Chapter Twenty-Six #2
We return to the palace once the sun has fallen, and I’m positively overwhelmed. The curse is outside, ravaging my kingdom, but I can’t find it in me to care about such darkness when Ophelia is giggling and pressing my back to the wall of my bedchamber.
This is her bedchamber now. It’s her castle. She can have everything. I’ll give it all to her, regardless of what my parents or the others may think.
We spent as much time on the beach as we could, and the uncursed land offered us a brief moment of distraction, but returning home on time is vital. It won’t do to disappear while my parents watch us so closely, no matter how much I wish to be with only her.
The space we create when it’s the two of us is just as sacred and uncursed as the Moon Palace. When her fingers run down my jacket, undoing the buttons with such swiftness, she’s the only one in existence.
My wings wrap around her, holding her close to my chest. I’m not a strong man, and I’ve been afraid for so long, but I long to protect her in a way I have never been able to care for the people I love—and the place I love.
I must keep her safe.
Ophelia peers up at me with a defiant expression that perfectly matches her playful smile. “You know what I’d like to do, Your Highness?”
“I may have some idea.” I wrap my fingers around her throat, applying no pressure. Her skin is so soft beneath me.
She presses her left hand to my hardening bulge. “I would like to take you in my hand.”
“Would you?”
“Yes. May I?”
The hand she’s touching me with wouldn’t usually register, but it does now. It’s the hand that wears my ring.
The ring is different from the one I gave to Minetta; it’s one I picked on my own, and a color that suits both of us—purple for the color of her palace, but equally for its ties to arcane magic.
Showing her the ring and presenting myself on a knee was one of the most nerve-wracking things I’ve done, but the bliss in her eyes when she accepted the gift more than makes up for it.
While I’ve had doubts about love and marriage, those concerns matter as little to me as the curse when she is in my arms and wings.
It’s all in the past.
I let my jacket drop to the ground, paying no mind to the dirt it may collect. It’s already covered in sand and saltwater, anyhow. “Only because you asked so nicely.”
She unfastens my trousers and pushes them down, wrapping her hand around my length.
It’s not her dominant hand, and she lacks the expertise she usually has when touching me, but her fingers are still soft, treating me with a gentleness I’ve not always been touched with.
I vowed to show Ophelia a good life, but she doesn’t know that she has already shown me what that means.
She moves to her knees and shows me those things once again when she presses her plump lips to the head of my cock, kissing it so sweetly. One look from her, and I melt.
“The ring looks perfect on you, if I do say so myself.”
Her eyes crinkle, and she adjusts her position, wriggling ever so slightly. “You’re only saying that because you picked it yourself.”
“That’s not true. I would’ve said it about any ring—anything that shows the realm we belong together.”
“We do.” Ophelia sounds so sure, as certain as I am. She runs her tongue along the base of my length, creating slickness for her hand to stroke slowly. “Everyone will see it now that you’ve given me your ring, Your Highness.”
What a thrill. Pride, excitement, and adoration rush through me. I lean against the door, my wings fluttering. “Then they will know what a lucky man I am.”
“And how blessed I am to have someone who treats me like a queen.”
I tangle my fingers gently in her hair. “You are my queen.”
The touch seems to awaken something, recognition flickering across her face. “You know what I enjoyed?”
“No. Tell me.”
She sucks on my head once before answering. “Feeling you fill me—both of you, together.”
“Ah…” I chuckle. “But of course.”
“But that’s not what I want tonight, Emyr. I want you. Only you, genuinely, with no illusions. I want it to be just the two of us.”
I swallow thickly. She’s not the first person I have used my magic for in that way. Most become obsessed with it, and my duplicates are often treated in ways that I don’t approve of… nor do I prefer to think of them in this moment.
Ophelia only wants me. She doesn’t love me for my magic, crown, or power, and that only makes me want to use my magic with her more. It’s safe to. I can’t understand what else there is to love about me, but she does, and that’s what matters.
I still wish to please her with everything I have, with all of my magic, but she wants me. Just me, just for the night. She will have me however she wishes. I will be enough for her. She makes me feel as though I already am.
“Come here, wife.” I hold her elbows and guide her onto her feet, connecting our lips firmly
She’s not my wife yet, but she will be. Nothing will come between us. I’m not a soldier, but Ophelia is the one thing I’m willing to fight for.
I undo the laces on her stays and kiss her deeply, claiming her, pressing my tongue into her mouth. As I remove her wet clothing, I plant my lips on her neck and guide her to the bed.
“You’ll have me however you want me,” I whisper against her skin.
“Just like this.” She moans, and it’s the prettiest thing I’ve heard, like a magic spell slipping past her glistening lips.
“If you want the real me, I’ll give it to you. You have already had it all along. From the moment you saw me, in that little village, you awakened curiosity I’ve never before felt.”
She falls onto the bed, laughing. “But you are such a curious man.”
“About the arcane, yes. About curses, cures, and secrets. Never about love.” I climb on top of her and kiss down her body, brushing my lips against her bare skin. “You make me curious about love, Ophelia. You’ve done the impossible.”
She’s perfectly spread out for me, her legs already open. I grab her thighs and push them wider before attacking her soaking cunt with my mouth.
“My wife will always come first, and she’ll come many, many times.”
Perhaps she means to respond, but the words don’t come from her.
It’s pure, carnal pleasure that falls from her mouth.
I wrap my lips around her clit, and she cries out, grinding against my face as I run my tongue along her folds.
This is the nectar of the gods. Her arousal coats my face, and I don’t care about the mess.
I can’t stop, pushing my fingers in two at a time.
She shakes beneath me before long. Her foot taps against my back, her head lolling back, but only I lick her harder, drawing out more of the desperate mewls I have fallen in love with.
“Emyr!” she cries. “I’m finished.”
“Are you?” I finally lift my head and curl my fingers inside her. “Are you sure?”
“I—”
“Tell me to stop.” I kiss her thigh. “Tell me to stop before I devour you whole, before all the magic in me bursts into you. Beg me and I won’t make you come again.”
The words never come. She doesn’t beg, however much I wish to hear the sweet sounds of desperation falling from her lips.
Instead, she pulls me closer, her thighs wrapping around my head to keep me in place.
This is where I wish to be for the rest of my eternity.
With each curl of my fingers, each circle of my tongue, and every delicious moan from her delectable lips…
This is heaven. I’ve already broken the curse. I was never supposed to be afforded joy, but I’m full of it. Overflowing. I can sustain myself solely on her sweet taste.
The bed beneath us is soaked when I allow myself to come up for air. Unlike my magical form, I need air to survive. How pesky it is in moments like these, when I want to suffocate in my beloved queen.
I don’t bother wiping my lips before I kiss her, shoving my tongue into her mouth. She moans and flickers her tongue against mine, as if trying desperately to taste herself. Her soft hands stroke my feathered wings, and I groan, nearly finishing on the spot.
Finally, I can no longer ignore the ache between my legs. I run my cock between her folds, drawing out sighs that sound half mangled.
“Will you let me fuck you?” I whisper, placing a hand on her neck. “Can I fill you? Can you come one more time for me, My Queen?”
“You must cease your teasing.”
“Or what shall you do?” I slow down, barely brushing my leaking tip against her spent cunt. “Can I expect a punishment?”
“I’m not sure you could handle one right now.”
Bold words, coming from her. It appears that her energy is as spent as her cunt, but she pushes at my shoulders as if she means to move me, and it’s not hard to convince me to go. I land on my back at her request and wrap my hand around my cock.
“I can take care of myself, you know.” I watch her from the corner of my eye. “If you don’t have the energy to continue.”
She sits up, glaring. Complete defiance is written across her expression. She grabs my hand, still shaking—poor thing—as she pins my hand over my head.
“You must not touch what is mine,” she murmurs. “You are already in such big trouble. Do you wish to receive two punishments?”
Seeing her attempt to dominate me, all while shaking and spent, only makes me harder.
“Do what you must.” I sigh and position my second wrist above my head, making it easier for her.
“You asked for it.” She slides onto me with one go. As defiant as she may be, the whine she lets out is anything but. She huffs, wiggling her hips to adjust to my size.
“And what will you do to me, my queen?”
“I will use your cock for my pleasure.” She holds my wrists beneath hers. “The way I know you like me to. Is that right?”
I repress a shudder. “Yes. Heavens, please.”
“How pathetic. You’re already begging for me with such desperation.” She rocks her hips slowly, her face contorting. Her cunt wraps around me. It sends me to another dimension, as if she holds a portal between her legs.
“Please,” I say again, whimpering this time. “You must let me come.”
“Only if you’re very good for me.”
She can barely move, and it doesn’t matter. I can come just like this, with her hips rocking. I push up into her, relishing how her face contorts. She may be out of energy, but I’m only just beginning—even if I’m already on the edge of combusting.
“Emyr!” Her eyes roll back, and she gasps. “Don’t stop.”
“Yes, my queen.” I thrust into her again, harder, chasing sweet release once again.
It’s only the two of us—at her request—and although there is so much more we will do together… I don’t find myself missing a thing. The world is whole when she shakes, her face landing on my chest, and we spend the night as one.
“This is how it is supposed to be, isn’t it?” she whispers once we both come down from the mountain of pleasure.
I run my nails along her back, enjoying the goosebumps that form across her flesh. “Yes. It is.”
She’s the one the prophecy brought—not to bring ruin to our land, but to be the other half of my heart. And so soon, we will break the curse together to create a world far more beautiful. That’s our purpose.