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Chapter 1: The night of stars
She was his All Goddess, he had no doubts about it.
Seeing her wearing the dress for their union left him spellbound, despite how extravagant and idiotic his dear incarnation of Mestionora from another world could be, she was still so beautiful, that the need to hide her under his cape had been difficult to put aside.
The ceremony, banquet, and socialization. The day had been truly busy, he almost preferred the days he spent occupied as Aub Alexandria… though he would be lying if he said he hadn’t enjoyed that day he had been waiting so patiently for.
Just now, Justus was helping him change his clothes for sleepwear. A robe that would help him keep his modesty was placed above his clothes and then he made his way to Rozemyne’s chambers in the castle.
–If you want some advice, Lord Ferdinand– murmured his loyal attendant a few steps away from the door to his wife’s room. Ferdinand sighed watching him a little uncomfortable, gathering patience–, be open about your feelings tonight, if our Aub is your All Goddess, then you should show it to her.
Ferdinand nodded once, letting Justus open the door for him.
As soon as he entered, he heard Rozemyne’s voice clearing the room. Only the guards at the door would stay close, the rest would wait to be called upon from a nearby room, depending on the schedule they’d been assigned to attend them.
Ferdinand gave a few tentative steps, observing his surroundings a bit nervously.
The memory of the sensation of his wife’s lips over his own made his heart race. He was anxious, yearning to repeat the experience. They’d kissed in this very room, in this very bed just once before, when she confessed she loved him more than her books, crying after dreaming she returned to her commoner family and never saw him again.
–Hello – he heard Rozemyne’s voice from the bed.
He walked towards her, stopping a few steps away to observe her.
There was a light blush on his goddess's face, made obvious by the fair skin of her face framed by her midnight blue hair hanging loose over her shoulders, highlighting her thin white sleeping clothes with flowers of the same light blue as his hair.
–Hello – answered him a bit uncomfortable.
Rozemyne patted the bed a few times, right beside her without ceasing her gaze on him with a shy smile and the blush still adorning her features. He assented before advancing the steps that separated them, sitting right where she’d suggested, taking care to leave a small space between them.
The rules of etiquette still had a hold of him. No matter how many times they’d hugged in the past, how much he yearned for her, or how long he’d waited for this moment since she grew up and they’d been engaged… even after that one kiss, he felt it was inappropriate to let their bodies touch.
Bluanfah couldn’t seem to stop dancing for him every time he gazed upon her. The memory of both of them locked inside his hidden room, letting her copy & paste parts of Mestionora’s sacred book on his own flew through his mind. Would it be the same? How would it be influenced by fiscal contact? Would she be willing to…?
–Ferdinand?
He couldn’t stop a smile, his name pronounced with such care by her warmed his heart immensely.
–Yes, Rozemyne?
She came close then. He could feel her fingers over the hand closer to her body. She seemed nervous, a bit scared, he could feel a light tremble at the same time she held his face, cradling his cheek, forcing him sweetly to bend over enough to reach his lips. Ah! How he’d missed the feel of those soft rosy lips over his own!
The kiss was broken for only a few seconds, enough for her to come closer to him before kissing him sweetly once more. The heat of her body, the sweetness of her mana, and the feeling of her side and legs against his own forced him to let go bit by bit of all those annoying restrictions imposed by noble society.
Sometime, somehow, his goddess had sat over his lap as she had done when she was still a child, small and defenseless… though obviously this time there was no trace of pain or sadness in either of them.
He hugged her by instinct, slowly moving his hands over Rozemyne’s warm body, delighting in the lines of her frail and, in a certain way, small body despite being an adult woman.
He wanted more. Desired more. She was more delicious than any consomme and more exciting than any research.
His goddess hugged him too. He could feel her small and elegant hands tangling in his hair, tracing his jaw with such love that he felt he could melt with just that.
Suddenly, she gripped him with more force, tracing her lips over his face until she reached his neck, kissing before giving it a taste that stole a moan from him.
He was so surprised by the sudden pleasurable sensation, that he noticed his sword was ready, trying to leave its sheathe o matter what… just like that time with the book.
–Roze…myne! – he couldn’t help sighing.
He wanted to continue... And also stop.
He couldn’t remember anyone telling him about this type of kiss… of course, he’d also never spoken of this matters with anyone else… he’d never found it useful given his distrust towards the creatures of the opposite sex… at least, he’d never been interested in a woman until she asked him to carry her for the first time to read the High Bishop’s bible together.
Gods! Thinking in retrospect, this idiot that manipulated him as she did her high beast fey stone had seduced him in any way imaginable or existing since she was seven years old. It was unthinkable. Completely impossible. And definitely, one of the many unspoken achievements of his personal gremlin.
–Ferdinand, can I open your sleep clothes?
There was something different in her voice. She sounded so sensual and inviting, as if Brenwärme had suddenly possessed her, to the point that it was no surprise he was unable to answer her.
Ferdinand used one of his hands to take the end of the ribbon he tied his sleep clothes with, jolting a little when he felt another hand over his own, stopping him.
–I want to do it, you can take care of mine.
For a moment he forgot how to breathe. Ferdinand froze before the suggestion and request, he couldn’t help looking at her, feeling how his ears and parts of his face warmed. He was blushing.
His goddess smiled, pleased and relaxed just before standing, forcing him to stand also to take off his clothes, leaving him in only his long underwear.
–Enough! – Barked Ferdinand taking his wife's hands away from the ribbon that tied on his underwear.
The embarrassed face of Rozemyne and the way she was looking at the floor made him realize how harsh his words had sounded. Without meaning to, he barked an order after panicking. He couldn’t help it after he realized he would be completely naked before her, his heart tried escaping his body, his Mana rumbling painfully all over. It was more than he could stand at the moment.
–I'm sorry! – she apologized.
Ferdinand let loose a sigh. He hated making mistakes. Veronica’s damned voice wouldn’t stop calling him a stupid, useless bastard from the depths of his mind every time he made a mistake. How hard was it to get rid of the marks of Chaocipher?
–No, I… – said he, pinching the bridge of his nose, searching rapidly for a solution to return to the mood of just a few moments ago.
He looked at her intently. Efflorelume must have Rozemyne among her favorites, o matter what her gestures radiated a beauty that was hard to look at sometimes, so dazzling and delicate…
Another sigh. The only way to get rid of the unpleasant voice of his stepmother in his head was to clean up his own disaster as soon as possible.
Ferdinand took his wife’s face between his hands, softly guiding her towards him and kissing her again.
His goddess was truly shameless. At one point he’d felt how she took his hands, guiding them towards the little bow that kept the shoulders of her nightgown in place, holding his naked shoulders before lapping her tongue over his lips, going inside for a moment after he opened his lips in surprise, biting his lower lip… he couldn’t stop the need to let a bit of mana into Rozemyne’s mouth, delighting in the surprised moan she let go in that moment.
–What…? –asked his wife, unable to elaborate more as she let go of him, seductively touching her lips, looking him in the eyes after a moment of contemplation–, was that your Mana?
He smiled with sarcasm, enjoying the view of his wife’s blush expanding over her whole face.
Ferdinand started feeling brave all of a sudden, Brenwärme was dancing between them, why not finish summoning Beischmachart to their room? If he thought it over carefully, this stupid and extravagant woman who he never knew what to expect from wasn’t only his Light Goddess, she was also his Water Goddess, wasn’t it his duty to accept her flowers and tear them off that same night?
He took both ends of the ribbon to pull them off slowly, untying the garment before caressing his hands slowly over the neck and shoulders of Rozemyne, making sure the garment would slide off by itself, smiling more when his wife's face was fully scarlet.
–Ferdinand!
–Didn’t you want me to take off your clothes?
He noticed how parts of her face lost all color while her cheeks, ears, and most of her neck were still noticeably red. The nightgown slid off suddenly and she crossed her arms trying to cover herself. Where were the rest of her clothes?
–Of all the people in the world I had to marry the Demon King – he heard her whisper once he regained his senses, having fun with her not only using that unpleasant nickname for him, but also the angry looks she sent him on the sly.
–Did you say something, My Goddess?
He noticed her tremble for a moment, and then smile dumbly to then look at him with sweetness and the glow that only Bluanfah’s dance could give her.
–-You’re hopeless, Ferdinand – she answered with a brilliant and tranquil smile, just before jumping to his arms, throwing him to the bed, and kissing him with such desperation, that it seemed she would die if she didn’t kiss him. He, of course, wasn’t left behind, stroking his hands over his goddess’ body, again and again, kissing her face, neck, and shoulders, feeling the sweet and exciting exchange of Mana happening in the act.
Ferdinand finished hurriedly disrobing once he could no longer bear it, he felt more excited than when Rozemyne pasted information in his book of wisdom, he then lowered a hand to find the way to his goddess’ chalice, finding the flower, the petals, and the entrance, which he opened with his fingers, panting with anticipation before entering his sword in the chalice.
Gods!
If she hadn’t let loose a whimper of pain, he would have given thrust after thrust without stopping.
–Rozemyne?
His own voice sounded hoarse and lacking air. He was excited and worried in equal parts, his wife has a frailer constitution that most, terrifying him suddenly. Should he stop? Should he check on her? Was it possible that his sword had hurt her?
–I’m alright – she murmured clinging to him, stopping him from moving–, just… I didn’t think it would hurt like… this.
–It hurts? Do you want me to pull out? A potion? I…
She clung to him harder, obviously uncomfortable and still aching, refusing slowly and with her breathing erratically still.
–It’s just… I’ve never done this… not even in my dream world… I read and heard that it would hurt a lot… I read it in the other world… just... I didn’t think like this.
–What do I do?
It was painful to admit that he had no idea how to act or what to do to make her feel better, seeing her pale face had him worried.
–Kiss me –Demanded his goddess with a sigh.
–Are you sure?
She nodded, suddenly trembling, holding him tighter before relaxing again – The pain will pass… just kiss me.
He obeyed. He kissed her sweetly, imitating the way she had traced his chin and neck with her lips before inserting his tongue into her mouth, nibbling on her lips softly, going forward once he felt her relax.
She hugged him again, her breathing agitated, her cheeks rosy once more, her eyes glassy and in a certain way innocent, then he felt her move under him. It was a clumsy movement of her hips that sent waves of intense pleasure toward him. Should he move now?
He pulled back a little before returning to her embrace, hearing her moan. He kissed her forehead, looking at her closely in case he was misunderstanding her reactions.
–How do you feel? –asked Ferdinand.
–The pain has passed… it’s a bit uncomfortable, but… could you do it again?
–Do what?
He noticed her blushing again all the way to her ears, neck, and everything. His goddess was too enticing even in this way!
Her hands lightly traced his shoulders, and part of his chest, letting the Mana of both swirl and play in an indecent and addictive manner, letting a trail of fire down the skin of his back, going down to his behind, which she gripped before pulling him in slightly.
He pulled back from her, feeling how Rozemyne’s hands pulled him back inside, altering his body, mana, and spirit by letting loose a shameless moan of satisfaction. So vulgar. So exciting. So addictive.
Was this why the nobles kept looking for flower offerings?
Suddenly he was sure that he’d partake in the offering again… with Rozemyne and no one else, in spite of his recent discovery, he didn’t feel attracted by any other woman, with or without enough Mana to sense them.
–Keep going –Demanded his Water Goddess and he obeyed.
One, two, three thrusts. The pleasure was growing inside him, burning and leaving him sensitive before the passionate dance of his Mana blending with hers.
Four thrusts and he could feel something was about to erupt from inside him… by the fifth, the great explosion of pleasure left him weak and extremely sensitive. He had to gather all his strength to not let himself fall over the small and fragile body of his Rozemyne, exhausted and panting.
The sensitivity of his body was such, that he hurried to roll over to exit the chalice of his beloved, laying on his back and covering his eyes with one hand, disbelieving before the revelation of the hidden strength in the blessings of the gods of love, pleasure, and lust.
Without a doubt, he would have taken the prayer pose to dedicate his sincere worship and gratefulness towards the gods the way his wife did when euphoric if he had the strength to do it. He was sure it would be impossible for him to stand, much less keep the balance a prayer pose demanded.
–Ferdinand?
He turned to look at her. His Light Goddess, his Water Goddess, his Mestionora… his Geduldh, she gazed at him with her big golden eyes, panting, with a timid smile on her face despite the small grimace that looked to be about to form on her face… she obviously wanted to be hugged.
–Come here – he murmured offering his arms, surrounding her, and allowing her to lay her head on his shoulder, letting himself be enveloped in the softness of her body and the warmth of her Mana, as sweet and intoxicating as the best nectar from Vantole.
He kissed her forehead, combing the soft and glossy hair he loved to smell if he had the opportunity.
–I love you, my All Goddes – murmured Ferdinand grabbing a strand of her hair to inhale the aroma distractedly.
–I love you too, my Dark God.
Since when did he have the habit of inhaling her scent in such a shameless manner?
He smiled contently, letting Schalftraum drag him towards his kingdom bit by bit.
If absolute happiness implied letting his wife affect him this way, then that’s how it should be. His extravagant goddess could influence him as much as she wanted… though of course, that would have to wait, he was truly exhausted after such a magnificent night of stars.