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Aesria
Wind howled and rain clawed. A streak of lightning flashed, highlighting the sky in an ominous glow and in that moment, His face appeared. Aesria’s father. Haunting her from the dark clouds. A sneer marked his features and malice and contempt possessed his eyes with a mocking gleam.
“He’ll never want you, you can’t bear him an heir! What use does he have for an barren wife?! Very soon, he’ll cast you aside!”
No! Aesria refused to believe it. She turned, ran, and sought Henrick. She ran through the maze of walls in the manor, through rooms she’d never once seen before. The maze was endless, wall after wall, dead end after dead end, until finally, she found Henrick’s room. Relief flooded her for a brief moment. He was her solace. He would reassure her that he wouldn’t cast her aside, that her father was simply a nightmare. Opening his doors, she prepared to meet his open and waiting arms. Only, what she saw made her freeze. Heart went cold, dropped dead. For in Henricks’s arms was another woman, her back to Aesria so she couldn’t see her face. Henrick glanced up from where his chin rested on the woman’s shoulder, caught her gaze. And in that moment, Aesria knew it was all over. He no longer wanted her. He’d found what he needed - someone who could bear him an heir. She had been replaced.
Aesria sobbed, a deep, gut-wrenching sob as grief struck her heart.
“Ria! Ria! Wake up, it’s a dream, a nightmare!”
Eyes opened, but met with darkness. She shook, heaved, unable to shake the oppressive weight suffocating her. The incomparable agony that felt all too real. Her father was right - she could not give Henrick what he needed. And for that, she was useless. And as a result, Henrick had cast her aside for someone else.
“Breathe, Ria, breathe. It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here.”
Wet tears streaked her face, then gentle backwards and forwards motions soothed her back - warm, comforting, familiar. Aesria nestled into Henrick’s embrace, inhaling his scent, grounding herself in the reality that he was here. It had not been that long since Henrick had last left her, only to return after her father’s arrival and what she now coined ‘The Incident’ that she’d long tried to push to the recess of her mind. Only, it haunted her in her subconscious, rearing its ugly head during the night and on stormy days. Some days, she still feared she was dreaming and that the reality of Henrick’s presence, his kindness and love was albeit a dream.
It was a dream that was all too real, but one she’d surely soon wake from.
Soft, warm kisses tickled her forehead and Aesria trembled, still shaken from the aftermath of her nightmare. Henrick continued to reassure her with words, comforting her with his actions, his kisses - across her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her jaw, everywhere.
“Your father again?” he murmured against her skin. “You know he’s gone, he can’t hurt you anymore.”
She sniffed and wrapped her arms around his torso, unwilling to let go. “There - there was someone else.”
Henrick pulled back to look her in the eye. It was barely dusk so the only light source came from the moon and she could just make out his features.
“Hmm? Who was it?”
Her lips turned into a pout and fresh tears threatened to fall. “I don’t know. A woman.”
“A woman? What do you mean?”
“You - you - “ the tears flowed freely now, Aesria was unable to help it as the fresh memories of her nightmare caused that oppressive agony to fill her chest once more, “You were holding another woman. You didn’t want me anymore.”
Henrick’s eyes softened and he brushed aside the hair from her face, wiped away her tears. “Ria, look at me.”
Tears continued to stream down her face as she battled with the heavy weight of grief.
“Look at me,” Henrick repeated, waited until he had her teary gaze. “It was a dream. A nightmare, you understand? I am right here, before you. I promise you, you will never see the day I no longer want you. It is physically impossible.”
She sniffed. Hiccupped, but continued to hold Henrick’s gaze. She needed it in this moment, needed to see that he was telling her the truth, that he would not, in fact, leave her and her fears had simply been a nightmare. But it had felt so real, the grief was still real, aching heavily in her chest.
“I promise you. Do you believe me?”
Another sniff. She wanted to. She wanted to believe Henrick so much, but she was also so scared. What if she could never give him a child? What if he was only saying that now because there was still a possibility she could become pregnant in the future? What if he grew tired of waiting?
“Ria,” Henrick growled, drawing her from her thoughts, as if he knew she’d disappeared into her consuming world of fears. “I don’t know what I can do to prove it to you, to alleviate your fears but to allow time to pass until you believe me one day.”
She said nothing and Henrick continued to watch her, leaning on his arms above.
He fingered the loose locks of her hair, brushed aside the remaining tears. “I hate to see you cry.”
She hiccuped, unable to help herself from her attempt to hold back her tears, but the need to relieve the oppressive emotions flooding her. She could neither help the endless tears from leaking from her eyes, no matter how hard she tried. They simply would not stop, as if a subconscious response to the pain from her dreams. Henrick leaned down, pressed his lips to her temple where the tears dripped, then the corner of her eyes, her cheeks, her jaw. Henrick spread his kisses all over her face, trailing his kisses down her neck. And suddenly, Aesria realised, the tears had stopped. She gripped Henrick around the waist and he lifted up, gazed at her.
“I love you, Ria.”
He did not wait for her answer, knowing she could not give him an answer yet. Instead, he leaned down, took her lips. Supped from her gently, so gently that his tenderness distracted her from her grief. The warmth of his kiss thawed the cold heavy weight in her chest, slowly melting it until a welcome thrill took its place. Drawn to his warmth and the addictive halo effect, Aesria pulled herself closer to Henrick, pressing her naked chest to his. Lips parted, opening for him and the soft flesh of his tongue slipped between her lips. She met his tongue with hers, seeking his warmth, his taste.
A hand warmed her waist, gripping and massaging. Henrick pushed her into the bed, melding his lips to hers as he kissed her deeper, firmer and she took him in, wrapping her arms around him.
“Ria,” Henrick panted, pulling back to glance at her and she missed his lips immediately, “Tell me if you don’t want this.”
She swallowed, eyes fluttering as he rubbed the head of his stiffened shaft against her belly. He was equally naked as she, the two having only engaged in bedsport before falling asleep for the night. She averted her gaze as a familiar flush of heat flooded her face and warmth pooled in her belly. At her lack of a reply, Henrick swooped down to claim her lips while simultaneously lifting her leg to wrap around his waist. Aesria gripped him with both legs and pressed her hands to his shoulder. Groaning, Henrick moulded a hand to one of her breasts, sending her a jolt of pleasure as her pebbled nipple flattened against his palm. Aesria moaned, lifting her breast into his touch. More, she wanted more of his delicious touch.
Henrick continued to steal her lips and the wet suckling sounds of their kiss filled the air. The touch of his thickened rod taunted her lower folds which she knew now were engorged and slick with her moisture - Henrick had taught her to feel herself and she could read the signs of her body now. The thought of such a memory sent a fresh wave of heat through Aesria’s already-heated body. Her hips shifted as Henrick rubbed his shaft against her.
“Uhn, Henrick,” she gasped, unable to concentrate with his lips teasing her, tasting her. She arched her head back instead and Henrick feasted on the length of her neck.
For several moments, Henrick continued to rub his rod against the length of her sensitive parts, causing her to writhe in equal parts agony and pleasure. It was pleasing, but not enough. She wanted more - oh how Henrick had turned her into such a lewd wanton!
With little warning, Henrick fingered her folds, brought the tip of his shaft to her entrance and pushed himself in. Aesria stilled. Bathed in the feeling of him filling her. Leaning low, the distance between them minimal, Henrick studied her face as he settled himself inside her. Until he filled her with his entire shaft, whole, complete. Fresh tears lined Aesria’s eyes, but not from grief or the unbearable feeling of loss. She bit her lip, averted her gaze once more but still felt the weight of Henrick’s gaze on her face.
“Ria,” Henrick said, “Look at me. I am right in front of you. Right here, right now. And I’m never going to leave you.”
Aesria’s heart stuttered and despite the mad flush burning her face, she found the courage to glance at Henrick, ever so timidly. He captured her lips in another kiss and Aesria could not help but shift her hips. Pleasure tingled up her spine from the movement of his shaft inside her. Henrick groaned, pulled back and his hot breath fanned her face.
“Ria,” he groaned, before burying his face into her neck and pulling out his shaft. “You feel so good.” He thrust in and Aesria’s back arched. Hands gripped him tight. Henrick withdrew again and when he thrust in next, she met him, hips pressing forward. Her moan was simultaneous to his groan. “So sweet, so wet, Ria.”
She murmured something unintelligible, the sound a mix between a pant and a groan. Henrick continued to push into her several more times, his rod stretching her walls, sating their desires but simultaneously whetting it. A few more thrusts then Henrick took her lips again and Aesria found herself overwhelmed with the pleasure of his shaft filling her and the feeling of his lips tasting her. Even more when he pulled back, the tip of his rod stretching her entrance, then leaned down to suckle her nipple.
“Ah! Henrick!” she gasped, clutching his shoulders. Like this, she rested on the precipice, his rod neither filling her, nor leaving her and she grew simultaneously restless for more while bathing in the bliss of Henrick suckling on her nipple. He gripped her other breast, squeezing and kneading before taking that, too, in his mouth. Henrick licked around her nipple, then took it between his teeth, pulling, and the lewd image of him doing so sent a wave of heat through her core.
“Henrick!” she moaned, wrapping her legs tighter around him. She crossed her ankles behind him and lifted her hips, trying to bring him closer, his shaft deeper into her core.
The corner of Henrick’s lips lifted and kissed her cheek. “You want more.”
Aesria did not even have the decency to care for such an embarrassing statement. Simply bathed in the pleasure of Henrick sinking his shaft inside her ’til it was embedded fully once more.
“Aaahn!”
Henrick shifted his weight forward, brought his hands behind her so his face was right above hers. He gazed into her eyes as he dragged his shaft from her, then slid it back inside. Turning her face away, Aesria moaned against the pleasure. Then he did it again, faster this time. Pistoning into her. Her moans came, one after the another until it was no longer clear where one ended another another started. Faster and harder Henrick came into her until the hard smacks of their flesh colliding became a symphony with her moans and his grunts. Smack, smack, smack. Each time, the sacs beneath his rod would kiss against her wet lips. Henrick absolutely surrounded her, filled her, invaded her and she simply succumbed. Welcomed his warmth and invasion. LIfting her hands above her, Aeseria gripped the bedsheets. Scrunched them tight in an attempt to hold on as Henrick continued to pound into her. He brought her higher, over the precipice. And with a finishing touch, he leaned down, took a nipple in his mouth and sucked. Then Aesria was exploding over the mountain of pleasure, blissful hot waves of it flooding her.
Henrick rode her through the waves, one after the other, with the continuous movements of his hips, the continuous friction of his shaft rubbing against her inner walls. And as the ripples of pleasure dulled, causing her insides to twitch, Henrick was spilling his hot liquid inside her. Aesria jerked from his continued thrusting, gripped his shoulders tight as her hips rose and fell to meet him, to feed off the last remnants of pleasure. Henrick’s movements slowed. WIth a pant, he fell above her, his rod still buried inside her.
Aesria’s eyelids fluttered to a close, too heavy to keep open anymore. She’d fallen into a deep sleep when Henrick pulled out from her body, fingering her entrance to stop his liquid from seeping. With several dips of his fingers, Henrick massaged her engorged folds, shovelling the remains of his liquid back inside her sheath.
“Aaahn,” Aesria moaned.
Henrick kissed her temple then shifted. “Let me clean you up.”
He returned shortly after and parted her legs. Aesria blushed but allowed Henrick to wipe between her legs with a wet cloth. His movements were quick and efficient, slipping into her sheath a few times, causing her to stir and twitch as ebbs of pleasure simmered through her. She watched shyly, her gaze guarded by the darkness as Henrick then wiped his softened member before he discarded the cloth and brought her toward him. Safely nestled in his arms, Aesria’s eyes closed and she allowed a peaceful sleep to consume her.
