"You had your chance in that moment, you chose to waste it." The heightened tension between them made her feel bolder, even if she was dancing near the mouth of the volcano. She had reached the limits of pushing him. Even as he ruts against her leg, she can feel his muscles are coiled, some type of restraint that her dagger had instructed.
Her neck felt sort, but it was a good sore, one that she found herself arching for. It didn't so much matter if there were bruises the next day. It was expected that there be signs of the wedding night, whether on the sheets or otherwise. There would be tittering, comments and a few japes made, but they would subside in time.
No one has told her any of this. After her mother died, there was no one to do act in such a way. Only being at court allowed her exposure to the subject and idea. It wasn't as if she hadn't walked past a couple in the midst of pleasure late during a banquet. It could well have been Daemon, for all that she remembers. After awhile, it was a sight you were bound to come across, like a man urinating against the well.
He's more gentle this time, though and pain pleasure didn't seem to frighten her. It was that she wanted his attention and concern. A man so focused on what he wanted, she wasn't being dismissed during the night. It seemed to at least been settled. He might not teach her what to do, but he didn't laugh at her. He simply explained what she needed to understand about this first time.
"I want my pleasure of it too." She reminded him, shifting her thighs from his hold so they could wrap around his waist.
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Date: 2022-08-26 05:12 pm (UTC)Her neck felt sort, but it was a good sore, one that she found herself arching for. It didn't so much matter if there were bruises the next day. It was expected that there be signs of the wedding night, whether on the sheets or otherwise. There would be tittering, comments and a few japes made, but they would subside in time.
No one has told her any of this. After her mother died, there was no one to do act in such a way. Only being at court allowed her exposure to the subject and idea. It wasn't as if she hadn't walked past a couple in the midst of pleasure late during a banquet. It could well have been Daemon, for all that she remembers. After awhile, it was a sight you were bound to come across, like a man urinating against the well.
He's more gentle this time, though and pain pleasure didn't seem to frighten her. It was that she wanted his attention and concern. A man so focused on what he wanted, she wasn't being dismissed during the night. It seemed to at least been settled. He might not teach her what to do, but he didn't laugh at her. He simply explained what she needed to understand about this first time.
"I want my pleasure of it too." She reminded him, shifting her thighs from his hold so they could wrap around his waist.