Exhausted from hours of s3x, Leah lost consciousness for some time. When she woke, she was on the bed, and Ishakan was still thrusting into her.
"Ahhh, hmm...!" As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt a surge of pleasure. Even after she had fainted, Ishakan had continued thrusting into her wetness, and she was so sensitive she cl!maxed easily. "Hmm...!"
Ishakan let out a bestial grunt as he sped up, thrusting into her faster.
"Ahhh, stop, I can't take it anymore..." She struggled, pleading, but he didn't stop. His teeth bit her trembling neck, leaving yet another mark on her body. His pupils were dilated, his golden eyes filled with wild passion. There wasn't the slightest trace of reason in his eyes, but oddly she felt no fear. Her husband would never hurt her.
Looking into his eyes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him even as he wrung another cl!max from her. She didn't even know how many times she had done that.
"Hmm, ahhh...!"
Grimacing, she endured the pleasure, and Ishakan moaned as he hugged her trembling
body, ej@culating inside her again.
She fainted again and woke to more of the same, with no idea how long she had been unconscious. There was a strange sensation in her belly, tight with Ishakan's manhood, still swollen, still thrusting, still intermittently filling her with his seed.
"......"
Ishakan's arms tightened around her. Though Leah had fainted twice, it seemed he hadn't slept at all. His eyes had cleared and he seemed to have come to his senses at last. He had stopped thrusting, and was lying quietly within her.
In silence, he kissed her forehead, and Leah buried her face in his chest. She felt strangely, painfully full, and Ishakan gently patted her back as she moaned. In the peaceful quiet, they understood each other without having to speak a word. As Ishakan's hand caressed her, Leah couldn't help thinking.
She wanted his child. She wanted to raise a child that looked like him or herself. She had never had a proper family. Her mother had died early, her father was a fool, and her stepmother and stepbrother were obnoxious and cruel. It had left her skeptical about family.
But she thought it would be different if she had a family with Ishakan. He would be such a good father, attentive and loving, no comparison at all to her own father. And even if she had no children, their love would not change. They would still be happy.
But she still felt the desire to fill the empty space in her heart.
Held against his warm chest, Leah sighed and closed her eyes.
***
The time flew wildly by. Though someone placed food outside the doors at mealtime, they were so engrossed in each other that it was always cold when they ate it. Leah didn't even realize she was hungry. Though they had done this together so many times before, this ceremony made everything new.
Now she understood perfectly what he meant when he had promised that she would be the center of his world. She couldn't imagine a world without him. As soon as they woke up, they were intertwined again.
"Hmm...!"
"Ahh..."
Cl!maxing, Ishakan ejected more of his hot seed into her body, and Leah came with him, her whole body shuddering. He kissed her all over her body before he went to retrieve another platter of food.
When he returned, he had the tray in one hand and a note in the other.
"......"
His eyes sank as he read the note quickly, and then glanced up, noting her curiosity.
"It's no big deal," he told her.
Ishakan tossed the note away indifferently and gave Leah five grapes. As she ate, he cut the food into bite-sized pieces to make it easier for her to eat, but she fiddled with her grapes.
No matter what happened, he would try to protect her, no matter what it took it, by any means necessary. It worried her. Ishakan might choose methods that were less than appropriate...
Popping one of the grapes into her mouth, she chewed and swallowed. First she had to concentrate on recovering, as soon as possible.
***
Five nights passed in a blink. Fortunately, on the fifth night, she rested better. She and Ishakan only caressed and sucked each other, and he did not penetrate her.
The next morning her ladies arrived early before the sun rose. When she opened her eyes, Leah looked around, but there was no sign of Ishakan.
"Leah! You're safe..." Mura looked deeply relieved. Pushing the remains of the iron pillar and broken chains casually aside, she looked at Leah. "It seems Ishakan really cares about his bride."
Just as she had on the first night of the wedding, Leah ate more of the red petals, then washed in a bathtub filled with them. Mura and her other ladies massaged her limbs, which had been sore for days, and then quickly dressed her.
Today she was wearing a long white dress that covered her entire body. A long veil embroidered in gold thread trailed from her back, and around her waist she wore a jeweled belt. Her silver hair was decorated with white flowers and small diamonds.
Dressed completely in white, Leah lifted a white flower to her lips. It trembled a little. It was unusual for her to be nervous, going in public, so it took her a moment to understand why.
She would soon be publicly recognized as his wife. From this day forward, Leah would be the Queen of Kurkan.
"Around here..." Mura's face was full of anticipation. They had carried Leah in a sedan chair to the garden, filled with hundreds of white flowers that made everything smell pleasantly sweet. Many guests were seated on either side of a long wine-colored velvet carpet, and they fell silent as the bride appeared.
All eyes focused on her, watching as she walked onto the carpet, holding the skirt of her dress in her hands. It was a pleasant day, with a cool breeze blowing lightly under a warm sun. The hem of her long gown trailed behind her.
There were many people gathered at the far end of the carpet, but her gaze focused on only one. Ishakan was wearing a long robe embroidered in golden thread and gazing back at her as if he were hypnotized.
As she came to stand before him, he blinked and shook himself, leaning down to bite the flower from her lips gently. Swallowing it, he straightened and turned to face forward.
Before her, Morga held out a box and opened the lid to reveal two daggers, each trailing silk ribbons. Ishakan drew out the small silver dagger covered in amethysts and tied it to her waist, then extended a gold dagger so she could do the same to him.
Handing the box to a nearby attendant, Morga took two glasses and handed them to Leah and Ishakan. Each glass held a clear liquid, a potion to strengthen their vows. With the points of their daggers, the bride and groom pricked their ring fingers and let a drop of blood fall into each glass. As the blood blended with the clear liquid, it turned light red.
Exchanging their glasses, Leah and Ishakan slowly drank, gazing into each other's eyes as the warmth of the potion spread through their bodies. When he had drained his glass, Ishakan spoke.
"I am your world. And you are the center of my world."
The words emerged stiffly, almost as if he was nervous, which was very unusual. Leah had to take a deep breath herself to calm her nerves.
"Let us be a sole existence to each other," she said.
They spoke the final vows together.
"Then I will swear to call you my husband, my wife."
Those watching applauded thunderously, and the Kurkans seated in the front row rose to throw colorful flower petals. In the shower of petals, Leah's smile glowed, and Ishakan wrapped his arms around her, beaming.
"Ishakan!" She whispered to him. She wanted to tell him something she hadn't been able to say until that moment.
I love you, Ishakan.
She had repeated it in her mind over and over to make sure she wouldn't stumble over it. But when she parted her lips to speak, firmly, so her voice wouldn't tremble, nothing happened.
"......!"
Suddenly, under her feet, black smoke billowed.