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My Knight in Darkened Armor (Royalty AU)

Knight Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader AU

Synopsis: Ser Aemond Targaryen has been tasked to be the sworn protector of a princess who is overly curious about life beyond the castle walls and has bribed him to escort her to the city in exchange for anything he desires. She just did not know that what he desired was her.

Word Count: 4,373

Warnings: Mature, 18+, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, jealousy, possessive

Carnival—your favorite time of the year. The only chance for you to leave the cushioned walls of the keep that your father was intent on keeping you in. Sheltered and stored— protected and preserved. You now marvel at the scene outside. Merriment in every corner, cheers and hollers everywhere your carriage passed. “Stay close to your knight… danger lurks even in the happiest of days,” your father warned. You mindlessly nod as you smile at the outside world that you were rarely given a taste of.

As you stepped out of the wheelhouse, your knight in his ever-dark armor waited for you. His hand led out to escort you toward a tent in the middle of the town square. The performers were ready to entertain you and your King father, as well as the others who merrily celebrated the day. “Enough scowling; it is the most joyous of days,” You said to your knight. Ever since he was assigned to you, he had been overly serious— overly protective. Entirely strict and hard to be rid of, never leaving you out of his sight, not even for a moment. His eye always trailed and followed your every move in case the danger you doubted would occur finally happened. “It is as well the most dangerous of days there is, princess.” He answered stoically. Eye passing through the crowd, searching for any threats.

“You often speak of danger, but there is clearly none. Try to enjoy yourself… you are still a man who feels under all that armor, yes?” You asked, your gaze flying upwards to the knight who stood by your right. You gazed up at him, searching for his eye through visor. When you locked upon his unique lilac eye, you dare say you saw a hint of mirth in them.

When the performances began, you lost yourself in the scenes before you. Actors that were so greatly gifted in their talents, for they have managed to sway your mind and made you believe that all the stories they told were true. However, at times, you would hear Aemond scoff his disagreement at a scene. You were glad of his annoyance and disagreement because it meant that he as well, did watch the performance.

When it was time for your father to name the victorious performers who had the most believable presentation, the king stood, and Aemond, along with another knight, stood behind him in protection—leaving you to be faced with their backs, finally unattended. As all citizens had their gazes planted on their king, you, for the first time in your life, did something you were not supposed to do. You indulged yourself and escaped their almost suffocating hold disguised as protection and safety. You have lived in your kingdom for seven and ten years, but the extent of your knowledge of it was the mere castle walls— you intend to change that matter, and you intend to see the kingdom you were to inherit when the time comes.

Aemond moved his head behind to look upon you once more, but he felt his stomach pit as the seat meant for you was now empty. The cloak you wore as you exited the wheelhouse was gone as well. Aemond turned to the king who now realized you were now gone. “Find her quickly.” The king gritted, hoping none notice your escape, fearing that his sheltered child would be made a prey by the small folk. “Now!” The king roared, and Aemond quickly ran to his steed and searched for you, the princess.

You walked the streets of your kingdom, your hood covering you from exposure. Everything was almost so unfamiliar to you, but you find your blood spiking in thrill for all the experiences you were yet to discover. You watched as a group gathered, and your curiosity led you to them. You felt your lips twitch as men used pots and mere objects to produce music. Your gaze went towards the young man in the middle, singing a different and new tune that had captured all’s attention and ears, even yours. His hazel eyes scanned the crowds that swayed upon his song. His hand moved to comb his brown locks, and he winked at a group of girls around your age, making them squeal and blush. You watched as others moved and gave them coins, appreciation for the music they performed.

When their song ended, the group that surrounded them dissolved little by little, and that was when you decided to offer your appreciation as well. Bending down to offer two silver coins, hoping it would serve as motivation for them to continue to perform such a great song. You kept your head low and did not engage with anyone, but still, you were noticed. “Hello,” the young man with a melodious voice greeted. Your eyes moved to look upon him, who gazed at you, trying to make out what you covered under your hood. “Hello,” You said as well, un certain on what to do. “I… I hoped you liked our performance; if you did, we have another one tomorrow night,” he said, still trying to see your face clearly. “I did… it was quite good,” you answered and tried to back away, but a stray dog that passed behind you made you trip and start to lose balance.

Luckily, the young man before you was quick to take hold of your arm and pull you steady. But in exchange for your balance was your cover, your hood falling back and revealing your face. You feel your cheeks heat as realization comes to the hazel orbs of the young man before you. “Your hi—“ You quickly shook your head and shushed him, “Please, don’t,” You said and raised your hood once more, warily looking around to see if anyone else saw you. “What are you doing here? Your hig—“ The young man whose hold still has not left yours tried to call you upon your title once more, but you gave him a pointed look that made his words die on his tongue, a look of sheepishness coming to his face.

“What is your name?” You asked, “Jacaerys,” He answered. You smiled and gave a nod, “I wanted to see the city. They rarely let me outside castle walls,” You explained to the stranger; it was not smart of you, but there was something about him. Something warm and a sense of trustworthiness that made you tell him the truth. Jacaerys raised his brow, “You escaped your guards?” He asked, and you slowly nodded. Before either of you could speak again, you heard the furious gallops of a horse. And almost instantly, your body knew who was to approach. You and Jacaerys turned to see your sworn shield cutting through the crowds in search of you. You thought about running, still wanting to see more, but it was too late as you felt the familiar gaze of his lone eye upon you.

“Remove your hold on the princess, Jacaerys,” You hear him call menacingly. You furrow your brow as to why he already knew the young man’s name. “Un—“ Aemond raised his hand and silenced the boy. Using his other hand to pull you to him. You had no room to argue or plea as you felt Ser Aemond’s hard and rough hold upon your waist, lifting you to mount his steed. You watched as your knight moved closer to Jacaerys, bending down to whisper something in his ear. You watched as the boy’s face grew pale, but you could not voice out your concern or ask if he was well because Aemond moved to mount his horse, sitting behind you and swiftly galloping away. You sat in silence and almost fear as Aemond had his arms around your waist, the two of you riding towards the castle where your father waited with a sermon.

“Is he angry?” You ask your knight as you neared the castle gates. Hoping he would slow his steed down so you would not be delivered to your punishment so soon. Aemond smirked at your question, taking a deep breath and savoring the smell of you. He let his horse gallop slower, wanting to prolong the time he had you in his arms for a while more. “You escaped during the most crowded day of the year— where all people from the entire kingdom… thieves, murderers, and criminals could go about in plain sight. What do you think, princess?” He asked and kept his smirk as he heard you puff and lean your back to his chest. “You’ll be fine; we both know your father is very lenient when it comes to you,” Aemond tried to console you as he saw the adorable pout on your pink lips. His mind filled with a thought he should never entertain.

You stood before your father in his study. Head hung low in shame. He had not said a word yet, simply stewing in his anger, but you already feel tears welling in your eyes. You hear the creek of his chair as he stands, and that is when the first pearl tear escapes your eyes and lands on the floor. You hear your father sigh, “I have yet to say anything why then do you already cry?” He asked and made you lift your gaze. “I’m sorry!” You quickly said. You could not bear it when he was cross with you; just the slight tone of disappointment in his voice and the look in his eyes was enough for you to cry for forgiveness. “I just wanted to learn more about our kingdom— I wanted to see how our people live and what they do.” You reasoned. That was your main goal when you slipped away. You were only distracted by the song Jacaerys and his group performed.

You looked upon your father, teary-eyed, watching him sigh and shake his head. “You will do no such thing again, do you understand?” He asked sternly, and you quickly nodded your head and left his study when he dismissed you. Outside in the hall, your knight waited for you, ready with a handkerchief to wipe away your tears. “Thank you,” You said quietly, and Aemond gave a nod. His helmet was finally removed, and you could see his straight silver hair gleaming in the evening light. You’ve always been jealous of his hair; you’ve always wanted to run your hands through it, but it was deemed inappropriate, so you never could.

When he accompanied you to your chambers, you had a question in mind. “How do you know Jacaerys?” You asked and paused in your tracks, looking before the knight who had a forever serious look on his face. He stayed silent for a moment, but you kept your expecting gaze upon him. “He is a very distant relative,” He finally answered, and you gave a nod. “Why did you not say you are acquainted with a performer— a good one at that? I have been looking for entertainment. Perhaps Father could invite him and his group to sing a song of two here,” You mused and watched a scowl start to spread on his face. “It is best not to, princess.” Ser Aemond answered. You frowned at the animosity in his voice. “Why not?” You asked. Aemond clenched his jaw at your questions and intrigue upon his nephew. “Good night princess,” Aemond said as you were now before your chamber door. You frowned as he avoided your question but ultimately sighed and entered your room, knowing he would not answer it.

The following day, as you broke your fast, you found yourself humming the tune you heard the day before. Your mind reminding you of the invitation said that Jacaerys and his group were to perform once more that night. You chewed on your lip as there was a part of you that wanted to watch and escape again. You stared at your knight, who stood still at his post, wondering how to escape him.

Aemond gulped and urged himself not to waver as he felt your steady gaze upon him. He felt his knees grow weak with each passing moment you kept your brilliant eyes on his frame; he felt himself grow warm by the look of concentration on your pretty face. “Is there something you need, princess?” He finally asked. He watched you blink, plush lips parting before him, indecent thoughts plaguing his mind. “I…” You began. Watching as your sworn shield walked closer to you, his imposing demeanor enveloping you. You quite liked that about him— how petrifying he looked and acted, but with the year he was assigned to you, you saw through the cracks of his cold and hard armor, and it revealed softness and warmth. “Can you come with me to the city t—“ You could not even finish to word out your request as he was quick to shake his head. “No.” He said decisively. Aemond bit his tongue as a dejected look came to your eyes, and your lips formed the unconscious pout you always had when things did not go your way. “Please— I swear I’ll behave. I w—“ Aemond sighed and shook his head once more. “No. If your father ever heard about me sneaking you out of the castle— he will have my head.” He said, but you only disagreed. “He won’t! I swear of it!” You said, but your knight only scoffed and rolled his lone eye in disbelief.

“Please! I’ll give you whatever you desire if you take me to the city tonight,” You tried to bribe him. Aemond clenched his jaw as your eyes widened, begging him to agree. His mind, as well, did not miss the bribe you clearly uttered without shame. But he was more shameless, for he agreed. He felt his heart stutter as you beamed at him, bouncing in your seat in joy; his eye caught as your ample chest heaved when you did the action. His mind running with thoughts, his body turning alight. Aemond cleared his throat and returned to his post and willed himself to be rid of such disgraceful thoughts.

Aemond swallowed hard as he had his hand clasped around yours. Him guiding you through the crowded streets of your kingdom. “Your hood,” Aemond warned, pulling you closer to him. He reluctantly brought you back to the street, where you watched his nephew perform. He felt enraged over the fact that the only reason you wanted to leave the castle walls and rebelled against your father’s wishes was to see his bastard nephew perform. He placed you and himself behind the crowd. You urged him to go closer, but you were refused. “I have told you we will not engage with anyone.” He sternly warned.

You did not miss the animosity in his voice once again and how his scowl was deeper. The performance was starting, a folk song made by their group, but your attention was on the knight whose hold now traveled to your waist and held you close and tight to him. “Why are you angry?” You asked. His eye scanned around to see if there was danger. “I am not,” He answered. “You are,” you insisted. Aemond’s jaw clenched as he saw his nephew you spot you two, moving towards the princess in his grasp. You let out a sound surprise as your knight started to drag you through the streets once more, ignoring your call as he made furious steps that you could not quite match.

“Aemond!” You called, and he finally halted, pulling you towards a dark and narrow alley. “Why did you want to watch him? Why did you want to see Jacaerys again?” He asked furiously. You stared wide eyed as you had never seen such fury in his eye. “I…I,” you stuttered in slight fear. “You were willing to endanger yourself— willing to let your father grow angry with you once more, all for him? All for Jacaerys?” He seethed, and you started to see a familiar yet foreign emotion in him. “Are you jealous?” You dare ask. His face was so close to you that your breathing started to mix, and you could see clearly the scar that ran down the left side of his face. “No,” He said unconvincingly after a moment. You raised your brow, “You were fine escorting me out of the castle walls earlier… but once you learned that I wanted to watch their performance, you grew irritable… are you jealous, Ser Aemond?” You asked even though you knew the answer.

Aemond narrowed his eye at the speck of amusement in your orbs. His face threaded closer, and only now did he grow aware of how flushed your bodies were against each other. He felt his eye flash dangerously as he caught you licking your lips as you gazed at him with your innocent eyes. Your plush pink lips parted again, and the thoughts he tried hard to suppress and ignore were now the only thing on his mind. “You owe me something, princess,” He instead said, pushing his body closer to your frame that was backed up on the alley wall. “I have taken you to the city… now you must give me something that I desire.” You swallowed at the deep tone of his voice, at the dark look in his eye, and how he trapped you to your place with arms. “And… and what is that do you desire? Coin? Something valuable and pretty like jewels, perhaps?” You asked. You watched him smirk and lightly shake his head. “Oh… it is very valuable— overly pretty as well, but no, not jewels, princess.” He whispered. You feel your heart stutter, your breathing caught in your throat as his face inched closer. “Then… then what is that you want?” You asked. You watch him smirk, his hold on your waist growing tighter. “You.” You whimper as his lips pressed against yours. His lips were warm, punishing, and soft.

Aemond wanted to scream at himself— hinder himself, and declare himself mad for doing such actions. To kiss the princess that he had sworn an oath to protect. But as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening your kiss, he could not be bothered by his sensibilities. He could not be bothered by propriety as your lips danced against each other. Clinging and never wanting to part. “Oh, Aemond,” You called as you parted for air, but the knight would only let you take one breath before intertwining your lips again— to be lost in pleasure again. “Tell me you want me too,” Aemond almost begged as he parted your lips again. You gazed up at him, lilac eye hopeful and wanting. “I want you, A—“ You could not finish your sentence as he took hold of your hand again and started to pull you out of the alley.

Your mind was dazed as you followed him, as you let him take you wherever it was. It took you longer to realize that you were inside castle walls once more, nearing your bed chambers. He turned to you; his wanting eye filled with lust slowly started to be filled with uncertainty, but you shook your head. He had managed to stir something within you, a burn, a coil inside that made you grow crazed.

You pulled him to your chambers, “I did promise you that I’ll give you what you desired,” You whispered and stood to the tip of your toes to kiss his lips. Your hand searched for his and guided them to undo the laces of your gown. He called upon your name, uncertain as he reluctantly parted your lips, but you shook your head. “I want you.” You said. It was the truth; ever since he was made to be your sworn protector, you could not help but be attracted to him. Him and his handsome scowling face. Him and his cold and rough but gentle touch. Him and his unique platinum hair and alluring lilac eye.

You heard him groan, and you feared he would leave, but you smirked as he placed his lips against yours once more and started to undo the laces of your dress. “On the bed, now.” He ordered, and you obeyed quickly. You were now only dressed in your shift— sheer and light. You were positive he could see every single trace of your being.

You sat by the edge of the bed, anticipating what he was to do next. You blushed as he started to remove his clothing. “Have I ever told you how pretty you look when you blush?” He asked, and that only deepened the color in your cheeks, eliciting a chuckle from him. You feel your heartbeat spike as he walks closer to you, your knight now only dressed in his trousers—a prominent bulge in the middle called for your attention. You sighed as he kissed your lips again, his hand coming to take hold of yours, doing the same as you did, guiding your hand to rest upon the dent in his pants. “Do you feel what you do to me, princess?” He asked, his lips moving to kiss your neck, his hand guiding you to stroke his length. You could only let out a small moan in response.

You took in a harsh breath as Aemond moved you to lie down, anticipation coursing through your veins. “Are you certain?” He asked as his lips hung above yours; you nodded and met his thin lips to be lost in his sweet kisses. You whimper as his hand moves to cup your tit, giving it a firm squeeze, the bud growing taut upon his touch. His other hand stopped guiding yours as it moved to your thigh, him caressing the limb and teasing you with every boring touch.

“A—Aemond,” You called; you wanted more. He hummed and gazed upon your eyes. His right hand is palming your tit, and his left hand caressing your thigh. “Please,” was all you could say, but it was enough as you watched him sink to his knees. Hands are moving to part your legs, bringing more wetness to your cunt with every action he took. “Oh gods,” Aemond breathed as he was met with your cunt— needy and calling for his touch. He shoved away his hesitancy and fears and did what he knew he should have done long before— claim every single part of you. Ruin you for any man, prince, or king to come.

You cried out his name as his lips met with your cunt. Licking, sucking, and nibbling the sensitive skin. Bringing pleasure in all he did. “More,” You called, your hands losing themselves in his hair, finally gliding your fingers upon the silky strands. “Aemond, please— I need more,” You pleaded and whined as he ignored your call, simply continuing his torment on your needing bud and his teasing fingers upon your entrance. “Beg harder, princess.” He hummed, smirking at your cunt as you shamelessly did what he said.

“Please Aemond… I want you— I need you to-to fuck me. Claim my maidenhead; I’m all yours.” Aemond turned rigged upon your words— searing pleasure enveloped him upon your words. He had never heard you so foul, so lewd— so desperate. And it was all for him. You feel your heartbeat stop as he finally moves atop you. You gasped as he ripped away your shift, leaving you bare and perfectly positioned for him to take you. You feel your eyes water as his length, thick and long, starts to break its way through. Aemond closed his eyes tightly at how you felt. You were so tight and warm; the pleasure you provided was almost painful— completely overwhelming him. “Just a little more… you’ll be a good princess and take all of me, yes?” He murmured against your neck, feeling as the tears glide down your eyes. You could only nod and hope the pain would be quick to turn into pleasure.

“So fucking tight—so pure… all for me to ruin,” He growled as his length was finally fully sheathed inside you, finally feeling every single inch of your body. Your breathing turned labor as he thrust slowly, the pain finally turning to the blinding pleasure you sought. Aemond let out an amused breath as he watched you roll your eyes back in complete pleasure; your bite on your lips was so harsh that Aemond feared you would draw blood. “Does my princess like that, hm? Do you like being fucked like a common whore?” He gritted through his own pleasures. Your moans were answer enough. “Louder— let the entire kingdom hear how your knight pleasures you,” Aemond smirked as you still did what he said; neither cared about being found. In reality, he would prefer it, for it will bind him to you.

“Aemond— oh gods, I…I,” you could not find your words as you felt your insides painfully coil, wanting something you were not quite certain of. Aemond hummed and moved his thumb to draw circles upon your nubbin, letting the coil grow tighter. You writing against him, desperate for something you have no words for. “Are you to come, my princess? Are you to come by the pleasure of my hands and cock?” Aemond asked and smirked as you lost yourself, as you could only comprehend his pleasurable actions. He let out a groan as you clenched around him, painfully and pleasurably so. Your knight is on the verge of release as well. His rhythmic and savoring trusts turned sloppy and desperate. “Come and scream my name, princess.” He ordered with one long final thrust of his cock and flick of his thumb. You coming undone by his touch. His groans mixed with yours, neither of you weary as his seed filled your cunt.

He collapsed atop you as both of you came down from the highs of your release. Five words leaving his lips, an oath that he will keep for the rest of his life. “You’re all mine now, princess.”

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yeollie-plz · 8 months

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The Lovers: The Consummation

Knight! Pedro Pascal x Princess! Reader

The Main Series

Synopsis: The Princess and her husband's first night together.

Genre: Smut!!, fluff if you squint

Warnings: smut, 18+, Y/N insert, fantasy settings, fake marriage, contract marriage, age gap, male masturbation, groaning and moaning, innocent reader, slightly innocent Pedro, loss of virginity, p in v sex, unprotected sex (its ok they are married!), kissing, praise kink

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A/N: This is a companion story to The Lovers, sort of a sneak peak to further chapters and their love story.

The princess laid awake in bed, tortured by what she had said earlier. It was one thing to confess your love to someone, but to confess your lust...that was a whole different story. It wasn't like she regretted it, it was more like she had wished it was a love confession first. She knew the way her husband felt about her and to dangle herself in front of him, well.

She pulled the sheets over her increasingly heating face, trying to hide from the world. After hours of trying to sleep to no avail, she wrestled with the idea of sneaking to apologize to her husband. But he wouldn't be awake, would he?

Deciding that one little knock wouldn't wake him, she pushed the covers off of her body. Donning her robe and slippers, the princess left the room and shuffled through the hallway to her husband's door.

Before she could bring herself to raise her hand and knock on the door, she heard groans from inside the room. For second she thought she was hearing things, but then another one came. There must be something wrong, maybe someone snuck into the castle and attacked him, she thought.

Without thinking she hurriedly pushed open the door to see no one in the room but her husband. Sat up in the large chair in the corner, his pants missing, and something in his hands. A look of shock on his face as he snapped his head up to see who interrupted him. When he noticed who the intruder was, his eyes glazed over with an indiscernible look.

"My dear, you've caught me at a very intimate time." He spoke, his hand didn't leave the object between his legs, but he did stop his movements.

"I just wanted to apologize for the way I spoke earlier. It was very inappropriate of me and-"

He let out another groan, stopping you mid speech.

"I'm not sure we should be doing this right now, your voice is about to put me over the edge." He said, a sort of pain underlying in his voice.

"Excuse me?" Put him over the edge? He thinks you are annoying.

"I didn't mean it like that, love. I just meant...can you shut the door and come closer?" You nodded and did as he asked. When you got closer to him the thing in his hand came fully into view. It was a part of him, another limb almost? What was it?

He saw you looking and answered your silent question, "This is my penis, did no one teach you about human anatomy or sex?"

You shook your head, no. He let out a shocked laugh.

"With the way you spoke to me earlier, I assumed you knew a little something."

"I know that sex is reserved for a married couple and it is an act to make a child." You said mater-of-factly. For some reason you felt you needed to prove yourself to him.

"It is the act to make a baby, yes. But, it is also an act of pleasure, an act of pure animalistic lust." You nodded slowly at his words.

"The reason I spoke the way I did earlier, was because I couldn't stand the way my body heats at the thought of you. I needed to tell you."

"I'm glad you did. I'm happy I make you feel the way you make me feel. It's called getting turned on and you telling me all those things got me turned on, so I was touching myself. Have you ever touched yourself?"

You shook your head, another no.

"Want me to show you how? It will help you relieve some of your 'heat'."

You nodded, this time a yes.

"Words darling, tell me what you want me to do to you."

"Want you to...to touch me. I'm burning." With the words of consent, he grabbed your hips and helped you to sit on his lap. His lips instantly latched onto your neck, kissing you slowly.

He made his way to your jaw, before kissing the edge of your mouth. Your face instinctively turned to attach your lips fully to his. He smirked into the kiss. The hands that were on your hips made their way lower, stroking your goose-bumped thighs.

He pushed your robe open so he could see more of you. Your nightdress was made of a thin silk and suddenly you were acutely aware of this fact. Your hardened nipples were on full display. He seemed to notice as well and smirked at this too.

"Oh, my love, if only you knew the things you do to me. The things I want to do to you. Fuck..." His eyes were still locked onto your nipples and you let out a gasp as his mouth was now on them. Soaking your nightdress with his spit as he sucked the buds. That was when you let out your first moan. Not knowing you could make that sound, let alone what it was, you covered your mouth in shock.

He noticed the moan as well and detached from your nipples, to look you in the eyes. He grabbed your hand and gently pulled it from your mouth. Kissing from your hand all the way up your arm to your shoulder.

"That was a good noise, it means you like what I'm doing to you. Please, never hide those."

You once again nodded. He pecked your lips before looking at the blushing, heated mess that you were on top of him. He ghosted his fingers on your stomach, very closely to where you really needed him to touch you. Before he abruptly stood up, lifting you by the hips to keep you locked onto him. He walked the two of you over to the bed and laid you onto it.

He hovered over you, you had never been more entranced by a man in your life before this moment. His tousled hair, his figure, the light beads of sweat just starting to form on his tan skin. He was art.

"You're beautiful." You gasped out.

He laughed, "i should be saying that to you, my dear." He began kissing you again, and if it was even possible there was even more intensity behind it. Each minute that went by you were getting hotter and hotter. You began to feel a wetness between your legs, you had only ever felt it when you watched Pedro spar once before.

"Pedro, I'm..." You trailed off not sure how to explain the situation.

"What? You're what? It's okay, tell me."

"I'm wet, down there." You motioned to between your legs, a different kind of blush forming.

"Oh, don't worry, that's normal. Just means I'm doing my job correctly."

"Oh, I see."

"Let me see if i can help you out down there." He moved his body down the bed so his head was now between your legs. He reached up your thigh and under the hem of your dress, pulling at your panties.

"Is this okay?" He asked.

"Yes." You weren't sure if you going to say no to this man anymore tonight. This was it, you were putty in his hands.

He pulled your underwear down your legs and off of your body, tossing them to the ground. Grabbing the bottom of your nightdress he lifted it up so your mound was now fully visible to him. His fingers made contact with your sensitive clit, sending a shock wave through your body, another moan escaping out. This seemed to spur him on as his fingers began to fully work your bundle of nerves.

With every stroke of his finger, you would moan and writhe in pleasure, you never knew anything could feel like this. Something began to build, as you gasped out at the feeling.

"Wait, wait somethings happening."

He continued his motions, moving very deliberately. "It's okay, let go."

Finally something in you snapped and you saw white. Your legs shook uncontrollably, as your walls clenched around nothing. Pedro continued his motions, gradually slowing so you could work through the amazing pleasure you were feeling. As your breathing became steady, his fingers ceased their movement. He rose back up to look you in your eyes. A blissed out look covered your face as you tried to grapple with reality again.

"What was that?" You asked.

"That was an orgasm, that's what you can do to yourself when you're alone to make you feel good. Just use your fingers like I used mine. It's called masturbation."

"But it feels so good when you do it." You had let it slip without thinking.

He chuckled, "I'm glad, my love, next time I'll show you something even better. But right now, I wanted to see how you felt about making love?"

You eyes widened at the thought of full-on sex. You, obviously, and it scared you. You two were married, but still, its nerve wracking.

"I mean, we are married so it's what we are supposed to do, right?" You said.

"Yes, but I want to have sex with you because I want, no I need all of you. Not just because we are married, but because I love you." It wasn't the first time he had admitted that he loved you, but you never knew that love could make you want something this much.

"It's my first time so I'm just a bit nervous." You confirmed, not ready to say those three words yet. Both of you had gotten used to him saying it and you not saying it back.

"It's, uh, my first time too, actually." This shocked you, with how much he knew you had assumed he had, had sex before. Men weren't exactly held to the same standard as women were about saving themselves.

"I wanted to save myself for the women I married. The women I loved."

"How do you know so much then?" You questioned.

"The other knights talk a lot and loudly. They are very proud of their 'conquests'." He shuddered at the word.

"I see."

He cleared his throat, "So my arm is falling asleep a bit here, holding myself up and all. Should I just walk you back to your room or?"

"Oh! No! No, I want you to make love to me." He smiled at your words, a blush rising to his cheeks.

"And I will do just that!" He pecked your lips again, before wrapping your body into his arms and laying himself down next to you. He kissing you long and slow, letting his arms explore every inch of you. Your hands gripped at his shirt, wanting to feel all of him on you.

As if reading your mind, he pushed back from you and lifted the thin white shirt over his head. He glanced at the nightdress that still adorned your body. You took this as your queue to also shed yourself of your clothing, baring your naked form to him.

"You're beautiful." He mirrored your words from earlier, grabbing your head and smashing your lips back together. His other head reached between his legs and stroked his member.

He laid you down once again and returned to his position of hovering over you.

"So, I'm going to insert myself inside of you. It may hurt a bit so I'm going to go very slowly. Let me know if it hurts too much."

You nodded, words really have been failing you tonight.

"Ready?"

"Yes." The word held onto your breath, like a prayer.

Slowly he began to insert his member inside of you. The stretch was more painful than you had originally thought it would be and you grabbed his hand. He paused, taking this as a sign that you needed a moment.

After a second, he asked, "You okay?"

"It just hurt more than I thought, but I think I'm okay now."

He continued to push himself inside of your walls, stretching you out. Finally, his member was fully inside of you, you let out a breath.

"Can I move?"

"Move?" What does he mean move?

"I'm supposed to thrust myself in and out of you. It's supposed to be very pleasurable for both of us."

"Oh I see, I didn't realize there was more."

"There doesn't have to be, if you aren't ready." He tried to reassure you.

"No, you should thrust."

He couldn't help but laugh at your response but followed it anyways. His hips moved backward, pulling himself out of you. His tip reached the rim of your pussy before pushing fully back inside of you. He continued this motion slowly for a bit before you finally let out a moan.

"Does it feel good, my love?"

Your next yes came out as a moan as he bottomed out inside of you. He kept his slow pace stroking every part of your walls with his dick. The moans got louder and louder, as his pace began to quicken.

Pedro let out a groan at one particularly good thrust. This caused you to clench around his dick.

"Fuck, you feel so good. It feels so good inside you." He praised.

"Can you...can you go faster?" You asked, you could feel the coil in you once again. You didn't know why but you needed him to move faster or harder...or both.

He followed your instructions and began thrusting faster. The thrusts were shorter but they were feeling so much better. Each thrust hit a certain spot inside you that made you see stars. Pedro reached his hand down to rub your clit.

"I'm getting close, I need you to orgasm with me. Think you can do that?"

Now you had lost all ability to speak so you nodded. His lips found yours, as his fingers found your clit. Rubbing circles into it, as he continued his thrusts. His pace got a bit faster as he chased his orgasm and his fingers moved faster as he willed yours to come.

He grunted as he came inside of you, the feeling and noise causing you to tip over the edge as well. You clenched onto his dick as he kept his movements going, working you both down from your highs. When you had both returned to earth, he dropped his body next to yours, member still inside of you.

"You were right, it was very pleasurable." You said after a beat of silence. The only noise in the room was the sound of your labored breaths.

"It was very pleasurable." He agreed.

Looking over at you, he pulled you even closer, and planted a kiss on your head. You two fell asleep in each others arms.

You had just consummated your fake marriage.

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