Thread: Taming the Bride (Prince & darkest_fate)

I do Aric barked out, the vow almost a snarl. The sooner this farce ended, the quicker he could get on to the only fun part he could expect from this arrangement. Bleshings.. bleshings my children... Yesh, you are now man and wife under sacred vows... before all men thish is true, the priest said, perking up as he realized he'd made it through without any major mishaps. You may kish your bride! A smile came to Aric's face and he turned to face his new wife. Still an odd thing to think of, being married. This was his first good look at her and Juniper's beauty was no trick of makeup, light or distance. Even this close, just a foot away, her features were so delicate, skin so radiant, and hair so light, like flaxen gold, that Aric felt his mind blanking. Her purple eyes, so exotic in shape and color, captured his gaze and held him, though the spell was broken as he found them enigmas, no windows into what seemed to be a guarded soul. Easier to focus on his target, those sweet lips that were much fuller than he'd thought and shaded just lightly pink. Aric realized that he'd never really kissed a lady properly before. He'd kissed thousands of women, mostly whores, but hundreds of lusty noble ladies, uncounted commoners, war prizes, cheating wives, servant girls and who knows what else. But a proper kiss, a kiss between a husband and wife before an audience of witnesses? He was momentarily taken aback. Well, there was no sense in trying to fake it now and Aric had long decided that as King, he'd do what he liked regardless of how improper or vulgar others might consider it. Besides, what better way to let his new wife know exactly what he expected of her than to show her in their first kiss? Darling, say hello to your Prince Charming, Aric murmured with a saucy wink and reached around to pull her slender frame to his. He liked that she was tall for a woman, coming to his nose, but so slender that he felt like a bear hugging a sapling. Aric's hands moved by reflex to the spots he liked to grab while kissing. One slid immediately down to cup his sexy bride's ass, meaty paw finding one surprisingly firm and luscious cheek easily and squeezing appreciatively. The other slipped up to grab the back of her slender neck and hold her tight. He didn't like his girls slipping away after all! Aric's face leaned forward, turning slightly as his pressed his lips to hers, relishing the taste of her lipstick and letting her perfume fill his nose. She smelled like flowers and sunshine, happiness and sweets. It was almost too perfect. And then, as he always did, he opened his mouth and slipped his tongue between her lips. It was odd that she didn't already have her mouth open, ready to take it or perhaps tease him with her own tongue? He'd never kissed anyone that had kept their lips closed. Odd. She seemed almost surprised by the invading object as he plunged into her warm and velvety mouth, exploring her intimately in front of the large crowd. Almost synchronized with his tongue, his hands on her body pulled her close, nestling her into his strong frame and forcing her to straddle his thigh as their torsos pressed together. In short, Aric kissed his new wife at the altar like he did all his women. And that was lustily, hungrily, deeply, possessively and with his entire body. Just like he might kiss a whore.