So Close I Can Taste It.

Part 8

The ceremony took place in the main hall. The weather outside had taken a turn for the worst and storm clouds had gathered over the islands, rain pelting heavily and meaning an outdoor wedding would have been out of the question.

As you walked towards him, your heart fluttered against your chest as you saw him, handsome as ever.

Euron had opted to dress in his usual dark clothing, black leather jacket and boots. The only difference being he had a black cloak clipped in place with his sigil, and swung over one shoulder. You knew he didn't usually wear one as they'd just get in the way, at sea, so he'd likely had one prepared for day.

As soon as you were beside Euron, he kissed you firmly on the mouth.

"My beautiful bride". He announced, half to you, half to the small crowd.

He looked absolutely thrilled and you instantly took his hand and squeezed it tightly, stroking your thumb against his calloused knuckles.

The ceremony and following feast were over fairly quickly. On Pyke, things were a lot more practical than the lavish events usually hosted in King's Landing, and Euron had made sure to send news of your marriage out as soon as the ceremony had finished. You'd spent most of the feast in his lap, feeding each other and enjoying the music played.

As you made your way back to your chambers, playfully running down the corridor with Euron, you couldn't help but be grateful for the lack of bedding ceremony. You didn't know whether it was due to you and Euron already sharing a bed or if it just wasn't common practice. Still, you'd always hated the idea of being pawed at and undressed by men after your wedding.

"You know in all the weddings at home, they have a bedding ceremony....the male guests undress the bride and the female guests..." you were cut off by Euron crashing his lips to yours and lifting you up with him easily.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and he bit your bottom lip, making you tremble against him as he used the wall as leverage to hold you in place.

"Male guests undressing you ?!..." he shook his head and laughed audaciously "good thing we didn't marry in Kings Landing, me maiming the guests might have soured the mood,"

He bit your lip again and then sucked on it, a hand snaked around your waist and the other found its way into your hair allowing him to kiss you deeper and open your lips with his tongue. He used a hand to push your skirts up, exposing your thighs to the cool air and Euron's touch.

"You know I don't like other men touching you, especially now we're married,"

You shivered against his mouth and pulled him close, hands cupping his face.

Euron pulled your hair, exposing your neck for marking. He began sucking at your throat and trailing his teeth down to your collarbone. You trailed a hand down to free his straining cock and stroke him, causing him to let out a low sound catching. The sounds of his loud moans, encouraged you making him harder and you wetter.

Euron's cock was so close to entering you, he could feel the heat radiating from your core. He brushed your clit with his tip, and you jerked against him. He thrust into you eagerly, filling you up, until his balls were pressed up against you, letting his head fall against yours as he moaned out in pleasure, as your contracted around his length.

You cursed and bit the place on his neck your face was buried, legs around his waist pinned him into you as he began to pull out and push in without any particular tempo or rhythm, you bit your lip, only for Euron to reach and tug your lip away.

"No, no, don't be quiet, you know I like it when you're loud," he said giving you his wide smile.

Euron carried on, rough enough for you to gasp his name out against him. He let a throaty groan into you and ran his hands over your breasts, hungrily as if he couldn't get enough of you.

Your hand snaked into his short dark hair and you pulled Euron's lips back to yours. In your mind, you needed to kiss him again and desperately wanted to look him in his beautiful, dark blue eyes as he ruptured against your walls.

Eliciting a delicious moan from him, he grasped your neck with just enough force to be pleasurable rather than painful, and held it there, pushing down ever so slightly. The feeling of his finish inside you, his hand on your throat, set you off as you rode your finish out on his cock.

Sill sheathed inside you, he carried you to the bed carefully and lay you down to lie on the bed, kissing your hair. "You're my wife now," he purred against your ear.

"I can't wait to take you across the world one day, travel with you by my side acquiring what we need, I want to show you Pentos, Volantis and Myr, the sunset from Ib is the most beautiful thing I'd seen," he paused "until you," Euron winked.

**

In the morning, you were the first to wake. Euron was half asleep, one arm still around you. You couldn't keep yourself from stroking a hand over his hair affectionately when he looked so at peace. He murmured quietly and curled his grasp on you.

"Good morning, my King," you smiled during leant down to kiss him awake, placing kisses across his jawline, until he stirred.

Euron pulled you on top, and positioned you over him.

He kissed teasingly up your thighs, biting and sucking, leaving plenty of marks, you could feel yourself wet from your core, down to the tops of your thighs.

You tugged at his hair gently, then harder when he licked your delicate folds.

Euron worked you with his whole mouth, moving his tongue against your entrance, deep inside you.

He pressed his tongue inside you licking at your pulsing centre then slowly moving to circle it against your clit, before pausing just long enough to let you catch your breath then returning to suck on the swollen spot once more. You jolted your whole body against Euron, legs around his neck.

"I love how much my Queen wants me," Euron commented "I love my Queens taste,"

You loved when he called you his Queen, Euron had given you what no one else had thought you deserving of. You'd been passed over in the line of succession and believed that the moment Tommen had wed the Tyrell girl you'd never be a queen. Now you were.

He rolled over so he was on top of you and brought his lips back to yours, pushing his tongue against yours, before he returned to between your thighs and continued fucking you with his mouth. You could taste yourself from his kiss and savoured it until you were twitching from his actions and unable to focus.

"I'm so close,"

"I know you are," you could feel Euron's hot breath on your clit before he ran his lips over it and pushed his fingers into you until his knuckles were resting on your folds, using them alongside long slow sucks to your clit. You called out, your walls fluttering around his fingers. "Finish for me," he almost commanded.

He replaced them again with his mouth and you contracted as he pressed his tongue into you, your hips thrusting up against his face as you felt yourself come hard, your fingers gripping his hair.

Euron stayed there for a moment licking your orgasm from between your legs and tops of your thighs, before coming up to lie beside you, his arms tightly wound around you.

"You'll join me at the small council today won't you? we have to be prepared for any battles...my niece, my nephew, the pretenders to the throne, mine...or yours" he looked eagerly at you. "As the Queen. Not as an envoy or a small council seat like your brother would. I'll give you the title you deserve and want,"

You kissed him. "Of course I will. My love,". In your mind, you'd already began to plan. Plan for something that until recently had been something you'd only dared ever dream about.