The Reason for Marriage

When his breath reached the sensitive area of her lower abdomen, just below her stomach, Iveca gasped and pushed him back slightly.

“This is… I feel so… Daniel…”

Daniel slowly raised his head. Blue eyes she barely knew met hers, glinting with determination. Her thighs were still pushed apart, his hands grasping the soft flesh on each side firmly. He put his lips on her belly and spoke, and she felt the vibrations of his voice reach her very centre.

“Is something wrong?” he whispered.

“Not wrong… it’s just…”

“Then I won’t stop,” came his reply.

She felt, but couldn’t see, his right hand leave her thigh and trace a line inward to her heat. She did not need to look to see that she was wet, revealing a desire that she couldn’t hide behind a fake smile anymore. One of his fingers gently swept across her clitoris and made her jump, a mixture of shock and pleasure.

“Ah!”

Daniel pounced on the opportunity, her legs pushed as far apart as she thought she had ever had them, and his tongue, which was biting the tender flesh where her thigh met her sensitive inner walls, moved inward and parted her.

Iveca could barely see, barely think. The world was fog with one light, the light that illuminated the man who was bringing feelings to her with his tongue she had never thought she’d know. This was so much different to her own explorations, so much more intense and every hot breath he exhaled only made the sensation even more incredible. His soft tongue caressed the centre of her pleasure further and she moaned aloud, pushing herself back up the bed and away from his insistence.

“Daniel, stop… just for a moment, please.”

“Is it not good, Iveca?” he whispered to her. He had followed the small path she had taken away from him and began his assault on her with his tongue a second time, and she did not try to escape it again. Wave after wave of pressure and pleasure crashed into her and she shook her back and twisted her body desperately, hands digging into the soft bedclothes.

“Because it’s good…it feels so good, I can’t…”

Nothing Iveca had read, in any book, could have adequately described what she was experiencing under the mouth of the King. She gasped and muttered with an almost half-remaining consciousness.

“I never knew it would feel this good…” she said.

He gently kissed her mound, sending more shivers through her.

“It was always going to be this good, Iveca,” said Daniel, the confidence of the control he had over her making each word sound like a command. Without waiting for any further answer, he began to caress her again. His fingers pushed and probed at the deep wetness of her sex, and the tip of his tongue lapped eagerly at her clitoris.

Iveca gave herself freely to the sensations now, awash with a strong desire she had never felt for anyone else. His mouth continued to move explicitly between her legs until she gasped and twisted her waist around. When the climax hit her, her eyes rolled back to their whites as she clamped a hand over her mouth, to prevent a scream from waking the entire kingdom.

Daniel’s hands were still keeping her thighs wide open as she bucked and moaned through her fingers. He lowered his head again, and before Iveca even had a chance to stop her legs from shaking the calm queen’s bedroom was filled anew with her groans. Her entire body ached, both in a good and an exhausting way, and Daniel’s motions on her with his tongue were surely close to knocking her out completely. Daniel seemed to sense this, for the moment she thought she couldn’t take much more she felt his fingers enter her. The stimulus that she felt from within her grew even more intense and she, quite without thinking, grabbed his hair and pulled his eager mouth even closer in ecstasy. His shiny blonde hair was slick with sweat that she could feel between her fingers.

“I remember you promising,” he said, the vibrations of his low voice making her dance to their beat, “that if it was good, you’d tell me so…”

Iveca could only moan in reply.

“You like it?” he pressed further, his fingers swirling and playing inside her.

“Ple, please…”

As his fingers moved, her body began to shake harder than before. Iveca felt at odds with her movement. Everything seemed to be a pleasure she had never felt before, but the way the body responded was so natural as if it remembered all these things, as though what Daniel was doing to her was only the right thing.

“I like it so much, Iveca… Tell me you like it too.”

She could feel the sheet beneath her was soaked with fluids, her fluids. His fingers moved strongly inside her, beginning to push open the tight path inside her even further. The fingers gradually became three and she could feel her vision blur at the edges.

“Ah…!”

“Say it.” A command now, an order from the King.

“I…”

Iveca was shivering. Even when she opened her eyes, things didn’t appear anymore. When she didn’t answer beyond her stuttering, he bit the tender flesh on the inside part of her thigh gently, as if punishing her. Then in one swift motion, he was back on top of her again.

A low voice whispered into her ear.

“Iveca, tell me.”

It was an unimaginable voice from the King who was so neat and gentle. It broke down every remaining barrier to her senses and she knew that whatever he asked, she would do. Right now, she was his. She looked into his eyes, still shaking and panting. He wasn’t smiling, but she could tell he was enjoying her vulnerability immensely.

“I can’t wait any longer, Iveca…”

“I… l-li-li… like…”

Burying his head deep in her neck, he nuzzled and gnawed at her skin. Iveca felt his hardness pushing against her. She had no choice, no want or way to stop the huge tip, which felt like it couldn’t possibly be any bigger, from entering her. She turned her head away from him as it found her opening and entered, with it new waves of fiery pleasure and pain, though not one she pushed herself away from, rocked her from her middle outwards through her entire body.

“It, it hurts! Ah, ahh…”

“I’m sorry…” He slowed a little, still inside her. He kissed her collarbone and whispered,   “Even if it hurts… I don’t think I can stop, Iveca.”

Iveca let out a moan that she didn’t know she was capable of making from deep in her throat. The pain was subsiding but still strong, and at his hesitance she put her hands on his back and pushed, bringing him even further inside her. He hadn’t shown her what he had between his legs at all, but she felt like it would better anything she could be shown judging by the way it filled her.

“It’s okay…” said Daniel, his voice softer now. He pushed himself to his limit inside of her now, all the way and he began to gasp. She groaned and followed his movement, raising her hips in time with his downward thrusts. Any thoughts of incompatibility, or strangeness, or strangers were gone from her mind, replaced by his size and power and the way he was making her feel. Their noises began to match each other in their intensity as he began to move his waist faster. His shaft was clenching and throbbing inside her, skin to skin with no boundaries. The liquids they were sharing swirled and mixed with the movements.

“Look, Iveca… look at me…” He moved his hips frantically, kissing her earlobe, her smooth white nape, and tender flesh inside her arms. Iveca looked into his eyes and saw his need for her. Iveca’s mouth gaped in a dizzying pleasure that flashed in fireworks in front of her eyes. She felt like she was going to lose her mind, falling to pleasure that wrapped around her body.

His whispers were mixed with the sound of their bodies reaching the natural, desperate conclusion of their lust for each other.

“You must not forget this…”

She reached her climax as his own flooded into her, hot and powerful. She grabbed his arm and screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt him throb and shoot more, so much, of the liquid inside her as she tensed and squeezed on him with her own orgasm. He fell into her, breathless and she pulled him into a kiss that seemed to wash all thought from her mind.

*

Iveca wouldn’t have lied down in bed so easily if she had known he planned to take her more than once in the manner he did. After they did it twice more in a row beyond their first encounter, she, who was still breathing heavily, was finally embraced by him. All the confidence she had in her physical strength had deserted her; she was exhausted to the point she didn’t know she would ever leave the bed.

Daniel stared at her with his kind eyes, which had lost the steely edge they displayed when he was making her writhe underneath him. He played with her hair. Iveca was amazed that this man, who she had thought was a stranger even after their marriage, now felt so close just because they had intertwined their bodies together. The questions of whether it was good which he had almost commanded her to answer, and his warm hands and visible need for her that lasted until the end of each encounter were inwardly pleasing. However, there was a feeling of unease she couldn’t quite shake off.

“Looks like it was good enough that you wanted to do it again,” said Daniel with a wry smile.

There was no hesitation to Iveca’s answer this time. “It was really good,” she replied. Her eyes betrayed her, however.

“What is it, Iveca?”

She didn’t answer. How could she tell him, after her reaction to his lust and his physical display, that her own mother was occupying her thoughts?

Daniel seemed to guess.

“It’s your family, isn’t it. You’re worried about what they’ll think of us starting a family so soon.” Daniel kissed her lightly on her mouth. “You have to put a different standard on your new family.”

Iveca leaned still against his chest and heard her own pounding heart. She didn’t intend to correct him, though it wasn’t like he was far off with his guess. It was her mother’s infidelity that played on her mind, and even she didn’t know why at a time like this. Instead, she let herself be strangely excited by the words ‘new family’. No matter how long she looked at her own family, no one ever told her that she was a part of that family. Even Anriq, who was the only one in the whole house who opened up to her, turned his back coldly when she asked him to be her family. But Daniel was offering her possibly the one thing she knew she always wanted.

“Now we are a family, Iveca. And with a little luck, soon an even larger family than before.”

For a moment, she stared blankly at his graceful face. The strange atmosphere that she ran into while underneath him, unable to stand how her lust was puppeteering her limbs, had already disappeared. His blonde shone like the sun. She felt fascinated by the splendour of it now, not only because it was completely different from her own dark hair, a curse on her very appearance from those she had called family before.

She became a family with him. One day, out of the blue, she was married and had a new family. Circumstances be damned; she was happy with that outcome. She realized that her heart was fluttering. The last fragments of guilt she had felt, about their validity as a couple and as parents, owing to the fact they were still almost strangers, was slowly fading away.  

It would be nice to be in a family with such a wonderful man, who glittered even when he was still.

Iveca’s mind drifted to the promise he had made her utter, about her work and being involved with political affairs. He seemed to guess this too, as his next words answered the question that had suddenly bounced into her head.

“Don’t worry. This is your honeymoon, remember. Work can wait.”

Iveca forced a smile.

“What will I do?”

“You’ll have to learn about the comings and goings of the palace during the day. There are things you have to do here, duties to keep. But by evening, we’ll both be free.” Daniel fondly spoke of the daily routine of marriage life and it soothed the worry on Iveca’s mind.

“I’ll come to see you,” he said. Her heart squeezed strangely at the words of a gentle promise she had heard for the first time, and she knew it was because the sweet words that fulfilled that long-held deficiency had poured out from such a wonderful man.  It was the first time in her memory that the night was not so lonely. Instead of being fed up and getting sick, this was a very magical first night.