golnar, finding her sitting up next to me. Her dark auburn hair, slightly tousled from the night's activities, framed her face in a dishevelled yet alluring manner. The flickering candle, on the verge of extinguishing, cast a dim glow that illuminated her features, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the scene.

Peering towards the large windows, I observed that the room remained cloaked in the muted hues of pre-dawn. The soft glow hinted at the imminent arrival of morning, but the sun had not yet graced the world with its light.

I groaned a little, feeling myself swell as my wife continued to stroke me.

As Golnar's gentle touch elicited a response from me, I could not help but revel in the realization that she was now officially my wife. The weight of the word "husband" settled over me, accompanied by a mix of pride, responsibility, and a newfound sense of connection.

Pulling me from my thoughts, she leaned over and kissed me hard. 

Golnar's kiss carried a sense of celebration, as if she, too, was revelling in the newfound roles we had embraced. As our lips parted, she looked into my eyes, a playful spark dancing in her gaze.

"I need you again," she whispered. "I need to feel you inside me."

Nodding, still half asleep, I shifted to lie on top of her and slowly slid myself into her warmth. I bit my lips feeling how wet she was, still slick with our combined fluids. She let out a breathy hiss, and I paused, suddenly alert.

"Are you alright?" I asked, a note of concern in my voice.

"Yes!" Golnar panted. "It feels so good!"

My hips leisurely moved as I replied, "I know that sometimes people can be very sore after their first time. So, if it hurts, let me know and we can stop. I don't want to hurt you."

Reaching up, she pulled my face down to kiss me hungrily before murmuring against my lips, "It's a little sore. But not in a bad way, please don't stop..."

"Alright, my love, I won't..."

Propping myself up on my elbows, I kissed her back, slower this time, and began to move gently inside her. I wanted to make this time last longer for her. Adjusting my position, I propped myself up on my elbows and kissed Golnar with a deliberate slowness. As I continued to move gently inside her, my focus shifted to ensuring that she enjoyed herself fully.

Last night it had dawned on me that with more experience and understanding of each other, there would be ways to enhance our intimacy, offering her moments of pleasure and satisfaction beyond the initial orgasm.

With a slow and deliberate rhythm, I aimed to increase her chances of reaching that heightened pleasure. The anticipation of witnessing her waves of ecstasy became a motivating force, and I was determined to prolong the shared intimacy.

Lying with Golnar felt incredibly peaceful and I dreaded having to leave the comforting warmth of our bed. We exchanged kisses and occasional words, savouring each other's presence. My movements inside her were gentle, as I tried not to dwell too much on the sensations—the warmth, the tightness of her inner muscles fluttering around me.

"Shit! This feels so good, Alaric, more..."

The sounds of her moans echoed through the room while she stroked her hands down my back languidly, pushing her tongue into my mouth as we kissed. The wet heat of our mouths together mirrored our joining, and I felt myself swell a little inside her. Raising myself up off her, I lengthened my strokes. She groaned, arching her back and pushing up against me with each thrust, forcing me deeper.

The passionate movements of our mouths excited me further, and I sensed a growing intensity within me. Despite my intention to prolong the experience, I could feel the familiar tingling sensation that let me know I was close. Elevating my position some more, I slowed my thrusts, angling my strokes in the way that I knew she liked best, wanting her to climax with me. 

"You feel amazing!" I panted, trying to keep a steady rhythm.

Pulling my face towards her once more, she gave me another hard kiss, bucking herself up against me as she whimpered, "You too..."

"Fuck! I can't hold back–"

"Don't!" Golnar interjected, her face intent, eyes locked on mine. "Don't hold back, do it, come inside me!"

Her words propelled me to the edge of a vivid precipice, and I teetered on the brink for a few fleeting moments, the anticipation escalating as I felt myself nearing the boiling point, "I'm going to come..."

"Yes! Let me feel you," she moaned, her hips moving with mine, her body wild under me.

I loved the way Golnar begged for me, the intensity of her desire. I loved the way she felt around me, the way we were built for each other, the perfection of how we fit. I loved the way her body accepted me, the way she hungered for me.

This sense of belonging was entirely new and unparalleled in my experience.

It was arousing, a heady concoction of emotions that intoxicated mind and body alike. The knowledge that we were made for each other, the way our bodies seamlessly connected, sent waves of pleasure and fulfilment through me. It was more than physical; it was a deep, emotional connection that heightened every sensation, making the experience transcend the mundane.

Pressing myself against her, I knew that her clit was getting the friction it needed to help send her over the edge. With our eyes locked, I continued to swivel my hips in a specific rhythmic movement that I knew she liked.

"Yes, just like that!" Golnar whined, her nails digging into my back,

Golnar's enthusiasm tipped me over, and a few thrusts later, I buried myself balls-deep inside her and let go with a shout. The feel of her own climax erupting around me had my seed exploding so violently I thought I would pass out.

My hips kept moving, grinding into her even as I came, jerking erratically against her. I thrusted into her over and over, filling her, wanting to prolong this moment, the edge of pleasure so sharp it was almost painful.

We hungrily kissed, bodies tangled, lost in the throes of passion, as the echoes of pleasure reverberated through the bedroom while our breaths intertwined.

In the hushed aftermath, we lay together, chests rising and falling in rhythmic unison.

Holding Golnar close, I turned my gaze towards the window. The first gentle rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, casting a warm glow over the landscape. The sun had begun its ascent, signalling the arrival of a new day. Wrapped in the quiet serenity of the moment, Golnar and I, still entangled in each other's arms, welcomed the rising sun as it heralded the promise of a fresh beginning.

Unfortunately, that fresh beginning would have to wait.

The tranquil moment was shattered with a sudden banging on the door, echoing through the room like an ominous drumbeat. Golnar and I exchanged a glance, the serenity of the morning evaporating as a sense of urgency filled the air. Reluctantly disentangling ourselves, we prepared to face whatever disruption awaited us on the other side of the door.

Dressed hastily in the aftermath of our interrupted morning, Golnar and I approached the door with a shared sense of curiosity and mild annoyance. Opening it revealed Kieran, who stood there with an impish grin, seemingly enjoying the disarray he had caused.

"Apologies for the untimely disruption. I would ask how your night went but from the looks of it, I can see that things went well," Kieran teased, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Golnar chuckled, the warmth of her laughter blending with the rosy hue gracing her cheeks. The playful glint in her eyes hinted at a shared amusement, and she shot me a sidelong glance. I, on the other hand, cleared my throat, a modest attempt to reclaim a sense of composure and redirect the conversation away from our private affairs.

"What's the meaning of this, Kieran? Why are you here?" I inquired.

His smile dropped as he stepped inside our bedroom and closed the door behind him, "Urgent matters I'm afraid. An emergency council meeting is being called now and the King and Queen's presence are needed." 

The shift in the atmosphere was palpable.

Golnar and I exchanged concerned glances, the earlier intimacy momentarily forgotten. It appeared that our world was about to plunge back into the intricate web of politics and intrigue.

Kieran, with a thoughtful expression, began filling us in on the crucial matter that had brought him to our door. As he spoke, we hastily finished getting dressed, the heaviness of our duties settling back onto us. The room, once filled with the echoes of shared passion, now became a backdrop for the impending challenges that awaited us in the Fae court.

"There was an attack on one of the villages at the border, and Cedric wanted to waste no time in addressing the issue. He's called for a meeting," Kieran stated.

Bitterness welled up within me as Kieran delivered the news. On our wedding night, when the hope for lasting peace lingered in my heart, an attack at the border shattered that illusion. I had dared to dream of a world where the echoes of conflict would be drowned out by the celebration of our union. Unfortunately, reality had a way of asserting itself, reminding me that the struggles were far from over.

"Fucking hell..." I muttered.

Kieran continued, "I know Cedric has been pressing you to deal with things in a more diplomatic manner where the insurgents are concerned. But I think this attack changes things, the court is on edge, and subtle tensions are beginning to resurface."

I frowned, the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders.

The delicate balance between maintaining peace and quelling dissent was a challenge that seemed to grow more intricate by the day. Every choice held consequences, and the threads of diplomacy and authority required careful weaving to prevent the unravelling of the kingdom. This was not how I expected to spend my first day married to Golnar; we should be cuddled up in bed now, not rushing to a meeting with the Council.

The entire thing left a sour taste in my mouth.

I had envisioned a few days of respite with Golnar, basking in the afterglow of our wedding, the joyful celebration still fresh in our hearts. The prospect of handling a crisis so soon after our union gnawed on me, disrupting the tranquil moments I had hoped to share with my new wife. The responsibilities of leadership demanded attention, pulling me away from the idyllic interlude I had longed for.

Golnar, ever perceptive, reached out and gently squeezed my hand in silent support. The threat of betrayal and the pressure from within the Council hinted at challenges that would test not only our relationship but also the very foundations of the fae realm.

Sensing the unspoken desire for a moment of privacy, Kieran offered a knowing smile, assuring us that he would wait outside.

As the door closed behind him, Golnar and I exchanged another glance. In this brief pause, we silently acknowledged the shift in our priorities, preparing to face the world once more as leaders rather than newlyweds.

"You look upset," she said, her palm raising to cup my cheek.

Leaning into her touch, I sighed, my frustration bubbling to the surface, "I'm livid... I thought we'd have been able to enjoy some alone time together. I just don't understand what's happening, the rebels seemed to have backed off after our public address. Why did such an attack have to happen on our wedding night? It feels like a slap in the face."

Golnar's thumb gently brushed over my jaw, "Alaric, we knew that our journey was never going to be easy. Challenges are inevitable, but facing them together is what makes us stronger. Don't let your anger control you, focus on the love we've just celebrated. We'll tackle these new challenges as we always have, together."

Her words resonated, and a soft smile tugged at my lips as I replied, "You're right. Whatever comes our way, we'll face it together."

"There's my King..." Golnar smiled, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and admiration.

I met her gaze with a sense of contentment welling up within me, grateful for her unwavering support. In her bright smile, I found the strength to face the challenges that awaited us.

Feeling the warmth of her encouragement, I said, "My Queen... You always know how to lift my spirits. I'm grateful to have you by my side."

"And I'm grateful to have you. Now, let's not let these troubles steal the joy of our union." Her smile then changed into a mischievous grin as she said, "Let's go to this meeting and then we can come back and spend the rest of the day in bed."

Leaning in, she pressed a tender kiss to my lips and my body hummed with excitement.

When Golnar pulled back from the kiss, I nodded, feeling a renewed determination. "Indeed, let's go see what Cedric and the others have to say, and then we can come back here and you can sit on my face."

"Alaric!"

"What?" I smirked at how flushed her face got.

Taking her hand in mine, we left the room, ready to confront the challenges that awaited us, with the promise of returning to the sanctuary of our bed.

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A/N: Poor Alaric, can't get a chance to relax in peace... 🙈😅