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The Phoenix’s suitor was a distinguished title with specific requirements for eligibility that remained secret and part of the Undying’s duty to search for in each candidate. It was an elusive process that you didn’t have much insight on even though you were a member of the society since your relatives were acolytes themselves.
You hadn’t initially been chosen as the suitor which was disheartening since you always had a close connection with the younger Rosfield sibling. Upon reaching your teenage years, the two of you had been able to discern the meaning of that connection and express your feelings to one another. You and Joshua were inseparable ever since and so when he was presented with a different bride, he was just as distraught.
With their foundations incessantly rooted in tradition, the Undying remained firm with their initial decision. It was Archduke Elwin, who spent several weeks reasoning with them until the higher ups finally came around and started to consider you as a proper candidate before eventually deeming you eligible. The fact that you were a member of the society was the main driving point in the end aside from your obvious reciprocated love for the Phoenix’s dominant.
Once the two of you were well established into your adulthood, the anticipated day finally arrived. The ceremony was exclusive to a small gathering of people that mainly consisted of Undying acolytes, Rosarian shields, and close family members. It took place in the crypt beneath Phoenix Gate, which was dimly lit with torches of fire lining the halls. The benches for the guests to sit themselves at were made of rough looking stone and aside from banners with Rosaria’s symbol on it, there wasn’t a single decorative piece in sight. It was quite different from what you’d always had in mind for a wedding ceremony, something much more grand amidst a beautiful landscape with flowers that stretched across the land for miles. Although you supposed the specifics didn’t matter so long as you had the privilege of joining the love of your life in matrimony.
There were some elements of it that were unique and better than you could have ever imagined. Your appearance for one was stunning and beyond appropriate for the occasion. The dress was red in color with a long, silk train, and the midsection of it was embroidered in intricate patterns with golden thread. It was relatively slim fitting and not too large or puffy, allowing mobility that you were thankful for so that it didn’t feel as if you were drowning or suffocating in fabric. The veil was made of see-through lace material and beneath that, a makeshift crown of Phoenix feathers devoid of their flames was weaved into your hair.
No amount of mental assurance or deep breathing could calm your racing heart once the heavy double doors slowly scraped open and a soft, traditional melody played from somewhere in the distance as you were escorted down the aisle. Once you locked eyes with Joshua waiting at the end, your nerves instantly soothed and it felt as if he was the only one in the world at that moment.
He appeared more radiant than usual if such a thing were possible, the layered strands of his golden blonde hair neatly framing his handsome features. The outfit he wore was the same shade of red as your dress and it looked nearly identical to the garb his father adorned on a daily basis. It gave you a sort of insight as to what the future would look like after he adopted the title of Archduke and you would be able to reign over Rosaria alongside him as his Duchess.
Once you finally made it to the end of the aisle and stood before him, the words spoken by the officiant nearly fell on deaf ears since you were so occupied with admiring the soft, gentle smile of your prospective husband and gazing into his mellow, blue eyes. It wasn’t until he uttered the words “I do,” to seal his half of the eternal promise that your focus finally returned to the present in time to hear what you were required to recite.
“And do you, loyal and noble acolyte of the Undying, accept His Grace, Joshua Rosfield’s hand in marriage as well as vow to fulfill your fiduciary duty of bearing his child, the next heir to Rosaria’s throne and Keeper of the Flame of the Phoenix?”
“I do.”
The promise was simple to make and you almost voiced it before the last word could even finish leaving the officiant’s lips. A quiet shuffle in the distance brought your attention over to two hooded acolytes walking down the aisle. They each held a small, square cushion in their hands and in the center of each lie the wedding bands that you were to exchange.
You accepted the one that was presented to you and Joshua did as well before the attendants quickly retreated. Your gaze shifted to the piece of jewelry in your hand and you twisted it around to view it in its entirety. It was crafted from platinum by the looks of it and engraved with small, flame patterns that circled the entire circumference. Your eyes redirected to the hand that breached the corner of your vision and you promptly outstretched your own so that Joshua could slide the ring in his possession onto your finger.
Yours was more thin and dainty, yet still devised from the same luxurious looking platinum material. The gemstone encrusted into the center of it was a ruby that glinted beautifully in the reflection of the flames lighting up the space. You carefully slipped Joshua’s ring onto his finger, willing your hands not to tremble too much in the process before the next part of the ceremony proceeded. The fingers of your hand that bore the ring intertwined with Joshua’s own before he placed his other hand on top of both. His eyes drifted shut in concentration as he attuned with his aether and you watched as a soft, orange glow emerged from beneath his hand. Once it dimmed and he took his hand away again, you looked down at both of your rings, now imbued with the Phoenix’s lifeforce. The ruby of your ring and the small flame depictions of his emitted the same glow and the jewelry was warm to the touch in a way that felt soothing and safe. The officiant’s words signified the next and final part of the ceremony that you had been anticipating since the beginning.
“You may now seal your vow to one another through matrimony with a kiss.”
Joshua took the initiative by pulling you into a tight embrace and brushing the veil further out of the way so that his lips could press against yours. A burst of applause filled your ears and you could sense through closed eyes the bright heat that started to emit from the feathers adorning your hair as you melted into the kiss. It was motionless as you simply soaked in one another’s presence though such an integral moment for the both of your lives. Then after another short moment, Joshua retreated and gazed upon you with an endearing look, affection swimming in the oceanic blue color of his irises.
The applause started to mellow out and a silent, harmonic melody similar to the one you’d heard at the beginning resonated through the room as Joshua intertwined your fingers together. Then the both of you turned to face the doors that two members of the Undying were pulling open before making your way back down the aisle.
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The reception was beautifully put together and well received by the guests, yet it was difficult for you to enjoy in its entirety knowing what was to follow directly after. The consummation was to be a thorough and lengthy process that held equal if not more importance to the wedding ceremony itself. The conception of an heir that could possibly be the next to inherit the Phoenix’s blessing was not something that the Undying took lightly seeing how it was their mission to preserve the bloodline. This evening was to be the first in which you and Joshua offered your own purity to one another and as difficult as it was to ensure that at times, the two of you had managed to abstain throughout the years to accomplish that.
Before the consummation could proceed, the both of you would be taken into separate spaces where you would be prepared for the act as well as participate in a ritual to ensure its effectiveness. You were quite truthfully growing a little tired of the additional preparations that had been going on for up to a month prior. The society had curated a special diet for you and had been coercing you into drinking herbal remedies. Yet you never protested because you trusted that it was for the best since they had been enacting this process for countless generations.
After following a handful of female attendants into one of castle Rosaria’s many rooms, it began. You didn’t understand how much of the preening in the beginning was necessary since you had always preferred a more natural appearance and that never deterred Joshua. When you questioned it, one of the women simply assured you that it was all about presentation and respect for nobility and you decided not to press any further. They neatly filed your nails and removed the feather crown and veil before meticulously styling your hair into an updo with ruby studded pins layered all throughout your hair. Brushes dipped into handcrafted makeup in a mortar before painting your face with a light, natural layer. Your lips were the main focus, presented to look plump and rosy with bright red, glossy pigmentation.
The dress was stripped and all of the hair on your body was diligently waxed from existence to such a thorough degree that it made you feel even more bare than you already were. Your armpits, legs, and most exhaustively, your sex was catered to until not a single follicle remained. Even your eyebrows were neatly trimmed from stray hairs and combed as part of the process. An oil was applied to the entirety of your body to give it a glistening sheen and it instantly alleviated the burn from the wax. As tedious as it was, you had to admit that you had never felt more fresh and pristine in your entire life.
Once all of the physical alterations were made, the women presented you with an outfit, the nature of which you had never seen before. It was revealing and designed with countless intricate straps that took some time to get properly fitted around the shape of your curves. Similarly to the crown you adorned at the ceremony, the lingerie style outfit was fit with Phoenix feathers devoid of fire yet still warm to the touch, their orange hue matching the red color of lace. The straps crossed at your stomach and below your neck, framing the circumference of your breasts, and leaving an opening around your sex. It made your thoughts drift to what Joshua was enduring right now and if they had something just as excessive for him to wear. The thought led you to huff silently with amusement as the attendants finished tightening the last of the straps.
The ritual was the last thing that needed to be completed and you waited as patiently as possible while the others left the room to gather what was required. You were so on edge that the door scraping open again caused you to wince before relaxing again. You were presented with a large, golden chalice carved with intricate patterns and imbedded with countless valuable gems.
“To boost your fertility.”
One of the women instructed you to drink the liquid inside that filled the chalice all the way to the top. At first glance, it looked like red wine and the consistency appeared to be the same. Yet when you took a sip, you quickly found out that most certainly wasn’t the case.
The substance was overwhelmingly sweet and it led your face to scrunch up with distaste. As the sickeningly sweet liquid trickled down your throat, you became convinced that consuming spoonfuls of pure sugar would be more bearable than this. Stopping was your natural instinct, yet you coaxed yourself into downing the rest of the warm drink that started to burn your throat to a slight degree. You instantly felt lightheaded and dizzy on your feet once it was over, yet the feeling was quick to subside into something more calming and mellow. The woman that had initially offered you the drink quickly collected the chalice again to carry away while another hooded acolyte approached you with a large, ancient looking book in hand.
They opened it up and started muttering a chant from one of the pages, yet it sounded foggy and unclear to you in your disoriented state. It took several minutes for the drink to entirely take effect although when it did, the symptoms were impossible to ignore. Your entire body started to heat up and you felt stuffy in your outfit despite how exposing it was in nature. The feeling was akin to a fever yet when you pressed the back of your hand against your forehead, you didn’t feel any sweat formulating at all, the only thing tainting your body being the slick oil that had been rubbed into it. Your mouth was dry, but it wasn’t enough to bother you or make you feel the need to request a drink of water and that lightheaded feeling was starting to return to a more comfortable level. You found yourself staring into space almost as if in a trance and your limbs, particularly your legs, started to feel shaky and weak.
The physical effects weren’t that intolerable compared to the feeling of desire that slowly started to set in. Your breasts grew swollen, tender, and heavier than they were before. A tingling buzz started to establish in your nipples that your hands desperately wanted to address but before you could, one of the acolytes was tying a silk, red cloth around your wrists to keep them restrained behind your back. A soft whine of discontent escaped your lips that was drowned out by the incessant chanting from the figure in front of you. Warmth started to pool in your abdomen that steadily increased as if a match had been lit and set ablaze inside of you before spreading down to your core. The throbbing ache that emerged in your clit started to grow unbearable and when you pressed your thighs together to cope with it, you felt for yourself just how slick with fluid your sex was as it leaked with more that trickled down your inner thighs.
You didn’t notice that the acolyte had ceased their ritualistic chanting until the book snapped closed and you jumped in place. They handed it off to another member before stepping closer to you and pressing gloved fingers against your forehead. Your head started to swim with dizziness and you felt as if you could collapse onto the stone floor at any second as they began to chant again, this time in an ancient language you couldn’t recognize. Once the pressure on your head released and the figure stepped back to announce that the ritual was finished, you were in a completely hypnotized state. Your head was throbbing to the beat of your heart while a foreign voice exclusive to your hearing alone started to fill your head.
“Seek him and satisfy your half of the vow. Make yourself vulnerable so that he may take and claim and breed your womb with a new life that you shall nurture with pride.”
A silent, appalled noise escaped your lips that resembled a trembling moan and there was only one thing on your mind that you could think to voice as if it was a mantra.
“Joshua… Phoenix.”
Suddenly, red filled your vision and you realized that a blindfold made from the same material as your restraints was being placed over your eyes and tied around the back of your head. Then, two hands grasped onto each of your forearms before you were guided forward and you heard the sound of the heavy doors groaning open again. As you were escorted out of the room and down the hallway, the soft and soothing voice of one of the attendants floated past your ear.
“There will be times where you may feel overwhelmed and your stamina drained to the point of fatigue, but you have been adequately prepared for it. As the Phoenix’s bride, you were meant to house his essence. It is your primary duty.”
It felt as if you were walking for hours when it was only mere minutes in reality if even. Eventually, your ears were met with the sound of another door creaking open to signify the arrival at your destination. The blindfold was lifted and you were met with the sight of an elegant looking room with a large canopy bed in the center as the main piece of furniture. You were led over and encouraged to sit on top of it on your knees, hands still fastened together behind your back with your gaze facing the door. As the other women started to take their leave, one of them leaned forward to whisper,
“Beyond the mirror, we will be with you.”
She exited before you could question it, closing the door and leaving you in silence. The confusion didn’t subside until your eyes shifted to the wall on the right adorned with a large, horizontal mirror above a dresser. You couldn’t see anything in it aside from your own reflection, yet you didn’t have to in order to understand what those words meant. It wouldn’t be a consummation without witnesses and you supposed a discreet method such as this was much more comforting than a live audience directly in the room.
You didn’t have time to ponder it further because the door was opening again much more gingerly this time, and your gaze was redirected over to it. Your heart thudded heavily in your ears and your skin felt as if it was on fire at the sight of him alone, your lover who you now could rightfully call your husband.
His firelight hair was even more perfectly styled and framed around his delicate features without a single strand sticking out of place as it usually tended to do. His attire was much more modest than yours in the form of a robe the color of a fresh rose, the silk material of which appeared more soft and sleek than anything you had ever seen before. As the door shut behind him and he approached the edge of the bed, you noticed that his skin was gleaming with the same brand of oil they coated your body with. His scent was utterly intoxicating and you felt as if you were drowning in it, a soft whimper escaping your lips as he drew even closer and your senses were completely flooded with it. It was more sweet and delectable than any delicacy you had ever experienced and more fresh than the most vibrant blossoms you’d ever smelled. It was akin to cedarwood or chamomile if you had to choose a label and despite the intensity of it, you could still detect his natural musk beneath in your state of hypersensitivity. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that his eyes were different from their normal sky blue. His pupils appeared to be blown out and dilated, the small pigmented ring around them the same hue as the night sky.
“My love.” His words delivered in a low tone that almost resembled a whisper and in contrast to your feverish state, you felt a small chill run down your spine. “How I missed you so.” He placed his palms on the bed either side of your knees and leaned closer, pressing his face against the side of your neck and taking a long moment to inhale your own scent. You could see the tremor that rocked through his body upon doing so and your wrists started to instinctively tug against the restraints in an effort to get closer to him.
His eyes drifted further back to where your wrists were bound, taking notice of it immediately. “That simply won’t do.” He departed before moving around the side of the bed.
You angled around to look as he lifted a finger and it started to glow red hot like a burning ember. He touched the silk restraint and you watched in awe as it started to disintegrate before your very eyes like fire licking away at parchment until it was entirely devoid from existence. You flexed your wrists and relished in the feeling of newfound freedom before meeting Joshua’s gaze again. You shifted closer to where he stood at the edge of the bed and he reached out to cradle the side of your face in his hand.
“My adoring wife.” His eyes glazed over further with endearment. “Your beauty is truly celestial, rivaling that of every goddess in the heavens.”
Your cheeks flushed as a result of the flattery. Even though it was evident that he was given the same substance as part of the ritual, his usual eloquent way of speaking wasn’t lost on him.
“I believe you may be biased in that aspect, but I appreciate it nonetheless.” You replied with hooded eyes before adding his title in a sultry tone. “Your Grace.”
“You will be my most heavenly demise.” He groaned softly with approval. “Come to me, my love.” He extended a hand.
You shifted forward the rest of the way to the edge of the bed and reached out to accept his grasp only to pause when another overwhelming rush of his scent crashed into you like a tidal wave. You felt dizzy despite being grounded on the bed and after recovering from the initial ailment, your eyes trailed down his robe to where the swell of his arousal was evident beneath the silk. You released his hand, not even bothering to untie the robe before grasping each end beneath the knot at the waist and pulling it open to reveal him.
You had seen him in full plenty of times before, yet his current state of arousal was unprecedented and it sparked the persistent throbbing in your clit just soaking it all in. You could perceive the extent to which it must have ached in its current untouched state from looks alone. The soft, wispy blonde hairs that you were used to seeing decorate his abdomen were all gone and the entire length of him was translucent with oil, yet your mind was so clouded with lust that you didn’t have time to worry about someone other than yourself touching him to coat his member in the lubricating substance. He was at least an inch or so more extended in length and you could see the way each vein bulged from the surface. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to suppress a mortifying noise of sheer want upon witnessing the way it bobbed upwards with a twitch. You reached out to cradle his balls in hand with appreciation for how much heavier they seemed before lightly drawing a fingertip up to trace over each swollen vein. Above all else, your attention was drawn to the tip which was flushed a darker shade of pink than the rest of his cock. Where there would normally be a small streak of clear preliminary fluid weeping from the slit, a thick gush of white liquid rolled over the head and trailed down to meet the top of your hand. You could only assume that it was a small fraction of his release itself, but before you could question it, Joshua was speaking up with a breathless request.
“Please, if you would be so kind as to relieve me from this ache.”
You didn’t hesitate in the slightest, instantly rushing forward to press the flat of your tongue against the trail of fluid before licking all the way up to where it had dripped from the slit. His fingers quickly found solace in your hair and you pressed your thighs harder together to cope with the arousal upon hearing the blissful moan he released.
You pulled back slightly before rubbing your fist up and down in circling motions to further spread the lubrication he had been coated with. Then you returned to gently circle the head of his cock with your tongue and nudge the slit again before accepting the entire tip into your mouth. Knowing the state of desperation he must be in, you refrained from teasing as much as you wanted to.
“Your visage as you shower me with affection from your lips and tongue is utterly sinful.” His tone was laced with pure desire and you gazed up to meet his eyes before focusing on your task once more.
Your jaw ached when attempting to suck down on as much of his girth as you could seeing how it was much more than you were accustomed to. It made you wonder how intense it was going to feel when breaching your opening for the first time, yet you only felt anticipation over the thought instead of unease.
You quickly drew away from the thought to ensure that all of your focus was on pleasing your husband, rubbing your tongue along the underside of his cock and licking across the ridge that outlined the edge of the tip. You closed your eyes and took a deep inhale through your nose before descending further than before. You ensured that your throat was as relaxed as possible, yet the size of him was still too much to handle and it wasn’t long before it started to tighten and contract around him. The feeling only seemed to enhance his pleasure and you noted the manner in which his hips trembled forward. It was clear that he was attempting to hold himself back from moving and so you used your free hand to reach around and press against his lower back so that he would shift forward deeper into your mouth again.
“Ah, forgive me.” He muttered, fingers tightening their grip in your hair before his hips started to rock back and forth so that his cock would rub faster against your tongue and slide deeper into the back of your throat.
You hollowed your cheeks to generate a tighter suction as he sought his own pleasure. As his subtle thrusting grew deeper, your hand on his length was coerced into sliding all the way down to his balls that you started massaging in your palm. You relaxed your jaw into going slack so that a cramp wouldn’t emerge and you kept mentally reminding yourself to breathe deeply through your nose yet despite the intensity of it all, you only found yourself craving more. You continued to press on his lower back each time he came forward in an effort to get him to slide in and out of your mouth at a faster rate. When your eyelids fluttered open for a moment, you caught sight of a red pigmented ring that coated the circumference of his shaft nearly all the way up towards his abdomen. It took you a moment to realize that it was from the makeup they had painted onto your lips beforehand. Each time he slid back, you noticed light pink smears lining his wet shaft and you wondered how much of the lip paint would remain at the conclusion of the night. His cockhead nudging the back of your throat grew harder to ignore and so you squeezed your eyes shut again. You considered retreating for a small break when Joshua’s wavered words from above interrupted such thoughts.
“You’re going to make me spill much too soon I’m afraid.”
His claim made you realize that while it felt like a long time had progressed, in reality it had only been a few short minutes. The next time his hips moved back, you pulled off of his cock with a subtle pop and leaned back further so that the thick string of saliva connecting from the tip to your lips would sever. His hips continued to naturally move forward out of habit and a soft whine of protest escaped his lips when the head of his cock brushed past your cheek instead of the wet heat of your mouth.
“It’s alright Joshua, don’t abstain.” You assured him, taking a moment to catch your breath before accepting him into your mouth again.
“If you insist that it’s alright.” He muttered more so to himself and you would have smiled over his polite tendencies had your mouth not already been occupied.
His hips easily regained their momentum from before and the breathless panting from his lips started to increase. After a few seconds, his hips were stuttering to a stop and he pressed his cock as deep as your mouth would allow it as his peak emerged. A low, explicit moan tumbled from his lips and you felt wet gushes of his spend squirt into the back of your throat in rhythm with the contractions of his length. Your palm gently caressed his tightening balls to ease him through it until the head of his cock nudged your throat for the last time and his body went slack.
You slowly retreated so as not to overwhelm him in his state of sensitivity and as soon as his cock was free from your mouth, you felt all of his seed start to pool onto your tongue to occupy the empty space. The abundance of it was so profound that you couldn’t prevent a small trickle of it from seeping out the corner of your mouth and trailing down your chin. As it did so, a pounding emerged in your head and your thoughts were usurped by the strange voice that had spoken shortly after you drank the ritualistic concoction.
“His essence is a gift, don’t waste a single drop.”
After swallowing his fluid in one gulp, you quickly swiped away the trail that was moving down your chin before sucking your finger into your mouth. Your eyes were drawn to his cock, still stiffened to full potential as if you hadn’t given him any relief at all. Your sudden impulse to obey the voice in your head took priority over concern for his sensitivity as you leaned forward to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. Joshua winced slightly over the sting of pleasure but before he could stop it, you were already retreating again, appreciating the aftertaste of his release that coated your tongue. It was much sweeter and piquant than the usual salty bitterness it carried and it left you craving more. Yet before you could think to accept his cock into your mouth again, the voice was back, annunciating words in your head at a greater volume to coincide with the pounding ache.
“Don’t delay it for a moment longer, you must submit to him. Your past is no longer defining, you belong to the Phoenix now.”
When you looked up into his eyes, Joshua was clutching the side of his head as if to ease pain before his hand slowly dropped again and his pupils dilated even further. It made you wonder if a similar presence was invading his mind, but your desire was too strong to want to question it.
“Joshua, please…” You found yourself whispering.
He grasped the string that held his robe together before pulling it so that the knot could unravel. “Who am I to keep my devoted wife waiting?” He shrugged his shoulders back so that the clothing could fall onto the floor behind him and you cherished the sight of his milky, smooth skin. “Especially when she is so eager to carry out her obligations.” He gently grabbed your hips and angled you back to lie down against the pillows at the headboard before crawling onto the bed. “Let me see you, show me the extent to which you yearn for my cock buried deep inside of you.”
You moaned softly over the filthy context of his words and eagerly spread your legs so that he could settle between them and inspect your sex. He tugged at the straps of your outfit outlining the shape of it so that he could have better access. Then he leaned in to press his mouth against your folds and nose against your clit, eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled deeply and emitted a low groan that reverberated through your core. He took a moment to sup at the excess fluids weeping from your hole all the way down to your inner thighs.
“Naughty little dove.” He leaned back again, clicking his tongue as he curled a finger inside of you and pulled it out again to reveal the thick line of fluid connecting from the tip of it to your opening.
“So, discipline me.” You retorted and his eyes instantly traveled back up to lock onto yours.
“Be cautious of your whims.” He said in a lilting tone through a smile while moving up to your level. “Your feet would be unsteady for days and no chair could possibly accommodate for how much it would ache to sit.” He leaned closer to whisper next to your ear before meeting your gaze with an impish glimmer in his eyes. “But you needn’t worry, my love. I would simply mend your fatigue so that you would be adequate enough to accept me again and again.” He lifted a palm and briefly conjured a soft, pale green glow for insinuation and you recognized it to be the Phoenix’s revitalizing essence.
The thought alone elicited a subtle, fluttering sensation within your walls as you wrapped arms around his back and pulled him closer down. “I would be capable of accepting all of it, should that be the case.”
You were met with an amused huff in response as Joshua’s lips neared for a kiss before pausing, his dark blue eyes drifting down to your own where the colored pigment was smudged. “Have I mentioned how sincerely radiant you look this evening?” He wiped at the corner of your mouth with a finger to clean off some of the makeup. “Although I suppose that’s the case every day.” He corrected himself and you felt a blush start to creep in on your cheeks.
Before you could think to respond, his lips were pressing against yours in a kiss that was searing to the touch yet satisfying to your deprived senses. Despite his presence directly above you, the only part of his body that you were in contact with was his mouth and you yearned for more. With the leverage of your palms pressed against his back, you pulled him further down as he tenderly kissed your lips and his chest pushed against your swollen breasts. Your back arched instinctively so that your taut nipples could rub against his skin and relieve some of the tension you felt in the area. Your hips fell in tandem with the movement of your back, pushing up until you could feel the head of his cock just barely nudge your dripping slit.
“Needy.” Joshua smiled into the kiss, his hands directing down to grab your hips and pin them down against the bed again.
Your whine of protest only seemed to further entertain him as he resumed the kiss, keeping one hand pressed firmly against your waist while the other slid up to palm at one of your breasts. You expressed a pleased sigh in response, doing your best to stay still as he stimulated you at his own pace. Strands of his reddish-blonde hair tickled against your neck as his kisses trailed down until his lips could wrap around your hardened nipple. He rubbed his tongue back and forth against the sensitive nub before enclosing it with his lips and drawing it further into his mouth. He lowered down to achieve friction at the lower half, the girth of his erection parting your slit further to bury between your folds with the front of his shaft pressing directly against your hole while the tip grazed your clit.
You could tell that his own arousal was growing harder to ignore despite his recent release as much as he wanted your stimulation to be the sole focus. With one last swipe of tongue against your nipple, he separated and tugged one of the straps to your attire between his teeth before returning to your level again. He connected your lips again in a heated kiss before severing it and whispering against your mouth. “Are you ready for me?”
Despite your avid nod, some of the fear started to creep into the back of your mind regarding the potential pain that you could end up experiencing. As your eyes shifted down to where he was lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance, you took a deep breath in an attempt to calm the nerves. He picked up on your sense of unease and paused his movements to address it. “I vow to treat you with utmost care and do my best to ensure your comfort, but please-” He leaned in closer and tilted your chin up to better meet his gaze. “Do not hesitate to stop me if it ever becomes too much.”
“I assure you that I will be alright and I know that you would never do anything to harm me.” You leaned up enough to press a doting kiss against his cheek. “My body was entirely made for you after all.”
“Entirely.” He repeated with a concurring nod. “Every little aspect.”
His eyes drifted back down and yours shortly followed upon feeling the press of his arousal against your opening again. Without further delay, he started to push forward, dilating your entrance with the shape of his tip. He proceeded as slow as he could coerce his body into going, but you could tell that his hips yearned to snap forward in the pursuit of his own pleasure. Nevertheless, he managed to fight against it and proceed at a leisure pace. He paused after the entirety of the tip was inside before continuing again and you felt a sting of pain from the stretch accompanied by a low burn in your abdomen. You had to remind yourself to breathe not as a result of the pain, but because of the anticipation eating away at your patience.
It was a difficult angle to view from and so you gave up trying, allowing your head to lean back against the pillows again to further relax. You willed yourself to take a deep breath as the pain increased with each miniscule push forward and the next time you glanced back down, you were able to discern that he was nearly halfway in. The sight confounded you given how deep it already felt and you felt inclined to speak up to request a short pause when the discomfort arose in your head again and increased like a crescendo before the eerie voice consumed your thoughts.
“You are nothing but a hole for his pleasure, let him use you, let him ruin you, let him defile you, let him breed you.”
It was as if you were hypnotized in an instant yet again and you felt a surge of adrenaline course through your veins, nearly easing every bit of pain from where he was slowly penetrating your opening. You tightened your arms around his back and elevated your hips so that your ankles could rest on his lower back, your body completely latched onto his. Then you roughly pressed both of your heels into his lower back so that he would forcibly sink the rest of the way inside, hips slapping against yours with a sound that resonated through the room.
“Ahh, fuck.” Joshua cursed through gritted teeth in response to the overwhelming feeling of bliss at the same time as you cried out softly for him.
It felt as if something had snapped within you just before his hips had collided with yours and the burning sting of pain spread all throughout your abdomen at a rapid pace before fizzling out again and you were left with a content feeling.
“Is it acceptable for you?” He lifted his head from where he had buried his face in the crook of your neck to inquire politely.
“Yes.” You nodded truthfully, yet his stillness felt maddening in your blazing state of desire. “But Joshua, I beg of you.” Your hands slid up to clutch onto his shoulders. “Please don’t make my body wait in vain.”
“You beg of me, do you?” The entertainment was evident in his eyes before he placed a simple request. “Say it again my sweet wife, louder this time.”
“Please Joshua…” You raised your volume from the mere whisper it was at to fulfill his wish. “I want you to fuck me, I want you to use me for the expense of your own pleasure.”
“Is that the entirety of it?” To your exasperation, he chose to tease and you had to stifle a groan of discontent as he barely shifted back before pressing all the way inside again.
You shook your head firmly. “I want you to breed me with all that you are capable of.”
“My good girl.” The satisfaction was evident in his tone as he finally granted what the both of you yearned for so profusely.
It was near impossible to contain the crescendo of pleasured noises falling from your lips even if you wished to suppress it to begin with. You allowed your hands to roam across his slick body, palms rubbing against his shoulder blades where the fiery red beauty of the Phoenix’s wings sprouted from. Before you could thread fingers into his soft locks that you adored so much, he grasped both of your hands and pinned them against the mattress on either side of your head for better leverage so that he could lean closer and press deeper inside of you. The resonant sound of skin on skin as hips collided together echoed louder as his motions gradually increased in speed. In your state of hypersensitivity, the scent of sweat and sex that clung to the air combined with the sweet fragrance you both emitted was dizzying.
As the minutes passed, his stamina never seemed to wane in the slightest and your intoxicated mind only yearned for more. Pinpricks traveled across your skin in response to his breathless, hedonistic panting against the side of your neck that increased in volume as he grew closer to a second orgasm. The bed creaked and groaned under your combined weight and the frame endlessly knocked against the wall as the dainty, see-through fabric that the canopy consisted of swayed back and forth.
It hardly took any time at all for your high to approach given how neglected your arousal had been up until the moment your bodies finally united for the first time. The low burn of pressure coiling tightly in your abdomen started to unravel and your accumulating fluids became evident through the crude sound that filled your ears. You felt comforted by the return of the voice in your head pushing you right against the edge.
“Cum for him, make it evident to him just how willing your cunt is to accept the privilege of his seed.”
You squeezed Joshua’s hands still locked firmly with yours, hardly able to deliver a plea of his name through the staggering sensation of bliss that was amassing.
“Are you close, my love?” He lifted his head from where he was hungrily pressing lips beneath your jaw. “Don’t restrain it, let go.” He instructed before you could answer and his words served as the catalyst your body needed.
Hooking your legs tighter around his waist, you wriggled fingers free from his grasp and clutched onto his back again as the feeling started to wash over. Joshua thrust hips forward at a faster rate to lift you to your peak, one hand squeezing your hip while the other kneaded a breast and pinched at your nipple. Your back arched into his embrace, nails scratching across his pale skin as your eyes drifted shut and expression contorted with rapture. It was much more vehement than any release he had ever granted you before with the use of his fingers or tongue and it was evident that his size was accountable for that. His cock breached so deeply with each propel of hips that it felt as if it would never cease. Vast ripples of tingling pleasure rolled down your pelvis and thighs all the way to the tips of your toes as your walls alternated between clenching and fluttering around the weight of his shaft. It felt as if tiny flares of fire were igniting in your abdomen every time he pressed all the way inside and his whispered words of encouragement next to your ear only fueled it further.
“That’s it.” The low note of his voice was practically a purr. “So utterly divine, your beauty is unsurpassable when you cum for me.” The sharp press of teeth against your skin accompanied his explicit words. “Not to mention how perfectly you sing for me when overcome with bliss, your melodies akin to those of a delicate songbird. You expedite my end far too quickly I’m afraid.”
His concluding words barely served as a warning because his own peak was approaching before he could finish expressing them just as yours was beginning to mellow out. His hips slowed and his cock sheathed all the way inside before you felt a burst of warmth filling your cunt. The erotic nature of his soft whines was enough to invoke a rush of heat through your core as he filled it with a copious amount of his essence. It was so much that you could feel it start to slowly seep out around the shape of his twitching cock and yet, the presence in your mind wasn’t satisfied in the slightest.
“You are imprudent if you believe that is enough.”
The voice exclusive to your hearing steadily grew louder and it was accompanied by a distant ringing in your ears that prompted you to clutch the side of your head.
“Take initiative, serve him with all you are worth so that you may provoke and foster his essence inside of your womb.”
Hardly a second after Joshua pulled his still weeping cock from your dripping folds, you slid out from under his weight and guided him into flipping over. His eyes widened with surprise over the sudden assertion of dominance, yet he was quick to recover from his initial shock. As you spread your exploited hole around the head of his cock, his hands found respite on your hips and guided them to push all the way down into his lap. He wrapped arms around your body and pulled you close to his chest, lifting knees slightly so that his length would penetrate deeper as you started to pivot up and down on it. To your contentment, you felt his cock exert a few more twitches as more of his essence ejected inside.
You could discern a hint of fatigue start to set in and even with the effects of the previously administered elixir, he was still sensitive and so you willed your hips to slow down as much as they wanted to continue rocking in a slow grind. As you admired the true handsome nature of his expression with hooded eyes, long eyelashes nearly dusting the tops of his cheeks, and flushed, parted lips, you couldn’t help but tease him.
“Do you forfeit for the evening?” You lifted his hand and pressed a kiss to the wedding band he wore, enjoying the feeling of warmth that your lips were met with.
“I am far from finished with you.” He shook his head firmly. “All I need is a moment to replenish my breath.” His hand directed to his heart as he took a few deep inhales, the evidence of his weak constitution as a child having never entirely faded.
Joshua slowly and carefully lifted your hips until his length could slip out before laying you down on the bed and guiding your fingers down to press against your sex, slippery with the abundance of his seed that tainted it. “Be cautious not to let any escape.” He directed in a lilting tone before rising from the bed.
You clenched muscles and did your best to obey the order as he approached the dresser where a pitcher of water and glasses was provided. After pouring two, he returned to offer you one and you accepted gratefully before gulping down several sips. Peering over the edge of the glass, you took notice of Joshua’s distant gaze loitering on something you couldn’t see from the angle as he nursed his own drink of water. Once the two of you were finished, he gathered the glasses again and put them on the end table before sitting on the edge of the bed and gesturing you forward. “Come to me, my love.”
You satisfied his request in an instant, sitting up on hands and knees before crawling over to slide into his lap. He adjusted your knees to rest on either side of his waist before lifting you with ease and guiding your opening over his cock again to spread open. Once you were fully seated, Joshua gazed into your eyes with an impish glimmer residing in his own. “I have a request to make if it’s not a bother.” Despite his coy demeanor, his manners never failed to resurface.
After you offered a concurring nod, Joshua pressed a quick kiss to your lips before tilting your chin over towards what he wished for you to see. After your eyes fell upon the mirror on the wall behind the dresser, you started to understand before he could put it into words.
“I wish for you to experience the depth of your beauty and witness for yourself just how well you take me.”
The overwhelming sense of shyness you felt wasn’t a result of self-consciousness, but rather the words that were shared with you by the acolytes after you arrived at this room.
“Beyond the mirror, we will be with you.”
Your mind instantly pondered whether or not Joshua was aware of the Undying’s presence and before you could ask, he picked up on your hesitance and spoke first.
“It’s alright.” His fingers softly carded through your hair.
“But the acolytes said-”
“I am aware.” He pressed a finger to your lips before you could finish the sentence. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Consummation has been a part of their duties for generations, they are accustomed to this.”
As you looked towards the mirror again, the reluctance started to partially wane and in the wake of your silence, the voice emerged in your head once more in a tone that reflected a hint of what you could tell was impatience.
“Let them see, allow them to understand who you belong to and observe how well he stakes his claim.”
You felt your cheeks burning with heat as you turned to face Joshua again with a slow nod of consent, unable to express your agreement in the form of words as a result of your timidness. Without breaking the point of connection for your bodies, he wrapped arms around your back and lifted you with him as he stood. Your legs naturally hooked around his waist as he carried you over to sit on the edge of the dresser with your back to the mirror.
His eyes were drawn to the sight of his member engulfed by your heat as he slowly pulled back to appreciate the white streaks of his own fluid tainting the shaft. “Look at you, so wet and full with my seed.” He admired.
“Joshua…” You voiced his name in a whisper, the flush refusing to leave your cheeks.
“Don’t be shy, you foster it so well.” He gently took either side of your face in his hands and rested your foreheads together, encouraging your gaze to shift down. “Watch with me.” He whispered before sinking all the way in to the base once more and you moaned softly over how brimming it felt.
Your timidness started to fade not long after witnessing how sincerely mesmerizing the sight was. You watched the way your tight heat swallowed his length before it emerged again over and over at a pace that was far too slow for your enjoyment especially considering the knot that was already starting to form in your lower stomach again. Before you could express your thoughts, Joshua utilized his gentle grasp on your face to pull you closer into a kiss, savoring the taste of your lips with his tongue in slow and steady movements. When he separated again, your gaze was pleading and the pout on your lips was evident which pulled an amused scoff from him.
“Tell me, love.” He whispered against your lips.
“I need more.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you delivered the plea through fleeting kisses.
He pulled all the way out at a leisure place and you had to suppress a whine over the empty feeling you were left with. “Turn around for me.” He instructed.
You turned the other way as directed and came face to face with your reflection in the mirror, Joshua’s pictured close behind it.
“There you go.” He pressed a few smiling kisses against your shoulder, taking himself in hand and guiding his cock to press back inside of your accepting entrance again.
Once the entire tip slipped inside, he redirected his touch, slinging an arm across your middle beneath your swollen breasts and keeping your back comfortably pressed against his chest. Both of you stared at the image the mirror presented as the fingers of his other hand lightly danced across your collarbone on a path up to your neck. Joshua tilted your chin up and you allowed yourself to relax so that your head could rest against his shoulder as his hand gently framed your neck without the application of pressure.
“Can you perceive the beauty from my perspective now?” His voice rumbled in a low note as he leaned down to kiss the spaces between his fingers on the side of your neck, lightly tugging the skin between his teeth in a bite.
As you nodded slowly, you took a moment to appreciate the full extent of your reflections. His arm around your middle shifted so that he could palm at a breast, your sensitive nipple visible between his fingers as he kneaded it in hand. The small amount of oil that hadn’t rubbed off on the bedsheets gifted both of your bodies a muted translucent shine, although most of it was from the emergence of sweat. It dampened Joshua’s hairline and plastered layered bangs to his forehead and thin strands from the ends of his golden locks to the crook of his neck. His blue eyes a shade akin to the depths of the ocean were just as glazed over with lust as your own were and you adored the manner in which you were the center of their focus. As you felt him start to push forward again, your eyes drifted further down to where your view was obstructed and it wasn’t long before he was speaking up again as a result of your distracted silence.
“Or perhaps a more in depth demonstration is in order.” The sharp edges of his teeth gently nipped at your earlobe.
A sweltering rush of heat drew your attention back up again to an alteration in the mirror’s reflection and you were utterly entranced. Joshua had started to prime into the Phoenix to a partial extent, licks of bright orange fire passing through his lush locks that quietly filled the room with sizzled popping sounds. His eyes were no longer the dark indigo hue as a result of the elixir, but instead resembled burning blue embers and streaks of fire emerged beneath his pale skin like lava running through cracks of a volcano.
Yet above all of that, you became increasingly aware of the way his arousal seemed to swell larger inside of you, radiating with heat that your body consumed like an addiction. You knew that he couldn’t possibly cause you any harm with his flames, yet the close proximity was still a bit daunting almost as much as it was riveting.
“Look how well you accept it, I know you can handle just a bit more.” His low voice in your ear reverberated with a slight echo.
You looked away from the mirror and further down between your legs and even though the angle didn’t provide the most clear view, you were able to see enough to discern that his semi-priming affected the weight penetrating you. Aside from the increase in size, his length was flushed a darker shade of pink and the veins adorning it adopted the same red glow as the flickering streaks across his skin. You couldn’t examine it for long however, because it was quickly disappearing inside the accepting warmth of your body and you expressed a choked moan over how immense the stretch felt.
“Just like that, see?” Joshua whispered, tilting your chin back up and angling it to the side so that he could steal a quick kiss. “You are the Phoenix’s betrothed after all. You were made for this, born for it.” He released his grasp and took one of your hands with a squeeze before placing it on the edge of the dresser. “Hold on tightly, my love.” You caught a glimpse of sharpened fingernails, black in hue in partial resemblance of talons before both of his hands settled on your hips.
You brought your other hand over to grip the dresser’s edge, sliding forward to rest the weight of your heavy breasts on top of it as Joshua adjusted your position so that your hips and behind would lift higher up. Then he started to rock forward and back again slowly at first, but he was quick to pick up the speed of his ministrations. Your soft noises of approval spurred him on even further as you bit your lip and clutched onto the dresser with a steel grip. You could feel wetness accumulating between your thighs and you couldn’t discern if it was from his previous releases, your blossoming fluids, or sweat alone from all of the heat billowing around your body.
You attempted to keep your eyes from drifting shut in favor of keeping your gaze locked onto the mirror as you pushed back to meet each thrust with a resounding smack. You could feel the sharp press of nails against your skin before they dragged down slightly to give a minor cut before subsiding again as he regained control over himself once more. All previous worries about what the acolytes could see from the other side of the mirror were quelled in favor of the pleasure boiling hot in your abdomen and pursuing it was the only thing your mind could comprehend.
“You’re close again, I can feel it from how tightly you clench around me.” Joshua’s voice sounded more distorted to your ears than the first time as it blended more with that of the firebird’s in his soul.
“Please grant me the gift of release.” You begged softly, feeling a bit surprised that you could string together a coherent sentence in your current state.
You felt the pressure release on one side of your hips before a hand asserted itself around to your front close to the slick point of connection for your bodies. A soft gasp escaped your lips as fingers pressed against your clit and rubbed in swift circles to accompany the burst of tingling pleasure you gained from each thrust.
“Oh Joshua, I can’t-” Your words faded away in the midst of your effort to tell him you couldn’t hold on for a moment longer.
“Cum for me.” He leaned closer over your body and whispered the phrase over and over against the side of your neck in a chant.
Your head tilted back against his shoulder as a series of pleasured cries tumbled from your lips and you gave into the intense feeling that was begging to consume your body. You were thankful for the support of his hands on your body and your grasp on the furniture because the waves of ecstasy left you feeling weak at the knees from how heavily it rolled through you. The walls of your cunt contracted around the stiffness intruding as if it was attempting to draw forth and milk his own release to fill it with.
Joshua pressed all the way inside of you and stilled his hips as much as you could tell his body wished to disobey in order to grant you a moment of rest. You loosened your grip on the dresser and allowed yourself to melt further back into his embrace, finding comfort in the way his arms shifted to wrap tightly around you. Once you had caught your breath, the arms around you loosened again to your discontent and you felt the shape of his erection slowly pull out.
“Just a little bit more, I’m almost there.” Joshua encouraged you to face him before he swept you up into his arms and seated you on top of the dresser closer to the edge.
You quickly threw your arms around him as he hooked your legs around his waist and slid all the way back inside. You held onto him tightly as he started to thrust forward again, hips pounding against yours with such fervor that the dresser rattled back against the mirror and the water sloshed in the pitcher as the cups next to it threatened to fall off.
You watched in awe as fire cascaded from an area on his back before a long strand of Phoenix feathers emerged. More helices were quick to follow, swaying gently around the both of your bodies in a protective frame that emitted a soft, warm, glow. You admired the way each dainty feather burned hot as some disconnected from the array and gently floated down onto the dresser before fizzling out. You longed to reach out and intertwine your fingers with the dancing coils of plumes and it felt as if they truly were calling to you, yet you knew what the painful consequences of that would be and so you refrained from doing so.
You were still captivated by the beautiful display when Joshua approached his peak again. He thrust forward all the way inside before stifling a long moan against your shoulder through a bite. Thick spurts of his essence emptied deep inside of you in intervals that were just as quick as the previous instances, except the sensation felt different this time. Aside from how hot the fluid painting your walls felt, the presence of it gifted a buzzing tingle that extended all the way up to your womb. It felt as if the mellow calor was spreading all throughout your limbs as the sensation of Joshua’s high continued to ripple through him, his cock still pulsing with a steady flow of seed despite the sensitivity that was clearly starting to settle in. Eventually, it subsided and the strands of plumage from his back steadily shrunk to a smaller size until they had disappeared entirely followed by the rest of the Phoenix’s traits.
“By the flames…” Joshua whispered, face transformed with awe as his eyes directed down to your abdomen. Looking down with him, you were marveled by the sight. Your lower stomach was swollen and slightly distended with the weight of his spend having bred you so profusely. You could feel the extent of which your walls were pulsing with the beat of your heart to accept the gift of his seed.
“And to think.” His palm pressed against your stomach and you whimpered softly over the flare of warmth you felt in response. “Just how stunning you will look while carrying my child.”
As your hand moved over to rest on top of his, the ringing emerged in your ears followed by the voice.
“Do you feel it taking root? Can you discern how filled to the brim you are with his seed? Can you perceive just how heavy you will soon become with the gift of his heir?”
As the voice persisted, its volume grew softer inside of your head as it parted with a final statement.
“You have satisfied us.”
Even though there wasn’t direct evidence, something in your heart told you that the voice belonged to that of the warden of fire itself and it made you wonder if Joshua experienced the same thing or if the Phoenix was always with his thoughts on a daily basis.
Before you could ponder it further, a quaint ringing sound graced your ears and when you looked up, you saw a small hand bell pinched between Joshua’s fingers before he set it down on the dresser. A few moments later, the door to the room creaked open and you jumped in place, heart thudding heavily in your chest. Joshua rubbed your shoulder in an effort to soothe you as a hooded figure entered the room.
Your entire face flushed a deep shade of red as a wave of mortification crashed over and you felt the instinctive need to cover up your exposed state. Your arms quickly crossed over your breasts, but you knew it was too late and didn’t matter anyway. The person adorning the robes of an Undying acolyte approached the two of you and held out a small cushion to Joshua much similar to the ones that your wedding rings were presented on. He accepted the item before expressing appreciation to the acolyte and they took their leave just as quickly, promptly shutting the door behind them.
You let out a deep exhale that you hadn’t realized was trapped in your lungs once the two of you were left in solitude again. Then your eyes directed to the item in Joshua’s hand, the confusion evident on your features as you tried to discern what it was. It was a relatively small cylindrical shape made out of pure glass with one rounded end and one flat end that widened out in the shape of a disc just a few centimeters wider than the circumference of the rest of the object.
Before you could question it, Joshua was slowly and carefully pulling out of you, ensuring that your hips remained elevated as he did so. Then he pressed the round end of the glass object against your slack opening before any of his seed could start to leak out. “I was informed that this would be a necessary measure.” He slid the entire length of the object inside of you with ease and you started to understand what the purpose was.
The thin, small weight of the plug wasn’t nearly as satisfying as Joshua’s arousal, though you supposed that wasn’t the intention of it. You watched as he finished prodding it further until the inner edges of the flat disc portion could press snug against your folds. The slick that already coated the area acted as a sort of suction against the glass that kept it in place even after Joshua lowered your legs again so that he could assist you off the dresser and guide you over to the bed.
As the two of you settled under the sheets and made yourselves comfortable, you couldn’t help but voice a question that was formulating in your mind. “Do you think it worked?” You pressed your thighs closer together from where you were laying on your side to ensure that the plug stayed in place.
“I would be quite astonished if it did not work in all honesty, for my body has never achieved such intense heights of pleasure before.” Joshua chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Neither has mine.” You admitted, nuzzling closer into his embrace.
“Rest well, my dear wife.” He kissed the top of your head.
“You as well, my husband.” You whispered back before a comfortable silence ensued and you drifted off into a peaceful slumber filled with optimistic dreams of what your future with the prospective Archduke of Rosaria would include.