32 Chapter 33: Kysael- Peaceful Days Come and Go (1/2)

Chapter 33: Kysael- Peaceful Days Come and Go

It was only a few weeks later that Coal asked for my hand, and it surprised both Dragon and myself. Coal had even seemed shocked himself, and stuttered out apologies.

It had been completely unintentional, but.... When I thought about it, I knew that I'd already began to have deeper feelings for him, and that I had grown to care about him. Dragon was not upset, rather very happy at the news.

We would always love one another in a particularly special way, but I decided that he had been put through enough because of me.

We both deserved a fresh beginning.

And even as I accepted Coal's proposal, he proposed to Arthenia as well, and she accepted.

*

November, 1103 A.D.

Time had continued to drag by, and thankfully, the vomiting had not lasted forever.

One night, Dragon was with me, running his hand along my finally showing belly.

Coal lay beside of me, his head leaning against mine.

We all knew the agreement. If the child belonged to Dragon, we would share the responsibility.

Coal was good to me. It had surprised everyone, when we had been spotted walking around, holding hands as Dragon followed us, telling us the happenings in the city, completing his duties.

And it was such a relief, that my relationship with Coal did not hurt Dragon.

In fact, he was.... overjoyed for me.

It seemed that he approved of this relationship, because it was new.

I had not been damaged for years by Coal.

Coal was powerful, and held high standing in the supernatural world that we lived in. He could protect me. He was strong, and powerful.

He was the Lord of the Ice Wyverns, afterall.

Coal was good to me, and good for me, so Dragon was thrilled. My relationship with Kelose always made him sad because of all the hurt that we had put one another through, but it was not that way with Coal.

Coal had surprised me, and shortly after his proposal, had brought me a gown made out of shimmering jewels, the gown being an elf tradition that I knew that wyverns didn't follow, but he made the exception for me. It was a beautiful dress, with a low collar that fell around the shoulders, connecting to long, tight fitting sleeves. The bodice of the gown was flowy around my mid-section and flowed and drug the floor in a beautiful train. Millions of onyx and diamond stones were sewn to the gown, and it shined elegantly in the light. It was certainly the most lavish of the gowns that I had gotten.

Dragon had been happy for me, and this made the third betrothal gown that I had received.

Coal and I had not done anything more than kiss a couple of times, yet.

I thought on our first kiss, now. It had been one evening, out in the courtyard. We had been sitting on a bench, watching the sunset. He told me what it was like, to see the sunset from his eyes as he flew in the sky. He pushed his wings out of his body, webbed and scaled, and he lifted me in his arms and flew us up into the sky. And as the moon was coming up on one side of the sky just as the sun was going down on the other side, Coal spoke.

”Kysael...” His hold tightened a bit as he squeezed me. ”Look at me?”

I met his eyes, and his expression was a bit hesitant.

”What is it, Coal?”

He smiled at me, and slowly.... ever so slowly, he brought his face down to my own, his cool lips meeting my own. I took in a deep breath through my nose, and our eyes drifted closed just as our lips drifted open, our tongues melding with one another in our mouths. This was our first real kiss.

This was what a first kiss was made of.

He pulled away, and rested his forehead against mine as my arms were wrapped around his shoulders.

”That was... ” He looked up, into my eyes.

”It was your first real kiss...?”

He nodded. ”It was.”

”Have you ever...?”

He smiled. ”Once. And it was in my Wyvern form, with another Wyvern. Shortly after I met you, actually. I was trying to get my feelings out of my system, because I didn't think that I would ever have a chance with you. I knew how you felt for Dragon, and the mating mark with Mafrien... I couldn't see a future where I would have this opportunity. And it wasn't with someone whom I had feelings with.”

I nodded. ”I see.” I smiled. ”I think you will enjoy our wedding night, then.”

I was determined to do this relationship correctly, in any case.

Dragon and Arthenia married shortly after that, and she wasn't quite aware of the situation that we were currently in, but Dragon was waiting to see who the baby would belong to.

It had been a long night, and Dragon was taking time to talk to my belly as he held his arm up to my mouth for me to feed, and talking to the baby, telling the baby stories of its wild mother, who had grown up unlike any other girl in the world, who was the first non-wyvern to marry a wyvern.

I ran my hands through Coal's long, silky white hair, my other hand holding Dragon's arm up to my lips.

Finally, something stopped me and I released him.

I laughed. ”The baby kicked!” I smiled. ”The baby is very active tonight. Usually, all I feel are movements and flutters, but that was a strong kick. The baby is going to be strong; I can feel it.”

Dragon looked up at me a smiled. ”I am so happy for you.”

I laughed. ”Yes. It is time for a new life, and a new beginning.”

”Absolutely.” He looked to Coal. ”You are good for her,” he told him. ”I don't believe that anyone foresaw this turn of events,” he laughed.

Coal chuckled, his deep timbre resonating in my body, and the baby kicked all the harder.

I smiled, leaning into Coal, and as I fell asleep, I heard Coal whispering into my ear how odd it was, this feeling of love. How he was happier than he had ever been in all of the centuries he'd been living.

*

We married days later, and it was much more private and intimate than my first two weddings had been. It was only our family and our closest friends, rather than a whole room full of people. Though, it was that way not only to be more intimate, but also because the majority of the world was very unapproving of our romance. A true Skyelf wouldn't be caught dead with a Wyvern...unless they were a Darkness worshipping, traitorous harlot, anyway.

The people kept their opinions to themselves, though. Not only was I the Queen, but I was not a full blooded Sahyeen, a Skyelf. Their words and values had little sway over my personal life choices.

And after the reception party was over, he moved into the royal suite at the end of the hall with me.

He stood there, still donned in his wedding attire of a dark black tunic and gray pants, stuffed into black boots, his white hair had been cut for the occasion. It was short on the sides and the back, but a little longer on the top, swept and spiked over to one side. He looked quite handsome. But I knew his hair would grow back out in no time.

He kneeled before my pregnant body. ”Feed, bride. I desire to please you.”

I smiled sweetly at him, and I sunk my teeth into his cold flesh, and let his cool blood flow into me, calming and soothing me. Tingles ran down my body, and the action had him moaning.

I gradually kissed my way down his arm, and he stood to take me in his strong arms, kissing me and nipping my lips.

It was strange. It wasn't kissing that I had grown accustomed to, and his touches and claws grazing me was unlike anything that I had experienced.

I felt his sharp teeth graze me often, and I wondered if this was what it was like for others to be in my bed, with my sharp and lethal teeth.

He pulled me softly to be flush against him, and I felt his hands roam over my rear, pulling me into him as his mouth moved to my shoulder, sucking there before he pulled me to turn, unzipping the gown and helping me to step out of it before tossing it away.

I stood bare to his hungry and powerful eyes, and he stripped himself, never taking his eyes off of me.

Once we were both bare, I took a moment to appreciate his body. He was just as bulky and muscular that Mafrien had been if not more so, and his body was marred with scars in varying shapes and sizes. The skin was beautiful, pale like mine rather than the dark, tanned skin that I was so accustomed to or the gray skin that I'd been forced to endure.

His clawed hands pulled me gently to press into him, and even with my pregnancy keeping me from being completely attached to him, his erectness pressed into me and we laughed lightly.

But something held me back.

The last time I'd been with someone so.... well endowed, I'd been seriously injured, tortured.... Not to say that Dragon or Kelose were small, by any means. But this… This was much more than I had anticipated, and it frightened me.

Flashes of Mafrien in his Darkelf form flashed through my mind, and I shuddered away from him.

”Kysael,” he said, concern in his eyes and his voice. He came to cup my cheek, pulling me to look at him. ”What is it, my love?”

”I....well....” I glanced down at his genitals. ”You...” I sighed. ”Mafrien....hurt me.”

His eyes widened a bit. ”You're afraid that I'll hurt you,” he said softly. His voice was full of understanding and compassion, with maybe a tinge of pain.

I nodded. ”Not on purpose, of course.... but I mean...I'm so small,” I whispered.

He laughed good naturedly. ”Do not fear,” he said softly. ”There are ways to be sure that you are not damaged, love.”

He led me to the bed, and his preparing me for him was done in a fervent and more than adequate fashion than I had ever experienced before his body took claim over mine.

I gasped into his mouth, gripping his white hair, cupping his pointed ears, squeaking out his name in restrained pleasure.

He brought his clawed hand up to slice his shoulder, and I opened my mouth, letting his blood drip into my mouth as he made love to me.

He had been right. While it was excruciatingly tight, it wasn't actually painful. His tongue was on my chest, sucking and nipping as he pulled out and pushed into my body. I gasped, airy and light noises escaping my lips.

He kissed me, tasting my blood on his tongue as it slid around my own.

I finally clenched, squeezing and thrashing against him.

After we had finally finished sometime later, he cradled my body against his, and I let myself snuggle into his side, and I felt his lips in my hair as I fell into a blissful sleep that I hadn't had in quite some time.

I was thankful that I didn't feel any pain in my blood from Dragon. No.