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( not too smutty though it is heavily suggested. more drabbleish than anything. i hope thats alright)
It was inevitable, really.
The first prince and princess, although related by blood, were to be wed. And everyone was estatic.
To be quite truthful, it was something oppressed on her by her mother, that she needed an heir sometime soon or her womb would become barren. She gave her time, but eventually just made her own decisions.
Who knows what her ulterior motives were? It was something neither of them wanted to ponder.
And it wasn’t so much that she disliked him (she enjoyed his presence far more than her brother ever would), but their personalities differed greatly.
Kouen was fiery, sometimes hot headed, but fierce. He was unafraid to display his authority using force. Hakuei was a gentle breeze. She preferred to step in as a pacifist, she abhorred useless fighting.
Their wedding was a grand one, marked with hundreds of guests, a large feast of a plethora of food, and many, many congratulations. It seemed the entire empire was anticipating them to marry, as well.
By night time, she was exhausted. Heavy robes weighed her shoulders down, her feet aching from shoes solely made for decoration. As a “gift” her mother prepared for her a relaxing environment at the bath, closing it to anyone other than herself and her newly wed husband.
When they made love in the bath, it certainly was not the first time. He was fortunate to know the touch of her skin prior to their love making, though it wasn’t something known to most.
Every curve of her body fit beautifully inside of his hands. Her warm skin was softer than the finest silk the empire had to offer. Her breasts were so supple and full, he enjoyed playing with those quite a lot, if not more than her other body parts.
Despite her doe like appearance, Hakuei knew what she was doing when it came to pleasing her beloved. Her mouth and her hands were eager to give love to his throbbing member, before inserting the entire shaft into her own trembling body.
He was surprisingly gentle while dominating, giving her adaquate time to prepare her body. He could have been born as some kind of sex god (as told by many other women he was forced to sleep with). Calloused fingers drove her insane with just a few touches and arguably fortunate for her, he knew just how to push the right buttons.
She tasted sweet, much like the rest of her body. Her fingers knotted in his hair as he explored every last square inch of her swollen bud. He sucked on the outerlips and received a moan. He licked inside, a louder one. It was like music to his ears.
And after a while he gave her enough time to dominate. It would not be fair if he didn’t. Hakuei wasn’t a delicate piece of porcelain, she was as sturdy as his best sword.
He didn’t like it when she’d suck him (he considered it to be a bit dirty in his own eyes), but gave her the pleasure of doing so. And dear Solomon, she was incredible. Every flick of her tongue, the look of her blushing face as she bobbed up and down, and the feeling of her tongue under the bottom of him was enough to make him aroused beyond knowing. But of course he didn’t release into her mouth; sometimes he was close and she was covered in sticky white liquid (which she lapped up anyways), but most of the time he waited until he was inside of her.
And after everything, she lay on top of him, cuddling into the crook of his neck as his hands brushed through her navy locks. He told her repeatedly how much he loved her, despite knowing her heart was not fully devoted to her. And in turn, she would kiss him on the lips gently, returning the love that was so graciously given to her.
Occasionally, he played with her breasts before resting (often when he was tired in bed), suckling her erected peaks gently as if he were soothing them. Other times, he massaged them gently. She often teased him of his love for her chest, but he wasn’t going to lie when he said he loved women with big breasts (but she didn’t really challenge his affection towards them, anyways — in fact, she liked it when they were given so much attention). There was no one in the entire world who had a nicer body than her, and he was not going to hide his love for it, either.
In the morning, he always found himself cuddled in between her breasts, using them almost like a pillow, as she gently kissed his nose and forehead and lips while she believed him to be sleeping. He often surprised her with a morning kiss.
And so the day went on as normal, until they were reunited and alone. For extra special times, Hakuei would even put on some of the nicest lingerie she owned just to make it more enjoyable.
There were even days when they wouldn’t have sex, they just lay together in bed and enjoyed each others company. He let her know how much he loved her, and she kissed him in response. It was quiet days like those that really kindled their relationship.
But aside from everything, it was safe to say that nothing, not even death, could ever suppress his love for her.
