I scoop her into my arms, swallowing her squeal of surprise.
"Time to go, Queenie." I tuck her into my chest as her arms wrap around my neck. "Wave goodbye to our guests. You won't be seeing them for a while."
Ever the dutiful Queen, Arden thanks everyone for coming as I launch us into the air. My wings beat rapidly as we rise above the masses to a chorus of cheers. The wind whips around us as I fly us towards the meadow. Warm sunshine bathes our faces.
The journey is short as I dive us below the trees. My flying skills have improved dramatically under Arden's teachings. She's helped me with everything from learning how to eat with my sharp teeth to ensuring my flames didn't burn through the castle. I'd be hopelessly lost without her.
It's time for me to return the favor.
"I thought you were taking us to the castle?" she asks.
My bare feet land on the soft grass. The faint rustling of small creatures and the calling of birds echo from the surrounding trees. Rushing water ripples from a nearby stream, adding to the peaceful ambiance.
Lowering her to the ground, I take her hand in mine.
"For your first time, I had something more special in mind."
Walking her into the clearing, Arden's soft gasp is music to my ears.
I had discovered this quiet patch of land while flying a few mornings ago. With the thicket of trees, a decent amount of the sunlight is blocked out. The grass and trees glow from within, casting the area in dark blue and rich violet light.
Lightning bugs illuminate tall blades of grass.
A soft mist covers the ground. The humid air makes my clothes stick to my skin. Arden's rose scent mingles with the dew-soaked ground, forming a heady combination.
I walk Arden deeper into the clearing until we are on the banks of the stream. The darkening canopy provides us with our own little world.
A tall waterfall roars in the distance.
Arden glows like a star in the dim light. My eyes trace over every glorious inch of her.
My cock presses firmly against my trousers, ready to finally provide her pleasure. She stands before me, eyes wide and trusting. Her thighs rub together, and I nearly fall to my knees.
The tight buds of her nipples press against the front of her gown.
"It's beautiful here, Finn." Green and gold threads between her fingers. "Magical."
"That's the idea, Queenie. I want this to be perfect."
"It will be," she assures me, "because it's with you."
I groan, my hands falling towards her waist.
"Spirits, you really know how to make me lose control."
Arden's smile is knowing. She trails a lone finger down my stomach before resting it along my waistband.
"This time you won't have to come in your pants."
My tongue feels too large in my mouth. Her innocent eyes and wicked touches make my blood rush thickly through my veins.
"Fuck, Arden?—"
Her eyes blink up at me, knowing exactly how to make me crazed with desire.
"I told you before you could spend on me." Her finger dips into my trousers. "On my stomach." Her lips find my neck. "Or my breasts." She nips my throat. "Or in my mouth." Arden licks the underside of my jaw. "Wherever you wanted, husband."
"You're gonna kill me."
