Smutcember

December 7th- Lydia x Edgar

(Sorry this one doesn't have as much words as the others, I wanted to focus on a more detailed approach.)

Edgar x Lydia

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It was the night of Edgar and Lydia's wedding, it was storybook night, almost Christmas too, ending when everybody went home for the night after congratulating the happy couple and wishing them a nice honeymoon. They both went home in a carriage driven by Raven, who didn't say a word to them in typical fashion. The newly wedded couple chatted the entire way back, talking about honeymoon plans and such.

"I would like to stay near home, maybe go to the countryside!" Lydia exclaimed, holding Edgar's arm. "Anything for you sunflower." He smiled, carding his fingers through her hair. Soon enough after hours of planning, night fell and it was time for bed. Edgar carried Lydia to bed, collapsing on it with her. "Goodnight." Edgar said, just as Lydia grabbed his arm once more, not letting go.

"Do you need something?" He asked, and she shook her head, still not letting go. "Do you want something?" He asked once more, turning over and laying on his side, facing her. She nodded, and in a moment of stillness, said what she had wanted for the longest time. "I want you." She whispered, looking up at him with desperation in her emerald-green eyes.

He was left frozen for a second, then complied, rolling over so he was looming over her, taking off his shirt and showing off his pectorals. He kissed her deeply, taking a moment to whisper in her ear. "Merry Christmas, my dear." He said, biting her earlobe softly. He took a strand of her caramel-colored hair and twirled it between his fingers and he kissed her again passionately, his tongue sliding into her mouth.

His tongue ran over hers, doing a tango of love. It rubbed over her gums and teeth, coating it in saliva that wasn't hers. Lydia was overwhelmed with this experience, the feeling with his tongue in her mouth was something new and she could barely stay still. She let out a moan, a sound she had never made before in her lifetime.

He snuck his hand under her dress, palpating the soft spot in between her legs, toying with it while still kissing her. He stuck one of his fingers inside, feeling the soft skin surrounding it and toying around with it, rubbing it and pinching it lightly. She squirmed in the bed, but relaxed as he pumped them inside of her, a calming new sensation that she enjoyed.

He continued this motion with his hand, but decided to try something new. "Hey Lydia, I have an idea," but was shushed as she kissed him passionately on the lips, wrapping her arms around his neck and getting lost in the kiss. "Do it, Edgar. I love and trust you." She said, breaking away to catch her breath just as it left her again as he entered her mercilessly, switching out his fingers for his member.

She moaned once more, this one louder than last time. "Sing for me, my sunflower, my emerald, my darling." He said, quickening his skillful thrusts while watching her, to make sure she wasn't uncomfortable. He kept at this, eventually getting tired and his thrusts becoming lethargic and sloppy. He quickly pulled out and came onto her stomach, and continued the rest with his fingers until she climaxed onto his hand.

"I love you, my emerald sunflower." He whispered into her ear, kissing her neck softly and sweetly. "I love you too, my darling." She whispered back, as her hand cupped the sides of his face as they kissed once more. "Merry Christmas to you too." She muttered, drifting to sleep with him.

"Sweet mother of faeries..." Raven murmured, wishing he had earplugs as he prepared his master's cloths for the next day.