Love & War

Illiana

I do not quite understand what just happened. Was that a wedding? Was that it?

Elliot tightens his hold on my hand and grins down at me. His smile lights up his whole face. My heart flutters in my chest. Surprisingly, he looks genuinely happy.

“Was this the wedding? Is this legal?” I ask quietly. He smiles down at me.

“Yes. It is legal in the eyes of my gods and my kingdom. Your kingdom will have to honor it. We have been bound by blood,” he explains.

“Well me Elly Welly, all the two of you have left to do is consummate the marriage,” Syrafin laughs. “Oh, that reminds me! I need to give the two of you a symbol of the vow you made!”

A wedding ring? Is that what she is talking about? Nothing about this has been normal. Honestly, I would not be surprised if it were something like a wedding weapon of some sort. This is not at all like home.

I frown. Syrafin turns to face the tree behind her. I look up at Elliot and raise an eyebrow. Elliot shrugs and looks back to Syrafin. He seems to be just as lost as I am. I raise an eyebrow. It almost looks like she is crafting something. After a few long minutes, she turns around to face Elliot.

“C’mere Elly Welly.” Syrafin gestures for Elliot to go to her.

Elliot complies and stops about a foot in front of her. “Kneel, Prince Elliot Cottonwood of the Elven Kingdom.”

Elliot kneels before her. Syrafin then gestures for me to do the same beside him. I nod and approach her.

“Kneel, Princess Illiana Glennwood of the Kingdom of the Fae.” I do as I am told.

Syrafin turns for a moment before facing Elliot again. In her hands is a silver and bronze woven crown. It almost looks like a thick braided vine with a slightly downward pointed arch in the front center. She holds the crown just over Elliot’s head.

“With this crown, and by the laws decreed in both kingdoms in the party, I pronounce you King Elliot Cottonwood of both the Elven people and the Fae.”

She places the crown upon Elliot’s head. Syrafin turns to the tree once more before facing me. She has a crown nearly identical to Elliot’s in her hand. The only two differences are the one in her hands now is more slender than the other and the center is pointed downward a bit more. Syrafin holds the crown above my head as she did with Elliot’s.

“With this crown, and by the laws decreed in both kingdoms in the party, I pronounce you Queen Illiana Cottonwood of both the Elven people and the Fae.” Syrafin places the crown on my head. “Now, stand and behold your kingdoms.” I look over at Elliot who looks to be deep in thought for a moment.

“I never thought I’d see the day a fae and an elf were bound!” Syrafin laughs.

I look away from Elliot and Syrafin to the blue orbs. Just behind the makeshift aisle stands a burly man. He does not look to be an elf but I could be wrong. He is tall with orange-red hair braided down his back. His short beard has a very prominent white streak just off-center. He is wearing leather armor with a stag insignia on the breastplate.

The Elven insignia is a leaf, not a stag. Who is that?

Elliot clears his throat beside me. I snap my gaze over to him.

“Yes?”

“It’s time to go back now, my wife. If you’ll allow.” He holds his hand out for me to take.

I place my hand in his. My staccato heartbeat is keeping time with each step I take as we walk back to camp.

I am married. Nanny would have a fit. Oh! Nanny! I have to find a way to get her here with me. I will have to ask Elliot about-

“Illiana,” Elliot says.

When did we stop walking?

I look up at him. He raises an eyebrow.

“Yes?” I blink at him.

“I asked if you were ready to enter the tent,” he says letting go of my hand.

“Oh. Yes, I am.” He holds the tent door open for me.

I walk into the tent and to the far end across from the entrance. Elliot closes the fabric behind him and turns to me. The shadows from the small fire dance across his broad chest. He takes a step toward me and unbuttons his shirt. Another step and the shirt is gone. Tossed somewhere out of my sight. Not that I can peel my eyes off of my husband anyway. I can feel my face burning bright red. Elliot stands in front of me.

“May I undress you?” He asks looking into my eyes. I nod, my speech failing me.

Is this happening right now? Oh my God!

Elliot unclasps the cloak I am wearing and it falls to the floor around me with a dull thud. He never breaks eye contact. He smirks making my face burn hotter.

“I want to touch you. May I?” His voice is almost a low growl.

“Y-yes,” I breathe.

He places his hands gently on my waist. He trails his warm hands slowly up my stomach and to my breasts. My breath hitches as he fondles my breasts. An odd sensation builds in my lower stomach. Elliot lowers his mouth close to mine. Almost touching my lips, but stopping just short of them. For some strange reason, I am craving it. I need his lips on mine. His breath is hot against my lips.

“May I kiss you, beautiful girl?” He asks. I need him. His touch. Now.

“Yes,” I nearly moan.

Elliot slides his hands to my lower back and down to my butt. He leans in and his lips crash down on mine at last.

I think my legs are going to give out! So this is what kissing is like.

Elliot unclasps my dress straps causing them to fall onto the cloak at my feet. He stands back for a moment and looks at me. Really looks at me. I have never felt as self-conscious before as I do at this moment. He slowly unfastens my corset and takes it off of me. He moves his hands to my breasts again before slowly moving them down my stomach. Goosebumps trail behind his hand. He stops at the top of my panties and looks at me.

“May I?” He breathes into my ear.

“God yes.” The sensation building in my stomach is almost unbearable.

He smirks and slides his fingers between my folds. I wrap an arm around his neck as he moves his finger back and forth against my clit. The sensation in my stomach winds to a tight ball. Elliot continues working his fingers against my clit and kisses the side of my neck. I bite my lip to stifle a moan. Elliot smiles as he kisses my jaw.

“Cum for me, my wife.” He licks my earlobe.

I feel myself shake as the tight ball in my stomach releases and pleasure slowly spreads through my body.

“Ell...Elliot,” I whisper.

I hear a ripping sound and then my underwear goes flying across the tent. Elliot gently lays me on his sleeping bag and looks down at me. Naked and vulnerable. He undoes his belt buckle, slowly slides it off, and kicks off his pants. His erection is nearly bulging out of his underwear. I bite my lip and feel my body getting warm. The wetness between my legs grows more noticeable. Elliot’s boxers fall to the floor and he stands there for a moment in all of his glory.

Oh my God!

He drops to his knees and spreads my legs. He kisses, sucks, and nibbles from my knee along my inner thigh up to my folds. The delicious sensation in my stomach builds again. He slides his hand up my stomach and to my breast. He teases my nipple as his hot tongue slowly circles my clit. A moan escapes my lips. He rakes his calloused fingers down my thigh to my knee. He pauses for a moment before slowly touching my entrance.

“You’re soaking, wife. May I have you? All of you?” He looks up from between my legs.

“Please,” I breathe, my face tinged red.

Elliot kisses up my stomach and to my breasts. He flicks his hot tongue against my right nipple before slowly trailing gentle kisses up my collar bone and to my neck. His erection pokes at my entrance. My body aches for him. He looks down at me. Almost like he is asking permission, no, for consent again.

“Please, Elliot. I want you to make love to me,” I whisper.

He smiles down at me as he eases himself in. There is a tinge of pain for a brief moment. Elliot stops and looks down at me.

“Let me know when you’re ready, beautiful girl,” he kisses my bottom lip. I part my lips and wrap my arms around him.

“I am okay. Please do not stop,” I breathe into his ear.

He groans as he somehow delves deeper into me. He slowly eases back out before thrusting into me again. A wave of pleasure crashes over me as his thrusts begin to get harder and faster. The feeling is indescribable. My body shudders and my clit pulses. My face is burning red hot. Elliot thrusts into me one last time with a grunt before he reaches his climax. He stays inside of me for a moment, staring intently down at my face. He smiles before he slides out of me and sits up. He stares at my naked body for a moment. A concerned look crosses his face.

“You didn’t tell me this was your first time. You’re bleeding!” He says as he tears a piece of fabric from something I can not see.

“I saved myself for my husband,” I look over to the side as he wipes the side of my leg clean.

When he finishes he throws the rag to the side. It almost looks like it’s the same shade of purple as my gown.

“Illiana, look at me,” he says, his tone is firm.

I look up at him. I am completely sure my face is still three different shades of red.

“Yes?” I whisper.

“Did I hurt you?” He presses his lips together.

“No.” He runs his fingers through his hair.

“Are you lying to me?” He grits his teeth.

“No. It hurt for a second then I felt nothing but pleasure.” Heat rushes to my face again. “I promise.”

Elliot frowns and lays down beside me. I press my legs together. I do not dare to move. Suddenly my body feels heavy and I struggle to keep my eyes open. Elliot rolls to his side facing me. He smiles at me and moves a loose strand of hair out of my face. My eyes grow heavy and Elliot kisses my forehead.

Cold. It is really cold. I go to sit up but something over my waist is weighing me down. I open my eyes and look down. An arm is draped over me.

What the hell? Oh. Right. I consummated my marriage last night.

My face heats red as memories from last night play through my mind. The fire is reduced to crackling embers beside me. That explains the cold. I can see slivers of daylight peeking through the bottom of the tent.

“Are you awake, Elliot?” I whisper loudly.

I am answered by his face resting against my back. He pulls me closer to him. I feel something hard poking against my thigh. I reach down to move whatever it was. My hand wraps around it and Elliot moans.

“If you wanted to have sex, dear wife, you could have said so.” Elliot kisses the back of my neck.

Oh my God, my hand is on his-

Elliot is hard in my hand. He gently moves his hand from my waist to my breast. He cups my breast and holds my nipple between his index finger and thumb. My breath hitches in my throat. I ache for his touch again.

“Your body is perfect,” he breathes into my ear. “May I take you again?”

“Yes,” I breathe out. I move my hand to the ground beside me. Elliot pulls my hips gently to him, positioning himself at my entrance.

“May I?” He kisses my shoulder blade. The ache in my lower stomach is almost unbearable.

“Please,” I moan out.

He slides inside of me and waits for a moment before slowly sliding out. Pleasure shoots through my body. He kisses my shoulder and thrusts into me again. I moan his name which seems to make him thrust harder into me. His thrusts get harder and deeper as he reaches his climax. He thrusts into me one more time with a low grunt before I feel him tense up behind me and relax again. He slowly slides out of me and holds me against him. Something wet runs down my thigh.

“Good morning, Illiana,” he kisses the back of my head. My face is burning red again.

“Good morning,” I answer in a whisper.

I’m not going to look at him. Nope. Not going to do it.

“What’s wrong, my wife?”

“N-nothing is wrong.”

Except for everything in the last twenty-four hours, but if it is wrong why do I feel like I can finally breathe?