When Amaranth awakes, the cottage is quiet. She tries to remember what caused her to faint in the first place, eyes widening as she remembers the return of Perthius and how easily Avlan held a knife to his own brother's throat. She sits up quickly, gasping as her head throbs. Avlan is quickly by her side, the princess not even noticing when he returns to bed, holding her steady as she holds her head in her hands.
"Darling, easy." He says quietly, and she looks up slowly, scanning the cottage.
"Where is Perthius?" She asks, fear lacing her voice, and Avlan sighs, petting the back of her hair.
"Gone. I sent him away." Avlan mutters, and Amaranth relaxes some at the news, resting her body against Avlan's fully. He holds her as she tries to get her bearings back, feeling utterly useless in the god's arms. "I'm sure he'll be back eventually. I think you somehow scared him earlier." He smiles, and Amaranth blinks up at him.
"How?"
"Well, I can't claim to know everything about how your power will come to be, but apparently I am enough to charge it. Like your own personal power source." He says softly, hand brushing through her hair that is still messy from sleep. "He saw a small look into what you will come to be. I don't think he was expecting it to be so…" He trails off, and Amaranth just hums for him to continue. "Well, very similar to someone we both knew very well."
"So, why is this all connected to your seed? Your blood is how this sort of thing usually goes, isn't it? Blood is the very foundation of what you are. You don't have the same blood as me, so I—"
"Blood can be used, yes, but it is only short lived." Avlan interrupts. "A quick fix. Using it so much will hurt your body over time and end up killing you before your ascension. We see it all the time in scholars and priests who want to be the one that's worshiped." Avlan holds Amaranth even closer. He rests his head atop of hers and sighs. "My seed, though, can be absorbed and from there your body trained to be a perfect vessel for the power. Like planting the berries outside."
"That's kind of an odd analogy." Amaranth huffs, and Avlan laughs. "It is." She mutters, and Avlan only pets her further.
"Like I've told you, only if you want, my flower."
"So, if I were to swallow it?" The question makes Avlan pull back and stare at Amaranth with wide eyes. She's never seen a god with such pink cheeks. He lets out a nervous huff of a laugh, patting her cheek.
"Well, yes, of course." He answers, and she leans up, kissing him briefly before pulling away. "What was that for?"
"Protecting me. I heard everything Perthius said—that you said, and I truly believe you. That you want nothing but to grow a family with me and correct your father's wrongs. I want to help you with that. I want to start that family with you." She smiles before kissing him again. Avlan gasps into it as Amaranth climbs onto his lap, effectively straddling him. "I want to thank you for everything you've done for me." She says against his lips, and he can only grab a hold of her small waist to steady her, pulling her impossibly closer. Always wanting her closer. If he could open her ribcage and live inside her, he would.
His shirt is being undone without him even noticing until her small hands are traveling along his chest and down to his abdomen, soft lips kissing along his jaw and down his neck. He can feel as their power converges, meets in the middle and dances amongst them. He can feel the way the air around them changes and as its static kisses at his skin along with her. It's easy for him to fall into her spell, trapped underneath her small body that he could easily throw across the cottage if needed. He enjoys the feeling. Enjoys the power that she has over him in this small moment they've created. She could lead him to the ends of the Earth, and Avlan wouldn't want it any other way.
"My flower." He sighs, running fingers through Amaranth's hair. She gives him another quick kiss before throwing the robe he had changed her into to the side. It falls off of her shoulders with ease, and he grins at the sight of her in her naked glory. Breasts falling with the help of gravity as she bounces slightly on the god's lap. He presses soft kisses to the tops of them, causing Amaranth to gasp as her head pulls to the side, giving him room to kiss up her neck and pull teasingly at her earlobe with his perfect teeth.
"Avlan, please." She whispers, watching as Avlan's clothes disappear quickly. She's not sure if it was the work of a God or a desperate man, but she's not complaining as her eyes roam all over the expanse of him and his statuesque sculpt. She sees the sweat of anticipation as it beads and travels down the plains of his abs, disappearing into the dark curls that frame where it matters most. Avlan is a dark color that compliments his tan skin, a pretty red from how it's engorged with pleasure. Amaranth lets her fingertips brush against it in curiosity, watching as Avlan's stomach twitches from the stimulation.
The energy is like a blender, and Amaranth takes her robe off completely. Avlan can feel her sticky nectar as it sticks to her thighs and rubs into his. He watches in fascination as Amaranth raises herself onto her knees, small hands resting on his broad shoulders to steady herself as she hovers above his cock. When he looks back up, he gasps. The purple is back behind her eyes, brighter than ever, and he can feel himself responding. His own eyes shine a glorious gold as it runs up his arms like silk gloves. His hands dig into Amaranth's hips as she sinks down onto his member. She moans at the stretch, and he finds himself mumbling nothing but praise to her.
Beautiful.
So good for me.
My glorious flower.
My beautiful Goddess.
My bride…
The words are punched out of him with ease, and he groans as she swivels her hips, rocking gently at first until her body explodes with the pleasure of it. She's desperate with need, and Avlan helps her find what she wants so desperately. He thrusts up into her, embracing her entirely as he mouths at her jaw and kisses under her ear. He reaches back to brace himself against the mattress, fumbling when his hand finds nothing but air. He looks down to find that they are inches above the mattress. Their bodies are tangled up in the air as they continue to meet each other halfway. Amaranth's small hands appear almost transparent as they sheathed with a purple glass, though they are still soft to the touch. Warmth travels throughout Avlan's body from wherever they touch.
"I love you, Avlan." Amaranth says against his cheek as she continues her constant bounce on top of him.
"I am yours." He replies, and Amaranth pulls at the back of his hair as she throws her head back in ecstasy. The cottage seems to shake with the force of her orgasm, and Avlan is soon to follow, thrusting up hard inside her as he fills her to the brim with his seed. The purple and gold burst together as if they were fireworks, and Avlan holds Amaranth tight as they fall back down to the bed with a loud thud, shaking the bed frame.
"I am yours." Amaranth agrees, resting on top of Avlan. Her skin slowly returns to normal, but her eyes are brighter. A pale purple as opposed to the dark gray they were before. She smiles at him, happy to be where she is, and Avlan returns it. He runs his fingertips along the back of Amaranth's back, feeling as the sparks kiss at her skin. She presses a kiss to his chest, and Avlan gasps as Amaranth wraps a hand around him as if she has done it a thousand times before. A simple question on her tongue.
"Satisfy me?"