Descendants of the Dragons

J & Jannel

Jannel returned to her room, the weight of the evening still heavy on her mind. As she entered, she was surprised to find J standing there, his presence both comforting and unexpected. "Why are you here?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and residual tension.

Without a word, J stepped forward, gently taking her hand in his. He produced a rolled parchment and a small, intricately crafted necklace, its pendant glowing softly in the dim candlelight. "This is my promise to you," he began, his voice steady and sincere. "I want you to be my lawful and legal wife, Jannel. I love you."

Jannel's breath caught in her throat. She had not expected this, not after the roughness of their earlier encounter. She looked at him, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitation, but found only unwavering resolve and affection. "J..." she began, but he silenced her with a gentle press of his fingers to her lips.

"I know I hurt you earlier today," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "Let me make it up to you, Jannel. Let me show you how much you mean to me."

He unrolled the parchment, revealing the marriage contract. With a trembling hand, Jannel took the quill he offered and signed her name beside his. The moment the ink dried, a sense of finality washed over her—she was now his wife, bound to him not just by duty, but by a legal and emotional commitment.

J lifted her chin, his touch tender and reassuring. He leaned in and kissed her, softly at first, then with growing intensity. His hands caressed her body, tracing the curves he had so intimately explored earlier. This time, however, his touch was different—gentle, respectful, and filled with a newfound understanding of her needs.

He fondled her nipples, eliciting a soft moan from Jannel as her breath quickened. She could feel the difference in him; there was no rush, no urgency to dominate. Instead, he was savouring every moment, every sensation, as if he were discovering her anew. His lips travelled down her body, leaving a trail of warmth and reassurance in their wake.

Jannel felt herself relaxing under his touch, the soreness from earlier still present but fading into the background as he took his time. J positioned himself between her legs, and she spread for him, her body responding to his gentle coaxing. He entered her slowly, carefully, allowing her to adjust to his presence.

Unlike their previous encounter, this time was marked by a deep, unspoken connection. J moved within her with a rhythm that was both soothing and arousing, his hands never leaving her body. Jannel closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by the sensations, the intimacy of the moment filling her with a profound sense of belonging.

J gradually picked up speed, his thrusts becoming more urgent but never losing their tenderness. Jannel arched her back, her body meeting his with each movement, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the night. When he finally released into her, it was with a low groan of satisfaction, his body shuddering as he held her close.

For Jannel, this second joining was different—infused with love, respect, and a promise of a future together. As she lay in J's arms, her heart swelling with emotion, she realized that she was no longer just a woman in service; she was a wife, cherished and valued. The pain of their earlier encounter was now a distant memory, replaced by the warmth of his embrace and the knowledge that they were truly bound to each other.

J kissed her forehead, his breathing still heavy but calming. "I love you, Jannel," he whispered against her skin, his voice filled with the weight of their new bond. She smiled, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze.

"I love you too," she whispered back, her voice barely audible but filled with sincerity. 

As they lay together, the room seemed to warm around them, the coldness of the castle walls retreating in the face of their shared warmth. Jannel closed her eyes again, content in the knowledge that she was loved and cherished, and drifted off to sleep in the arms of the man who had now become her world.