“Morrigan,” I gasp.
But she’s too busy mauling her way up my calves, nipping and kissing in equal amounts.Her fingers dig into my thighs as she wraps them around my hamstrings and tugs me to the edge of the chair.
“Spread,” she demands.
Her voice is commanding.It makes my body melt, my mind compliant.She raises herself onto her knees, pushing between my legs and leans up to kiss me.I reach around and drag my nails down her back.Her nipples and those silver bars react, tightening into peaks.As her tongue pushes into my mouth, my thumb brushes over her breasts.
She moans into my mouth and slips her hand from my legs to my core, drawing two fingers down my centre.
I whimper.“My queen.”
“My wife,” she replies.
Her fingers circle my clit, over and over, until my thighs burn, my own nipples tighten, and I am gasping against her kiss.
“So wet for me,” she says and places a single kiss against my lips.Her fingers push inside me.My head rolls back as I cry out her name.
“Fuck, Morrigan.”It’s all I can say as she drives inside me over and over.Her free hand pushes me until I rest against the back of the chair.She nestles between my legs, her tongue finding my clit and drawing over my throbbing apex.
“Oh gods,” I pant.My hips buck against her mouth as I grind against her.I open my eyes and stare at the sight of my wife between my legs.Her eyes lock onto mine while her tongue laps at my pussy, her breasts rocking with the movement of her fingers inside me.
It’s enough to make me come undone.But Morrigan slows, she’s clearly not done, intending to prolong my pleasure.
She licks hard and then soft, drawing her hot, wet mouth over my cunt until I’m bucking and screaming out, desperate for her to make me come.
As my walls clench against her fingers, she stops thrusting.My eyes widen, I was right there.
“What the…?”I say, ready to whine.
But she reaches beneath the throne and pulls out something that was taped to the underside of the seat.It’s long and thick.
“Oh,” I say.“Oh, I see.”
She slots her legs into the straps, pulls the dildo into place and tugs me off the throne.She’s careful to hold on to me as my legs shake from the pressure of an almost-orgasm.She swaps places to sit on the chair and tugs me over her lap, positioning me right over the head of the dildo.
“I think you need to break in your throne.”She grins, grabs my thighs and presses me down onto her lap, spearing me with the cock.
I moan as it thrusts up into me.Morrigan grips my hips and forces me to ride her.
“Fuck,” I whimper as I slide my arse up and down, up and down.She supports me with one hand and then slips her other hand between us to rub my clit.
“I may have always been your queen, but now you are mine.”
“Oh gods,” I rock my hips against her lap, grinding harder and harder as her fingers move quicker.Her lips find my nipples, licking and sucking until my body shivers with pleasure.
“My queen,” she breathes against my breasts.She flicks her fingers against my pussy, driving me closer, my body vibrating higher and higher.I’m panting, a line of sweat trickles down my spine as my thighs burn against the rhythm of riding her.
“Come for me, Stirling,” she says and sucks my nipple into her mouth, grazing her teeth over my peaked flesh.
At her words, I spill over the edge, my eyes roll shut and my body breaks apart.I cry out her name as my pussy clenches around the dildo.I rock once, twice, three times more before collapsing on her.
We stay twined together, kissing and adoring each other until the dawn birds sing outside the palace windows.
I make Morrigan fall apart with my tongue, and she pins me to the dais floor, riding my face the same way I rode her lap.She fucks me against the stairs, then on the floor.I worship her on her own throne, repeating the actions of that night all those months ago.
Over and over, we make each other come.Each time whispering secrets and confessions, adorations and soft words of worship.
It is everything a wedding night should be and so much more.Finally, when the first sounds of the palace waking up drift in from the corridors, we haphazardly dress and make our way to her rooms.There isn’t much time: our carriage leaves early this morning.We have two weeks of meet-and-greets and royal events around the city before we can honeymoon.Calandra has us on a relentless schedule before letting us ‘swan off’ as she put it.
