The Cursed Tyrant and His Reluctant Queen

His fingers return to my boson as soon as I split from him, and I bend my head back to let him kiss my breasts. It's unfair if I like it too much, isn't it? I should hold it in and be a proper wife.

But I can't. It's stronger than me.

All the world isn't as relevant at this very moment.

I don't care about one thing, not even the threats breathing on our neck and asking for our lives.

All I want is to please Ignis.

His erection is poking on me, but he doesn't seem worried. Nor does he do anything to solve it. He's too focused on pleasing me to think about his own body.

As such, I'll need to take care of him.

My palm tickles while trailing down and caressing his muscles, following the v-line from his hips to the rim of his underwear. I don't let the clothing stop me, so I reach his rock-hard member.

I follow the whole length with my hand, wondering how this is supposed to fit inside me. When I reach the tip, I tease it as Ignis did with my nipple.

How will this feel when we do the deed? I hope it's not really as painful as I was told.

I move my hand up when Ignis moans, observing his face in search of clues. Was I too harsh? Should I be more delicate or stop altogether?

I don't want him to feel uneasy, or worse, pain.

«Veronica,» he whispers, and I realise he's not asking me to stop.

On the contrary: Ignis wants me to continue doing this until he's satisfied completely.

In just a single word, he could convey so many feelings... I wonder if I'm this transparent too. It would be awesome if Ignis could read my mind. There would be no need to tell him out loud what I want and when.

«Please, Veronica,» he moans as I increase the pace of my movements. I run my hand up and down, squeezing just enough to make him feel my touch. Too bad that my hand can't circle his member as much as I want to. I move my bottom back again, and I stick the other hand in his underpants as well. With two hands, it's much easier!

«Oh,» he moans, leaning back on the tree and closing his eyes. I can finally look at his face twisted in pleasure.

His breathing is hasted, and his chest moves up and down, inciting me to continue forever.

I want to make him feel even better. So much better! But I'm not sure how. And this is proceeding well enough.

I won't risk ruining this moment right now. I'll continue until Ignis tells me to stop.

I moan when he calls my name again, and I kiss his neck in a clumsy attempt to make him feel the same as he did with me. I'm just copying his kisses, but he doesn't seem to mind. Oh, on the contrary.

His cries of pleasure guide my hands and tongue. I blow on the place I just kissed, making him shiver.

I love this. I love pleasing him.

«Oh, Ignis,» I say to his ear, and his whole body stiffens for a moment. He sighs with pleasure, and a thrill makes him groan louder and longer.

My hands are covered by something hot and sticky while his arms drag me in a tight hug.

«Veronica, you little devil,» he murmurs to my ear. «You'll transform me into a crazy man.»

Oh? What did I do now?

Was there some mistake? Should I have moved slower? Or maybe I didn't need to use my hands like this. That might have been unpleasant.

«You'll get in trouble with this attitude of yours,» he chuckles, then.

I just observe him in silence, retreating my hands and noticing the white substance over them.

I stop just in time before smelling it. Somehow, it might get me in trouble. I'll just lock my curiosity away and focus on not looking awkward.

I'm a lady, after all.

«Come here,» Ignis says while pulling me to the river. He washes my hands while I just stare, unmoving.

I'm not yet fully recovered, so I'll just let him do everything. One day, I'll get used to this. I'll be more active then.

He covers me with his shirt and makes me sit under the tree.

«I'll wash the clothes and be right back,» he murmurs while collecting my gown and his trousers. They're covered in mud now.

I was supposed to dry them, not to throw them on the ground.

Ignis comes back with the gown cleaned, and he hangs it on the tree. He returns to the river and gets rid of the underwear as well.

I cover my eyes, suddenly shy, and I make the warm wind dry my gown as quickly as possible. When it's done, I turn my back to the river, where my husband is still happily washing clothes, and I wear it back.

I can return the shirt to Ignis now; so that he doesn't need to wander around completely naked. He doesn't seem bothered by it, but I can't just stare at him...

Or maybe I can. I'm his wife, after all. But this level of intimacy among marriage partners isn't very common.

As far as I know, bed duties don't require getting rid of clothes. It's all done under the cover anyway, so most wives don't really see their husband bare naked.

Ah, whatever.

«Let me dry your clothes,» I stutter when I feel him close.

My eyes are shut to prevent any incident, and I just wait for him to give me his underpants and trousers.

«You don't have to...»

«Give me your clothes, Ignis. Now!» I command.

He sighs before conceding and delivering them. Ah, I like such an obedient husband.. It makes me want to please him again.