by V Vee
She nodded and exhaled. “I do.”
Alastair sighed in relief and smiled at Leyah’s tinkling laughter.
“What God has joined together, let no man tear asunder. By the power vested in me, by the King of Malvidence and the great lord above: I now proclaim you man and wife.” He patted Alastair’s shoulder. “Now you may kiss the bride.”
The audience around them exploded in laughter and applause, as Alastair tugged Leyah close to him, and took her lips in a fierce kiss, dipping her backwards. Her hands clung to his shoulders, and she moaned, but Alastair continued to assault her mouth with his tongue, finally being able to touch her, kiss her, hold her… love her, as his wife. He ignored the catcalls and the clearing of throats around him as he laid claim to his wife’s lips, only standing her back up and releasing her when the need for air became a priority.
Leyah blinked up at him, her eyes dazed with passion, and Alastair grinned smugly.
“Ladies and gentleman, Mexoria Źeylήiaes, may I present to you: Prince and Princess Alastair Smythe!” the priest declared.
Everyone stood to their feet, applauding and cheering, and Alastair nodded at them in pride, as he led his new wife down the aisle, and from the cathedral to their awaiting limo.
Had he paid a little more attention to his surroundings, he would have noticed the man against the wall whose fists clenched around a hidden gun beneath his tuxedo jacket, Danorian’s thunderous expression, or the guilt and shame that briefly appeared on his new bride’s face. But he noticed none of those things, instead he made himself a promise that he and Leyah would not be staying at the reception for long.
He had a marriage to consummate.
Chapter Twenty-Three
A lastair carried Leyah over the threshold of his suite and straight through the sitting room into his bedroom. He felt as if he’d been waiting for this day for a lifetime. He knew it had only been a few months, however, the desire and lust that surged through his body, battering against his ribcage, and thickening his cock, made a mockery of that truth. He was desperate for Leyah. It was why they’d left the reception after only ten minutes of being there. Five minutes in, he’d removed her garter and tossed it into the crowd, laughing when his brother Augustus had caught it. When Leyah had thrown the bouquet and Helen had snatched it from the air, Alastair felt as though it were fate.
Listen to him. Fate? Since when had he become so sappy. So romantic. So… well, so, hopelessly enamored with all aspects of love and relationships?
As he lay Leyah’s body on the bed, the full skirt of her wedding gown spread out over his dark blue bedspread, and the train trailing down to the floor, he knew the answer. He looked down at her and smiled. Reaching up with a hand, he caressed her cheek, then trailed his fingers down her jaw, her neck, and to the top of her sweetheart neckline.
“You were beautiful today,” he told her.
“Thank you,” she responded, with a blush, red tinging her skin.
“Did you know I couldn’t take my eyes off you the entire ceremony or the time we spent in the reception?” he confessed.
“You mean the five minutes we were there?” she teased him.
“Hey!” he said, trying to sound affronted. “We were there for ten.”
“Oh,” Leyah retorted, sitting up and placing her right hand on her chest, trying to affect an expression of apology. “Forgive me, Mexoria Źeylήia, we were there ten minutes. Yes, you are correct.” She giggled, and it was a beautiful sound, though he could tell by the look of surprise that covered her face that it was a sound she’d never made before. “You know, Valerie told me that Algerone waited at least an hour before he swept her out of their reception,” she pointed out.
Alastair grunted. “Yeah, well, they were already married by the time they had a wedding and reception. Married with five children, and two more on the way,” he stated. “We are just getting started.” He leaned down to place a kiss on her clavicle, then one at the top of her cleavage, before licking the tops of her breasts that peeked above the fabric of her gown. “I haven’t had the chance or the opportunity to fully take you yet. By the time Algerone allowed his family to be at his wedding and watch him marry Valerie, he already knew what making love to her felt like. They’d had fourteen years together. You and me? I know what your pussy tastes like. I know what your pussy feels like on my fingers. I know what your breasts taste like. What your lips taste like, but I have no idea how amazing your pussy feels like surrounding my cock.”
He punctuated each sentence with a deep, wet kiss to the area he described. Even kissing Leyah through the fabric of her gown. He heard the catch in her throat and smiled. Lifting himself up from her delectable body, he walked over to his armoire and opened a drawer. Pulling out a wrapped box, he walked back over to the bed and handed Leyah the gift.
He watched as she looked up at him with a question in her eyes, but without saying anything, she slowly peeled apart the wrapping. He sat next to her as she slowly, and methodically, revealed the white box beneath. She glanced back over at him, then lifted the lid. He chuckled darkly when she inhaled sharply, then reached in and pulled out the items inside.
“This,” he held up a pair of handcuffs. “is for later tonight. This,” he held up a coil of red, Shibari rope. “is for right now. As soon as I get you undressed. Whereas this,” he held up the slender, pink dildo with the curved end. “Is to get you ready for this,” he said as he cupped his groin.
Leyah swallowed thickly, the sound echoing in the silent room. “Do you really think I need… that?” she asked pointing at the dildo.
Alastair looked at the dildo, then at Leyah, then down at his erection trapped behind the zipper of his tuxedo pants. He nodded.
“Most definitely,” he told her. “You are amazingly tight. I love it, and I can’t wait to get inside of you. But this is your first time. I plan on making it amazing for you. I want you to always remember this with happiness and pleasure. You can’t do that, if you’re in pain the entire time.”
Leyah indicated the dildo again. “Am I going to lose my virginity to silicone, Alastair?” she questioned.
He shook his head. “No. That’s mine. I’m going to push this in shallowly, just to prepare you and get you ready, stretched, for me. Then I’m going to take the thing you’ve been saving for me your entire life.
“You belong to me, Leyah. Every inch of you is mine. You are my princess now.” He nipped at her earlobe.
“Mmm,” Leyah moaned as he tugged her up from the bed and turned her around, her ass pulled against his hard rock. His hand slid into the neckline of her gown, pulling on one nipple. “Don’t stop,” she groaned.
“I have no intention of doing so.” He said, lifting her hands and wrapping them around his neck. “These titties drove me to distraction all throughout the ceremony.”
The smell of her arousal enticed him to hurry things along, but he wouldn’t rush. Not for her first time. He slid to his knees behind her. “You look lovely in this gown, so I’m going to have to be very careful to not rip it,” he said. He pressed his face against her ass and slid the palms of her hands up and down her legs, lifting her skirt higher with each pass. Before he could drive them both crazy with more of his caresses, he stood and turned her to face him.
He leaned in and gently kissed her lips. He reached up and caressed her cheeks with soft, gentle strokes. Her tongue pressed against his insistently as he deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as her actions became more desperate. He needed to please her, but she was making it harder for him to think clearly. He sat down on the edge of the bed and he grabbed her waist and sat her down onto his lap, letting her feel his erection. Alastair grunted as Leyah gyrated her hips on his lap, then reached up, unzipped the back of her dress, then reached around to unhook her bra. He growled when he realized she didn’t have one on. Damn, there’s no way we would have stayed past two minutes if I’d known this, he thought to himself. He tugged the flowered straps of her gown d
own her arms, placing kisses along each inch of bared skin.
Her breasts bounced in front of his face, once they were free from the material, and he leaned in to suck on her hardened nipples. A moan of desire fell from her lips, and Leyah arched her back in pleasure. She gazed down at him with passion-hazed eyes as he circled her smooth skin with his tongue. When Leyah reached out and tugged at his buttons, her fingers fumbling, Alastair lifted his head and tore his shirt off, the buttons flying around his bed—their bed—the sound of the pearl buttons pinging on the floor and the top of his dresser. He revealed his broad, muscular chest and abs to her hungry gaze, and wanted to flex his biceps and make his pecs dance for her enjoyment, especially when she licked her lips.
He lowered his head to her breast once more, groaning as Leyah buried her fingers in his dark hair. She slid her hands down his muscled torso, and he looked up at her with passion heating his blood. He growled again when Leyah whimpered, and she looked up to meet his gaze with a shy smile. “I want you so badly, miora ruĝa,” he confessed. “Do you want me?” Leyah nodded, her eyes dazed and her lids half open.
“Desperately.” She leaned down and took his lips with her own in a completely unexpected motion. The air left his lungs as tongue dueled with his own in the deep, wet warmth of her mouth. He couldn’t take it any longer—he needed to taste her again. With a grunt, Alastair lifted Leyah from his lap and pulled her gown the rest of the way from her body, leaving it in a heap on the floor. He left her veil on her head, and her heels on her feet, wanting to taste her, fuck her, bind her and claim her, with them still on. Pulling down her white slip and palming the globes of her exposed ass around her white thong, he leaned down and effortlessly picked her up, laying her down on the mattress.
He tugged at her thong and pulled it to the side, his voracious appetite for her apparent as he nibbled, licked, and kissed her midriff and worked his way down to her supple, inner thighs. Leyah lay back on the bed, her legs spreading to the sides as Alastair dove closer to her moist center. He was an expert on her pleasure points and favorite spots by this time, and he eagerly sucked on her clit, then licked at her labia as she squirmed in passion. Leyah grew wetter with each pass of his tongue; her slickness increasing and flowing generously into his mouth. “Alastair,” she pleaded and Alastair grinned, but refused to give up his favorite treat. Not yet. He needed her desperate, squirming, aching for him, only then would he bring her satisfaction. This first time, he needed her mindless with passion.
Lifting his head from Leyah’s pussy, Alastair reached out for the rope that had been shoved to floor in his need to taste her. He uncoiled the red rope and moved up Leyah’s body, his fingers grazing her skin softly. “Pull your knees up to your chest.” He commanded her.
Leyah blinked, but did as he’d ordered without question, pulling her knees towards her bare chest and holding them there without needing to use her hands. Alastair was impressed by her flexibility, he knew that would come in handy over the next… sixty or seventy years. As long as he could still get an erection, and Leyah still wanted him. He gazed down lovingly at the pussy that was obscenely exposed for his eyes only. Licking his lips, Alastair planned his next few moves as he brought Leyah pleasure, before finally claiming her for himself. He pulled Leyah’s arms up to the headboard and wrapped her fingers around the bars. “Keep them there and don’t move them,” he said in a fierce tone. He began wrapping the rope around her arms and the bars, bringing her wrists together above her head. He looped the rope loosely around her neck, and down to her chest. He wrapped the rope around her stomach, beneath each breast, up through the loop around her neck, to ensure she would feel a little pressure from the rope, but not enough to completely choke her. He continued on down to her waist, lifting her ass up off the bed slightly to be able to bind her ankles to her already bound wrists. Leyah was completely restrained and bound, waiting for him to have his way with her.
Alastair leaned down and stuck out his tongue, tease her exposed nipples with it as he knelt on the bed, still in his tuxedo pants. He continued licking down each inch of skin exposed by the rope, over her thighs, up her legs to her feet and back, being sure to not touch her dripping pussy. Leyah’s whimpers and pleas for him to touch her, along with the scent of her essence made him slightly dizzy, and with his eyes fixed on her own he lowered his head to her waiting sex. He ran his nose up through Leyah’s wet folds. Coating his face with her wetness. Leyah pants echoed throughout the room, and Alastair decided to stop teasing her and get back to his dessert. He started licking, kissing, and slurping at her slit like a thirsty man in the desert who’d finally found a source of water.
Leyah pulled and shook the bars where her hands were restrained, her feet arching and pressing against the metal also. She was unaware, or maybe she knew, that with each wiggle and tug, her pussy was further opened to his assault, her sexy pressing up to his mouth.
“Oh fuck! Gods!,” Leyah screamed.
“Iak,” Alastair growled. “Let me hear you, my princess. Let everyone hear how much I please you, Baby.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Leyah cried.
Alastair continued to lap at her entrance, periodically sucking her swollen clit into his mouth. Moving his head side to side, his tongue moving up and down her labia. Sucking at each set of her intimate lips before Leyah’s body tensed up and she shattered underneath him. Her voice began to taper off as it grew hoarse, her stomach quivering from the force of her orgasm. Reaching down, Alastair picked up the dildo from the box on the floor. He held it up for Leyah to see. He smiled down at her as she licked her lips again. Kneeling before her now soaking pussy again, uncaring about the wet spot that drenched the bedsheet, he ran the toy over her folds, delighting in her shivering.
“Nerls,” Leyah cursed in Malvidencian as he slid the dildo inside her shallowly. He knew when the curved end grazed her G-spot when she inhaled sharply and let out a slight squeal. He worked it in and out of her slit, letting her get accustomed to the size, but stopping just short of puncturing her hymen. He leaned down to taste her again, lapping at her folds around the dildo. Before long, Leyah’s body was writhing, bucking, and tugging at the rope again as another orgasm tore its way through her.
Sliding the dildo from inside her, Alastair plunged his fingers into her wet heat, the tips stopped by the flesh of her hymen. That didn’t prevent him from pound his fingers into her. Curses flew from her lips, alternating between Waldakan, Malvidencian, and English.
“Yes, that’s my dirty princess,” he groaned as he spread his fingers inside her slit, widening her pussy entrance to take him.
He cupped one globe of her ass and planted a kiss on it, all while his fingers continued to further stretch her to accept him. “Please, Las. I need you.”
His nickname on her lips, and her pleading caused him to snap. He needed her like he needed his next breath. Bending over her, he reached out and, reaching for her feet, he slowly unwound the rope from her body. Not completely, but just enough so that she could wrap her legs around him. Once her legs were lowered, her feet planted on the mattress. Alastair lowered his hands to the zipper and button of his trousers. His eyes roamed over all Leyah’s dark honey-brown skin. Every curve. It all belonged to him now. If he was honest, it had always belonged to him. He just hadn’t known she was out there waiting for him to claim it. There wasn’t a single flaw about her. To him she was absolutely perfect. He kicked his pants off the rest of the way. He wrapped his fingers around her thigh, admiring the sight of his lighter skin against her own darker flesh. It was the most gorgeous and delicious sight he’d ever seen.
Alastair’s hands caressed her thighs and down her legs, causing goosebumps to rise, once again. Leyah opened her mouth when she felt his tongue stroking along the seam and groaned as he slid it in. The kiss intensified quickly, and Leyah knew that the time had finally come. She was about to lose her virginity to Alastair. Her husband. Her love. She tried not to wiggle from impatience. But the sound of his chuckle l
et her know that she was unsuccessful. His self-control is impressive, but as Leyah looked down at the long, thick, angry red shaft sticking straight up from his groin, she knew that control cost him dearly. She could also tell by the slight shake of his fingers, that his control had come to an end.
He lifted her legs up over each elbow, spreading her wide open and slowly slid his erect shaft inside her body. The harsh bite of pain from Alastair’s teeth closing down on her shoulder as he leaned over her, sliding deeper inside her entrance, pulling down further onto his cock, caused her back to arch. Her mouth fell open as she took her man within her for the first time, the head of his erection pushing through her hymen finally. Alastair freezes, not moving and stilling her hips so she didn’t move either. When she looked up at him, opening her eyes after moments, his gaze was soft with concern. Tears stream from her eyes, the pain sharp and intense, but the love and need she had for him even more piercing and encompassing. Alastair wiped her tears away, before placing a sweet, loving kiss to her lips. Holding her gaze, he slowly began to guide her hips, gently pushing and pulling inside her entrance. Pain has been replaced with nothing but pure pleasure. Her juices flow in earnest now, easing his way deeper into her body. She felt so full, even with all of his preparation, Alastair is stretching her pussy in a way she didn’t think was possible, hitting areas deep in her core she was unaware even existed. She shuddered as he dragged his cock through her folds. His breathing increases. His hold on her thighs tightened. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes rolling up behind her lids. She couldn’t believe it. She was about to come again. Her toes went numb, her fingers strangling the metal bars of the headboard above her. His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing gently, as he growled at her.
“Open your eyes. Watch me take you,” he ordered, causing her eyes to open and stare back into his. His hips thrust up into hers. He drops her thighs and grab onto the headboard with one hand, the other still around her throat. Leyah wrapped her legs around his waist, the heels of her shoes pressing against his back. He rocks into her harder and faster. His strong thigh wedge underneath her, as he thrusts deeper into her body. His strokes are more intense, more passionate. Alastair groaned and the sound, knowing she was giving him such pleasure, caused Leyah to whimper. His pace quickened, and he released her throat to clutch the sheets by her head as he slammed his hips against the curve of her ass, going deeper and harder.