Chapter Fifteen
“Your parents and Cole’s parents are in the palace, running things. Mainly answering correspondence and taking shipments, directing delegations. That sort of thing.”
Jocasta clung to Girion’s hand as they walked underground in stone passageways that seemed to go on for miles. He had to stoop, while she could walk comfortably, one hand holding a torch aloft while he pushed a small trolley of provisions.
“You shouldn’t be exerting yourself like this.”
“When we arrive, I intend to exert myself a great deal more.”
“Two days of recuperation are not enough,” Jocasta protested.
“Is that the Stinking Eel tone? Your mother told me about that.”
Jocasta sighed. “You seem to be immune to it.”
“I’m just excited to take my bride to my secret hideaway. On the other side of the trees, beyond the pond, there’s a little lodge. Trees guard it so thickly that you cannot see it unless you’re in the woods with it.”
“A place where we won’t be bothered?”
“There’s nothing to bother us with. Public outcry against the Archduke is strong, support for you and our marriage abounds, the hot springs are in full flow, and this morning, a message from the southern region declared that a second hot spring opened and there are plots of grass.
People are talking about raising goats and pigs.
” Girion stopped before a cobweb-covered door, turned to her, and smiled.
“And we haven’t even fully consummated. Not in the official manner of my essence filling your vessel. ”
Jocasa looked at her husband. The diamond of a scar over his eye now had a mate in the jagged welt over his throat, healing to a raised white line.
Her talisman was still bound in his braid, and his beard was shorter than ever, having been trimmed out of necessity due to part of it being singed.
“You are certain it won’t overtax you?” she whispered.
“Lying with you in my arms these past two nights and not being able to do more than kiss you and hold you has been overtaxing every ounce of my reserve. I love you. I almost—I almost didn’t get the chance to tell you.”
Jocasta nodded, unable to speak around the sudden tightness in her throat.
No, he hadn’t. She watched him push open the door and followed him through it, gasping when she stepped into the dearest little cottage, simple and clean, with logs already by the hearth, and bread, cheese, and wine set on the table. “How? Who?”
“Herrick, I think. I’d say Cole, but he’s been too busy helping his parents.”
“This place is so lovely. And sunny!”
“We can go for a walk in the woods, love of mine.”
Jocasta shut the secret door with a bang and rolled the tapestry back down over it. “I don’t feel much like walking.”
“YOU’RE HERE. REALLY here. Oh, God. I thought.
.. I thought so many things, and I could not lose you, too.
You know how love gives a person power over you?
” Jocasta whispered as she followed him to the wide featherbed in the center of the cottage’s three rooms. “It takes it from you, too. I never wanted to love another new person after losing my brothers. That would just be one more person to lose. Heartbreak weakens you. Leaves you a shell. And then... Then I met you, Girion. My heart never stood a chance against Girion the Great.”
“Mine was enclosed in ice and iron, and you melted both.” Girion swept her into a kiss, as if showing he was as strong as ever.
She knew he was. But she had seen him dying.
She had saved him. With her magic. Something she had failed to do, had not had the chance to do, twice before.
Jocasta stroked his face, stroked his long braid, and dug her fingers into it.
“Girion, the Greatest. You are so loved. By all of your subjects. By all of your soldiers. By your wife and queen. And soon, by our children.”
Girion blinked at her. “You aren’t... You can’t be.”
Jocasta smiled. “Maybe by the end of this week. At any rate, we’ll soon have started trying in earnest.”
GIRION WATCHED JOCASTA step out of the simple pink dress she wore, something like the attire he had first seen her in.
She looked... more regal. More elegant. More mature.
Being married to me has aged her. The responsibility, the attack, the tasks she sets herself.
.. “I love you more each day. Each passing second. You might not think that’s true, but it is,” he murmured, shedding his own clothes.
Even though he loved the sun on her sweet, smooth skin, he closed one curtain, and she closed the other before she dropped her final stitch of clothing to the floor.
“No, I believe you. I have to. I know it’s true, since it happens with me, too.
” Jocasta whispered. She slid into the bed, lying on the top of the covers and stretching, letting the tension melt from her.
She held her hands out, and he joined her, rolling easily to cover her body with his much larger one.
The feel of her against him was enough to wake up his body and remind him how badly he wanted to sheath himself inside of her, how badly he wanted to taste her, every inch.
He rolled back to his back and pulled her forward, up, over his face, so that her thighs warmed his ears, and he sank his hands greedily into her plump, round cheeks.
“Girion!”
“Oh, yes. I do love when you call my name, Jo,” he purred from under her, burying his face in her womanhood, determined to lick and suck every inch until she was begging for his cock to split her open.
Jocasta, ever stubborn, couldn’t let him have his meal in peace. No, she had to give it her own spin, which she did now, literally, spinning so that her haunches still rested over his face, but now her mouth was kissing and licking a path down to his hardness.
She greedily grabbed him and began to pump, running her tongue around and over his smooth crown before swallowing around him, pulling him deep into her mouth.
As she devoured him, he parted her pink folds to stare at the glistening inside, working fingers from each hand into her silken tunnel, pulling her open as he sucked on her hard nub.
“I’m getting you ready for me, my love. I can’t bear just staying outside anymore.
I want to be in you, even if it’s only an inch or so,” he murmured between laps of her juices.
The more his tongue and fingers delved, the more she gave.
Her walls tightened, but she took two fingers, then three, with nothing more than moans of pleasure.
Her moans sent vibrations purring up and down his shaft.
“An inch or two isn’t enough. I want every inch. I want to be full of you. Stretched with you. I want to feel your seed when it enters me. Do you know how that feels? To want someone like that?” she gasped, letting herself take a break for air.
“I know it all too well. It was one of the things I hoped I’d still have a chance to do.
To tell you I loved you.” Girion pushed her off gently, spun her around, and rolled them over, licking his lips free of her essence.
“To make love with you, and see our family born and raised. You gave me back all of those chances.”
“I prayed for those same things,” she admitted, holding him tight, feeling him line up at her entrance.
His crown pressed into her, and she winced as it popped in, the thick shaft following faster than he’d intended.
Her gasp was sharp, and he felt the stretch that happened deep inside of her, deeper than where his fingers could reach.
Too late, he realized his weight and size might have forced her open too swiftly.
“I meant to be slower,” he apologized, dropping kisses on her brow and cheeks.
“There’s no need. Not when I’ve been so impatient to feel you in me.”
“Not all of me is. Not yet.” Girion held still, looking for her face to relax. When it did, and her eyes opened, he raised his hips slowly, letting his cock shift out before plunging back in.
Jocasta let out a wail, her nails digging into his back. “Ohhh, God. Yes! Fill me,” she panted, bucking to meet his thrusts.
“I don’t want to hurt anything,” he cautioned.
“Ohh, it doesn’t hurt. It’s addictive, Girion, how it fills every inch. Pleasures that I never knew existed are running through me. You are touching every hidden nerve and spot at once.”
Girion sighed in relief and let his body set the pace, making sure Jocasta matched it, feeling the resistance in her body fade until he was grunting, rutting in her hard, kissing her between smothered screams of ecstasy. “Is it truly that good?” he wanted to know.
She nodded, eyes closed, her hands on her own breasts, tugging hard on her nipples. He leaned and captured one, sucking like a feral creature, growling over his treasure.
Her breast in my mouth. Her slit stuffed full of me.
His hardest thrusts hit the unyielding entrance to her womb and made her gasp.
A thousand lewd thoughts came to mind when he watched her writhing in pleasure, taking his cock to the hilt, until he could see her belly slightly round when he was buried.
He sat back on his knees to observe the sight of her spread around him, pink walls stretched tight, and juices wetting their curls, spread over their thighs.
Every intimacy in one sacred, secret picture, he thought, taking his thumb over her nub and rubbing her as she toyed with her nipples. “When you peak, I will fill you,” he panted.
“Soon. Soon, God, yes, Girion. Soon!” Jo moaned, digging her fingers into his hand where it rested on her mound.
“Soon?” he encouraged, feeling her walls tighten, flutter, and then seeing her face twist. His hand flew against her bead, pushing her into a climax and keeping her there as his own body fell, unable to resist the peak any longer.
Thick ropes of cum, hot and sticky, poured from him, decorating her insides, marking her.
“My love. My queen,” Girion whispered, sweating, heaving from bowing low to kiss her.
“My love. My king.” She stroked his scared face with a smile.
He lowered himself slowly, making sure he stayed inside of her, unwilling to leave her warmth. Unwilling to leave her, ever. “Have I told you yet today that I am so grateful you are my bride? My wife?” he asked.
Jocasta chuckled. “I am very confident that you showed me a thousand times over.” She looked at him with something sweet and seductive in her eyes.
Girion growled playfully and kissed her neck. “Give me ten minutes, beloved, and I’ll show you a thousand times more.”
The End