DF232 - You Shook Me All Night Long (Elara) (Explicit) (Patreon)

“My real present is the new bed,” Kelsey whispered to Elara.

“What?”

Elara hadn’t expected the sudden interjection. The feast was dying down—actually, it was over. It was just that most of the guests didn’t have anywhere else to go. Prince Jiro had left, radiating his displeasure, and most of the guests were mobbing Anton with requests or probing inquiries. Elara was just now realising that nobles looking to importune her were being fended off by her two fellow wives. Graciously, in Suliel’s case, and with a cold and icy disdain that Elara hadn’t known Aris was capable of projecting.

“Don’t get me wrong, the guns are real. But it’s like when a guy gets a girl a set of sexy lingerie. She’s gonna wear it, but he’s the one who gets the benefit.”

Kelsey had her arm around Elara’s shoulder like they were old friends. This interaction was outside of what her training had covered, but she was nothing if not adaptable.

“I think I understand. Whatever benefit I gain from using them will serve to progress your own plans.”

“Exactly! On the other hand, realising that you probably don’t want to spend your wedding night in the bed that your aunt was recently killed in—that’s me being nice.”

“That’s very true,” Elara said faintly. With all that had gone on, she’d forgotten about that particular detail, but the sight of the burning corpse was suddenly vividly visible in her mind’s eye. Her mouth kept talking automatically. “Thank you, that was very kind.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kelsey said with a dismissive wave. “You kill enough people, you pick up a knack for these things.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Aris said, peeling Kelsey's arm off Elara. “Our Queen has an appointment to keep.”

Elara felt her face grow warm at the implication. Kelsey pouted.

“Aw, I don’t get to come with? I wanted to watch!”

“Um, I hadn’t actually considered how… it works with three wives?” Elara stumbled over her words. This was another situation that wasn’t covered in the etiquette books.

“We decided,” Aris said with a glare at Kelsey, “That you should have Anton’s undivided attention on your wedding night. We can work the rest out later.”

She dragged Elara back into the castle and up the stairs. It wasn’t that Elara was unwilling, exactly; she was just nervous and coming up with excuses. Aris dismissed Elara’s concerns and kept pushing her up the stairs. They were soon joined by Suliel, who joined in the gentle chivvying.

“Let’s get you out of this dress,” Suliel said. She slipped behind Elara and started unlacing

“I’m sorry, I should have a lady-in-waiting to help me,” Elara said, as if Suliel hadn’t helped her into the dress this morning.

“Nonsense. This is something that all of us wives can get used to doing for each other,” Suliel claimed.

“I’ll go fetch Anton,” Aris said. She slipped away, and Elara’s heart skipped a beat.

This is really happening.

Suliel pulled the dress of Elara, leaving her only in her shift. Elara sat on the bed so that her boots could be removed.

What is this?

Suliel looked over at the shock on Elara’s face and laughed. “Kelsey said she made you a bed. Did you think it would be normal?”

“If I’d tried guessing, I would have thought that it would be made of bones,” Elara admitted, “But this… It’s so soft… and smooth.”

“It’s very comfortable,” Suliel purred. She knelt down and started unlacing Elara’s boots. “Very supportive and very strong. Kelsey promised us that the floor would fail before it did.”

Elara felt the flush spread all over her upper body, but before she could respond, there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it,” Suliel said, taking Elara’s boots with her. She set them aside on her way to the bedroom door.

“My Lady,” Anton said from the threshold.

Suliel giggled. “My Lord,” she said, stretching up for a kiss. Anton bent down to accommodate her. Then she slipped around him, pushing him forward.

“She’s all yours,” she said, closing the door behind her.

He took a few steps further into the room. He had removed most of the clothes he had been wearing at the feast, leaving only a long tunic made of spider silk. It was strong enough to turn away blades, but it was so sheer that it clung to his muscled form. Elara couldn’t look away, pinned in place like a rabbit chased by a hawk.

His skin was much lighter than she was used to, a clear sign of mixed blood, often derided in court—the darker one’s skin, the purer the Tiatian heritage. Light-skinned nobles did crop up from time to time, overcoming the prejudice, but the sight of him made Elara feel that she was engaging in an illicit affair with a commoner.

It only added to her excitement.

He sat down next to her and put his arm around her. Warm and strong—she could never escape it, and she would never want to.

“How did you want to proceed?” he asked softly.

“Um, My L—Anton, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” she blurted. “We needed a political alliance, and you already have two wives. You can— If you—”

She stopped. Anton had put a finger to her lips.

“If you don’t want to, we can talk about that,” he said. “You’ll need to convince the girls, but I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want. But this marriage—this family—is built on equality between each of us, and none of us wants to be married to someone who isn’t a full partner.”

He pulled her closer, his finger still touching her lips.

“And if you think I don’t want to bed the beautiful princess in my arms, I only know of one way to convince you.”

Elara’s heart was pounding too hard for her to take a breath. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, licking Anton’s finger. Her first taste of her husband.

Anton raised his eyebrows, but slid her finger into her mouth. Her lips closed around it, sucking it in further. Her tongue coiled around his digit, like… like…

What am I doing! She scolded herself. I’m sucking on his finger like a common—Her cheeks burned with humiliation. But it felt so warm and solid in her mouth…

She didn’t know why she did it. She knew that she couldn’t hurt him—she didn’t want to hurt him. But her teeth closed down with all her strength on his finger.

He wasn’t hurt. He wasn’t even upset.

“Should I say something about liking feisty women?” he asked.

“I’m sorry!” she blurted, letting go of his finger and jerking her head back. “I wasn’t trying—”

“I know.” He pulled her easily into his lap, so she was straddling him, her shift hiked above her thighs. His hands slid along her back, a warm pressure. “Were you like that with your first husband?”

His face was so close, she could smell his breath, scented with the wine they’d had that evening. “Sometimes we—he liked—not like that, though.”

“You knew that I could take it,” Anton said. His hands moved down, cupping and squeezing her buttocks.

“I did!” she gasped. Her back started to arch at the surprising touch, and she was suddenly aware of the warmth of his legs between her thighs.

“Well, I don’t mind. Scratching and biting, that’s all fine. But my tongue isn’t as invulnerable as the rest of me, so can I ask you to spare it?”

“Of course, my Lord.” Her cheeks were burning again.

“Anton,” he corrected. One hand slid up her back, dragging her shift with it, up and over her belly. He pulled her closer, pressing her against his chest. “You promise?”

He’s going to kiss me. His lips were only an inch away from hers.

“I promise… Anton.”

His lips touched hers. At the same moment, he squeezed her bare butt cheek. She gasped, opening her mouth into his kiss, and his tongue invaded fearlessly. She tasted wine on his lips, and she found her arms going around his neck, pulling herself closer.

Time stopped, for just a moment, and then she was breaking off the kiss, gasping for breath. Her arms were guided gently upwards as he lifted her shift over her head. Her breasts were exposed, her dark skin drinking in the yellow light from Kelsey’s strange glass candles.

“Are you cold?” Anton asked, and this time she felt the vibration of his voice running through her.

She shook her head. “Not as long as you warm me.”

He laughed and stood up, lifting her easily, only to turn around and deposit her onto the bed. Even with everything that was going on, she still managed to be shocked by the simple sensation of lying on her back. The bed supported her with a firm and supple embrace, unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Her attention was jerked back to Anton as he pulled off his tunic. She drank in the sight of his smooth-curved muscles, his illicitly pale brown skin. Her eyes drifted down.

He was darker there than the rest of him. Elara couldn’t look away until he crawled over her, covering her with his body and blocking her view. Her legs were already spreading for him, shamelessly, but he didn’t enter her yet.

“My lips are up here,” he said, and proved it by kissing her. His weight pressed down on her, pushing her further into the sinfully soft mattress. Elara moaned into his kiss, and her hands reached out, trying but failing to rake her fingernails across his back.

He didn’t even notice. He pulled back, just a little. “Warmer?”

“Yes,” she gasped. She was burning up from embarrassment and lust and his body above her was a furnace.

Anton chuckled. She tried to drag him back down to her lips, but he kissed her on the neck instead, making her shiver. Then he moved lower, slowly placing kisses on her breasts until he reached her nipples.

She cried out for more as he kissed them, licked them and then gently bit them as they hardened under his attentions. He switched back and forth, driving her crazy with anticipation. He listened to her reactions, learning how to toy with her.

“That’s your favourite, isn’t it?” he asked after lashing his tongue back and forth against one nipple. His fingers twirled around the other one, slippery with his saliva. She could only whimper in response.

“Where did you learn to do this?” she asked. He just smiled and kept going.

Of course, he has two other wives.

Anton left her breasts behind. His kisses travelled inexorablely down, down to the area that had been longing for his attentions. It took her far too long to work out what he was going to do.

“Wait, thats—” Dirty, she was about to say. Shame stopped her. She tried to find words to explain that she needed to wash herself before Anton went between her legs.

He didn’t seem to care though. He kissed her most private part without flinching, sending a shiver through her. Then an amazing warm liquid feeling enveloped her as he took her into his mouth.

She wanted to die. He was tasting her sweat and… other things and she couldn’t get enough of it. She pushed her crotch into his mouth even as she tried to jerk away. Anton rode through it all, unaffected by her spasms. He was in control, patiently searching out her sweetest spots. There was nothing she could do except let the tension build up inside of her. Build up until she burst in a giant, shuddering orgasm.

“Not bad for a first try,” Anton said, crawling up to kiss her again. His face was wet, she didn’t want to think about what it was wet with. She was gasping for breath, her chest heaving. “More?”

She nodded, unable to find words. Anton adjusted his postion and she felt him against her entrance, hard and hot. His tip slid slickly against her flesh, lubricated by her previous orgasm.

“Ready?” he asked, and she nodded again.

He pushed himself into her with one long movement. She gave a high, keening gasp as he pushed her apart. He blinked, looking surprised.

“Oh right, you’re not a virgin,” he said. “I guess I don’t need to wait, then.”

He pulled halfway out and then thrust back in. Harder, this time.

Elara’s world exploded, and then he thrust into her again. And again. And again. It felt so good, but Elara couldn’t think through the moaning and the screaming.

Wait, is that me making all the noise?

Dimly, she was aware of her legs wrapping around him, of her hands, scratching at his chest and back. His ear came dangerously close to her mouth—deliberately? She snapped at it, grasping it between her teeth. Some part of her, very far away despaired at her animalistic behaviour, but the beast was in charge now. Anton had brought it out, had taunted it beyond restraint and now…

He was taming it. Elara went limp as the second orgasm tore through her body, spasming her muscles and draining her strength. The beast wanted to fight, to bite and scratch but there was nothing left, no way for her to even move. Slowly, she came back to find herself nestled in the crook of Antons arm as they lay back in the bed.

“You went a little wild there,” Anton said. “What’s say we have a little break before we start round two?”