frost on a crimson flower

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It is, perhaps, some form of cosmic irony that the grand cathedral that once served as the seat of the Church of Seiros is one of the few structures in Fhirdiad that suffered no damage from the fires that raged for a time on the day Rhea set the city ablaze. It's only natural, then, that it would serve today as the venue for a wedding, although one would be forgiven for mistaking the event for a funeral, given the maudlin atmosphere.

The hallowed hall is decorated in colorful banners and flowers imported from much warmer climes, and though the guests are all dressed in their finest attire, many of them wear grim expressions. The Blue Lions are assembled--at least, those who survived the war. Notably, Sylvain isn't standing with them, counted instead among the personal entourage of Emperor Edelgard, unable to meet the eyes of any of his old friends. Certainly not Dimitri's, where he stands at the head of the hall near the altar near the nervous-looking officiant Count Varley.

Edelgard orchestrated this entire scene, of course. Well, Hubert helped with the logistics, but this had been her idea. The Kingdom could have been incorporated back into the Adrestian Empire just as easily as the Alliance was after Claude fled back to Almyra, but something stayed her hand at that decisive moment when she could have--and perhaps should have--killed him. Now, everyone who survived this bloody war will have to live with the ramifications of her choice, though perhaps no one will have to pay so dearly as...

All eyes turn to the hall's entrance as the small orchestra begins to play a bridal procession. Dorothea Arnault appears in the arching doorway dressed in a royal blue dress richly adorned with beads and embroidery, though for all she looks every bit the bride, her expression is somber. She might as well be marching towards the gallows.

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[backstreetbard]

It's fine if he keeps his touch light, given just how strong he is. Dorothea can work with what he's able to give her, and he needs to learn anyway if they're ever going to do this again, which she assumes they will from time to time. She'll have to provide him with an heir at some point, as is her duty as queen consort, even if she is technically the one who'll be steering the direction the country takes under the Empire's protection.

That's a faraway concern compared to everything happening in this very moment, though. Dorothea grinds down against the heel of Dimitri's palm, urging him to add a second finger after a few moments, instructing him even as her voice begins to waver, her muscles going tense. She comes on his hand with a whimper, her whole body shaking and shivering as she curls in on herself.

She can't stop now, though--the next part is what really matters. Squeezing his wrist, she moves to straddle him, looking down at his handsome face in the warm candlelight. Her face is flushed, her skin damp, her hand only trembling the slightest bit as she holds his cock steady, positioning herself to receive him into the wet heat of her body.

[hauntedking]

Dimitri has, of course, educated himself on the idea of sex and sexual pleasure. He knows how it's meant to work - he's even masturbated before - but giving someone pleasure like this is an entirely new experience for him. Especially when they make the sort of noises that Dorothea does. Little whimpers and gasps. The way she grips against him, the way her fingers dig in, how she grinds against his palm. It's a rush. Dizzying in a way. To give is as good as receiving.

Things move quickly, of course.

She seems determined to continue and he has no wish to stop her. Even if that reluctance is there, that knowledge at the back of his mind of their situation, he has been caught up in a dizzying rush. He peers at her, beautiful and flushed in the dim light, and his hands settle on her hips to help guide and steady her. He can't quite believe this is happening, his own excitement and pleasure running hot. As she settles, he tugs a little, his mouth open in a low moan as her body opens for him...

[backstreetbard]

Dimitri is an immense man, and even with the effort she put into preparing herself, she still exhales sharply as he penetrates her, bracing her hands on his arms.

And then she jolts in surprise when he comes the moment he's fully-seated inside her. She can feel the heat of his spend inside her, and both of them exchange shocked, sheepish looks.

"I..."

She honestly doesn't know what to say. He'd told her that this was his first time, so she hadn't been entirely certain what to expect. This wasn't it, but it's not the worst-case scenario by a very long shot. In fact, that's technically their duty completed for the night, their marriage officially consummated.

He hasn't removed his hands from her waist, though, and she's at a loss for how to react. Should she reassure him? Tell him that lots of men don't last long their first time? Would that make him feel better or worse?

[hauntedking]

Dimitri, for his part, seems more than a little mortified - once he's not gasping for breath, anyway. It happened incredibly unexpectedly. A rush of pleasure that he hadn't been able to hold back and in a moment he'd been undone. He swallowed thickly and peered up at her, face flushed. He felt - what? Ashamed? Embarrassed? He seemed to shrunk for a moment and then he seemed to get a rush of determination. His hands squeezed a little tighter and - without waiting - he slid his hips in a slow thrust.

And then again.

He wasn't softening after all and his hands helped guide her as he seemed (if anything) determined to continue!

[backstreetbard]

Oh.

Oh.

Dimitri just keeps going like nothing happened and Dorothea mentally shrugs and holds on. She knows that the Crest of Blaiddyd is one that gives those who possess it incredible strength, but she hadn't considered what effect it might have on someone's stamina.

He holds her with enough strength that her hips will likely show some bruising in the morning, but even so, she's grateful for his restraint. His pace is rather subdued to start, lifting her bodily like she weighs nothing and then pulling her back down the length of his cock.

"It's okay to go faster," she assures him. "Please." She could easily come again if he picks up the pace, breathing a little faster as she squirms in his grip, arousal building but not enough to satisfy.

[hauntedking]

Stamina is certainly something he is. Whether it's because of who he is or the crest, he doesn't quite know. But he's determined to at least make sure she enjoys this. Even if it's the only time they touch. Even if they never share a bed again. This, at least, should be something pleasurable, right? His gaze flickers, eyelids falling half shut as he peers up at her and listens to those breathless little words.

And he listens, too.

He moves faster; moves her faster, sliding her up and down on his shaft, his hips working to meet her with a wet, slick sound. He can feel his own nerves screaming - overstimulated and full of red heat - but he keeps going even so, feeling her squirm underneath his grip.

[backstreetbard]

Whether they ever touch or share a bed again is a negotiation in its own right to be had another day. In spite of the arranged nature of their marriage, they'll probably need to produce at least one heir, so unless he manages to get her pregnant tonight it seems inevitable that they'll have to do this again.

She might not hate the idea as much as she thought she would.

In fact, it's easy in this moment to let all her thoughts and worries float away as Dimitri does all the work, fucking her hard and fast. Her second climax hits her just as forcefully, doubling her over with a cry that she muffles behind a hand as she clenches down around him.

The world tips in a dizzying way, and it takes her a moment to realize he's flipped their position. Can he still keep going? Is he not spent? Her legs wrap around his waist instinctively, heels digging into the small of his back.

[hauntedking]

Dimitri is a little carried away himself. It's easy to sink into the physical motion and let his thoughts drift from the problems like this. When she's here, available, willing, when he's being driven by a sense of need. He groans and then he buries his face against the crook of her neck, panting for breath as his legs spread and he puts more of his power into her; more thrusting, more pressure, almost relentless - but throughout, he seems to hold back, his grip still just light enough, as if he might somehow shatter her into a million pieces.

Although the feeling of her heels pressing him closer, deeper, almost makes him forget that. He shivers as he feels her clench around him. Shivers as he presses closer to her heat, her warmth, drives deep, lost in the slap of flesh against flesh. He's going to spill over the edge again. Of that he's certain.

He just wants to hold back for a few more heartbeats.

[backstreetbard]

The mix of emotions Dorothea is experiencing is so strange right now. The ecstatic pleasure is foremost, on the cusp of a third orgasm as she is, but Dimitri presses his face into the tender crook of her shoulder and she feels a surprising surge of both affection and pity. What a state.

Turning her head slightly, she nuzzles into the hair at his temple, moaning and whimpering into his ear even as she reaches up to stroke his hair gently.

"You're doing so well," she says, echoing her earlier praise in a breathless and needy tone. "I--I'm going to come again. Oh... Won't you kiss me, Dimitri?" A surprising request for them both, probably, since she hadn't intended to kiss him beyond what was required at their wedding ceremony, but she wants it now.

[hauntedking]

Dimitri is - overwhelmed, really. A rush of emotions and physical sensation that make his head buzz. He can't feel love for her. He doesn't. This is entirely a mix of physical attraction and guilt and some - what? Pity? For himself? He doesn't know. But he wants to be close, closer still, the little noises she makes into his ear sending a shudder through him as her fingers press into his hair.

"Yes - yes, I will-"

The praise. The praise practically breaks him. Almost makes him want to weep as he takes her lips in a kiss and his body finally, finally shudders again - an overwhelming, almost painful sensation as his over-stimulated nerves push his body over the edge and his seed fills her again.

[backstreetbard]

Dorothea's cries are lost Dimitri's mouth as her third climax washes over her, making her body go tense before finally relaxing, boneless and trembling. That was... good. Intense. Certainly better than she'd expected or even dared to hope for. Their marriage might be arranged and loveless, but that doesn't mean it needs to be sexless, right? They're both prisoners here, so they might as well enjoy what few benefits this arrangement can afford them.

And since Dimitri seemed to like the praise, she decides to give him more as they both wind down from that high. She strokes his hair, brushing her thumbs over his cheeks, her hands gentle.

"Look at you. So strong and so brave. This isn't easy, is it? But you made me feel so good. You were amazing just now." And then she adds: "I really will do my best, you know? To be a good queen, and a good wife to you. To carry on your bloodline and be a good mother to our children. So... come to my bed when you need me."

[hauntedking]

Dimitri trembles. A part of him wants to recoil; another part wants to sink in to the warm embrace. How else can he rectify this? What else can he think? He swallows hard, still holding himself over her, so as not to crush her with his bulk. And then he slides off of her and slumps onto his side next to her. He wants to reach out so badly - but he doesn't quite know if he can. His hand settles on her belly after a moment as he tries to breathe.

"...I didn't realize-"

He pauses.

"...I want to trust you. And I want - well. I want you."

His cheeks flush.

"...I honestly hadn't thought about having children. I was - I am - there's so much that's happened."

[backstreetbard]

She wouldn't have blamed him if he had recoiled. She's the enemy, right? She was there when the Adrestian army marched on Fhirdiad. He has no reason to trust her, to have faith that she'll do her best to be a good partner, a good leader, a good parent. It's not like anyone has ever been any of those things for her, so why would anyone expect her to do better?

Sighing, she turns her eyes towards him, a small smile curling up the corners of her mouth when he says he wants her.

"We're married now, so I don't see why we shouldn't make love from time to time. You don't have to trust me for that. As for children... well. An heir would at least give the appearance of a return to stability in the kingdom, especially with how much everything else is changing. It isn't urgent, anyway."

There's so much work to be done that it's probably wise to wait a while before bringing a child into the world, in fact.

[hauntedking]

"...doesn't trust make it much easier?" He has to ask, eyes a little downcast. He's still figuring out how he feels. Although the amazing sex they just had sort of helps him feel better about the whole thing. So does her attitude. It's... different from the chilly, distant affair that had been the wedding.

"...you seem - I don't know. The ceremony seemed so awkward."

Well, it had been. He has to admit that.

[backstreetbard]

"I trust that you aren't going to kill me in my sleep." Stated casually. They both know the consequences of an action like that would be swift and brutal, and neither of them wants that. "Beyond that, we'll just have to learn to trust each other, won't we? Nothing but time and experience for that."

The ceremony had certainly been a rather frigid affair, but Dorothea is nothing if not pragmatic. She's resigned to this now, bound by vows and promises and expectations, so she might as well enjoy what few pleasures this arrangement can afford her.

"I'm not going to lie and say I'm thrilled about this. I had hopes and dreams for my future too, you know, but this is my reality now, and I'm not going to wallow in misery forever when my situation could be so much worse, and has been so much worse."

She's trying to make it sound so simple, but there's a brittle note in her voice, like she could burst into tears thinking of all the unfulfilled wishes that are now forever out of her reach. He doesn't need to know.

"We're lucky to be here. We should both remember that."

Then she rolls to the edge of the bed and sits up with a groan, reaching for a towel to wipe up the mess between her thighs.

[hauntedking]

Dimitri wasn't quite sure how to take that. At least for the moment. It settled in him and he took a moment himself to sprawl onto his back and consider as she tugged away to sit up. He's spent so much time mourning. He wasn't sure he wanted to mourn again, in truth. He just had to figure out what he would - should - do with himself and the weight he carried. All the death. All the loss.

It was still a wound.

He glanced at her after another moment, examined the curve of her back and her neck.

"...I don't know. Sometimes I think it would have been better if she had simply executed me."

He sounded a touch morose.

"But that is a selfish thing, isn't it? To wish for death."