Hail the Dragon Enchantress

Chapter 9: Consummation & Wedding Bells

~Queen Regina’s P. O. V.~

-The night before the wedding-

Tomorrow, Clint and I will say our vows in the castle’s ballroom. We were finalizing the preparations together and making small changes where we deemed them necessary. King Cyril and Queen Imelda were going to have Clint stay at our finest inn tonight. I even overheard his brother gathering some mead and ale for a man’s last night being alone. I thought it was adorable. Prince Klaus wasn’t all that bad. He did apologize to me and even sat down with me to sort out his feelings. Poor man. He didn’t want the kingdom of Einhelm, he just wanted to find a beautiful woman like me. His jealousy came out when we talked about the marriage contract that day. Telling me that he meant no disrespect. I assured him that he would find the perfect woman to share his life. He then commented on how his anger and jealousy are the worst parts of him that he wishes he could physically throw away. I had to tell him that everyone was flawed. Including myself. At first, he didn’t believe me. I told him of my flaws. That I was a terrible cook. My gardening skills are poor at best. And that I would sometimes leave the palace grounds for some nightly fun. He asked what that was. I said that I would go to the brothels and watch others. Not that I would participate. His eyes grew bigger and he let out a laugh.

“Your secret is safe with me, my queen.” He bowed to me in his chair.

I waved my hand. “None of that, Klaus. You are to be my brother by marriage. Please drop the formalities?”

“If you insist. I think it’s time I took my brother for his last day being a solitary man celebration.” He got up and stretched. “In all seriousness, Regina. I am happy for you and Clint. I hope that a nephew or niece is in the works. I want to spoil him or her rotten.” He laughed with me.

We parted ways after that and I waited for my betrothed. Going to my room and putting on something a little more revealing. I wanted to make love to my beloved before he left me for the night. I opened the door and saw no one in the corridor. I hastened my steps to his room and closed the door. I was only in a loose corset and a see-through long skirt. I got up onto his bed and leaned against his pillows with my feet curled in. I waited there until he came in.

The door opened. “Alright, alright, Klaus. I will meet you there.” He laughed a little before closing the door. When he turned around, his body became rigid. His eyes fell on my bosom. I heard him give an audible gulp. “M-My queen.” I crawled to the edge of his bed. Squeezing my bosom together. “Your king is very enticed.” I un-laced my corset, letting it fall to the floor. He quickly came up to me and planted his lips against mine. I moaned into his lips. His hands traveled to my sides and stomach. I pulled my skirt off, letting him know that I was ready for him. We never broke the kiss as he undressed himself. I looked at this man before me and I was not disappointed. His chest was hard and very prominent. And his endowment, that was the real excitement. He lifted me into his arms and gently laid me on his bed.

He broke the kiss, “My gods, woman. You are gorgeous.” He whispered. He kissed me under my jaw, then on my neck. His arms held me there. When his lips and tongue found my n*****s, I was beginning to rub against him. Moaning his name. He slowed his advances for a moment. “Are you absolutely sure, Regina?”

I smiled and nodded. “I am. I am all yours, Clint. I want all of you.” He smiled down at me and kissed me softly.

Unhanding me, his hands were used to spread my legs. “If it hurts too much, tell me and we will stop. All right?” I nodded to him again. He had me look into his eyes. “Keep your eyes on me, love. Concentrate on me.” I felt the tip of his member against my flower. I was starting to get scared. “It’s alright. Breathe. Relax.” He started to push it inside me. I cried out a little because of how big he was. “It’s alright to cry.” He cooed in my ear. Slowly, he kept entering me. Tears formed in my eyes. He whipped them away and kissed my cheek. “You’re doing well, love.” He and I remained there for a few moments. Letting my body acclimate to his size.

When the pain subsided, I let him know he could continue. “Is it always that painful?” He kissed the side of my neck.

“Not always. Just to those who are inexperienced.” He answered. “It will turn to pleasure soon.”

“I’m ready.” He softly kissed my head and slowly began to make love to me. I cried out a few times. The pain returned, yet it became duller with each motion. Eventually, I was moaning out of pleasure and want. “Please, Clint. Don’t hold back on me.” He nibbled and kissed my neck. Quickening his pace with me.

It took a while, but he and I were moaning with pleasure and the bed was hitting the walls. Is this the pleasure that other women feel? I loved it. I loved him. He is the only man to enter me. My bosom flopped around. Our bodies were making so many sounds. His member made me wet myself. I felt a tightness in my lower stomach. Clint was grunting. I was going to release on him.

“I feel it.” He told me. A few moments later, I felt him and I enter ecstasy together. His release felt long. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that he just impregnated me. When he pulled out, I felt his fluids leaking from me. His member was covered in my own release and a small amount of red. We laid there on the bed together. Panting for breath. “That was splendid, my queen.”

I rolled over onto him and kissed his cheek. “You were also splendid.” I looked out of the window and giggled. “You had better get ready for your last night celebration. I am sure Klaus is wondering where you are.”

He laughed a little with me and kissed me one last time. “I will be staying at the inn tonight. ‘Tis bad luck for the groom to see the bride.” He got up and got re-clothed. I gave him an embrace from behind.

“I’ll miss you, Clint.” I let go of him and kissed his cheek. “Good night, my king.”

He held my hand and brought it to his lips. “Good night, my queen.”

With that, he left the room and went to our most luxurious inn. I got on the items I came with and headed back to my room. Getting properly dressed for the night. I laid down and smiled up at my roof. We consummated before our wedding. No one but I and Clint will know this. The many days I spent with him, I noticed that he did not drink a lot. Maybe a glass of wine here and there, but never overindulges. I loved that about him. I closed my eyes. Letting the events of tonight lull me into a deep sleep.

I woke up to an empty bed, the sun shining, hearing the birds sing. I smiled at myself knowing that today was my wedding day. The bells all around town were ringing. The dragons roared and danced in the skies. I could hear other royalty talking outside with my subjects. They were our allies. Good men and women who earned my allegiance with them. I rolled over onto my back and squealed like a little girl. I am excited. Today is the day that Clint and I share our stories together.

“Your highness?” A muffled woman’s voice called out.

I got up and opened the door. It was not only my seamstresses, but also my mother, Queen Imelda and our head seamstress. They quickly pulled me into the washroom. All of them cleansed my body, my hair and my mind. When I was finished, they had me sit down at my vanity and begin working on my hair and face. The pulling and brushing was actually quite painful. My mother crushed some red roses and oil together for my lips. She repeated the step with pink roses and oil for my eyes. Using coal in a thinner brush, they made my eyes and lips stand out elegantly. After that, I was pulled to the center of my room. “Now for the dress.” Queen Imelda rolled in a beautiful light blue dress. The sleeves cut off at the elbow, but had see through arm capes. The bodice held gold trimming on the sides with a golden vine pattern in the middle. The skirt was grand and took up the area. On the back of the bodice was a long cape that matched the dress's colors. The train was very long. I couldn’t wait to wear it.

After several minutes of putting on the dress, I was handed a bouquet of daffodils with bluebells mixed in them. It was very beautiful. I turned around and gasped at my own reflection. My hair was up in an elegant half-bun. The rest of my hair was braided and slowing down the right side of my neck. My diadem made it all come together. I was getting married. Oh, gods. I was getting married! I looked at my mother and Queen Imelda. They both had tears forming in their eyes.

“You look beautiful, daughter.” My mother came to me and held me.

Imelda whipped her tears. “Come. We mustn’t keep the kingdom waiting.” I nodded and waited for my father to arrive. The moment he saw me, he had trouble keeping his posture. He held out his arm for me. Of course, I took it. We walked down these hallowed halls and approached the ballroom doors.

They swung open. The music started. The red carpet seemed longer. I heard my father sniffling back his tears. At the very end, it was my betrothed. And he looked handsome. He was in white robes with purple accents. His long hair was down and his crown of gold made the ensemble complete. My father and I reached him. He held out his hand for me. Gently taking it, he led me up to the priest. I couldn’t wait to marry this man.