Daughter of Death -Chapter 32 (NSFW) (Patreon)

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CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

The private wedding ceremony between Her Royal Highness Princess Reina of Bayern and Lord Ferdinand of Moravia did not in fact last long. This surprised the young woman but she was pleasured by the fact that it was a short procedure until she was bound to Ferdinand by word and legal bond. She pledged herself to her husband and he to her before the witness of the bishop and two officials from The Royal Council of Bayern. And then after the marriage rite was gone through and a golden band slipped upon her finger, Princess Reina was now a wife!

As the two made their way out of the royal chapel where only days before she had been laid low ready for funeral rites, Reina couldn’t help but pull Ferdinand in for a deep kiss of passion which he returned eagerly.

“I have waited so long for this,” she breathed against his skin as the two scandalously let their lips roam over the other shamelessly.

Ferdinand whispered something under his breath as his tongue explored her mouth for a moment and he pressed kisses to her neck and the small bit of skin exposed underneath that where the neckline of her dress began.

Reina once again felt her legs weaken in anticipation of finally having Ferdinand take her body to his but instead her husband once again pulled away before she could get too aroused. “We...must save this for later my love,” he muttered with a look of regret. Catching some witnesses to their public display, he made them forget it had ever happened.

Reina growled and pulled Ferdinand’s face back to her, “When I am Queen you will not deny me thus,” she hissed in frustration and he smiled at her ferocity.

“When you are Queen I shall not have to Reina. Come, the day still holds more for us before we may partake in the gifts of the flesh which we are obligated and willing to receive upon this our wedding night.”

Reina had hoped that Ferdinand would officially make them man and wife before she attended to the rest of her duties for that day. But her husband –oh the delight to say to herself! –spoke to convince her that they must honor all else so as they were then free to do as they pleased uninterrupted from dusk until dawn –and then some.

So Ferdinand’s bride allowed herself to be returned to her obligations knowing that the satisfaction of being a good Anointed Queen still stirred her heart and pride. She let The Council explain to her the matters of the invitations they’d had drawn up the afternoon before for her coronation that was to take place the day of her birthday, at her request. Then Reina being satisfied with the final details placed her royal signature on the invitations that were to be sent out immediately to the neighbouring kingdoms.

Seeing all of these official documents with The Royal Seal and her own signature penned in ink inflated Reina’s ego. She was only an Anointed Queen but knowing this and the fact that in less than a week she would be officially crowned as sovereign ruler of her country wherein she was the most important person in her land gave her great pleasure and satisfaction.

Following the signing of documents and invitations, Reina was obliged to accept visitors come to pay her homage in the Receiving Chamber. This again made her self-importance rise in her breast and by the time she took a meal with several nobles and members of Council later that evening, she already felt like she were Queen over all.

Even Ferdinand could tell and his gaze spoke to the fire that he held inside at her confidence and superiority.

Reina retired from the revelries with her secret husband in tow and she was met in the corridors by three members of Council.

Before she could become annoyed and send them away, Ferdinand soothed her enough to hear their words, “We must understand the custom here in Bayern for I know it not. I wish for our...contract to one another to be legal in all senses,” he spoke as plainly as he could out of respect and in case of eavesdroppers. Only a small select few people had been privy to their wedding that day and Ferdinand and Reina for that matter hoped to keep it that way until her official announcement.

Placated, Reina allowed them to take her to a private chamber to speak and listened to them explain that she would have a regular amount of chamber maids to ready her for bed and that once they were sent away and the time was upon her that Lord Ferdinand would be admitted to her chamber.

The following morning a single chamber maid would be admitted to undress the bed discreetly after which her regular attendants would arrive to attend to her personal needs. Lord Ferdinand would naturally be gone from the chamber before the above would take place, escorted by a set of two pages through a small passage then back to his own chamber.

Reina wanted to roll her eyes at all the ceremony but she saw something in Ferdinand’s face that showed interest with a hint of glee behind it and so she trusted that he likely had his own plans. That was more than enough for her to go along with this all, then.

After the Councilmen departed, Ferdinand bid her a short but socially acceptable farewell as any suitor might provide his lady-love of nobility. “It will not be long my love,” he whispered as he kissed her hand and she smiled and bid him goodnight and he left with the young pages who had been assigned to attend to him during his stay here in the castle.

Then Reina went with excitement to her own chamber and had her ladies-in-waiting undress her thinking at any moment that Ferdinand would arrive and that the two of them would make the audience leave so they could share in their wedding night. But this did not happen and by the time her hair was being combed out as she sat in her nightgown on a comfortable plush chair, Reina was frustrated and impatient. She had wanted Ferdinand to take the pleasure of ‘preparing’ her for their night together.

But all went as The Council had explained.

She pouted for only a brief moment before being unable to hide the smile of happiness and excitement after Ferdinand had emerged into her chamber from the secret passage that connected all royals’ chambers to other corridors leading into the consort’s bedchambers. There were four such rooms like these in this castle and Reina was happy to know she did not now occupy the one her father and step-mother had been given together.

“My darling,” he greeted with a bow.

She giggled in complete elation as she bounded towards him, hair loose and flowing behind her, and skipped into his arms. Ferdinand kissed his happy bride and pulled back to gaze at her. “You are beautiful, Reina.”

“And you are...clothed,” she expressed with some confusion and disappointment.

He chuckled and let go of his arms around her to step back a moment. “Do not worry it shall not be for long.” Ferdinand pressed kisses to the knuckles of each of her hands.

Reina smiled and felt joy building up inside of her. She noticed now that he was not so much dressed as she’d thought for his doublet was missing and he only wore a shirt and trousers and boots which he began to remove only a moment later. Then as he saw her grin he removed his shirt and exposed his bare chest to which Reina responded to ask whether she should undo her nightgown. “No,” he expressed, “Keep it on just a short while longer. I shall...guide you.”

Reina couldn’t help but kiss him and he let her before standing back again and moving just a bit further. “I want you to behold me first, my bride. We have both waited so long let us enjoy these moments.”

Reina watched mutely as he undid the laces holding his trousers and he paused to look at her for just a moment, “No doubt your eyes have seen very few men in your years but I hope that this sight of your husband now pleases you for it pleases me to stand before you: my love and my Queen.”

“Yes,” she whispered softly, pleased by his words and at that Ferdinand removed the last of his clothing to stand before his bride ready for her eyes to receive the sight of him.

Reina found herself excited as she took in the uncovered curves of his body and beheld his manhood –a sight she had only ever guessed at and fantasised about before.

“Is my wife pleased?” he exhaled gently after giving her a moment of observation. Reina responded to the affirmative with a small nod of her head. Ferdinand smiled and stepped towards her and brushed her hair behind her back with gentle caresses.

“I am ready, Ferdinand,” she exhaled, feeling anticipation building. He merely nodded and carefully looked down at her form for only a moment before sliding her nightgown off her shoulders and taking a small step back as they both let it slide down her figure to expose her breasts and then her curves before it crumpled at her feet.

He made a soft sound and Reina beheld his arousal at seeing her naked form in front of him at last. She felt contented that she had this effect over him though it was only because she saw the fire in his eyes and she understood its meaning.

Ferdinand wasted no time and picked her up, kissing her whilst carrying her to her bed –now their bed—and laid her out.

Their lips pulled apart and Ferdinand sat up on his knees to look down at her, smiling in happiness as she in turn looked up at him in excitement feeling the anticipation throbbing inside her. “I have wanted this,” she exhaled breathily, “for a very long time my dearest. I am so happy.”

“I am too Reina,” he whispered as he moved himself forward to kiss her once more for a few moments before pulling back. “I don’t want to hurt you, love, but I am happy to be with you,” he told his wife before sliding in.

Reina moaned from the feeling and Ferdinand only paused long enough to make sure she wasn’t hurt before he began to make love to her –officially consummating them as husband and wife at last.

Reina could not describe the feelings she felt as they christened their love finally after such an arduous wait. She was a mixture of happiness, excitement, pleasure and elation as their bodies moved together in the long awaited act she had so desired and their mouths roamed over each other’s while they pulled each other closer as though desiring their souls to touch.

“Can you feel that?” he exhaled as he pulled back to kiss her jaw and her neck, “That rising feeling of something within you.”

“Yes,” she exhaled, moaning softly as she paid attention to the rising of it between her legs with each renewed movement.

“Let me know when it is uncontrollable for we shall experience that together.”

Reina felt his hands roaming over her neck and cheeks and breasts and arms and she felt truly in a moment of pure ecstasy. She let her hands find the small of his back and move downward and feeling his thrusting now in two ways she cried out, alerting him to the feeling she was experiencing and within another second or so she came –her body bucking as she rode the feeling through to its conclusion whilst Ferdinand allowed himself the same as he pressed their mouths together hard and let them both come down off their physical high.

Reina had never felt more exhilarated in her life and she held her husband, panting for several moments in bliss of it all before she confessed, “That was even better than I imagined.”

The grin on Ferdinand’s face could not have been wider. After a short while, he kissed her mouth and pulled himself out from between her legs then started to slide down her body trailing a couple of kisses as he went.

“What are you doing?” Reina asked curiously as she watched him from her position feeling her heart still beating quickly from all the excitement.

“The blood of a freshly plucked virgin is said to be good luck and quite delicious,” he declared softly as his hand came to his mouth from below him between his legs and he sampled a taste.

Just as Reina understood what he meant, his tongue was on her thighs and then lapping up the space between her legs. She cried out in surprise and ecstasy as her husband remained there between her legs, slowly working. It wasn’t long before she climaxed again and he climbed up and kissed her passionately as she rode the softer waves and tasted her own sample of the blood he’d taken with his tongue. She had to agree –it tasted wonderful.

“I am going to make love to you again,” he whispered against her lips as he slid into her again.

His wife felt pleasured and let out a soft, pleased sound. 

Ferdinand threw her head to the side and bit her neck as he thrust into her again and again making love to her and Reina was so turned on that he began to taste it in her blood. She didn’t take long to finish and Ferdinand covered her mouth to silence her cries of euphoria so that he could enjoy his last moments before he too finally climaxed again.

He moved from between her legs and rolled over onto his back. Reina lay panting beside him in complete happiness.

“And now,” he proclaimed softly once their breathing had slowed again, “I will give you your wedding present.”

“That wasn’t it?” she exhaled slyly.

He chuckled at that and rolled to press a deep kiss to her lips. “Of course not my love. Now I will truly make us one flesh and blood.”

“Will it hurt?” she asked, suddenly fearful and curious at once.

“Me? Not for long. For you not at all.”

She smiled gently at him feeling a little nervous anticipation. She had not felt so for consummating their marriage but this was a bit different, she supposed.

“I’ll make love to you again slowly.” Reina nodded, giving him permission to do so and this time was very sensual and slow. “Drink from me,” he whispered in her ear and after a moment, she did as they slowly made love together in the flickering light of the lanterns around the room.

After a short while, Reina slowed and Ferdinand gently pulled her face away. Reina watched his wounds slowly disappearing as he looked down at her, slowing to a stop at her hips. “Sleep now love. Your body is changing,” he whispered softly after pressing their lips together in a kiss.

Reina nodded slowly as her husband separated from her and rested beside her. She realized that she was too tired to argue or do much else.

“I love you, Reina,” he told her tenderly as he caressed her cheek.

“I love you, Ferdinand,” she returned genuinely before she gave into the sudden bout of exhaustion and fell off to sleep.

~

When Reina woke again in the middle of the night, she realized that most of the lanterns had burnt themselves out. The room around her was dim but the feeling was warm. She realized as she rolled over towards her beloved that she was feeling a bit better. The young bride moved over him and kissed him on the mouth.

Ferdinand smiled into it as her body touched his again and he felt the soft skin of her breasts and stomach brush against him. “Move your hips,” he directed softly and Reina allowed his hands to guide her for a moment to straddle him before she interrupted softly,

“Is this...okay?” 

He smiled at her naïvety and innocence. “It is alright, Reina. Wives may make love to their husbands too,” he reassured her. His hands gently led her and helped her to guide him in. Then Ferdinand pulled her in and kissed her on the mouth and soon enough she was making love to him. 

After a few more moments of kissing Ferdinand, she sat up and he grinned seeing his wife before him. His hands caressed her breasts and began to fondle her taut nipples as she moved her hips against him, enjoying this new experience. The two smiled at one another, happy in this moment as they took gratification from the other. “Lean back a little,” he directed suddenly and obeying him she was pushed over her edge and finished, crying out softly as pleasure went through her entire body. Panting she leaned down and kissed him eagerly, her loose dark hair making a curtain around their faces momentarily.

Her husband grinned and kissed back nibbling on her lip a little. “Now either you get off of me or I will have to flip you over and take you until it hurts.”

Reina was only momentarily surprised by his proposition. “You may break your promise—” she told him –referring to his vow before he had first taken her earlier that night.

Without another word, he flipped them over never leaving her and began pounding. Reina found it a bit uncomfortable now with his rapid pace and yet she wanted this in some masochistic way and so pulled on his back as she softly moaned from the actions. “You’re such a good wife. I love you Reina,” he whispered in her ear panting and she came as he continued to thrust in pleasure for awhile before he stopped having fulfilled his climax.

The two lay side by side for a short while as they got hold of their breathing again. Ferdinand was the first to break the silence, “I have plucked you and marked you as my own. Nothing can separate us now except true death.”

She adjusted and remained laid on her back, her head against his shoulder and her nose practically against his cheek. He cupped her pale breast in his left hand and gently fondled it with his thumb. “We will experience so many new things together and we have eternity to share in them together.”

“I am so happy,” she whispered in response. “I cannot wait. Tonight alone has been the best night of my life. I love you Ferdinand my dearest heart. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he echoed as he brushed some hair from her damp forehead.

The two lay content in silence staring at each other in the dim flickering that cast short shadows around the room.

Eventually his hands wandered to caress the shape of her stomach then her hips before settling just above the dark section where her legs parted. Ferdinand’s face seemed pensive now as he gazed there before looking her back in the eyes. “You will never be a mother. Does that bother you?”

Reina was surprised by the question but she had an easy answer, “No. I wouldn’t know how to be one; I’ve never had one have I?”

Ferdinand was satisfied with the answer and smiled before his lips met hers again and they let their tongues roam and explore one another yet again. Just when Reina thought they might make love yet again, her husband spoke to her, “Now sleep darling and we’ll make love again in the morning.”

“But—”

“Your body is still changing love. Trust me you’ll need the rest. And besides that, I will be more than happy to have you again first thing in the morning when you awake.”

Placated by this response, Reina got comfortable and closed her eyes to fall asleep in her lover’s arms once more.

Come morning, Ferdinand was all too happy to make good on his promise. He kissed her good morning and she kissed back before he sat up and gathered her in his arms and let her straddle him again so that they could be joined once more. Reina was both enthused and aroused by the two of them enjoying the other whilst sitting up in the middle of the bed. Their mouths found each other every so often but Ferdinand seemed all too pleased to let his linger on her neck and her breasts especially and she enjoyed the feeling.

That was, until they were no longer alone in the room. Reina cried out softly in alarm and stopped moving her hips against him but Ferdinand only stopped when he realized Reina was distressed. He turned his face to gaze at what was causing her such panic. It was a servant woman gazing wide eyed at the two of them –shocked into mutely standing stock still unable to avert her gaze at first.

Ferdinand glanced at his wife before looking back at the servant who was now trying to stammer an apology and seemed unable to decide where to keep her eyes. “She can watch,” he told Reina, unaffected by this new development of having an audience, “Watch,” he commanded as he turned Reina’s gaze back on him and quickly finished his wife off.

Reina was simultaneously intoxicated by the haughtiness and unaffected attitude he had towards this as well as the way he’d seemed to know just what to do to her now in this moment to bring them both over the edge together in time. She hugged herself to him as she panted from the exertion and Ferdinand spoke to the servant,

“Now what is it you have come to tell us? Speak quickly and do not focus on what you’ve just witnessed.”

Reina barely heard the response of the timid woman though The Princess understood the general context that this person was coming to initiate what had been spoken of the evening before.

Ferdinand thanked the servant for the news but had her wait just a moment and look at him after Reina had removed herself from his embrace and was trying to modestly cover herself with the fabric of the bed sheets. “You will not speak of what you have seen to anyone. However should anyone ask you will confirm that you saw evidence that we have consummated the marriage and christened this marriage bed.”

“Yes, Your Lordship,” the woman replied with a curt nod then before he could say or do anything else that brought a blush to her cheeks she scurried from the room.

“Ferdinand—”

He turned to his wife who was looking a bit anxious. “Do not be modest my love. You are the future queen and as such now you are a princess; royal blood and the heir to the throne. Do not let anyone make you feel uncomfortable or that you are being judged. You are God’s vessel here upon earth so far as they are concerned and to yourself you are a force to be reckoned with and a miracle in so many senses. Whatever your desires or choices you have the right to have them and to make them and no one is to ever, ever question you; not even me, do you understand Reina? Even before I made you like me you were superior to all around you and now you and I both are untouchable and invincible. We can take what we want when we want and anyone who gets in our way can be dealt with easily. The world and this kingdom are ours.”

Reina’s smile slowly grew as her husband spoke to her so assuredly. She felt her ego boost immediately and she dropped her hands allowing the fabric to drop too and render her naked form in full view again. “I shall never doubt again, love.”

“Good. Once you are Queen of Bayern, truly nothing can stop you.”

“And it won’t,” Reina whispered as she moved forward and pressed her lips to his in a tender and chaste kiss of thanks. ‘And it won’t.’