The Forgotten Kingdom

[MC] Chapter 12: The Wedding Night (Smut)

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Brielle stood exposed before her husband. Breathing deeply, she circled him the same way he did to her. But she opted to stay in front of him instead of behind.

After some maneuvering, she was able to get his shirt off. She was still shocked by his muscles. He was large and built like a soldier, not a Prince. He was strong, and she grew excited.

"Are you already growing distracted, my Wife?" She looked at him, somehow blushing even more. She realized she had been gawking at him.

He smiled as she reached for his pants; she slowly pulled them down, revealing himself. She stared at the body before her.

She was surprised; she did not realize that male bodies looked like that. Her eyes widened when the Prince's hand moved to himself. She stared as he began moving his hand up and down on himself.

She watched his movements curiously. Her concentration was interrupted, "Go to the bed, Darling." She met his intense gaze and did as he said.

Brielle sat on the end of the bed, watching Valor stalk over after her. She moved further up the bed as he approached, intimidated by his proximity.

He began stroking her feet, stretched in front of her. Smiling kindly at her, he grabbed her feet and quickly and pulled her towards him. This way she did not have a moment to refuse.

She yelled, then their bodies promptly met at the edge of the bed.

She looked at the man in front of her. He moved to be near her face. "You look beautiful, your Highness." He breathed as he began kissing her.

She was focused on his kiss as his hands found their way down Brielle's stomach. He began rubbing the warmth between her legs, and she moaned into his mouth.

He continued kissing her while inserting one finger into her. Brielle arched her back, squirming under his touch.

When she relaxed, he began pumping his finger in and out of her. Moaning louder, she grabbed his wrists, trying to slow him down.

He felt her growing wetter and wetter beneath his touch. He watched her panting under him; he realized he could stay here forever. When he felt her growing tighter and her breaths shallowing, he found her eyes open wide, "Wait!" She yelled.

Valor continued, "Shhh, it's okay, Princess. Just let it happen. It will feel good... just release." With a loud moan, she felt the knot in her stomach release throughout her body.

Valor rubbed her stomache as Brielle caught her breath, "Good job Darling... but we are not done yet."

She willed her eyes open, even though they desired sleep so badly. Valor positioned himself on his elbows and stared down at his wife, "Stay with me, Princess." He smiled as she gave a reasssuring nod.

He positioned himself at her entrance, "This is going to hurt at first, but soon it will feel good. I am going to put my hand over your mouth, okay?"

She furrowed her brows but nodded, and Valor wasted no time in entering her. And as he expected, she screamed out.

He pulled back out until he felt she was ready again. He entered her again, slowly pushing further than last time. She groaned again, feeling the pain of him within her.

He pulled out again, whispering encoragement to her. He removed his hand from her mouth, entering in again, "It is almost all the way in. Only a few inches left." He whispered into her ear as she moaned from the pain.

He started pumping with in her, not going further. The waves of pain crashed over her, but they were quickly followed by intense pressure.

He grabbed her hips to stop her from squirming, and she began clawing at his back. Valor began kissing her, trapping her mouth in his.

As their mouths met he thrusted all the way into her. She screamed into his mouth, but she felt pleasure as soon as he began pumping in her.

Their mouths began dancing with one another, fighting for dominance. Brielle did not have any fight to put up, she melted under his embrace.

Soon she felt a build up in her stomach again, and Valor noticed. He pumped until Brielle's body clamped down on his. He groaned as he released into her, and they came undone together. A final moan left them, and Valor collapsed onto his wife.

They breathed heavily, not moving for several moments. Before she realized, Valor was to his feet making his way towards the door, "W-where are you going?" He turned and smiled at his bride, "Watch this."

He went to the door and slightly opened it, Brielle was positioned in way to where she couldn't see what was happening on the other side.

Within a second of him opening it, a roar of cheers sounded outside the room. Valor quickly closed the door, and came back t0 the Princess.

"What was that?" Brielle sat up, awaiting his repsonse, "The men waiting to make sure we consumated the marriage." He said while joining her again in bed.

"They seemed very... near by." Brielle couldn't look at him, she felt very pleased and yet embarassed knowing people heard them.

The Prince lifted her face to meet her gaze, "That is their job, they must listen and make sure the marriage is offical... Do not worry, every wedding requires it."

Brielle nodded, still feeling embarassed. He pulled her into him, and they rested a minuet before anyone said anything. She broke the silence, "Do we have to go back out there?" The Prince laughed.

Noticing her still blushing, he responded, "We do not have to tonight. Celebrations will last for a few days."

The Princess wined, and Valor brushed some hair from her face, "What is wrong, your highness?"

She shifted some below her husband so she faced him, "I do not care about other people out there... I would rather just.. spend time with you..."

He layed back, closing his eyes, "I know Darling, I feel the same way. But we must for the people... but It sounds like you did enjoy your time," he said, peeping at her groan. Then, he placed her head on his chest.

"It seems like you wont have an issue fufilling your marital duties." He laughed and she laughed with him, "If it is anything like that, then I swear to you I will never have issues the rest of my life."

They laughed for awhile longer and fell asleep, tightly embracing eachother. The festivities continued on through the night. Brielle did not care though when she snuggled closer to Valor. Though she just met him, she did not feel scared of him.

Neither his father's narcissism or Denco's disloyalty could bring Valor down. He had his long awaited Bride under his touch.