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Piarari Key
Nav raxo (nah-v racks-oh): My love
Vasia (vah-sia): snowflake
Siotas (see-oh-tass): dewdrop
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I heard footsteps and then I heard her voice.
"Your Majesty," she greeted me in a sultry voice.
My heart started pounding, and I turned to face her. She was wearing a gorgeous lingerie set. It was black and red, trimmed with lace. The bra had two sheer pieces of fabric that covered her torso. She looked alluring and I wanted her...badly. She bowed her head and curtsied deeply, showing off a heavy dose of cleavage. Her hair was down in loose flowing waves, just how I liked it most.
"R-Rose..." I muttered. "You look...really sexy."
"Lay back. Your Queen would like to worship your body tonight, nav raxo."
"Happy Birthday to me," I said.
I laid down on the bed with myself exposed. I watched as Rosanna removed the lingerie, one garment at a time. I bit my lip, she was just so perfect. She climbed in the bed, never breaking eye contact with me, and my heart started beating even faster. I needed her. I craved her. Her eyes were dark with desire as she looked at me.
She kissed my lips and then moved her lips down to my jaw, letting the temperature fall ever so slightly. She kissed and nipped at my throat. She kept moving down my torso, kissing and nipping at my bare skin as she moved to straddle my body. Then she lifted her head and looked at me one more time. I realized at that moment what she was going to do. My breath caught in my throat and I nodded. She gave me a nod back before lowering her head and taking me in her mouth.
A soft moan escaped my lips as Rosanna pleased me. She had never gone down on me before, but shockingly, she was very good at it. I gripped the sheets tightly, trying to hold on as I rode the wave of pleasure that flowed through my body. Soon after, I found myself burying my fingers in Rosanna's hair as I sighed blissfully. Her name fell from my lips. I didn't want her to stop. She was sending my desire upwards, but I didn't care, I was enjoying every second of it. My power spiked, making my veins glow blue. There were water droplets swirling around us and I could tell I was coming to my limit.
"Rosanna..." I breathed. "You...you should stop."
She heard my words and lifted her head immediately. She searched my eyes for any signs of discomfort or hesitation. She didn't find any, but she still asked.
"Are you okay?" she asked as she kissed her way up my torso and the feeling of her kissing my bare skin made me want her more. But, I was also grateful that she cared about me and took the time to ask if I was alright. It warmed my heart that she cared about my well-being.
"I'm...more than okay," I rasped. I flipped us over and went right for Rosanna's weakest spot, the hollow of her neck, worshiping it and making her feel just how much I loved her. She moaned in pleasure and her breathing became unsteady.
"Cyris..." she breathed.
As I kissed and nipped at the skin of her throat, I slid inside. She wrapped her legs around my hips, forcing me deeper. We moaned together as I started to move. And once we were both comfortable, I changed the rhythm, making it rougher.
Rosanna pleaded for more as my name fell from her lips. Her eyes flashed silver as the temperature dropped severely. Snow swirled around the bed as my bride let go of everything and let herself get lost in our shared euphoria. The heat between us kept me distracted from the chill of the room. Rosanna's sighs and moans echoed in my ears and urged me on. Her body seemed to crave me and my soul craved her. My soul longed to embrace her. I kept up the rough rhythm, increasing the pace as our shared desire spiked. My eyes were glowing black and I knew it, my emotions were too much for them not to be.
Rosanna screamed in pleasure and I felt her reach her peak. I groaned as I reached my own and we came apart together, lost in our shared passion. I gazed down at my Queen. As I brushed the sweaty hair from her face, I saw that the tattoo on her chest was glowing. Seeing it glow made me notice that my own tattoo was stinging slightly.
My beautiful bride let out a sigh of contentment and lowered her legs so that they weren't around my hips anymore. I collapsed into the sheets next to her, breathing hard. She was trying to catch her breath too.
"Did...did you enjoy yourself, Siotas?" she asked breathlessly.
"I always enjoy myself when we make love, Vasia," I sighed. My breathing returned to normal and I cuddled to Rosanna's side.
"Can we take a bath?" she asked softly. "I want to relax in the jacuzzi tub with you. If you're up for it?"
"Of course, let's go," I smiled.
We entered the bathroom to find lit scented candles and a bath with rose petals floating on the surface. I got into the bath, the water was lukewarm. Rosanna got in and though the tub was big enough for three people, she sat so that her back was up against my chest.
"Happy birthday, husband," she whispered softly.
"Thank you, Queen of Espor," I said happily.
"Mm...you know I'm still technically not the Queen yet, right?" she asked.
"I know, but in my eyes you are," I told her. "And soon...you'll be the Queen of Espor in our people's eyes as well."
Eventually we got out of the bath and dried off. Then we went back into the bedroom and climbed into bed. Rosanna curled up to my body and rested her head on my chest.
I was still in awe of her. This woman had gone from a terrified ice witch in Silverport to a powerful Princess. She'd accepted herself and embraced her magic for what it was. Her transformation from a little ice crystal, to a lovely and unique snowflake made her all the more beautiful to me. I couldn't wait to crown her my Queen officially, and give her the title she deserved. She'd changed me and made me a better man... a better person. And now her soul was forever interwoven with mine.
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