When she touched his face, smiling furtively, and got on her tiptoes to kiss his chin, Rhovian's chest began to move up and down quickly. She slid her hand under his chemise, touching his abdomen skin with her fingertips, and could hear a faint groaning, almost a moaning cooking from his mouth.
His chest now moved in such a big amplitude and quick rhythm that it looked like he was going to faint. But she was not quite close to finishing yet.
— I waited so desperately for your return, my husband… — She whispered to his ear, making the skin on the side of his neck covered in goosebumps. Her abdomen was placed against the hard-rock protuberance between his legs. She rubbed herself some more against it. — You have also been yearning for me, right?
— Y… Ylenna… What are you-
— My prince… I have yearned deeply for you. — The words were pronounced slowly, with a dangerously provocative tone.
She started undoing the knots of his chemise, quickly loosening it enough for it to fall to the ground, revealing his bare chest. Ylenna was suddenly dumbstruck by the view of his body. His broad shoulders, strong chest and his abdomen that appeared to be made of muscle plates, with all those lines dividing the strong blocks of flesh. Everything in his body screamed that he had challenged himself to the limits of strength and won. And now she was trying her best to become a challenge he could not win against.
Her lips traced the skin of his neck from one side to the other while her hand memorized his chiseled torso, her breasts rubbing against his chest.
— Rhovian… — She used her free hand to take his, pulling it towards the place between her legs that was pulsing and vibrating with anticipation. When she placed his hand against her opening, she suddenly realized that it was completely damp with a sticky moisture. Ylenna felt unsure if that was something good but, as Rhovian moaned helplessly with the wet touch, she considered it to be desirable. She was breaking each of his barriers down, one after the other.
Seemingly unable to resist any longer, he used his free hand to grab her hair, pulling her face up and taking her lips with his. That time, the kiss was pretty different from the one they shared at the altar. He pushed his way into her mouth with his tongue, their mouths, lips and even chin getting more and more wet. At the same time, his right hand moved against the completely soaked skin of her feminine parts. Rhovian then carried Ylenna, roughly placing her in bed, then pulled down his loose trousers with one hand. His member was pulsing, its bulging veins so expanded that they seemed on the verge of bursting out. It definitely seemed bigger in both length and width than she was expecting, but Ylenna did not have time to learn all its details, because almost as soon as he undressed himself, Rhovian lied upon her body, though not penetrating her yet, but moving his hand roughly around her parts and making her breathing more and more unsteady. He started kissing her neck rougher than she had done to him. Her body's right side skin was all covered in goosebumps and she did not fight the urge to moan, releasing a faint, high pitched sound that just seemed to get the man even crazier. And the crazier he got, the more invested he seemed in getting those sounds coming from her, until he finally spoke through his panting:
— I can't… hold back any longer…
— My prince… please, fill me with your manhood.
That seemed to have been the straw that broke the camel's back. Rhovian groaned, suddenly moved his body, positioning himself straight upon her. He held her legs a bit up and to the sides, and then, finally, Ylenna felt him entering her. Though he went slowly, with what appeared to be the last drop of self-control he had, the pressure was quite intense. Suddenly, she felt like she could not breathe. The pain was acute and deep and she expelled the rest of air in her lungs while trying to adjust to the sensation, but, as soon as he had put it all inside her, he stopped moving his pelvis and started stroking on her nipple with his moist fingers and a new wave of pleasing sensations struck her. When she moaned faintly, having already forgotten the pain of his member inside of her, he slowly moved back, almost taking it all out, just to bring everything inside again, a bit faster than the first time. Not a moment went by without him stroking her breasts. Ylenna had her back arched, an unsteady breathing rhythm and a pulsing yearning in her feminine parts. He repeated the movement, each time going just a bit faster than the last one, until he was thrusting it inside of her with all his might. Ylenna's screams left her mouth before she could even realize that it was her producing those sounds. Her body was being bumped beneath him. The sensations coming from the shoving of his organ inside of hers were no more those of pain, but great pleasure, instead, that built up more and more until she felt like she would explode and her body was hit by a violent wave of spasms.
After some time, in which Rhovian worked tirelessly on top of her, she had felt so many of those explosions, followed by a complete dullness of mind and hard breathing, that she was pretty sure she could not keep going, but he did not stop, moaning more and more in a low tune, rusky, almost guttural sound, Her body felt almost limp, underneath the burning sweaty mountain of muscles that was him, when he, somehow, managed to thrust even faster, going in such a speed that she thought the bed would break at any moment, until he thrusted a last time, harder and deeper, not moving back again. Rhovian released a long moan while his body was struck by a violent tremor, and she could feel a hot moist substance flowing inside of her parts. Then, he slowly started to remove himself from inside of her.
It took a few seconds before he could manage to, with much effort, whisper the words:
— Did I hurt you?
Ylenna simply shook her head.
— Good. — Then, he turned aside, flopping into bed beside her and going unconscious immediately.
Ylenna was in awe with all of those sensations. Zena had told her that the intercourse could be pleasing for women, but she never thought that it would make her feel like that. She thought back of her movements and behavior while welcoming the prince when he got to the room, and was suddenly struck with a pint of self consciousness.
"Did I really do all that? How could I have no shame?"
But, even though she felt mortified, it was not in a guilty way. She was actually quite proud of how she achieved to bend the so mighty, secretive and full of self-control Rhovian Kozhar to her will by seducing him.
She loved that version of her she had just unleashed. For once in her life, but especially, since they got married, she felt in total control. Powerful, immensely desired.
Ylenna stared back at her husband, totally out of wits by her side. It occurred to her that he must have felt deeply exhausted from the journey. Maybe it was a bit heartless of her to push him to strain himself some more at that moment, but it did not matter now. He was getting his well-deserved rest. Ylenna kept watching him breath, his body totally uncovered, the broad chest rising up and down peacefully, in a steady rhythm.
He always looked handsome, but right now, it was the first time she was actually seeing him sleep. He looked calm, relaxed, and gentle like an angel. She silently prayed that she could watch that side of him every day of her life and that it would last for long. Ylenna placed a light blanket over his sleeping manly parts, more to avoid the urge to be curiously inspectionating it, and lied back down, using his arm as a pillow.
So, he did desire her, after all. He was not displeased by his wife. That realization washed her with a big sense of relief.
And, more importantly, in a circumstance where all she was allowed to was live as his wife and mother his children, she finally got her first chance to actually fulfill her role. Whatever it was expected or placed upon her, she only wanted it: to be useful. To stand proudly, being able to say she was doing her job quite well, thanks.
Being finally able to feel at ease, Ylenna cried herself to sleep for a happy reason, this time.