Eliana couldn't help but squirm in Hades's well knit arms only for him to crush her within his bound even more. It felt weirdly good, his wet lips, velvety smooth, gliding on hers birthed a unique sensation in her body.
A flicker of fire, as comfortable as sunbeams in the wintry morning, lit up within her lady part below. A sensual warmth flooded it, dulling her consciousness and driving her awareness of current existence away.
A plumb unprecedented feeling—so pleasant— something she never experienced before, and the budding avarice for more raced within her veins, heating her body all over. She collapsed on him, and he raided her mouth. Just the way a child could be lured away with a promise of candy, this heaven of feelings, and the eager anticipation for the unknown blithely inspired her to venture out into it. Yet, she held back, exhausting her last whit of sanity.
Meanwhile, Hades didn't seem to possess any grain of intention to put a bridle on his action. His thick tongue snaked around her small one, hungrily sucking on it. As one's tongue would behave normally -- her tongue tried to bolt for freedom, retracting back. And, he stubbornly pursued it, thrusting and whipping it.
The waves of pleasure floated Eliana to a state, solely reigned over by Hades's supremacy, and it left her with no other option but to submit. His tongue visited every nook and cranny of her mouth from the gums to the tongue floor, and the roof of the mouth, drinking her saliva.
"Why are you exhibiting such rigidness? Do you not desire me? Kiss me back, should your truth contrast my speculation." Hades's muffled voice vibrated inside Eliana's mouth. But, akin to the dry curled up leaves falling off the stems, his most incoherent utterance — from here and there — had been shed from the sentence. The rest were like a big wad of candy floss, melting right away in the turbulent kiss.
Hades clenched Eliana's lower lip, the soft pink flesh, between his sharp teeth, just hard enough to leave a half-moon dent. He drew the injured lip into his mouth with an impassioned strong suck, feverishly drinking her blood. Her eyebrows knotted and knotted deeper at the pain that dragged her soaring senses back, and flung on the ground. She wielded the majority of her strength in order to alienate herself from him. Suddenly, however, a statement from him rendered her too weak to fight. "You must honor your husband with all the assets that your body and heart own."
Her heart hammered. Reality washed over her, humiliation spiraling through her. But, there was nothing she could fight back Hades's logic with. She was indeed his wedded wife as of that date — someone he could fully exercise his marital rights on. Moreover, she had to do well out of Firebreath in order to tear her land out of the curse, hence, she couldn't afford to rub him the wrong way. No matter what!
Hades's hand crawled on her neck, winding its way to her bun that cocooned under the veil. He thrusted his long fingers into it, and pulled her head backward. This provided him more access to her mouth than before.
His fecund glands secreted transparent yummy fluids that slided down to her mouth, pooling fast. While his surprisingly soft lips were moving on hers, his tongue stirred their mixed saliva before pushing the concoction down her throat.
Half oblivious Eliana was, but still, she sensed something peeved him. She had the full mind to dive deeper into the inference, however, her focus ended up slipping away. Eyes closed — senses lured away by an unknown allure — all she could do was to feel around like a blind. Thick neck, broad chest, and muscle-bound arms, he was hard everywhere!
The second's hand crawled into minutes, and her strained lungs began to protest. Washing the bubbling desires away, her survival instinct kicked in. She had to secure the services of every crumb of her strength, to disengage from the embrace.
"You better work on your breathing." Hades's voice, softer in volume and lower in pitch, brushed her ears. His dark pupils stared back at her, the white of his eyes was painted with a reddish hue.
Eliana's after-kiss sluggish mind was a bit slow to assimilate Mr. Lord's command. During her previous life, her cheeks had been pelted with innocent smooches by him many times, but the deep-seated tradition ingrained within her never permitted them to get any further. Hence, the taste of make out, which Hades just overwhelmed her senses with, wasn't anything she had ever known of. Therefore, her lagging came as a rather natural reaction.
Just as the meaning behind Hades's words sunk in her head, she paid an enormous attention to him. His nostrils weren't dilated, denoting an even breathing. The acknowledgement to the fact couldn't but excite envy from her, for her breathing was still coming in rasping bursts, tearing raggedly through her lungs. Tsk! Such a chagrin!
"AHH!"
Eunias's excited exclamation derailed Eliana's train of thoughts; slight irritation furrowed her eyebrows. "Why are you shrieking?"
"Turned out he is bewitched by my beauty!" Eunias replied, his voice had an unmistakable ring of happiness. "Oh my! Oh my! My hard work didn't go unrewarded! The meticulously done make-up, six hours' effort, did catch this spice man's eye!" He shrieked with laughter, striking his palms together.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" A barrage of congratulatory words attacked Eliana from all around. Still, the mighty tongue tirelessly wagging inside didn't show any sign of stopping. Nepotism worked everywhere, and as a matter of fact, her brain prioritized Eunias over the cacophony of voices.
"What does legend say about a dragon's first kiss?" Eunias's tongue stopped after dislodging its new batch of passengers.
The unsolved puzzle of a question made her get cracking, and she answered quickly, "That it grants the recipient an ability, and it could be anything."
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Tears escaped through the creak of her sealed eyes, where thick lashes met. Farewell had been harder than what she initially thought it would be.
Etiquette forsook her mother, who had been worshiped as an epitome of it. Her plaintive cry of heartache gripped her heart. She would miss the motherly voice singing her lullaby, or the fairytales, she shamelessly demanded to luxuriate her ears with. Her father and brothers' futile attempt to push back their tears, how pain constricted their throats, cutting off their last words to her, everything floated in the darkness behind her closed lids.
Eliana's heavy heart hung loosely from the net of veins laid inside her chest. True, Hades endowed her with the ability to teleport, which spelled, he held no intent to immure her under lock and key. She could visit her family, any time she wanted. However, those times for visitation would be limited to a week at most!
So many things to achieve, she had to become powerful, the immortal, then defeat her enemies and save her nation. When everything would end, she would have to rise to the throne and rule her land. In short, she could never relive as Wingland's Princess ever again. This really was a farewell!
Recognition of reality brought waves of pain that curled over high and broke on her fragile heart.