StormBornGoddess

You smiled up at Aelin from your spot on the floor, admiring the way the low candlelight of your room seemed to cast a halo around her. She looked angelic, like a gift from the gods themselves, and as you opened your mouth to tell her so-

The only slurred words that made their way out of your mouth were, “Y’r so pretty A’ln.”

She huffed, crossing her arms as she looked down at you, her eyes fond. “Thank you, baby, but why are you on the floor?” You got the distinct impression that she was trying not to laugh.

You shrugged, blinking hard as you tried to recall why exactly you were on the floor, in the doorway of your room staring up at your wife. Memories came to you in dizzying flashes, and you closed your eyes sharply to fight against the nausea that rose in your throat.

Something about a successful day of boring castle work, Aedion dragging you out, far too many drinks, and several long minutes of trying to drag both your and Aedion asses back home without passing out in the middle of the street. You mumbled all of this out, and Aelin sighed, her eyes rolling up as though she was asking the heavens for mercy.

She reached down, her hand slipping under your arms as she lifts you to your feet, resting you against her as she mumbled under her breath about how ‘she’s going to throttle Aedion’. You huff, only half listening to her complain and grumble as you lean into her, your eyelashes fluttering as you struggled to stay awake.

Aelin’s hold felt like the warm summer night, like the golden rays of dawn that was no doubt creeping up on the both of you.

You dig your chin into Aelin’s shoulder, and she hissed quietly as you interrupted her mid-rant. “A’ln, m’tired,” You mumbled, half coherent, “You c’n kill A’dion in the m’rn.” You feel her chest rise in a short laugh, before leans away from you. You whine as her warmth leaves you, despite the way her hands still rest on your waist.

“C’mon.” She murmurs fondly, tugging at your waist as she begins to lead you further into the bedroom. You allow her to lead you happily, mostly due to the fact that you probably would have fallen over if she wasn’t holding your hips in her hands.

She hushes you, laughing as she does, when she forces you to toes off your shoes before you both fall into bed, although she goes down a bit more gracefully then you so. You huff as she coaxes you into her arms, burying your head into her shoulder as your arm flops against her side in a loose imitation of an embrace. She laughs as you mumble out several noises that can just barely be tied into a, “Goodnight,” pressing a kiss into your hair.

You felt her gaze on you the moment you stepped into the party, piercing you like a blade from across the room.

You had watched as she ended her conversation as quickly as she could without enacting a national incident, making her way through the crowd towards you. Her fiery blond hair was bright against the crowd, making her a lighthouse in the endless ocean of the people spreading the two of you.

You had felt a bit bad when you moved away just as she was close enough that you could make out her dark dress, it’s gold lining complimenting the golden shards that danced in her turquoise eyes.

You would have been perfectly fine to allow her to touch you, her arm wrapping around your waist as she pulled you closer to her. She would have run her hand over your bare back, her fingers idly playing with the necklace draped down your back as the two of you made your rounds around the room, charming anyone around you.

You certainly didn’t mind the idea, you loved it if you were being honest, but you liked the idea of teasing her more.

You have been ignoring her the entire night, moving out of reach before she could reach for you or leading her into guests that were dying to talk to their queen. You watched her from your position against the wall, smirking when she caught your eyes over the shoulder of whatever lord she was talking with.

She look thoroughly uninterested in whatever he was saying, her eyes only for you. Her eyes narrowed as she took in your smug expression, momentarily turning back to the lord to excuse herself as she began to make her way towards you.

You rolled your shoulders as you reached out towards one of the servants next to you, replacing your now empty drink with a full one as you began to make your way back into the crowd. You looked over your shoulder, biting your lip to hold in your laugh as you made yourself further into the crowd, blending into the people around you almost seamlessly.

Almost.

Honestly, sometimes you forgot your wife used to be an assassin.

An arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a warm body behind you. You went willingly, almost purring as a hand ran up your throat to tilt your head until red lips pressed against yours. Gods, with how good Aelin felt pressed against you, kissing you, you were beginning to question why you were teasing her in the first place.

The answer came a moment later when Aelin turned you to face her, her eyes blazing with desire and need. She bent her head, her lips brushing over your pulse.

“You're trying to kill me.” She says, her breath warm against the skin of your neck. You hum and trail your fingertips over her sides, “Maybe.” You tease, tightening your grip as you pulled her closer to you.

She can't hold back a chuckle at your pleased tone, pressing a kiss against your neck before she pulls away to face you. You know there's no point in hiding the blush rising to your cheeks. You can feel her red lipstick lingering on your skin and you don't doubt that she's left a bright red mark on you for all to see.

Her eyes glance over you, her hunger for you growing as she takes in the way your dress hugs your body. One of her hands trails down your side until she reaches your thigh, rubbing her thumb over the fabric there.

You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer to you so you can press your lips together. Gods, she's not even fully touching you and you can already feel the heat rising from between your thighs, making you agonizingly focused on her touch.

The two of you part, breathless.

“I think we’re going to have to miss this dance, love.” Aelin asks, her voice light despite the hunger in her eyes. You chuckle, moving towards her neck to press your lips against her throat, leaving your own lipstick mark on your skin.

“Really? May I ask why, dearest?” You tease before gasping as she began to read you out of the room. She dodges between people before she's able to pull you into one of the large halls leading into the party.

She presses you against a wall, kissing you fiercely as she grips your hips. Her nails dig into your skin, even through the fabric of your dress. Her grip stings, setting your blood aflame as you buck your hips against her.

“Gods,” Aelin groans, “how attached are you to this dress?” You furrow your brows, pulling away to glare at her.

“Don’t even think about it.” You warn, still gasping for air. She huffs, bending her head to nip your throat. She chuckles when you arch your neck, exposing more of yourself to her. Her fangs trace over your pulse and you bunch the fabric of her dress in your hands as you groan.

One of her hands moves from your hips to rub over your thigh, pulling your dress up until it haphazardly bunches over your hips. Her other hand moves to brush over your underwear, lacy fabric covering her prize.

You chuckle breathlessly at her growl of frustration before gasping as she tugs your panties to the side, her fingers immediately finding your wet heat. She groans as your wetness coats her fingers. She glides her fingers over your clit, rubbing firmly against it. You bit your lip to hold in your moans, bucking your hips against her hand.

She purrs at your desperation, head ducking down to nip and kiss at your throat, “That’s it, sweetheart.” Her husky voice seems to echo in your ears as your hips pick up their pace. Aelin allows you to grind to your hearts content, waiting until your gasping out as your almost reach your peak. She drags her fingers away suddenly, laughing at your growl as you try to pull her hand back to you.

“Patience sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need.” Aelin coos, voice mocking and sickly sweet as she traced her fingers over you. She rubs over your clit firmly one more time before she moves lower, entering you. Your gasp as she pushes one, two fingers inside you.

Aelin doesn’t bother going slow, her fingers driving into your fiercely as you gasp and moan. You can barely bring yourself to care about your voice echoing back to the party, hips bucking. You can only focus on Aelin, on her fingers inside you and her lips at your neck.

She snarls at your moans, almost as desperate as you as she begins to hammer into you. Her voice is strained as she speaks, hunger clouding her eyes, “Come on sweetheart, give it to me. Soak my hand and let everyone know how good I make you feel.”

And you do, gods you do. Your body shakes as your cum, your wet heat tightening around Aelin’s fingers. Aelin curses, her fingers still thrusting into you. She eventually slows her pace as your breathing and shaking slows, pulling her fingers from you with a wet noise that leaves you flushed.

She holds your gaze as she rubs her tongue over her fingers, cleaning your wetness from them. You bite you lip, fighting against your suddenly desperate to pull her back to you despite your recent orgasm.

She smirks, pulling her fingers from her mouth as her free hand begins to smooth out your dress. At your confused look she chuckled, gold-flecked eyes sparking in amusement.

“We don’t want you to walk back into the party looking freshly fucked, do we? Imagine the scandal.” She laughs when your hand pushed at her shoulder, ignoring your glare as she offers you a hand.

Aelin certainly acted like one in the mornings, often snoring away into her pillow until you dragged her out of your shared bed. Which only really resulted in a grumpy, sleepy Aelin, but some sacrifices had to be made.

A sacrifice that would have to be made soon it seemed.

Aelin was tucked against your side, her blond hair spread against the bed sheets and tickling your skin. Sunlight filtered into the room, the early morning sun quickly ushering out the shadows of the night and warming you from your position tucked under the blankets.

You sighed, running a hand over Aelin’s skin, warm as always, and gently shook her. “My love, you have to get up.”

Nothing.

You shook her again and were rewarded with a grumble of something that sounded like a “noooo.” You smiled, leaning closer to kiss her temple. “Yeeess.” You replied, gently shaking her once more.

You chuckled as she whines, burying herself deeper into the covers. You watch her for a moment, as the sun washes its light over her and glints over her hair. You comb a hand through it and you feel your heart nearly burst as Aelin leans further into your touch, nearly purring.

At this rate, neither of you would be getting up.

It is with reluctance that you leave the bed, ignoring your wife’s whining and the hand that she reaches out to snatch you back in favor of rooting through one of your drawers. You smile in victory when you finally uncover a box of expensive chocolates, a gift you were planning on gifting Aelin later that night, but desperate times need desperate measures.

You return to the bed, shushing Aelin’s complaints of your previous ‘abandonment’ of her, tucking yourself back into her side before you open the box. It’s comical how quickly Aelin pops up, the scent of chocolate a stronger wake up call for her than anything else you’ve tried. Well, with you as a strong contestant.

She sits up, leaning on your shoulder as you pick up of the delicious sweet and hold it out for her. She gladly snatches it with her mouth, groaning in pleasure as she chews. You grab a bite yourself, leaning further against your wife. It’s delicious, sweet and soft as you chew and swallow.

Aelin presses a kiss to your cheek, snatching another chocolate with her fingers. “Thank you darling.” She murmurs, sleep making her voice husky. She presses the chocolate she snatched to your lips, wordlessly motioning for you to take it.

You gladly do, humming contently. This one had some kind of filling, something fruity, and it makes you hum in pleasure. Aelin chuckles, smiling softly at you as she intertwines the hands your not using to feed each other.

You cling to this sweet moment for a few minutes more, until you have an empty chocolate box in your lap and the sun is higher in the air. You sigh, turning to press a kiss into Aelin’s hair. “We have to get up.”

She groans, burying herself in your shoulder and wrapping her arms around you, clinging to you. You chuckle, lightly scratching her back with your nails. She purrs, relaxing her grip enough for you to slip out of her arms and stand. She yelps in surprise before pouting, glaring at you as you laugh.

“You’re the one who wanted to leave early for the boutique. What were your words? ‘I want to get to the good dresses before anyone else snatches them’?” You remind her, watching as sinking realization floods her face. She groans, running a hand through her hair.

“Alright, alright.” She mutters, stretching like her arms above her head before holding them out to you. Your raise an eyebrow, earning a roll of Aelin’s eyes.

“C’mon, can’t I get just one more kiss before we leave?” She asks, pouting at you. You know that it most definitely won’t be the last kiss of today, but you decide to humor her. You walk into her arms, leaning down to press your lips to hers. She hums, wrapping her arms around your waist.

You pull away, flushing at the soft way she looks at you, a gently smile on her lips. “I love you.” She murmurs and you smile, a hand on her cheek to rub your thumb over it. “I love you too.” You whisper, leaning down to press you lips together again.

You feel her smirk and you only have a moment of realization before she pulls you back onto the bed, laughing loudly. “Aelin!” You laugh, halfheartedly pushing her away as she flings herself over you, pushing you further into the bed.

You’re both late to the shops, people already milling about when you both rush there, but you can’t find it in yourself to care too much. Not when her hand is in yours, her thumb rubbing her it. Not when she smiles softly at you, gently kissing your lips, cheeks and hands any time she can.

Cold air brushed through your hair and chilled you underneath the thin silk dress they had dressed you in. By the time you were at the base of the mountain pass you were a quivering mess, shaking so hard you almost fell to the ground when you climbed off your horse.

The guard at your side moved you forward, his grip bruising as he dragged you in front of your party of priests and knights, the wagons full of gold and treasures. All of this, you included, for the shadow that quickly descended from the mountain. You closed your eyes as the great beast landed, dirt and snow kicking up into your group's faces.

When you opened your eyes you took in the huge white beast in front of you. Not quite a dragon, though it definitely could be confused for one, given the sharp horns and the great wings and its generally body shape. Everything else about it gave it away though, it’s eyes, the clouds of frost that flowed from its mouth like smoke, and the fact that it quickly became wrapped in shadow before a handsomely dressed, white haired woman emerged from it.

A demon.

More importantly, the demon you would soon be married to.

Hopefully.

As she steps closer you get a chance to take her all in. Her golden eyes have slitted irises that flicker over your group and the wagons behind them before they land on you. She eyes you up anddown, and you shiver as something flickers in her eyes. Appraisal or something else, you don’t know.

She stops a few feet of you and silence echoes through the mountains as your party nervously shuffles and fidgets. She raises an eyebrow after a moment and one of the priests nervously steps forward, waving her hands to you and the wagons.

“We bring you otherings, great one, to show our devotion. I-if you’ll have them.” She only gestures to you with a clawed hand and the guard holding you eagerly shoves you forward, no doubt to get the attention further from him. Your shoulder hurts, and you’re sure it’s bruised, though you don’t dare to look. Not when the demon is watching you so intently.

“We-we have brought you a wife, or a concubine, o-or a prize for you,” the priest rambles on, and you try not to cringe at his ill prepared speech as he stutters over his words.

The demon rolls her eyes. “A wife?” She asks and you utter a small prayer at the annoyance in her tone. “Y-yes, great one, an offering to you, should you find her fitting.” Like you were some kind of cattle being traded from one farmer to another.

“I do not remember asking for a wife.” The demon states. “W-well yes, but we felt-“ the priest rambles on but the demon raises her hand. Most likely to spare herself of his stuttering.

She looks you over again and you feel like a piece of meat offered to the slaughter, wrapped in silk and gems like you are. As the silence trails on you begin to fear that she’ll refuse you and the gifts, that she’ll kill you all for bringing her unsatisfactory gifts.

“I’ll take her.”

You breathe out and you don’t know if it’s in relief that she’s satisfied or fear that now you're married to a demon.

The priest begins to say how honored they are, how grateful, but you can only focus on the demon as she extends a hand towards you, palm open and waiting for yours.

You swallow and extend your own hand to hers, meeting claws and scales. Her hand isn’t rough like you thought it would be, her scales so smooth that they glide over your hand. She pulls you closer to her and you force your eyes to stay on the ground, ignoring the fact that you can feel her eyes staring at you.

“Leave the gifts at the altar.” She says and the priest shuffles uneasily, wringing his hands. The Demon raises an eyebrow at him and huffs her in annoyance. “What.” She growls and you look up to see the priest look like he might faint at any moment.

“The- the ceremony for the marriage, it m-must be confirmed.” He says and you shiver. Oh. He wants to watch you-?

The Demon snarls and the priest looks like he might collapse. “The ceremony will be finished when and where I like. She is my wife, is she not?” She says and you flush as her clawed hands curl around your hips, pulling you against her. The priest nods rapidly.

“O-Of course great one, but the gods-“ you pray to the gods he’ll hold his tongue, that he’ll shut up before the Demon rips out his tongue. The Demon curls her lip at the priest, sharp fangs peeking out of her mouth.

“Leave before I rip off your hands.” She snarls and the priest finally leaves with the group and as they walk away you swear to see him collapse along the way back to your village, but you can be sure with the distance. The hand on your hips tightens and you turn to your now fiancé.

Her honeyed eyes are on you and you shiver and the hand in your hip trails up to cup your jaw. She looks you over once more and you can see now how openly she appreciates your form. “Well, little wife, how would you have it?” She asks and you feel like you are most definitely as red as a tomato as her thumb runs over your cheek.

“Have what G-Great one?” You ask and she smirks, leaning down to smirk at you. “The ceremony, of course. Surely you want your gods to see our marriage?” She purrs, though the word ‘gods’ comes out a bit bitterly.

Her other hand is gripping your hips, and pulling you ever closer to her. “I-I should think so.” You stutter and the Demon’s smirk widens. She leans down to whisper into your ear and you can feel the tip of a forked tongue flick against your ear.

“My name is Manon. It’s hardly appropriate to have my wife moan out ‘Great One.’”

***

You imagined your wedding ceremony a million different ways but most definitely not with you up against a tree while your wife is between your legs, forked tongue flicking over your clit. You’ve come once already but Manon had carried on, growling into your cunt.

“So sweet, little wife.” Manon purrs and you gasp as she brings her fingers to your cunt. “I wonder how warm your sweet cunt is?”

“W-wait, your claws!” You protest and Manon laughs, causing you to gasp as the vibrations flutter on your clit. You hear- something below you, feel the tingle of magic between your legs and then Manon’s fingers are between your legs, pushing up into your cunt, smooth, not clawed, and warmth replaces the coolness of scales.

You look down to see a demonic, clawed hand on your hips, and human fingers in your cunt. You don’t really care further than that when you feel Manon’s finger curl into a spot that makes you see stars and she licks at your clit with that damn tongue and-

“Fuck!” Your curse as you cum again, digging your fingers into her white hair as you grind against her face. Manon groans, eagerly licking up your juices.

Manon finally lets up and lets you lean against the tree, panting as you relax your grip on her hair. Manon stays between your legs, softly licking at your sensitive cunt.

Manon stands and scoops you up into her arms. You gasp, wrapping your arms around her neck as she lays you onto soft grass. Manon purrs at your shocked expression and pulls open your legs.