Cessilia felt a bit more embarrassed. She had lost her virginity just the previous day... It was only natural he’d ask. However, she felt completely fine. Her body had recuperated quite quickly already, and in fact, she was even eager to do it again... She wanted it. She nodded, her heart beating fast and her whole body sweating a bit from the heat. Ashen smiled, throwing her heart for a loop. He then ventured lower, to her surprise, moving his face between her legs. Pinned to the bed, Cessilia covered her mouth, embarrassed by her own excitement.

“A-Ashen...”

“Let me taste you.”

Before she could protest, his mouth was against her lower lips, and she moaned helplessly, surprised by the sensations it caused in her lower stomach. As Ashen used his tongue and lips to please her, his hand caressing her curves, Cessilia heard herself gasping and moaning in pleasure. She wanted to explore this facet of her womanhood. She was young, but so eager to learn more about the pleasures of the flesh. The situation was embarrassing, and making her blush endlessly, but she didn’t want to push any of it away. She wanted more... more of what Ashen was giving her. She moved her legs as she felt like it, her toes grabbing the sheets, and wriggled her waist under his tongue, crying out in pleasure. Her voice was embarrassing to her own ears, but she liked those sounds of the woman inside her getting pleasured by her lover. Ashen’s mouth was restless, not letting her escape. The wet sounds and movements were filled with lust, and a heat was growing in her stomach.

“Ashen...” she cried out, grabbing his hair.

His hot breath was as much a torture as his tongue. It felt like this would never end, but something was growing, dangerous and attractive. The pleasure was rising. Her voice got louder, her breath shorter. She could feel the tide rising, the sparks around her stomach close to the big finale...

He stopped suddenly, making her almost cry in dissatisfaction. Yet, Ashen quickly readjusted his position to move above her, and she felt him against her entrance, making her even more eager. Cessilia cupped his face with both her hands and led him to kiss her. That kiss had a strange taste, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to feel him, all of him. She heard him chuckle, and he slowly moved, pushing his way inside, making her cry out. Cessilia spread her legs naturally, letting him all the way in, groaning in pleasure as he filled the void he had left just before. Her trembling voice spoke volumes. She didn’t remember it being like this, but she liked that heat in her lower body, the foreign feeling inside. Ashen groaned next to her ear and clenched his fist around the cushion by her head.

“Are you a-alright?”

He chuckled, and this sent weird sensations that made her shudder.

“I should be the one asking you that,” he whispered, kissing her cheek. “...I’m alright. Just working on my self-restraint...”

“B-but I’m fine...”

He sighed and got on his elbows to look at her.

“I think you underestimate my greed a bit,” he muttered. “You have no idea how much I want you... how much I have been craving you since yesterday.”

Cessilia blushed and smiled, caressing his cheek.

“I want it too, Ashen... p-please.”

He sighed, shaking his head a bit.

“You’re more dangerous than an army of dragons, Cessi. ...Alright. Don’t get mad at me later, please.”

He suddenly began moving, making her cry out. It was more than she remembered. His pelvis moved so fast, so deep, she soon found herself crying out, completely helpless. His movements were so restless, barely giving her room to breathe as he pulled almost all the way back, and went all the way in. Her body might have been strong, but her mind wasn’t prepared for the torturing sensations of pleasure. It was like her stomach was twisted, the heat between her legs burning. The wetness from earlier was turning into a rapid, flowing back and forth with him, and rushing everything inside.

“Ah... Ah... A-Ashen! Ha... Hm!”

Cessilia was trying to catch her breath, hold onto him, but her body reacted faster than she could. She felt the waves rushing inside with him, the bed creaking helplessly, and the sensations between her legs making her crazy. She loved it, she loved it so much but she couldn’t even stop to savor it. It was like a storm of pleasure unleashing inside, and she could only let herself be carried along. Ashen’s grunts of pleasure were music to her ears, bestial and sexy. To think he was craving her body like this made her feel so powerful and desirable. She liked that he was losing himself in her, turning back into a greedy, pleasure-driven man craving her. There was no pain, but her body was straining to endure his frenzied pounding, her whole body trembling at each thrust. He only slowed down to kiss her, and each time, she found relief in that kiss, his lips more gentle than his lower body. She grabbed his shoulders to hold on to, her fingers locked on some strands of his white hair, and she tried to keep her eyes open. It was even sexier that they both had their clothes on, her dress pulled up to her stomach, and Ashen’s pants lowered on his legs. A bit playful as he slowed down to kiss her again, Cessilia ventured her hand to grab his butt, making him jump in surprise, so much so that he stopped moving for a short while. She chuckled, a bit amused to be the one to shock him for once.

“You...”

He took a look at her red cheeks, a proud and wry smile on her lips. Her touch on that part of his body had calmed down the beast a little. He was far from done, and still inside her, but that was a welcomed break for the two of them, catching their breath while staring at each other.

“Are you being mischievous, my princess?” he chuckled.

“I c-can touch you where I w-want,” she retorted, her lips pouting a bit.

She was unbearably cute when she was trying to take the offensive. He chuckled and lowered his head to kiss her. Cessilia’s hand was not letting go, a bit possessive of his muscular bottom. He quite liked it when she tried to be more boastful, as opposed to her usual shyness... especially when she did it to claim her ownership of him. He kissed her cheek.

“You sure can,” he chuckled.

Then, he gently grabbed her hand, moving it from his butt to where their bodies were joined. Cessilia’s stony facade dropped, while he chuckled.

“You’re the one... making me like this.”

Cessilia was rendered mute. He was inside of her with this? She regretted being so cocky just a second ago when she had such little self-awareness... Ashen resumed moving, slowly, making her even more aware of what was going on down there. Cessilia tried to control her breathing and her shameful thoughts, but it was a bit too late. Ashen guided her fingers on her own body, triggering a new little touch of pleasure. She was unveiling the secrets of carnal pleasure at high speed, and she couldn’t admit to herself how good that felt... Before she realized it, he resumed his pounding, and her fingers moved on their own to increase her pleasure. Her voice grew steadily louder, now following the rhythm of her lover’s thrusts. His groans too. He called her nickname in between, not slowing down anymore. Time around them was now solely regulated by their pleasure, growing faster as the wave grew bigger. Cessilia could feel the pleasure rising; her fingertips moved faster, and Ashen’s pounding intensified, making her cry out. Her hand stiffened, and she stopped her fingers, suddenly completely absorbed in his rough pounding. He was going fast, all in and almost all out, wrecking her senses and making some parts of her body numb, as if to focus everything on the ones being pleasured. Her moans echoed in the room, but she was deaf to them; she could only focus on the inner sensations and the sparks that suddenly bloomed in her stomach. It was so sudden, she felt her body stiffen, and heard Ashen groan loudly. He froze deep inside, and her entire body froze, pinned down by pleasure and the strange trembling that came from it.

When her limbs finally relaxed, Cessilia calmed down, her breath slowing down. She had no idea when she had closed her eyes, but she could feel Ashen’s fingers gently combing her hair. She hugged him, hiding her face in his neck. She was happy. It was like a stolen, private moment between them, so short but so blessed. Even if she was tired, she liked the lingering sensations in her body, the soft memory of their intense love-making.

“...Are you alright?”

Cessilia nodded slowly against his shoulders. She truly was. A bit tired, but happy, her heart at ease. She heard Ashen sigh, and his lips kissed her shoulders. He pulled out, making her grimace. She felt strangely empty, but her body needed a bit of a break from his presence inside.

“Damn it,” he groaned.

“Ashen?”

“...I came inside. Sorry...”

He sighed again, but Cessilia wasn’t happy with that. She moved away to look at his annoyed expression.

“Why d-do you apologize?”

He made a sour expression.

“I don’t want to get you pregnant, Cessilia.”

“Why n-not?” she protested, almost vexed.

Cessilia had always wanted children. Not as many as her mother, but as someone who had helped raise her younger siblings, she knew a bit about the happiness of raising a baby. She was aware she was still young, but she thought of herself as mature and aware enough to become a mother, and her own mom was pregnant with her firstborn when she was even younger than Cessilia. Moreover, Ashen was a King, and he would need heirs as soon as possible, probably. He was older than her by over four years too. Cessilia had dreamt the father of her children would be him, just like she wanted to be the mother of his children. Hearing him say he didn’t want her to be pregnant was hurtful.

Ashen realized one second too late he had misspoken and made her upset. His black eyes opened wide, and right after, he avoided her gaze for a second and shook his head.

“It’s not that I don’t want a child with you,” he explained. “Just... not now.”

“It t-takes several months t-to conceive a baby,” she retorted. “B-By then, I’m sure we will b-be done with the c-competition and the c-clans’ opposition too...”

“It’s not about the competition or the clans. I’m the one who’s not ready, Cessilia.”

There was something painful in his tone that made her calm down instantly. Ashen wasn’t against having a child with her; the issue was more personal. Cessilia moved their position to sit up, facing him with her hands still on his shoulders. He was still avoiding her eyes, though. She gently pulled a bit of his white hair off his face and back.

“...T-tell me,” she said gently. “Ashen, speak t-to me.”

He sighed and leaned forward, resting his head against her stomach. She still couldn’t see his face, but at least, his shoulders were a bit more relaxed.

“I would... love your child, Cessilia. A baby that comes from you... I would love your baby like I love you. So, so much. But I just... I don’t think I could be a good father, Cessi. I grew up in a broken family, with no father figure. My father was a horrible piece of shit to both his women, and even worse to his own children. ...What if I do the same thing to our child? What if I... get mad at him or her, what if I scare them? What if I... if I ever hurt them? I’d rather die than risk doing anything to your child.”

Cessilia smiled. It wasn’t really something she should have been happy about, but in her heart, Ashen was just proving himself to be an even better man than she thought. Underestimating himself, and already showing so much love and concern over his future children. Their future children.