Demon's Height

Kingdom of Fawn Melina trembled furiously as she walked up to her soon-to-be King. He was dangerously handsome yet rugged but his aura held a different story. She heard horrible stories of this ruthless man which frightened her terribly and made her hesitate. He was the King of Fawn, eyes as and hair as black as night. His appearance gave him his name, while his demeanor gave him the other half. He looked her way and she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. She flinched from the intense look on his face but continued walking up the steps up to the altar where he stood. As if he noticed her feelings his face hardened even more as if a wall was built. His white gloved hand grabbed hers and placed it on the red velvet cushion where the Pretea, held up his staff praying for the gods to join this couple into a very royal life. To finalize this vow and sacrifice, it would be a vow of exchange of hearts, soul, and trust. A tradition of her people to clamp onto your partner's neck until you break skin or leave a very distinct mark after they had spent hours sharpening their canines. She felt like crying. Not only did she become his, she'd have to give her will to him, closing her eyes she steadied herself when he closed in on her neck to sink his teeth on her flesh. He had his mouth between her collarbone and chin where her neck was. *** The moment he touched her, chills ran all over her, she was disgusted. She believed in love, and she certainly did not love this man, the one she loved was out of this Province and in her own. She dug her nails into her palm. I don’t want this. She thought. But she didn't have a choice, it was for the good of her land and his to unite without waging a war. Liorn’s breath caught in his throat and he tasted metallic. He'd seen this woman and she certainly captivated him; he wasn't supposed to love the enemy yet he did. Being the King and ruler in his Kingdom he thought to maybe make her his through force. But by the look in her eyes and the way she was so timid, he knew it. She was afraid of him just like how everyone around him was. Why was it everyone feared him? He thought. When he looked at her, he couldn't breathe. What was it that held him in place, was it the Auburn gloss that bounced off her hair, her brown eyes or her small petite body? He wanted to make love to her, to have someone treat him like he's human, not an animal. When he put his mouth on her flesh, it drove him quite mad. He wanted to take her, to claim her so hard as his own. He had everything he could have possibly needed but he didn't have someone who would completely understand him. He had felt her tense completely and when he closed his eyes, it made him angry to know that he was forcing her to be his Queen. But he couldn't fight the feeling that he wanted her so badly. Liorn had bit into her flesh harder without realizing it until she gave a gasp of pain. He knew his darkside would have darkened his eyes and mind but when he felt and briefly tasted her blood in his mouth, he pushed himself away. He put his fingers onto her neck so that he could let the small droplets plop into the silver goblet. It was her turn. He watched as she hesitated, fear burning brightly in her brown eyes. Her lips parted. He pulled his collar to the side and his dark mind was ecstatic at the idea of her touching him. Melinia had hesitated and she was aware that he knew that she didn't want to bite him, break his skin or continue with this gods forsaken marriage. She looked up at him and seen the tic work in his jaw. Swallowing, she placed her mouth on his neck. Letting a single tear slide down her cheek, she worked on his neck and bit him. Pulling away fast she wanted to throw up. The Pretea mixed their blood in the goblet and then held it up towards the ceiling of the chapel announcing to the Gods and visitors of their new King and Queen of Fawn. *** Liorn carried his wife up the stairs into his bedchamber and they had not spoken a word to each other since the ceremony. He put her down on the large bed that he was used to sharing alone. Inside his room it was dark and chilly and he moved to start a fire to warm up the chamber. He turned to remove the markings and jewelry on his head in front of the expensive vanity. He was nervous. In his native tradition, the man after he'd carry his woman up into the room and they would climb into bed together and remove each other's clothing. On the night of the marriage they were to join each other and become one until the dawn of a new day in hopes to bring heirs into the world. He sighed heavily and got ready when he was all but, in his breeches, and blouse. He was incredibly happy to anyone’s dismay, to by all means leave the name Black-Heart behind. He hoped this woman, who captivated him like a new child to the world, would let him feel like a normal man and not a battle demon, neither ruthless now heartless. *** Melinia was afraid. She never knew the feeling of a joining, and though the maids throughout her own lands had advised her of it, both good and bad, the thought of having something impale her utterly terrified her. The demon's nurse taught her oh so well on what to do for the marriage night and she had explained very thoroughly to her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she awaited him to come to her arrival so that she can let the wars end. Melinia was too afraid to watch him undress, and being eighteen, she was the youngest of two older sisters and a brother. They were far more beautiful and promising then her shapeless body and still developing face. She wasn't desire-able by any means compared to those in her land and most likely his. Her heart beat doubled as she seen him looking at her from through his vanity mirror and she noticed that the air around them had softened and his swagger had changed but he still walked as if he was ready to battle. Melinia felt a shiver climb up her spine. Liorn stalked towards her and she moved to stand as they both stood face to face. She didn't crane her head to look up at him at all. She wondered if he was going to claim her aggressively like what he is known for, or will he be thoughtful and gentle like a man from a fairytale? She felt his warm breath on her and too afraid to look up she closed her eyes. Liorn took in the sight of his new Queen. Beautiful and mine. He thought reveling in the fact that he would not be sharing her ever. Grabbing a piece of her hair he took a whiff of her soft locks, taking in the scent that will forever burn into his brain. Not once has he softened his cool demeanor to anyone besides his nurse. The only person who understood him deep to his core and he looked to her. Melinia smelled of woman, soft, fragile, and his. He kissed her forehead and reached for her long sleeve sash that was worn over her gown. Yet again her body tensed. He ignored it and just removed her sash that covered her to him and protected her from the cold. Her gown was beautiful and he was told that it was the same gown his mother wore when his parents had married. Her curly hair was left down and small flowers were placed in her hair somehow interwoven with some braids. It tickled his ear as he held her close to loosen the intricate lace knots on the back of her gown. Once they were loose, he pulled back. He watched Melinia as he looked down at his now bare torso and he knew his body was marred with imperfections yet built. Years of consistent training with the Quartermaster had him in shape. He knew she would find his scars unlively. The only nude bodies she had seen of men were the Army force while they practiced in the War Quarters. His...they were inviting and she was surprised to find them pleasing to look upon. Melinina had to think again as that idea popped into her head. She shouldn't want him nor did she love this stranger. His cold tanned stubby fingers brushed across her exposed neck and he felt goosebumps run over her body, her breathing quickened and the mark left by him. It made him happy to know she'd react to his touch. He Leaned in to nuzzled his face into her shoulder, her sweet soft skin, letting her scent drown him in ecstasy. Liorn reached over her back again and unlaced the final parts of her gown, it's fabric was like silk and slid off her body in perfection. Seductively. She gasped a quiet breath and he took a step back to look at the perfection in front of his eyes. Her body glowed in the dark room as the moon practically lit up her pale skin. She held her hands close as if trying to cover herself from his view. He looked from her to the bed, that is where he would take his wife, her first.