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The cradle of the night had just arrived onto Castrum Kremnos, and many within the city had gone to retire for the night.
However, those in the royal council remained wide awake, preparing to convene for a meeting of grave importance. Many men and women of high status in the royal council filed into a room that was lit with torches, bookshelves abundant and the curtains of the windows sealed tightly. At the head of the table they sat at was an empty yet bigger chair, reserved for a figure of importance. Some time passed before the door to the room opened, everyone getting up from their seats to bow at the figure who entered.
The king who was adorned with blonde-red hair and sun-kissed eyes, body covered in red tattoos that signified his status and responsibility… He was a figure revered by all of Castrum Kremnos, and they had ought to show him respect wherever they saw him. His armored shoes made creaks in the floorboards, and he lightly trailed his gauntlet-covered hand over the marble table before taking a seat in his larger chair--the council members then followed suit.
“Council,” one man stood up at the other end of the table, clearing his throat.
“Today, we convene to discuss a matter related to Lord Mydei. As you all know, our beloved king has been in power since he was small, but his rule cannot proceed smoothly with him in his lonesome. As such, we will put together the most auspicious event we have hosted in many years--the wedding of our great King. As per tradition, we shall invite princes and princesses from all over to contend for Lord Mydei’s hand.”
“Hmph, so that’s what this is. Alright then… It is an event I have been thinking about lately.” Mydei said honestly, nodding his head once.
“Excellent. Well then, we will have messengers send out invitations all over the Kingdoms. Do you have any requests, your Highness?” the council member asked.
“Just one--First priority shall be given to Princess Aglaea of Okhema. She is an important figure and should be given respect and therefore the first invite.”
“Of course, my Lord… Anything else from anyone, before we work on the food and decor?”
It was silent for a moment, no one speaking up to voice any opinion.
“Alright then, let’s move o--”
“Wait.” Mydei spoke up suddenly, everyone’s heads whipping in his direction.
“Y-Yes, Your Highness?”
Mydei seemed to be a bit conflicted as he leaned forwards slightly, hands clasped together below his chin and his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes were trained on the table for a bit before he lifted his gaze to the rest of the council, a serious look in his eyes.
“Let us also extend an invitation to the people of Aidonia.”
A few gaps rang out in the room, although everyone’s eyes widened and their mouths opened ajar.
“W-What? Aidonia? But, your Highness…”
“I understand what our standing is with the Aidonian people--we waged war with them centuries ago, and under Nikador’s command, the followers of Thanatos were forbidden from coming back into Kremnoan borders. It is true that their people did horrible things to us, but we did the same back--perhaps the notion to fight violence with violence is deep rooted in the teachings of Death and Strife, and both Titans fought because they hated one another, but times are different. The Titans are dead, and Kingdoms are now ruled by the royal families that contain the golden blood of Titans--in this era of humanity, humane and mortal decisions must be made. As the current king, I advise that we strengthen our relations with Aidonia and allow them in our circle of friendship, if not marriage.”
There was silence for a moment, before the council member at the other end of the table let out a small sigh.
“I appreciate your words, Your Highness, but if I may speak my mind… I do not think it is a good idea. They retrieve their powers from the Underworld, and those who identify as witches and mages have the ability to kill those in their radius--that isn’t safe for our guests.”
“We aren’t going to invite masses of Aidonians, only the royal family. A few people should be enough for me to manage, just leave the planning to me, Sir George.”
The council member named George sighed, finally relenting.
“As you wish, Your Highness.”
Mydei nodded, a determined look on his face.
“Now then… let us proceed with the rest.”
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Days of planning went by, and soon enough word was spreading all over the kingdoms that Mydei was looking for a partner.
The invitation had also been sent out to Aidonia, the kingdom that was unable to go to Kremnos, but was not fully isolated otherwise. Mydei had never met someone from this place, and no one he had met had either. But, hopefully, this was the start of good relations with them.
The night of the opening banquet arrived, and people began to flock into Castrum Kremnos with excitement and intrigue. Mydei was in the spacious throne room, sitting atop his makeshift throne of crystals that he had grown to love over the years. He sat comfortably, his legs slightly spread and his right hand on his cheek while his other hand idly held a chalice of wine-that-totally-wasn’t-pomegranate-juice.
He never really dressed modestly in his everyday life, and he wasn’t going to dress up just for this occasion--however, he did put on his crown and a larger cape that hugged his shoulders and draped behind him at the behest of his stylist.
As he looked around, he saw some familiar faces, and many other faces that he was not acquainted with. A guard came up beside him subtly, leaning down and whispering in his ear.
“Everyone except the Aidonians are here. Shall we wait?”
“No need--the people must be advised of their arrival in advance. I will start the ceremony.” Mydei said. The guard nodded and simply went back to standing in his formation, Mydei letting out a small sigh before he stood up. With his sharp gauntlets he tapped against his glass, the sound loud and able to get everyone’s attention.
“Guests from far and wide, I am grateful you are all here on this auspicious evening. Tonight, as you all know, I have invited you all here to bear witness to the potential candidates for my marriage. I have been king of Kremnos for many years, but I cannot continue my reign smoothly without someone by my side. You shall offer your royals for my hand in marriage, and as the tradition stipulates, I shall spend time with each candidate and determine who I wish to marry.”
Mydei explained, earning a few whispers of intrigue from the crowd.
“Normally, this is where the speech would end, but… there is one piece of information I would like to share with you all. We are in an era of change and repent, reflecting on our past mistakes and creating a world that, while definitely not free of Strife, will be more fair and equal. I have taken it upon myself to invite the royals from Aidonia to join us in this banquet.”
As expected, there were mutters and gasps, both of interest and perhaps confusion. The Aidonians were Kremnos’ enemies after all, it was no surprise to be met with such a reaction.
“I understand this may be a bit difficult to accept on such short notice, but it is not certain whether they will actually show up.”
Just then, a guard came rushing into the room, looking up at the king.
“Your Highness, they have arrived!”
Once more, people began to talk amongst themselves.
“Ah, perfect timing. Open the gates.”
“Yes, My Lord!” the guard planted his staff into the ground in affirmation, heading back the other way. A few moments passed before the gates of the banquet hall opened up, the structure creaking slightly.
Soon, the silhouette of two figures became clear, the two individuals stepping into the chandelier-lit room.
One was a tall, middle aged woman with white hair, dressed in elegant yet slightly tattered clothing. Beside her was a shorter girl who seemed a tad bit uneasy, her white and purple hair long and tied into twin tails with intricate pins and hair ties. Her dress was also elegant, although it held more floral designs.
Mydei hummed, holding out a hand in their direction.
“Just on time, visitors from Aidonia--I had just begun my speech.”
“Your Highness… a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Apologies if you expected more of us to arrive, but we decided to play it safe.” the taller woman said, bowing at him--the girl beside her followed suit, hands on her stomach as she bowed.
“This is ideal, actually. Not overwhelming for my guests. Now, please, find a spot to enjoy yourselves.”
The two women did so, finding an isolated corner that was still a good place to view the event.
“Alright, everyone is here. Now, it is time to begin this ceremony by showing me all you royals have to offer me.”
Mydei sat back down onto his throne, and the introductions from each candidate began.
There was Aglaea of Okhema, a renowned figure all throughout the kingdoms who had yet to take someone’s hand in marriage. Her prowess in sewing and designing was unparalleled, and her talent was a marvel that defied the blindness she was born with.
Another notable figure was Phainon of Aedes Elysiae, who was well-known by many. His combat abilities and kindness intertwined made him a role model to children of all walks of life, and he was a social butterfly--it was rare that no one in the kingdoms knew who the prince was.
Anaxa, or Anaxagoras if you wish to call him by his full name as the scholar himself suggests, was a man of few words but undeniable talent. Connections with the Grove of Epiphany would surely expand the horizons of Kremnos…
There were many other candidates from all over Amphoreus, many of whom did not pique Mydei’s interest. Finally, when everyone else had their turn, the crowd’s gaze fell onto the remaining guests, the two women from Aidonia.
“So, dear guests--are you here to offer a proposal of marriage?” Mydei asked curiously.
“Well, Your Highness… Under normal circumstances, we would have done so, but…” the older woman began.
“But?” Mydei asked, eyebrows raised in anticipation.
“Allow me to explain to his Highness, mother…” the girl said, to which her mother sighed and nodded.
“Sure.”
The girl looked up at Mydei, a gentle smile on her face.
“My name is Castorice, and I am the princess of my homeland. As all of you may know, Aidonians who wish to become powerful for many different reasons will reach out to beings of the Underworld, seeking witch and mage-hood. This… is what I have done, and therefore, I cannot come close to you. It will kill you, and we do not want that.” Castorice had a solemn look on her face now, although her eyes never wavered.
There were mutters in the room once more: The princess is a witch? Can she be trusted?
Mydei hummed, before letting out a small chuckle that surprised Castorice a little.
“The Aidonian family line is graced with the ability to speak the Titan language, and those who seek the powers of the Underworld will no longer be able to feel the touch of another.”
Mydei got up from his throne, walking down the steps and towards Castorice. He left a generous area of space between them, but they were still close.
The man extended his gauntlet covered hand outwards, into her space. A look of horror washed upon her face for a moment, the girl taking a wary step back.
“However, the Kremnoans have a certain power that flows through their own royal bloodline. Being a king who is without family, I am the only one in this world who carries that blessing. Immortality, rejection of death… surely, if there is anyone who can make contact with you apart from family, it would be me?”
Castorice blinked once, twice, a small air of hesitation still surrounding her.
It seemed to Mydei that this girl had built such a wall around herself that she was still skeptical, even if he explained himself.
“Do not fret--if this backfires, I will back off immediately. Come, let us test this out--think of this as the beginning of Kremnos and Aidonia’s new alliance. We’re… testing the waters, if you will.”
Finally, after a few seconds of deafening silence, Castorice inhaled deeply, gently raising her hand before reaching out.
Her fingers carefully rested on his own, and for a moment, they waited for something to happen--maybe Mydei would fall over in pain, show signs of fatigue and pass out, or maybe she would kill him right then and there. However, nothing of the sort occurred. He remained standing, and a small smile appeared on his face as he watched her expression change into one of relief.
“Splendid, this works just fine.”
Mydei, although he was an avid fighter (and a tad bit aggressive at times), he was not a cruel king who lacked empathy and etiquette. The king placed a small kiss on Castorice’s knuckles, causing the girl to go stiff a little, but she seemed grateful for the gesture.
“Well then, if you ever want to be a candidate, then let me know. Otherwise, we’d still be happy to have the two of you here over the next few months like everyone else, to strengthen relations.”
“Of course… I shall consider it.” Castorice smiled gently again, nodding her head.
“Perfect. Well then, with that sorted, I can safely say that tonight’s introductory banquet is concluded. However, I will announce which candidates will stay here for the months to come at the end of today. Feel free to stay a while longer and speak with one another, gatherings like this don’t happen every day.” Mydei announced.
The King returned to his throne, and the chatter in the room rose to high levels, many people opting to stay and eat the plethora of food that was still left.
Mydei took the chalice that he had abandoned back into his hand, sipping at it slowly as his eyes raked over all the people in the room.
Aglaea and Anaxa seemed to be conversing in one corner about Titans know what, although he could make out the smirk on Agalea’s face and the rolling of Anaxa’s uncovered eye. Castorice and her mother were also in their secluded corner discussing something, perhaps whether or not to accept Mydei’s offer.
“Hey, Mydei!”
Mydei turned his head to the side, a certain white haired man coming up beside him.
“Phainon, it has been many months since I last saw you. I trust you are well?”
“Yes, indeed. Thank you for asking. How are you?”
“I’m alright. There are so many candidates, but only a select few truly interest me.”
“Is that so? Well, at least you have a list in mind.” Phainon nodded. Mydei could not really pinpoint what it was, but something in Phainon’s voice seemed to waver. Uncertainty? Fear?
Mydei didn’t want to say anything that made his old friend and rival uncomfortable, but he still decided to speak up and make a few things known.
“If you must know, I am considering Agalea, Anaxa, Castorice, and you. And perhaps a few others, but… mostly the four of you. Your kingdoms potentially being unionized with mine will bring out the most potential benefits.”
“Oh, r-really…? Well, that’s good to know.”
Phainon was smiling, and his voice seemed to be back in control--but something still seemed wrong.
“If there isn’t anything you’d like to talk about, then I’d prefer to be left alone.” Mydei said, to which Phainon laughed awkwardly with a nod.
“Right, right! I’ll get out of your hair now.”
Maybe Phainon wanted to say something, if his pursed lips and his wandering eyes were any clue--but before Mydei could ask, the man walked off, his concerns unvoiced.
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For hours, Mydei spoke with many families including the two Aidonians and assessed the candidates that had offered themselves up.
The banquet was at its end, and Mydei was now in charge of announcing his decision on which handful of people would spend more time with him. He stood up from his throne, everyone’s attention on him as he cleared his throat.
“Guests, the banquet has met its end, and the time to retire for the night is upon us. However, as per custom, a handful of you who I show interest in will stay in Kremnos and spend time with me individually.” Mydei began, feeling the anticipation bubbling in the room.
“My list includes four individuals whom I shall now name. Aglaea from Okhema, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae, Anaxagoras of the Grove of Epiphany, and…”
Mydei turned his view over to Castorice, who went wide eyed as they locked eyes together.
“If she herself allows it… Castorice of Aidonia.”
Castorice pursed her lips, Mydei not looking away from her and waiting for her response.
“I…” Castorice began. She was going to open her mouth again before someone in the crowd spoke up--one of the candidates Mydei had no interest in, a girl with green hair and aggressive mannerisms.
“Are you really gonna take this girl over anyone else here? She’s Aidonian!” the girl cried, a few gasps ringing out in the room.
Mydei glared at the girl who spoke, Castorice frowning and seemingly shrinking in her spot.
“I’m sorry, but since when were you the decision maker? I am the host nation’s leader, and therefore I make my own choices. I will not allow you to speak in such a way to her.” Mydei argued.
“I thought you Kremnoans were followers of Strife or something? Aren’t you into conflict and all that? Words like this should not be surprising.”
“You have severely misunderstood the ideology of the Kremnoan people, miss. We loathe scheming behind people’s backs, and we are above discrimination and hatred of other peoples. I will not tolerate any other words you have left in that mouth of yours--Guards, see to her.”
The girl was taken away by guards with a little bit of protest, Mydei sighing as he looked back over at Castorice.
“If you are hesitant to accept this offer, I understand. Please please know that, in a dark sea of doubters and skeptics, I am at least one shining light who wishes for you to remain happy.”
Castorice smiled at that before letting out a small laugh.
“Then, if you would allow me, I would like to join as well.”
“Of course, it would be great to have you. Well, with all of that settled, it is time to retire for the night. I hope everyone takes care of themselves and returns home in high spirits. As for those in my selection, rooms have been accommodated, and you will want for nothing while you are here.”
Mydei concluded his speech, and after such an exhausting day, he quickly made his way out of the throne room and towards his bedroom.
He would assess every candidate he chose in greater detail later--for now, he just wished to sleep.
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Castorice stood and waved as her mother left the Kremnoan palace, on the way back to their homeland.
Castorice was to stay here for months, and her mother had to report to their subjects. With a small sigh she watched as her mother’s silhouette finally vanished past the horizon, turning back into the palace and heading off to her accommodation with a couple guards. They went through staircases and hallways until they stopped in front of the door in a well-lit area.
“Here is your room, miss. If you have any questions, we will be nearby.”
“Of course. Thank you.” Castorice nodded, bowing curtly. The guards walked off, and Castorice was left by herself in front of the door to her room.
Just then, her elf ears perked up at the sound of footsteps, her head whipping around to the source of the sound.
Nearby was Phainon, who immediately noticed her presence.
“Oh, hello! It’s Castorice… right?” Phainon asked, a radiant smile appearing on his face. A little flustered, but also happily, Castorice responded in kind.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“I’m Phainon, me and Mydei have been best buds since we were little! Well, it’s more like we’re frenemies now, but anyways, I’m getting off topic… What I wanted to say is, I really think that you and Mydei will get along well. It’s like he said--in a dark sea of doubters, he will be a light in the water to find respite in. If there is anyone in this era who would advocate for change, it would be Mydei. I believe the Aidonians will integrate into all of our societies once again some day, and I also want to be friends with you, if you would like it to be this way.”
Castorice smiled to herself, nodding her head once.
“A friend… Of those, I have little. I would be honored to be your friend, Lord Phainon.”
“Oh please, Phainon works just fine! No need for fancy titles.”
“Alright, then… Goodnight, Phainon.”
Phainon smiled and nodded before walking past her and down the hall, into his own room.
A friend in this newfound place… I am grateful for this indeed.
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Days passed, and Mydei had begun to meet with the candidates he picked.
Soon enough, it was Castorice’s first day with him. She was sitting in a courtyard on a bench, although she kept some distance from the plants. She was avidly working on her crochet kit that she had brought along, stitching together some makeshift flowers and ornaments.
“How interesting.”
Castorice was so focused that she yelped a bit when a voice spoke to her, her head snapping up to see Mydei standing in front of her.
“Your Highness… Apologies, I was so focused that I didn’t notice you.”
Mydei let out a small laugh, sitting on the bench beside her but not too close to invade her space.
“It’s no problem. What are you up to?”
“Ah, well… I crochet to pass the time. It’s relaxing.” Castorice smiled to herself, continuing her work.
“Hm, I see. Is it popular in your hometown?”
“Yes, quite. My mother taught me all that I know.”
“Your mother… She seems like a nice woman.”
“Yeah.”
There was silence for a moment before Castorice spoke up.
“What about you?”
“Huh?”
“Do you have any pastimes in Kremnos?”
“Fighting. Crafting weapons.” Mydei answered simply.
“Mm… I’m not a very good fighter. Perhaps all I’m good for is my powers… and even then, it casts fear into the hearts of all those outside Aidonia.” Castorice said sadly.
“Don’t say that. One must not think so low of themselves. I could teach you how to fight if you so desire.”
“Really, would you do that?” Castorice asked, her eyes lightning up as she looked at him. Mydei nearly cooed at how cute her face looked at that moment.
“Of course.”
“W-Well… thank you.”
Silence came between the two of them again, but it was not that awkward. After a minute or so, Castorice finally finished her project, taking one last look at it before nodding in approval.
Castorice stood up, Mydei looking at her curiously as she stood in front of him.
“Here, this is a gift for our first day spending time together--and a token that will hopefully allow our nations to make peace.”
In her hand was a crocheted rose, its red color intense like the tattoos on Mydei’s body.
Castorice came a bit closer, Mydei’s eyes not leaving her as she gently swept his hair away from his ear. Carefully, she placed the ornament behind his ear, a small smile appearing on her face as she backed up and allowed Mydei to bring his fingers up to the object. Mydei laughed a little, smiling slightly at her.
“I appreciate the gift. The color matches me well.”
“Yes, I did that on purpose…” Castorice admitted sheepishly as she collected her materials. Mydei stood up, looking at the path nearby.
“Say, do you feel like taking a walk?”
“Oh… that would be nice.” Castorice nodded.
Mydei smiled, and although this was their first time properly spending time together, he already felt a stronger connection to her than everyone else.
It was not just the fact that he could be close to her without dying, no--her gestures were sweet, her mannerisms were gentle, and her smile was hauntingly beautiful.
There was no word in the Kremnoan language for romance, but if there was one, Mydei would find that word plastered on his forehead easily.
His old self was never interested in love, but as he aged, he slowly understood its significance, although he could never find anyone who he really, truly felt a burning love for.
It was too early to say how everything would end, but… deep down in his subconscious, although he denied it vehemently… he wished it would be her.
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A couple months went by, and Mydei had spent a good deal of time with each candidate.
Aglaea often talked about her dress making abilities and the device she called “Garment-maker”, who assisted her day in and day out. The topics she spoke of were interesting, but beyond that, he found himself unable to pay attention.
Phainon and him had good talks, often spending their time sparring or reminiscing about their childhood. But they never seemed to move on from the playful banter and teasing remarks they always gave each other. Nothing felt like it had changed.
Anaxa was smart, and Mydei admired his intellect and--albeit self-centered--ideologies. Their time was spent in libraries, but Anaxa seemed to be paying more attention to the scrolls and texts more than Mydei himself, as if he felt he had no contribution in Mydei’s final choice.
Castorice and he often trained, spent time making crochet, and even sharing stories about their family and their dark pasts. Mydei had told her everything about the death of his mother and killing his father, and Castorice had told him about how she only became a witch to save her mother from illness--her father had died when she was small, and she could not bear to witness the death of another family member. It cost her many other things in the mundane world, but to her, it was all worth it.
These heart-to-heart moments, this deep connection… she was the only one who could give it to him.
A week after this event, Aglaea came up to him suddenly--the sky was covered in an ombre hue of sunset, and Mydei stood outside on a balcony, overlooking many of the homes and people below.
“Your Highness?”
Mydei turned around from his sight-seeing, eyebrows furrowed together as he saw Aglaea standing before him.
“Lady Aglaea? What brings you here?” Mydei asked. Aglaea smiled slightly, and Mydei was unsure what her next words would be. She was unpredictable, more so than anyone he's ever met.
“I wish to speak with you briefly.”
“What is the matter?”
“Well, over the past months, we have spent time together… and honestly, while I was determined at the beginning, I have come to realize something about myself. I’m a romantic, and I’ve always believed that love is something that I am destined for. I thought this would be a good opportunity, but… I think what I truly desire is to find love naturally, and not like this. So…”
“You wish to withdraw.”
“Precisely.”
Mydei sucked in a breath before he nodded.
“If it is what you desire, I shall relieve you of your participation in this. I hope that life treats you well.”
“And you as well, Lord Mydeimos. Have a good evening.”
And just like that Aglaea had left, leaving only swirling thoughts in Mydei’s mind.
Natural love… someone who you know is the one.
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Two weeks later, Mydei was sitting in an open courtyard with Phainon, the two of them talking idly with each other.
The space they sat in was surrounded by some pillars, the open spaces of the upper levels of Castrum Kremnos looking down on them. People could walk down those halls and look down at them, taking in the cool breeze of autumn as well.
Phainon looked down at his fingers as he shifted in his seat, a small sigh coming out from his mouth. Mydei raised an eyebrow, looking over at his friend.
“Something wrong?” Mydei asked.
“Well, it’s just… how do I put this… something has been itching at me for a while.”
“How so?”
“I’ve been thinking, and, well… I don’t think we’re…”
“You don’t think we’re compatible.”
Phainon nodded, raising his head and looking up at the other man.
“Yeah… was it that obvious?”
“I had a feeling it’s what you were going to say. You’ve been thinking about it for a while, right? Back at the banquet, you seemed off, like something was troubling you.”
“I wanted to tell you about how I felt, that I didn’t truly want this, but…” Phainon trailed off, and Mydei and an inkling about what he was implying.
His family was strict, and once they were set in their ways, there was no stopping them. It seemed that they had their eyes set on putting the two of them together, but… both he and Mydei knew now that neither one of them had interest in each other further than their current relationship.
“I understand. Don’t worry, I can vouch for you.” Mydei said.
“Thank you…”
Mydei nodded, before there was something in the corner of his eye that caught his attention. A silhouette of a certain someone with light blue hair was standing on an upper floor, looking down at them.
“You know, Phainon,” Mydei began, catching the white haired boy’s attention.
“I’m sure there’s more to your story, and there are a lot of emotions you’re feeling right now… but even if you haven’t been eyeing someone… someone has been eyeing you .”
Mydei’s gaze trailed up, and Phainon filled his gaze, turning around to see the figure who stood atop. Anaxa stood there with a solemn face, although it turned to one of surprise when Phainon and Mydei looked in his direction.
Phainon widened his eyes, a small gasp leaving his mouth as Anaxa quickly walked off into the palace.
“M-Mydei, I gotta go.” Phainon said hastily, getting up from his seat.
“Go, go. Don’t stay here, you won’t catch up with him otherwise.”
Phainon nodded, smiling at his friend in thanks. The man disappeared into the palace, leaving Mydei alone to bask in the sunlight.
Now… only one option remains. Perhaps, the only true option that there ever was.
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The next day, Mydei met with Castorice in their usual courtyard spot, the moon high in the sky and clouds floating with the light breeze.
Castorice smiled as she saw him walk towards her, waving at him gently. Mydei smiled, taking a seat beside her so that their shoulders were flushed together. Over the weeks, the two of them had closed the space they placed between themselves, and they were now comfortable being close together.
“So, what are we doing tonight?” Castorice asked.
“Well… there is actually no reason to continue on with these meetings.”
“O-Oh… really?” Castorice seemed sad and dejected once he said that, perhaps convinced that she would no longer get to spend time with him. He suddenly found himself particularly fond of the small pout she made.
“Mm. It’s because… I’ve chosen my partner.”
Another sentence that brought a sad look into her eyes, convinced that she was not the one he wanted.
“Have you? Well… I’m glad. I hope you’re happy.” she said. Mydei smiled, raising his gauntlet covered hand towards her face. He brushed her bangs slightly out of her eyes before taking hold of her chin, surprising her as he turned her face towards his.
Their faces were close, but not yet touching.
“I would hope that you’re happy as well… but your happiness is my responsibility, now that you are to soon be my wife.”
Castorice widened her eyes, a blush spreading on her face as she looked at him in awe.
“M-Me? But I…”
“No buts, Castorice. Aglaea left some time ago, and Phainon and Anaxa have sorted themselves out… And I love you. I think that’s how I’ve felt since the beginning… You fascinated me more than anyone else, and you’ve touched my soul more than anyone else. I wish to make you mine, if it is what you desire as well, beautiful.”
Castorice was melting, and tears were forming in her eyes. She felt so loved , so wanted . Castorice could not form words, so she simply nodded and let the man embrace her.
Mydei pulled her face closer and pressed their lips together, and it was like Castorice had ascended into the skies and fallen asleep amongst soft clouds. Mydei’s lips were bigger than hers, enveloping her whole and overpowering her in strength. She held onto his shoulders for support as he snaked his free hand around her waist, both of them kissing one another with a pure yet strong desire.
When they parted, all they could hear was the sound of their beating hearts within their chests and their heavy breathing.
“I love you too.” Castorice smiled--she placed her head on his shoulder, and he hugged her tightly, with the fear that if he let go, she would leave.
The rest of the night was spent in whispers and smiles amidst the night, the moon as their only witness.
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When word got out that Mydei and Castorice were to marry, the overall reaction was pleasant, although there were still those who harbored a negative viewpoint on this.
Despite this, many people were supportive of them and came to congratulate them with gifts and blessings. Castorice was unsure of what Mydei had meant when he said that Phainon and Anaxa had “sorted themselves out”, but when they came to visit with interlocked arms, she finally understood, looking at both of them with a knowing smile.
So they were in love this entire time…? Talk about a plot twist.
Their wedding was set to be a month from now, during the first week of winter, and everyone in Castrum Kremnos was working hard to plan everything out.
One night, Castorice was walking around the halls, Mydei having just retired for the night. She was going to go straight to bed in her own room, but she was suddenly met with Sir George from the royal council, who she had become familiar with over the past few days.
“Oh, Sir George… good eve.” Castorice greeted. The man looked at her, a small, mysterious smile on his face.
“Hello, Miss Castorice. I hope you are well?”
“I am. Are you well?”
“Yes. Hmm… perhaps I would be more well, if you would listen to a concern I have had as of late.”
Castorice tilted her head to the side in confusion.
“Huh…? I mean… sure?”
“Come with me, it is better we talk elsewhere.”
The man led her into the council meeting room, closing the door behind them and letting her take a seat at the marble table.
“Say, Castorice… has Mydei told you that he loves you?”
“Well, yes of course, he has told me. What of it?”
“Are you sure he truly loves you, though?”
Castorice furrowed her eyebrows, visibly confused.
“What?”
“Believe me, I’m not trying to sow discord… I just want to bring some things to your attention. Mydei is the King of Kremnos whom I have had the pleasure to serve for many years, ever since he was little… perhaps he says he loves you now, but who’s to say that it’ll carry over? He is a man of power, and men in power want nothing more than to manipulate those below them. Your husband today, and someone else’s husband when he is bored of the novel experiences you have to offer.”
Castorice’s breath hitched, and she felt tears of uncertainty and doubt prick at her eyes.
“No, Mydei, he… he wouldn’t. He said he loves me.”
“You have known him for a few months, and I have known him for over a decade. I’m telling you now, Castorice, that if you wish to save yourself the heartbreak and find one true love… you must move on from him.”
But he’s the only one on the earth who can touch me, embrace me, kiss me, without meeting Thanatos… And yet…
“Just think about what I said and… choose wisely, please.”
The man left the room, and before Castorice could even control it, she began to cry.
Her vision was blurred with tears so heavy, and it was like she was short of breath. Her mind was overtaken with the thought of him leaving her, someone else in his arms as they left her behind in a dark pit of sorrow. It would be a full hour before she finally had the strength to walk into her room and fall into her bed.
She fell asleep as quickly as a light, swept into a nightmare that ate away at her heart.
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A few days passed, and Castorice was plagued with a turmoil she could not sort out in her mind.
She loved her to-be-husband, so very much, but she wondered if he meant every word he said. If those smiles and kisses he always gave her meant anything in the long-run. Was he being sincere, or was she a tool, like Sir George had warned her about?
Currently, the two of them are in the throne room, Castorice standing beside Mydei’s crystal throne with her hands folded on her stomach. They were receiving more gifts on this day, the last day of gift giving before the actual wedding kicked off in less than a month.
Castorice greeted people with a smile, as did Mydei, and they both thanked the people for their gifts. Soon, the gift giving died down, and now people were perusing the area, talking to one another and eating to their heart's content. It was then that Castorice allowed her face to drop, but this did not go unnoticed by Mydei.
“Cas? Are you okay?”
Castorice jumped a bit, looking to her side to see Mydei looking up at her with concern. Those puppy eyes, his fluffy hair, and his furrowed eyebrows… she was falling in love again, but at the same time, that exact notion hurt.
“I… Y-Yes. I’m alright.” Castorice nodded, averting her eyes as quickly as she could and focusing on the floor instead
Mydei could tell something was wrong, and he decided to persist.
“I can tell something is wrong… Cas, I'm here for you. I’m here to listen.” Mydei said.
Castorice could not look at him, no, she could not dare. But her mouth moved before her brain could stop her.
“Do you really love me?”
The two of them were silent for a moment, and although the rest of the room was loud and could not hear their conversation, it felt like the world had gone still.
“What… What do you mean? Of course I love you.” Mydei said--his voice was soft now, and it was not until she felt cool steel gauntlets against her face did she realize she had let tears slip. She tried not to let out any noises, and she turned her back to the rest of the room, not letting her predicament be shown.
“Castorice, dear… Look at me, beautiful.”
Castorice looked into his eyes, and his gentle gaze was enough to calm her.
“I… Am I truly the one you love, or… am I just here until you wish to be rid of me?”
Mydei’s eyes widened in horror, and his body stilled, like a corpse would when life had left it.
“Castroice, no, I would never… I love you, and you’re the only one I can love, I…” Mydei spluttered a bit, clearly taken aback by the situation.
“This isn’t like you at all, Cas… Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you somehow? Please, I have to know--I’ll make up for any of my mistakes.”
Gods , Castorice wanted to cry again. He’s treating me so nicely, so tender.
“N-No, you didn’t, it’s just… it’s…”
“Castorice… did someone plant these thoughts into your mind?”
Castorice’s silence was as good of an answer as any, and Mydei was quick to narrow his eyes, his king-like aura taking over him.
“ Who ?” His voice was rough like a lion’s and this was the maddest Castorice had ever seen him.
“The… council member.”
“Council? Who?”
“Sir… George.”
In that instant, Mydei saw red.
The king rose from his throne, Castorice gasping slightly as he took enraged steps down into the mass of people.
“Mydei, where are you going?” Castorice cried, people making way for the king and princess in confusion.
“To give him a piece of my mind.” Mydei answered gruffly. Castorice was nervous, but she still followed behind him with light steps. Mydei found his target nearby, and with a growl, he approached the council member.
“Sir George!” Mydei cried, catching the man’s attention.
“Oh, My Lord… what seems to be the matter? Do you need some water to help you cool down?” the man asked--it was clear that he was provoking him.
“You… You poisoned Castorice’s mind and made her doubt my love for her… you despicable, sorry excuse for a council member!” Mydei accused him. The room had gone quiet, save for a few curious whispers.
“Such baseless accusations! I say your love for her has burned a bit too passionately… Are you sure she hasn’t put you under a spell?”
Mydei wanted nothing more than to attack this man, but there were civilians here, and he couldn’t have anyone getting hurt.
“Confess now, and I will give you as much mercy as I can muster.” was all Mydei said. His words were laced with venom, and it was his final warning.
Sir George first looked at Castorice, then back at the king, before flashing him a small smile.
The man suddenly threw something out of his hand that they were unaware he was holding, the object rolling onto the floor. Mydei pounced on him as soon as he did so, and managed to punch the man square in the face before the sound of a bang and smoke arrived.
People screamed, guards making sure civilians were clear of the smoke’s radius.
Castorice coughed as the smoke enveloped her lungs, and with a weak groan she fell to the floor, the thud causing Mydei to turn around and gasp at her limp body.
“Castorice!”
Mydei refocused his attention, guards taking hold of Sir George while Mydei held Castorice’s frame within his arms.
The girl’s breathing was labored, and her eyes were closed tight.
“ What did you do? ” Mydei sneered, looking over at the council member. Sir George laughed loudly, not bothering to fight his restraints.
“This potion is known to harm the inner systems of a witch, breaking them down until their bodies turn into dust… hehehe… She’ll be dead soon, and your dreams of a union with Aidonia will be shattered! And when you least expect it, I’ll come back… and be done with you!” the man yelled, eliciting surprised gasps from the crowd.
“You… I have trusted you for over a decade, and this is what you do? Betrayal, deceit, discord…”
Mydei was about to talk more through his tear-filled eyes, but the sound of Castorice’s coughing made Mydei snap his head downwards to check on her.
“Castorice…?”
Castorice opened her eyes, blinking a few times as she slowly sat up. Mydei took her shoulder into his hands, helping her stand on her weak feet.
“You… How are you still alive?” Sir George growled.
“You don’t know… how things work, Sir. Witches centuries ago may have fallen victim to this potion, but nowadays, we have developed a stronger immunity for these kinds of things--we are trained to be resistant. One of these pros of being sealed from Castrum Kremnos for so long was your inability to keep up with the trends.”
“No… NO! Argh, I should have killed you when you were young, Mydei, then none of my planning would have gone to waste! The kingdoms would have been mine to rule…”
“So that was your goal… How detestable." Mydei sighed.
"Nikador would be disappointed in you. Guards, send him away, and make sure he never sees the light of day--for attempting to sow discord between me and Castorice, and plotting the death of a king, he is to be brought to death.”
“Wait!”
Castorice interjected before the man could be taken away. Castorice looked over at Mydei, who looked at her just as intently.
“Allow me.” she whispered.
Mydei’s stern face curled into a small smirk, and he took a step back, which was her cue to do what she wished.
“Guards, civilians, please step back.” she said.
The guards and people followed her orders, and before the man could make any attempts to run away, the ground below Castorice bloomed with flowers, the man enveloped in a purple light.
“What… are you doing to me!?” the man yelled.
Castorice placed her finger on his forehead, and as the seconds passed, his movements slowed, and his skin turned pale.
Mydei watched in fascination as his lover cast her spell, the man’s body mass getting smaller and his bones more prominent. The man’s body finally fell onto the ground, and the flowers below her feet reached out to grasp onto his limbs--the flowers piled atop his body, pushing him into the ground below.
“May The River of Souls carry you to your destination, and may Thanatos judge you for all the sins you have committed in life.”
The man disappeared beneath the ground, and her flowers retracted, the air in the room going back to normal. For a moment, it was silent, and Castorice was not sure what to say. The room then erupted into cheers and claps of fascination, Mydei coming in front of her and enveloping her in a hug.
“Cas… that was so cool.” Mydei said, to which Castorice laughed.
“Thank you… I’m glad to be of service.”
They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, and despite the crowd surrounding them, they could not help the fervent kiss they fell into.
It was just them, and nothing could tear them apart.
All that mattered was this moment, together.
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The snowfall of winter arrived, and the horns of Castrum Kremnos blew as many gathered to witness an auspicious occasion.
Aglaea had crafted the perfect dress for Castorice, and Phainon and Anaxa had given her their best wishes before they went to their seats in the crowd. Castorice also met new friends through Aglaea and Anaxa, like the Tribios siblings, Hyacine, and Cipher, who came to watch the wedding ceremony.
The chairs were as far away from the aisle as possible, and when the sound of horns sounded out again, Castorice finally walked through the doors and into the large indoor space. In a mystical and calm silence Castorice walked down the aisle in her long white dress, the fabrics dragging behind herself. She was adorned with butterflies and flowers, and a white veil covered her face while her twin ponytails flowed behind her.
Mydei was standing at the end, waiting patiently for her in his Kremnoan wedding attire--covered in armor, hair fully untied and flowing on his shoulders.
Her mother was the only other person safe to stay up there with them and help them recite vows, so she was there with them.
The two of them faced each other, and although Castorice’s mother spoke and they both spoke their vows to one another, all they could focus on was each other’s faces, and fight back the tears that pooled in their eyes.
Their rings were placed on one another, Castorice’s veil was taken off, and when Castorice’s mother finally proclaimed them husband and wife, Mydei took charge and swept her up in a kiss that sent her heart into overdrive.
The sound of cheering from the crowd resounded, and both of them were content and happy basking in each other’s arms.
Castorice would never, ever, forget this day.
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Months later …
Many months had passed since their wedding, which both brought a newfound hope to the kingdoms and opened the doors of Castrum Kremnos to all Aidonians.
Castorice had celebrated her birthday not long after their wedding in the cold weather, spending time with her beloved husband in warm cuddles and whatever activities Castorice wanted to do that day. People from all over sent gifts for her, and she was grateful for the amount of people who accepted her as she was. Now, time had passed since then, and the scorching heat of summer and the blazing sun was now in full swing. Now, in the summer, was the approaching birthday of the king of Kremnos. Castorice wanted this to be a special day for her husband--his birthdays were spent in the limelight, no time for him to relax from the onslaught of people who would speak to him all day and send their wishes. Kremnoan birthday celebrations were nothing short of lavish and loud, and she was sure Mydei was sick of it, although he still adhered to these traditions as King.
Castorice wanted to offer him something different this time around, a gift that could only be given from the heart… something more intimate , one would say. The two of them slept in the same bed, shared passionate kisses, and complemented one another’s beauty--but not once in all these months have they had a true night together to ravish each other’s bodies.
Maybe Mydei never asked because he was respecting her boundaries, waiting for her to take action? Whatever the reason for this wall between them, Castorice was determined to break through it and commit herself to him further.
It was time for the two of them to go to bed, but Castorice told him to go ahead first since she had some business to attend to. Mydei was used to her coming to bed at different times by now, so he easily relented and went to their shared room first.
Castorice walked into the council room, smiling gently as she saw someone else sitting there waiting for her.
“Sir Krateros, thanks for coming.” she said as she took a seat further away from him.
“I am always ready to answer your call, my Queen. Tell me, what is the situation?” the man asked.
Krateros was a trusted member of the council, one who has known Mydei since he was born and was even part of the council while his parents were still in power.
“It’s more of a request… As you know, Mydei’s birthday is in a few days. Yes, we will have guests from all over the kingdoms, and everything will be extravagant, but… I was hoping that, after the festivities are over, you could empty out the throne room for just the two of us?”
Krateros raised an eyebrow, a look of intrigue on his face.
“I can arrange that… This is all a surprise for him, yes?”
“Yes, please keep it a secret. When everything is over, tell him to meet me in the throne room--and not to wear heavy clothing.” Castorice said the last part meekly, and she was sure Krateros had an inkling of what she was trying to do.
“That can all be arranged. Don’t worry, I will not let your planning be in vain.”
“Thank you, Sir Krateros… That means a lot to me.” Castorice smiled.
Krateros nodded once, Castorice getting up to leave.
“Have a good night,” she said.
“Good night, Your Highness.”
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Days passed, and Mydei’s birthday finally arrived.
The day was full of feasting, entertainment, and Mydei and Castorice even got a moment to dance together as per custom. Mydei had asked Castorice subtly, while they were standing near his throne, “Do you have a present for me, perhaps?”
He was teasing her, with that smirk on his face, obviously waiting for her to get flustered or something along those lines. But she smirked back, and she leaned forwards, whispering into his ear.
“Of course I do. I’ll keep you in suspense, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”
Mydei was a bit taken aback, but his interest was piqued now, and that was exactly what she wanted.
The day passed, and everyone had left to return to their homes--Castorice had disappeared somewhere near the end, excusing herself and saying she had something to attend to. Mydei didn’t question it, although he was a bit suspicious of the guards who left the throne room, given they were supposed to be standing there day in and day out.
Mydei was going to ask Krateros about this as he exited the throne room, but Krateros had found him first, further down the hall.
“Lord Mydei, perfect timing.” Krateros said cheerfully.
“Krateros? What is it?”
“I have been notified by Castorice of something of grave importance. She requests that you forgo your heavy armour and meet her in the throne room.”
Ah, so the space was cleared out because Castorice wishes to speak with me? It makes a bit more sense, but still…
“Is that so? Alright, thanks for letting me know.”
Mydei had changed his clothes very quickly, only wearing his pants, gauntlets, and some lighter shoes. Of course, he could not part with his jewelry, it was vital to his every day look. The king realized that there were not many troops placed around the throne room, and the area was also silent--what was going on? Mydei opened the door to the throne room, looking around for a moment. It was quiet, maybe too quiet.
Mydei took a seat on his crystallized, red throne, and suddenly he furrowed his eyebrows as the sound of jingling resounded in the throne room.
“Hello? Castorice?” Mydei asked.
From behind a pillar, a familiar elf-eared head poked out, Castorice smiling up at him.
She was not wearing her usual attire, and although her full figure was not visible, Mydei could make out some flowing white fabric and pearl jewelry.
“Castorice? What plan is up your sleeve this time?” Mydei asked, to which Castorice giggled, a blush spreading on her face.
“Well…”
She stepped out from behind the pillar, and now Mydei could fully see the outfit she was wearing. He could not help but allow his jaw to drop, his heartbeat accelerating.
She wore a white tiara in place of her usual black one, and her earrings and necklace were filled with pearls. Her chest was covered by a portion of silky white fabric, but it barely did anything to hide her cleavage, or the outline of her hardened nipples. Her belly was exposed, and the only thing that was protecting her lower area was a thin sheeted panty that hugged her ass, making her figure more accentuated. Cloths of white fabric draped behind her, and her feet were bare, a pearl anklet around her right ankle. Her hair was loose, flowing down in all of its glory.
Mydei had eyed her up and down, and Castorice felt herself getting nervous, but more riled up by the second.
For months, she had been having thoughts about her husband, about his sheer strength and the way she knew he would just do her so well . Months of fantasizing, touching herself without him to see, and their bodies just being foreign to one another--that would now change.
“Do you like it? Aglaea tailored it to meet my needs… This is my present to you… a little presentation, if you will.” Castorice smiled, proud at the way Mydei seemed to be in full shock.
“Cas, you… you look amazing,” he said. Castorice chuckled, moving towards the centre of the throne room so that she was straight in his line of sight.
“In Aidonia, we have a tradition that, on the birthday of a loved one, we dance and dress in our most pure, revealing attire. However, for an intimate partner, the meaning of this dress is no longer pure. Rather, it’s the sealed promise of someone who wishes for their partner to witness their love for them through dance, and for their purity to be defiled for the night. I could have done this in a quiet space, like our room, but… this throne room is the only place where you can look down on me and make me excited like this.”
Mydei’s breath hitched, and fuck , he felt himself getting hard already just from hearing about it. Castorice extended her arm outwards, Mydei’s face placed perfectly in her hand in her perspective.
“And now, my love, I shall show you how much this night means to me.”
She sucked in a breath, and then she got to work.
Her movements were fluid and light, like she was a swan on water, or a peacock brandishing its feathers. The dance steps were gentle at first, but then it became more sultry as time went by. Her hands ghosted on her wet pussy and trailed up to touch her breasts, and her fingers touched against her lips, her eyes opening to meet her husband’s.
She was about to whimper right then and there, but she had to hold back until the dance was over--Mydei’s right hand was fisted together and placed on the side of his head, and his other hand, still covered by it armor just like the other, was working on relieving the erect mass that had formed during the dance. His legs were spread wide, and something primal stirred inside her, her lower end becoming more wet by the minute.
All she could think about, even if she closed her eyes and turned away, was the image of his cock burned into her brain--and soon, if she was successful, burned into her body.
Her dance finished with her hands to her side, her breathing slightly labored and her gaze trained on Mydei.
“Is there--hah--anything that happens after this dance?” Mydei asked. His voice was low, and his eyes were hooded with desire.
Castorice gulped, and she quietly answered.
“Only that which the beholder wishes to happen.”
Mydei groaned, and with his unoccupied finger, he coaxed her closer.
“Then come here.”
Castorice could not hold back her whimper this time, following her king’s orders and walking closer. She went up the steps of the throne, lips pursed as he watched her every move. She stood in front of him, close to stepping between his spread legs. But she held back that urge, opting to listen to the man’s orders instead. Mydei placed his fingers on her chin, rubbing his steel-covered thumb over her wet bottom lip.
“Tell me--what am I allowed to do with you?”
“It is your birthday, so… whatever orders you give me, I shall follow.” Castorice said.
“On your knees then, beautiful.”
Castorice’s breath hitched as she followed his orders immediately, falling to her knees. Mydei’s hand found its place behind her head, pushing her head closer and against his hard erection.
Castorice mewled, eyes wide as she looked up at him with nothing but carnal want. Mydei stroked himself a few times, letting her watch for a moment.
Eventually, he guided it up to her lips, and Castorice could not help but kiss the flaring red tip, coaxing a groan out of the king.
“Suck.” Mydei said simply.
Both of his gauntlets were now placed behind her head, pushing her gently knot her cock and letting her mouth take it all in. Castorice moaned loudly around him, placing her hands on his things to brace herself.
Mydei’s hands scratched deliciously at her scalp as he played with her hair, and she then began to bob her head, pleasuring her lover sweetly. Mydei let out a loud groan, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as his head lolled backwards and gently hit the red crystal throne. His eyes refused to close, he had to keep his eyes on Castorice for as long as possible.
Castorice was moaning below him, enamored by his taste and scent. Mydei could not help but attempt an experimental thrust of his hips into her mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. Castorice moaned loudly, and her eyes rolled back into her head before they fluttered closed--her tongue was licking at his underside, and Mydei was losing his mind the more this went on.
“That’s it… good girl.” Mydei praised, to which she responded with a whimper.
Mydei eventually pulled her off his dick with a harsh but loving tug of her hair, her lips puffy and her tongue still sticking out as if asking for more.
“Gods, Castorice, you’re going to make me lose my mind… you’re driving me crazy.” Mydei said, to which Castorice merely laughed breathily.
“I’m sure you’ll be fried by the end of this, then.”
Castorice’s eyes trailed to the side for a moment, and Mydei followed her gaze until he found the existence of a chalice beside him.
“It’s also tradition… to cover your lover in sweet juices of many kinds, both for drinking and… of the human body.”
Mydei bit his lip, reaching out for the chalice and looking inside. It was pomegranate juice, freshly poured.
“Is that so…? Well then, we cannot deny tradition then, can we?” Mydei asked, to which Castorice smiled sweetly.
“No, we cannot.”
Mydei let out a shaky breath before he raised the glass a little--he tiled it, and the juice came out, falling onto Castorice’s expectant tongue and coating her body. The silk of her clothes were wet now, doing nothing to hide the form of her breasts underneath, and the juice mixed in with the wetness that came out from her lower end, pleasure raking through her as the sensation of pleasure churned within her--her hands could not help but grope at her breasts, and the way Mydei’s breath hitched at that did not go unnoticed by her. She was so, so close , but she had to hold on. Just a little longer.
When Mydei was done he placed the chalice back to the side, and suddenly a force swept Castorice off from the ground.
Castorice yelped as Mydei grabbed her and placed her on his spread lap, her legs straddling him warmly. His steel-covered hands held her by the ass, kneading possessively at the exposed flesh as he leaned towards her body. He licked the juice that trailed along her breasts, tummy, neck, before he finally swooped in for a heated kiss.
Castorice sighed into it, wrapping her arms around his neck as he thrust himself up to her clothed pussy. Castorice moaned desperately, grinding back on him as their tongues mixed together in the taste of pomegranate.
They parted slowly, their foreheads touching and their breath mingling together.
“Mydei, my love, I beg of you…” Castorice was begging now, shifting above him to rile him up. Mydei groaned, holding onto her ass even tighter.
“Yeah--mm--I’m getting there.” Mydei nodded. It seemed his fuel for teasing had run out for now, and they were both clouded by their desire.
“I have to prep you first.”
Mydei went to take off his gauntlets, but Castorice placed her hands on his to stop him.
“Wait, no!”
Mydei furrowed his eyebrows at her, Castorice stuttering a bit.
“I-I uh… I already prepped myself earlier. I’m loose.” Castorice said, to which Mydei raised an eyebrow.
“Really? Do you think you prepared yourself enough for my size?”
“Maybe not, but… I don’t want you to take those off. Not today, at least. And… I like a bit of pain.” Castorice admitted. Mydei could not help but smile, letting out a sigh.
“As you wish, then.”
Mydei placed her hands back on his shoulders, and he first unclasped the fabrics that were draping around her waist, and then the one that was surrounding her breasts. Her boobs spilled out and showed themselves in all their glory, a small hum slipping out of Mydei’s mouth as he grabbed onto one of them with conviction. Castorice moaned softly as the cool steel on his thumb swished over her nipple, and she could not help but arch into the touch.
His hand trailed downwards from her breast to her navel, and then to the fabric that was hiding the rest of her body from him. He pulled it aside, and he could not hold back the primal growl that ripped through his throat as he saw how wet she was, slick freely trailing down her inner thigh.
He helped her take the full thing off, and she likewise helped him take off his pants and throw his shoes off to the side. They were both bare, bodies flaming hot, and nothing could stop them from getting what they wanted.
Mydei pulled her close, guiding his tip to her folds while his free hand held her ass. She let out a high pitched moan, Mydei likewise letting out a small groan at the feeling of contact.
“Yes, yes, please… Ah!”
Castorice threw her head back as Mydei pushed in further, her eyes rolling back at the slight pain and stretch.
“Fuck, yes, ah…” Castorice swore under her breath. It took a couple minutes, but soon Castorice was fully filled with him, the man surrounded by her heat.
"You're mine, Castorice." he breathed out.
"Yes... I'm yours, my love." she responded with a nod.
Mydei let out a satisfied groan as Castorice’s head fell onto his shoulder, their chests pressed together. Mydei placed a kiss on her forehead before he started to move, Castorice’s nails digging into his shoulder blades as she moaned desperately.
Mydei fully encircled her waist with his hands, and he lost all of his reason, pounding up into her vehemently. Castorice wailed and arched her body again, her eyes wide as she stared up at the ceiling.
She was so full of him, his tip hitting right inside her and making sparks fly all throughout her body. Her breasts could not help but move with the force her fucked into her with.
Mydei, throughout all of this, was looking up at her with such admiration and reverence, slowing down sometimes to tease her and see her reaction--furrowed eyebrows, a pout, and tears that flowed gently.
She would plead, and when he was satisfied with her begging, he’d thrust back up, her eyes rolling back as she lost herself in pleasure once more. Mydei was close to his release, but today was not the day to spill inside her--perhaps when they were ready for children, he would have that discussion with her. But for now, the next best thing he could think of would do.
Mydei lifted her off his cock, turning her around and pressing her into the throne. Her back was against it, her legs held up by his strong arms as he looked down at her.
Her hole was fluttering open and closed, waiting for his cock to return into her velvety embrace. Mydei knelt down a bit, and he wasted no time before he stuck his tongue out and lapped at her wet pussy. Castorice cried out, head lolling back and mouth agape in a silent scream. Mydei showed her no mercy, licking, sucking and kissing at her folds endlessly.
He eventually took her by surprise as he stuck his tongue inside, reaching further in.
“Ah, ah! Mydei, yes, please… Ah!” Castorice could only beg now, words were her only tool to fight this man who could easily push her onto a bed or keep her steady against a wall.
Her wails became louder, and all of a sudden an orgasm ripped through her, catching both of them off guard.
Clear, wet liquid erupted from her, covering Mydei’s tongue and face and causing Castorice to roll her eyes for the umpteenth time that night. Mydei moaned against her as the liquid covered her face, using one hand to rapidly move her folds. His actions coaxed out more liquid into his awaiting mouth, until she was shaking and the orgasm died down.
“I… I’m sorry, Mydei… Woah... I’ve never done that before.” Castorice was flustered, unsure what to make of the situation. Mydei merely shook his head, kissing her on the lips gently.
“Don’t apologize… I loved it. You’re doing so well.” he praised her once more, Castorice smiling up at him.
“It’s almost like you’re worshipping me or something…”
“But that’s just what I’m doing. I have been doing it since I saw you in that dress, while you sucked me off, while I fucked you… everything about you is worthy of worship, my queen.”
Castorice blushed heavily, Mydei taking her hand to press and soft kiss against her knuckles.
“Please… allow me to give you one last moment of pleasure…”
Castorice nodded, already spreading her legs widen to invite him.
Mydei pushed her legs up and brought them to circle his neck, her hands holding onto the throne’s arm rests for support. Mydei pushed back in, and everything went back to how it was meant to be.
Their eyes did not leave each other, Castorice looking up at him with sultry eyes and an open mouth, her tongue occasionally sticking out from how good he was doing her. This position made him go deeper than before, and they could see the outline of his cock pushing against her belly with each thrust, his cock disappearing in and out of her with passion.
“I’m… mmm…” Castorice mumbled, to which Mydei hummed as a way to ask her to keep talking.
“I’m thinking… about what else you could do to me.” she said, to which Mydei growled.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Fucking me from the back and pushing me down into the bed, or maybe taking me in front of a mirror… or even inside the bath. You could take off your gloves and make me cum with just your fingers… ah!”
Mydei’s pace quickened, and Castorice was nearing her end.
“Fuck… yeah, we can do all of that, Cas. We have all the time in the world together.”
Castorice nodded quickly, letting out another groan.
“I’m gonna cum.” she cried.
“Then let it out, Cas.”
Castorice came with a wail, squirting once more on her lover’s cock, defiling the throne on which he sat daily. It was covered with her slick, a reminder that she was the only other one who belonged on that throne, by his side.
Mydei pulled out, pushing his cock up and down her folds until her orgasm finished. With a low groan he came as well, white spilling all over her tummy and a little bit in between her breasts. Both of them were panting hard, foreheads touching and pulling each other into a wet kiss.
“I love you.” Castorice said, to which Mydei chuckled happily.
“I love you. How about we get this place cleaned up and go to bed, hm?”
Castroice giggled as Mydei picked her up bridal style, holding her close to his beating heart.
“That sounds lovely.”
(And when Castorice woke up the next morning with an aching back, she could only sigh happily as Mydei looked at her with a smirk, proud of his work.)