Finally, they reached the very end of the coast, past the last deserted streets, gardens and trees, where there was nothing else other than the sea, for as far as their eyes could see. Because the waves were so quiet tonight, it felt beautiful, almost eerie, with the moon lighting up the shimmering surface of the water. Cessilia thought they’d admire the view, but to her surprise, Ashen kept pulling her along.
“Here,” he said.
To her surprise, she saw him go down some invisible trail past the coast, and realized there were stairs built into the rocks. They would have been impossible to see, if someone didn’t purposely stand almost at the edge and looked down to their right. The stairs had been very roughly cut too, so there weren’t two the same, and they had to go down slowly to avoid slipping. It would have been impossible to use it if the weather hadn’t been perfectly calm... Only on a night like this, with no wind and no rain, was it safe to go down. Cessilia had to hold up the hem of her dress, and Ashen went down very slowly too, holding her hand securely at each step she took.
They passed in front of little holes in the rock, some bigger than others, and before they got there, Cessilia had already guessed what kind of place they were headed to.
The cave wasn’t very large, but it was certainly beautiful. The stairs were taking an abrupt turn to the right, and there was a very small pathway inside, where they had to stay close to the wall on their right, while on their left, the sea waves gently came and went, filling a little river that went deeper inside. Despite the small entryway, there were other holes higher in the cave that the moonlight was shining through, illuminating the cave and its river in a gorgeous, blue-white light. For a while, she thought the river water was shimmery white, with dozens of little colored pieces at its bottom, until she looked closer. A bed of white seashells. The beautiful seashells were paving the entire river bed, along with pieces of blue or green frosted, smooth sea glass. Because the water depth was so shallow and the waves gentle, it looked like a shimmering mirror reflecting the moonlight in even more beautiful colors. Cessilia’s breath was taken away.
“It’s beautiful...” she muttered.
Surprised, Ashen suddenly stopped walking and turned to her. He was staring so intensely, Cessilia blushed helplessly.
“W-what...?”
“Just now, you... you didn’t stutter.”
She blushed even more, and lowered her head, nodding weakly.
“It happens... s-sometimes.”
Ashen smiled and closed the distance between them in a couple of steps.
“So you like it?”
“It’s a b-beautiful place.” Cessilia nodded. “How d-did you find it...?”
“My mother showed it to me and my brothers years ago. According to her, only a few young people knew of its existence when she was young... I guess most people living in the Capital now have no idea. It’s impossible to get here most of the time. It takes the perfect weather conditions that we rarely have here, and a low tide. We can only stay here for... perhaps two or three hours before this whole place gets filled by the sea again.”
Cessilia was amazed. This was such an ephemeral and beautiful place. To think this place possibly wouldn’t be available to anyone for a few days, before becoming such an enchanting place again...
Ashed smiled and turned around again, pulling her deeper into the cave. There were little holes going deeper, but they couldn’t be accessed by a human. The floor was humid, with a thin layer of half-dry sand, and some seashells forgotten by the tide scattered around them. Cessilia couldn’t help but try to avoid stepping on them on the rocky floor. Ashen took her to a little area that was about one step above the little river, dryer, and large enough, around the size of a small room. He took off his large, thick fur coat, and put it down on the floor for them to sit on it. He sat first, inviting Cessilia to join him. She sat shyly next to him, admiring the view they had on the little river and farther away past the cave entrance, on the large Eastern Sea.
He gently pressed his lips against her shoulder, before taking the back of her hands to his lips as well.
“I know it’s not as great as the wonders of the Dragon Empire, but... I wanted to show you the best of my world.”
“It’s t-truly amazing, Ashen. I love this p-place.”
To his surprise, Cessilia leaned in and initiated a kiss between them. The King answered her kiss, his breathing a bit unsteady. His lips against hers were trying to keep up, yet holding back a bit, as if he was afraid to lose control. He was frowning faintly, looking almost... in pain. Cessilia liked this restraint about him, though. She smiled, and while their lips parted, she caressed his cheek gently.
“Aren’t you... c-cold?” he muttered.
“You’re the one with a s-stutter now?” she chuckled.
The King blushed a little. He couldn’t hide his troubles, but the Princess found him even more charming when he was embarrassed and visibly torn inside. She smiled and put another quick peck on his lips. Then, she stared right into his eyes and putting her hands around his neck, she moved to sit across his lap, straddling him. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, but she had never felt so confident and bold. She smiled at him.
“...I’m never c-cold,” she said, a dash of pink on her cheeks.
His breath taken away, Ashen grabbed the Princess’ nape, and pulled her in for a wilder kiss.
The heat rapidly increased around them. Their damp and hot breathing and their wild kiss made any thought about the cold irrelevant. It was just the two of them, in their little world, kissing and caressing each other. The memory from that morning was rekindled in a matter of seconds, making them both lose their hesitation to indulge in some tender exchanges. Cessilia loved that he never wore a shirt, and left his torso bare for her to caress and touch. It was like a vast, warm, and soft land under her fingers.
He kept caressing her, but as he was hesitant to undress her, Cessilia took the first step, slowly undoing her leather belt and tossing it aside, taking her arms out of her sleeves, the dress naturally falling down to reveal her skin. Ashen’s breathing stopped for a second, and she saw him gasp very faintly, as if breath-taken.
“You’re... beautiful,” he muttered.
He wished he had words closer to the truth of what he was experiencing right then, but none seemed enough to describe the vision of the young goddess facing him. It was enough to make his heart wrench in pain. She was down on her knees, a bit higher than him, and he was admiring her from below, completely blown away by her mythical beauty. Her skin was glowing like cold gold under the moonlight, circled down by a myriad of her dark, walnut-brown curls. Cessilia’s striking green eyes had a more teal shade from the water reflected in them, and her lips were a bit purplish from the makeup that had been wiped off earlier. With only the nacre and seashell jewelry left, and the blue fabric streaming down her body, she was like a sea goddess, or a mermaid, who emerged from the sea to ravish his heart.
Like a mere mortal man, he had no power to resist her call, his own barely restrained desire building up within. His hesitation blown away, his hand came to her body again, running over her skin, caressing each curve. For a while, he couldn’t even think of kissing her. He was too busy looking at the gorgeous woman she had become. It was like a fantasy in front of him, a dream so real he could barely believe it. It felt almost... forbidden. A sin a man couldn’t resist. The appeal was strong, and his resolve weak. They both wanted it, and her eyes said so too.
“You’re b-being shy again,” she muttered, as if amused, putting a soft kiss on his lips, like a cold caress.
It was just enough to entice the two lovers some more. He claimed the next kiss, and soon enough, they were exchanging kisses slowly but passionately, as if tasting each other. They could feel each other smiling in between, happiness overflowing. Their hands were picking up the rhythm too. Cessilia’s hands were following the strong lines of his muscles, and crossing paths on his back. Ashen’s fingers were more sensual. He was already caressing her hips, leaving his fingertips on her inner thighs, making her shiver from a mix of excitement and nervousness. She was a bit embarrassed to be left in her underwear already, but there was no denying the heat beneath the fabric. He began caressing her over the fabric, making the Princess blush helplessly again. She had been so bold seconds ago, but now, her inexperience was starting to catch her up. Meanwhile, Ashen slowly moved his kisses from her lips, to her cheek, her jawline, and then her neck. Much to her surprise, he paid special attention to that part of her body which usually made her shy. Cessilia felt his butterfly kisses, all over her scars, so faint and soft she almost felt like crying. He was melting all of her insecurities away with his gentleness. Silently telling her it was alright, that he loved that part of her too. It felt like he kissed every single inch of her throat, and for once, she felt as if there was nothing there. No scar to constantly pull on her skin, get itchy or dry. The place she had lost all sensations in seemed to be revived under the King’s tender kisses. She almost felt like crying in relief, as if that part of her had been healed somehow.
Then, just as she was getting a bit soothed, Ashen’s lips progressed further down, exciting her again. This time, one of his hands grabbed her breast, sending a new dash of red on her cheeks. Cessilia had never really considered her feminine allure, but now, she was receiving unexpected sensations from her chest. It was like her extremities were connected right down to her lower abdomen, and sending delicious signals of pleasure from the King fondling them. Leaving her inner thigh to hold her hip and the other hand on her breast, Ashen licked the other, suddenly focusing on them, making Cessilia gasp in unexpected pleasure. Her two ends were so sensitive, each lick and caress was like sweet torture, electrifying her whole body without warning. She had no idea a woman could experience such things from her small bosom!
“A-... Ashen,” she cried faintly.
“...I like when you call my name.”
He smiled, and moved to kiss her lips again, letting her breathe a little. Cessilia moved her hands, one still combing his hair as they kissed, the other exploring the lines of his abs and lower abdomen. She didn’t want to stay too passive. After all, she had been the one to initiate this! She shyly moved her hand toward his pants, a bit unsure what to do next. She found an opening, and gently began touching him too. She didn’t have the courage to be too bold, but caressing the hot flesh was already bold enough, in her mind. Indeed, the King’s dark eyes suddenly lit up with a new fire, making her hot too. She watched with a bit of excitement as his breathing became louder, and he moved his hips a bit, allowing her better access to his lower body. It was still a bit scary to imagine what was going to come next...
After a short while, Ashen grunted and, as if to even her movements, placed his hand between her legs again. He was much more direct this time, and Cessilia moaned as his fingers drifted under the thin piece of underwear. The sounds her wet flesh immediately made from the rubbing were so embarrassing, she closed her eyes, unable to look at him, and tried to focus on her hand’s movement. She listened to Ashen’s breathing, so close and so hot. The sounds echoing in the cave were completely erotic right now, the faraway sound of waves wasn’t enough to hide it anymore. Her own voice took her by surprise when she realized those coquettish cries of pleasure came from her. She realized her hand was slowing down on Ashen’s hard rod, but it couldn’t be helped; the heat between her legs was overwhelming.
“...Come here.”
Ashen’s unexpected mature and dominating voice sent a new shrill to her lower regions, and Cessilia felt herself tip backward before she could realize it. To her surprise, she found her back against the fur, her legs spread, and Ashen’s smiling face over her.
