Wedding Nigh

[Warning- Mature Scenes]

Somehow, after the whirlwind of their wedding ceremony, the dances, and all the greetings, it felt unreal to Milena to be taken out of there. Rayan was still holding her hand though, and as soon as they were out of sight of any of the servants, he suddenly pushed his new wife into a corner. 

Although she would have liked to put on a better front, Milena's shyness came back. She blushed, feeling a bit trapped in front of him. She wasn't afraid, though. Rayan was still the same Rayan, and gently smiling at her with that naughty look of his.

"What are you doing..." she whispered.

"I'm about to do something I've been dying to do all night," he whispered.

Before she could ask, he sealed her lips with his. His kiss was tender, deep, intense. Nothing too savage, but this wasn't exactly tame either. Milena could only hear the sounds of their lips, their erratic breathing, and from far behind them, the echoes of the party still going on. She actually quite liked this little game of playing naughty with her Prince. She was aware they wouldn't get many occasions like these afterwards, and she was fine with playing along for now. 

His hands were gently caressing her back, enjoying the open dress. Each stroke of his fingers sent delicious chills down her spine, making it hard for Milena to focus on his lips only. She could definitely have tasted more of this, but not here. They kissed for a little while longer, until the Prince was satisfied, and she chuckled, putting her arms around his neck.

"Is my Prince really going to be satisfied with a simple little kiss in a corner?" She asked.

His fangs appeared as he smiled, shaking his head.

"Oh no, this wasn't even the appetizer, my Lady."

Suddenly, he grabbed her under her humongous dress and lifted Milena so fast she heard one of her shoes fall off on the ground. She may have fallen down if she hadn't been holding on to his neck. She chuckled, a bit happy to be carried like this. Despite the weight of herself plus the dress, Rayan was showing no sweat, and began walking in the corridors. With one bare foot hanging out, Milena couldn't help but blush a bit more at each servant they crossed paths with. She only wished their apartments were a little close to the ballroom so this torture wouldn't have lasted this long... 

When the servants saw them arrive, they opened the doors in a hurry, carefully keeping their eyes on the carpet, and the doors were closed as soon as the newlyweds were inside. Milena already knew that room; she had picked it herself, along with the decor. However, the young Duchess had no time to stop and observe how the walnut furniture and her home decor wishes had come along for now.

Without giving her a chance to say a word, Rayan took his fiancé to the bed, and suddenly dropped her, making Milena squeak in surprise.

The Prince laughed, but Milena was so embarrassed to have made such a sound, she was red up to her ears and mad at him.

"It's not funny! You scared me..." She sighed. "I'm sure you broke some beads, too."

More accurately, the ones she had probably fallen on. However, if she complained about injuring herself, it would have been an utter lie; between the mattress and the layers of her skirt, it was more like she had fallen on a cloud of fabric. Milena sat up on the edge of the bed, a bit upset. The Prince was still laughing, but he put his arms on both sides of her, keeping her trapped on the bed.

"My apologies, my Lady. I just found out my wife makes some adorably cute sounds when she is surprised... It makes me want to torment you again."

Milena blushed helplessly as he leaned in for a new kiss. She... couldn't really say mad at him given their situation, could she? Her heartbeat was already going out of control. They were newlyweds, alone in their bedroom. Of course everyone knew what was bound to happen next, but it didn't help her nervousness calm down. 

Yet, Rayan's kiss was surprisingly gentle. Milena felt herself calm down a little, as their lips took their time, almost too shy, turning into something very sweet and innocent. He stopped a little, gently smiling to her, and Milena felt a little wave of warmth take over her heart. She was feeling strangely fine. She was nervous, of course, but not in panic mode. Rayan gave her forehead another gentle kiss, and got down on his knee, gently taking off her shoes. Milena herself undid the precious accessories in her hair, worried they would break. Her raven curls fell lower on her shoulders, and she realized how exposed her collarbone was. Once again, the temperature rose up.

"Do you want to take a bath?"

Rayan's question surprised her so much, Milena remained speechless for a few seconds.

"...Yes," she finally said, still a bit unsure.

The Prince nodded and walked out, surely to give orders. Quickly, a few maids walked in like mice, filled the bathtub in the room with steaming hot water and flowery scents, added a few oils and beauty products on a tray on the side, and made their way out. The whole operation had only taken a couple of minutes.

"...Here's your bath," announced Rayan with a smile.

"What about you?" Asked Milena, as he helped her get up.

"...I think I'll be fine with watching."

His little wink wasn't duping anyone there. Milena took a deep breath, and strangely she found a new determination in her. She wasn't going to let him have all the last words tonight. After all, she was a bashful young bride and very aware of her own beauty.

"Alright," she said, standing up and pushing him on the bed. "You stay here and watch."

The Prince raised an eyebrow, but he complied, taking the spot she had just left on the bed with a corny smile. Milena walked to the bath, and slowly began undoing her dress. Luckily, it was much easier to undo than to put on; she only had to pull on a few strings and take her arms and legs out of there.

The dress fell at her feet, and she found herself in her undergarments in front of him. Actually, her back was turned to him, but Milena still felt a bit embarrassed. What had taken over her to suddenly undress boldly like this! Yet, she was much too stubborn to stop now. Although she could feel his piercing stare on her back, Milena slowly took off her lingerie, letting each piece fall on the floor without taking a second look at it. Then, trying not to go too fast, she stepped inside the bathtub and hid herself under the bubbles, a bit relieved. 

Only then did she dare look at him.

Rayan was still on the bed, but his smile was mostly gone. 

Instead, his crimson eyes had turned into something much more intense. A vampire's gaze had certainly never felt so hot before. The young Princess blushed, and turned her gaze back towards her bath. When she heard him get up, Milena felt like scolding him, but no sound came out. Instead, she listened to his steps. 

It was very faint on the carpeted floor, yet she knew exactly when he stopped and began undoing his clothes. His shoes came off first, rolling away, and then he undid all of his jacket's buttons. The piece of clothing fell on the floor, and he repeated it with the shirt. It was strangely enticing to just listen to the sounds of his hands on the fabric. When the last piece of his top came undone, Milena blushed even more. He didn't undo his pants, but walked closer to her. Hence, she dared to look up his way.

Rayan smiled back to her, and came to put one knee down next to her bathtub. The Prince was tall enough to be on the same level as her despite the difference in their position, and suddenly, he was dangerously close. The fact that she was now n***d, and him half-naked, changed everything in their interactions.

"How's the water?" He asked gently.

"...Just warm enough."

He nodded slowly, and then lowered his lips until they touched Milena's skin. It was a simple kiss on her shoulder, but she shivered anyway. The contrast between the steaming water and his cold lips was troubling. Yet Rayan kissed her again, half an inch higher, and she let him. Milena's heartbeat was accelerating again, so much she wondered if he was going to take notice.

"...I love your skin," he whispered.

Milena blushed a bit more. From the way he scattered kisses on it, she could tell. Moreover, his lips were going dangerously higher and higher, coming close to her neck.

"Will you bite me?"

"Only if you want me to."

"Then... yes. Please."

She almost felt his mouth open in a smile, his breath in her neck, right before Rayan's fangs penetrated her skin. Milena shivered, her own voice coming to her ears in a moan of satisfaction. 

She had missed that sensation... The delicious fire it sent down her body, the f*******n edge between pleasure and pain. Her breathing became erratic, and she leaned back to offer him more, letting Rayan's mouth conquer her neck. He knew how to not lose a single drop, and Milena felt the suction, the trickle of her blood leaving her body to fill his mouth. Soon though, he gradually stopped, l*****g more than he was biting. Milena could feel the mess in her neck, and the little pain left behind, despite the anesthetic sensation.

"Not too much," he whispered in her ear. "I would be sorry if you pass out later..."

She blushed even more, but not so much for his words than for his hands, which had been venturing on her body before she realized it. One had just reached her breast, caressing it gently. It was the first time Milena was feeling a man's hand on her chest and she couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. She had never realized how lean his hand was before... Yet, she surprised herself with how she enjoyed his touch on her breast. She liked him caressing her, the contrast of the cold hand in hot water.

"...Are you going to bathe too?" She asked.

"I'm fine. Do you want me to?"

Milena hesitated, but she eventually shook her head. No, she was fine with Rayan as he was. Actually, she wanted to keep his natural smells on him, instead of some perfume. She had smelled it before and she liked it, although she thought it was a bit strange for her to. 

The Prince chuckled, but after a little while, his hands left the water, and his fingers ran through her hair.

"Is my Lady done bathing?"

"...Aren't you impatient?" She chuckled, teasing him a bit on purpose.

As she said that, Milena curled her body about her knees a bit, and turned her head to look at him, feeling a bit defiant. She liked this little game of tease and wanted to see his reaction. Sure enough, the Prince sighed, crossing his arms on the edge of the bathtub.

"Very. My Lady is already so good at torturing me, I'm worried for my future as a representative of the male gender."

Milena chuckled more, biting her lips. That gesture made Rayan lose his smile and, sure enough, his crimson eyes shone again.

"...Especially when you do that," he whispered.

Milena realized a bit too late she had pushed the wrong switch. Without warning, Rayan stood up, grabbed a towel and kidnapped her out of her bath.

"Rayan!"

"If you tease, you should be ready to play, my princess," he laughed.

She tried to free herself from his arms, but his grip was suddenly much stronger. Plus, he had her wrapped in the towel, and there was really not much she could do until he dropped her back on the bed again. When he released her, Milena was already out of breath, and a little bit mad at him.

"You're such a sour player," she hissed at him, pouting a bit.

"...and you make that face," he sighed. "My Lady, you're grabbing the devil by the tail."

Milena blushed a bit more, as the imagery quite suited Rayan himself. 

Moreover, the Prince suddenly climbed over her on the bed. Milena was still wrapped in that towel and suddenly, it was her last barrier against him. Quickly, Rayan got rid of his pants, and she finally saw him, almost n***d, his full body not hidden by the leather clothes anymore. If she had ever imagined him, and maybe she had, Milena would have imagined him exactly this lean and muscular. His muscles were perfectly defined, but he wasn't hunky like some of the knights she knew. He was more like a feline, with gracious muscles and an edgy musculature. He also had a few scars, but it was nothing unusual for someone who had been sword training since a young age.

"...You know I have a scar," she suddenly reminded him.

"Perfection is overrated," he immediately replied.

Just with that, Milena relaxed a bit, and let him pull away the towel, letting it fall out of the bed. 

Now completely n***d and exposed in front of him, Milena had a strange feeling coming over her. Maybe, she was the only woman who had ever felt so confident during her wedding night, but the eyes of Rayan on her body barely changed. He desired her, regardless of the perfection or flaws. To her surprise, he didn't stare at her exposed body more than a few seconds before going down on her. 

She shivered as his lips suddenly landed on her stomach, right next to her belly button. He began kissing her, gently. The cold lips were once again sending shivers through her whole body, but it wasn't anything bad. Instead, the contrast with her hot body and the hot room was quite nice. Milena breathed a bit louder, trying to relax herself. Theory was one thing... Yet, she gasped when she felt his mouth going lower.

"You don't have to...!"

Before she could finish her sentence, Rayan's mouth was between her legs, kissing her intimate parts. Milena curved her body immediately, reacting to this. She hadn't dared to imagine this, but she surely wouldn't have found this to be so... enjoyable! She blushed uncontrollably, but she couldn't help but enjoy it. His tongue began l*****g her, slowly, and her legs went a bit numb. Letting her body and senses guide her, she exhaled louder in pleasure, letting him continue. She wouldn't close her eyes or look at him, she just laid there and reacted, following her sensations. His hands were gently caressing her legs at the same time, following her movements. Milena shamelessly found herself spreading her legs more, breathing louder, and gripping the bed sheets. Yet, Rayan's hand came to collect hers and lock their fingers together. Feeling his hand in hers was suddenly like a new way of communicating between them. In the way she gripped tighter, relaxed or pulled, he could follow her desire. 

Soon, her moans of pleasure echoed in the room, getting a little bit louder every time. She could hear and feel her privates getting wetter. She was blushing, hearing the sounds of her husband's mouth pleasuring her, but it was just too good to stop. Milena had never done this before, but it was as simple as following what her body was telling her. She didn't stop to mind her moans, the sounds of her wet body, what she looked like. No, she just liked this, she liked this too much. Her own cries were getting more indecent, a new voice she had never heard herself with before. Her chest was becoming both heavy and light, reacting to Rayan's tongue too.

"S-stop," she managed to whisper after a while.

His tongue movements stopping were just enough for her to calm down a little bit. It was still feeling a bit strange down there, and she was just so hot, too. Her insides were hot, as if his lips and tongue were still playing there. She wanted more, much more.

"...Are you alright?"

Rayan's face appeared above her, and she grabbed him, kissing him with envy. They were both a bit out of breath, but she just felt that urge to kiss him, to keep that contact between them. When his hand made its way between her legs, teasing her again, she moaned against his lips, her desire ignited again. He slid his fingers inside, and she reacted again, moaning, gasping, moving her hips. However, she could feel the rubbing wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to fill that need in her.

"Come... please, now," she whispered. "Take me."

Rayan looked at her, hesitant, but he could read her eyes. Her foggy irises were sure. He nodded, and came over her to kiss her some more, positioning himself. Needless to say, he wanted more too. He had been wanting more for a while, but that burning gap between her legs was everything. He was a man in need. Slowly, he slid himself in. It was a torture. He wanted to bury himself in her right now, dig into his desires and carve himself into her, but he couldn't. He had to be patient, restrain the beast inside and be careful of his actions. Still, he pushed his way in, slowly but surely. Milena moaned and cried under him, her voice guiding him. It didn't have to be perfect, but they were both stubborn and determined. Once he was fully in, both of them out of breath, he paused and kissed her neck, her jawline, her cheek, her lips, many, many times. He waited, until she relaxed a little, until she answered his kiss. Milena wrapped her arms around his neck once more, catching her breath when she could. After a little while, her hand went down his back, caressing his croup. It was what he needed. Rayan smiled and kissed her again.

"So brave, my Queen," he whispered.

Then, he began moving.