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My drenched walls contorted, and his cock vibrated, and we burst into noise. My cry shattered into a wail, and his growl tore into a bellow, heat swarming my blood and the nexus of my body unspooling. I soaked him, the flanks of my pussy clenching around his cock, taking every drop of his cum.
Poet’s muscles contracted with every spasm. As he came on a holler, the jester hauled me against him, my frame pinned to his, our bodies riding out the sensations.
Falling into the blankets, his heart rammed into mine, and my shaky breaths rushed against his lips. A husky, satisfied noise resounded from the jester’s throat. Grinning, he swept his sexy mouth across my own and snatched another kiss.
Happiness like nothing I’d ever known pulled my lips into a smile. I curled into Poet as he twisted onto his back and tucked me against him, his hold firm as though he’d never let me go. And by Seasons, I was counting on that.
My cheek rested on his chest, with my red hair tousled and my leg slung over his thighs, the thorn quill flashing from the bronze garter. I strummed my fingers over his abs, content to stay here forever.
Poet took my hand, our scarlet ribbons brushing. Quietly, he unknotted his bracelet and tied it around my wrist. With my heart in my throat, I did the same, removing my own ribbon and affixing it to him.
The gesture said everything. In this place, where we’d married and claimed each other, our bracelets were the only tokens we needed to exchange.
We would tell everyone who mattered the most tomorrow, beginning with Nicu and Mother. Eventually, the announcement would extend to the people. We’d share our union once the timing was right and we could perform a ceremony.
Until then, this night belonged only to us.
“Sneaky princess,” he teased, gathering me tighter against him. “Making me a Royal when I least expected it.”
I chuckled into his torso and tossed him a sheepish look. “You could have turned me down.”
“I’ll never do that.”
“Then I suppose you’re mine from now on.”
“Oh, but you’re wrong.” I yelped as the jester hoisted me atop his chest, my legs splayed on either side of his narrow hips. Speaking against my mouth, he whispered, “I was yours a long time ago, from the moment I set that ribbon on your pillow and fantasized about tying you up with it.”
“Well, we might have time for that,” I teased. “The sun isn’t up yet.”
“Never tempt a jester.”
“Pity for me, because I plan on doing it often.”
“Splendid,” Poet said with a trickster smirk, then positioned me astride his cock. “Because we’re nowhere near finished.”
Before we threw ourselves at each other again, I peeked at the fire, then at him. “A tale for campfires.”
That was also the reason I’d fashioned this makeshift camp in the library. Because we were made of countless stories, starting with the one Poet had recited to me long ago, narrating a passionate tale about how we met. From being enemies to becoming lovers, additional tales had arisen, with many more to come.
We had earned that now. A future together.
Uphill battles still lay ahead. Threats existed in the form of Winter. And our allies would need our help, as well as the people we fought to liberate.
Yet we’d prevailed thus far and found our home. Whatever came next, we would conquer it. And through it all, this man would always be more than my king. First and foremost, he was my jester.
My Fenien. My Poet.
Poet rubbed his nose over mine. “That is all.”
“That is everything,” I finished, crushing my mouth against his.
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Poet
When I said we were nowhere near finished with each other, was I exaggerating? Fuck nay. And perish the thought.
After making a vow and exchanging those ribbons, I took her for hours in that library, and she claimed me back, each of us making the other arch and shatter to the bone. Indeed, the princess and her jester shouted so emphatically, the pleasured sounds had likely seeped into the walls.
