Fated To The Fae King

Chapter 16

▪️A L A R I C▪️

I awoke to the gentle touch of Golnar's hand on my manhood.

She caressed me with a tender warmth, working me back up to a raging erection. I glanced at Golnar, finding her sitting up next to me. Her dark auburn hair, slightly tousled from the night's activities, framed her face in a dishevelled yet alluring manner. The flickering candle, on the verge of extinguishing, cast a dim glow that illuminated her features, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the scene.

Peering towards the large windows, I observed that the room remained cloaked in the muted hues of pre-dawn. The soft glow hinted at the imminent arrival of morning, but the sun had not yet graced the world with its light.

I groaned a little, feeling myself swell as my wife continued to stroke me.

As Golnar's gentle touch elicited a response from me, I could not help but revel in the realization that she was now officially my wife. The weight of the word "husband" settled over me, accompanied by a mix of pride, responsibility, and a newfound sense of connection.

Pulling me from my thoughts, she leaned over and kissed me hard. 

Golnar's kiss carried a sense of celebration, as if she, too, was revelling in the newfound roles we had embraced. As our lips parted, she looked into my eyes, a playful spark dancing in her gaze.

"I need you again," she whispered. "I need to feel you inside me."

Nodding, still half asleep, I shifted to lie on top of her and slowly slid myself into her warmth. I bit my lips feeling how wet she was, still slick with our combined fluids. She let out a breathy hiss, and I paused, suddenly alert.

"Are you alright?" I asked, a note of concern in my voice.

"Yes!" Golnar panted. "It feels so good!"

My hips leisurely moved as I replied, "I know that sometimes people can be very sore after their first time. So, if it hurts, let me know and we can stop. I don't want to hurt you."

Reaching up, she pulled my face down to kiss me hungrily before murmuring against my lips, "It's a little sore. But not in a bad way, please don't stop..."

"Alright, my love, I won't..."

Propping myself up on my elbows, I kissed her back, slower this time, and began to move gently inside her. I wanted to make this time last longer for her. Adjusting my position, I propped myself up on my elbows and kissed Golnar with a deliberate slowness. As I continued to move gently inside her, my focus shifted to ensuring that she enjoyed herself fully.

Last night it had dawned on me that with more experience and understanding of each other, there would be ways to enhance our intimacy, offering her moments of pleasure and satisfaction beyond the initial orgasm.

With a slow and deliberate rhythm, I aimed to increase her chances of reaching that heightened pleasure. The anticipation of witnessing her waves of ecstasy became a motivating force, and I was determined to prolong the shared intimacy.

Lying with Golnar felt incredibly peaceful and I dreaded having to leave the comforting warmth of our bed. We exchanged kisses and occasional words, savouring each other's presence. My movements inside her were gentle, as I tried not to dwell too much on the sensations—the warmth, the tightness of her inner muscles fluttering around me.

"Shit! This feels so good, Alaric, more..."

The sounds of her moans echoed through the room while she stroked her hands down my back languidly, pushing her tongue into my mouth as we kissed. The wet heat of our mouths together mirrored our joining, and I felt myself swell a little inside her. Raising myself up off her, I lengthened my strokes. She groaned, arching her back and pushing up against me with each thrust, forcing me deeper.