The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 455: Is it true that first night feels different?

Chapter 455: Is it true that first night feels different?

"Hey...are you alright?" I peeked inside the living room, where my previously drunk friends were. After a little nap, Angwi made them some coffee to sober up some more.

D’Ara left while I was crying some more, and after helping me put the portrait inside a frame, Natha went to Lord Castle to check on the preparation for tomorrow’s event; the parade during the day and the banquet in the evening.

Well, when your new husband was a Lord, he still needed to check on things even during the day. Especially with all the guests that would be coming tomorrow. I almost forgot about it since I had been confined in the Lair for the past two weeks, but...this was basically an inter-realm event.

And since I was left alone, I looked for my friends while waiting for dinner.

"Vaaal!" Zia and Zarga threw their arms up--like a twin--and greeted me with vigor.

Oh, well--seems like they were okay.

"My baby friend! Our bride! Come here!" Zarfa opened her arms and laughed with a slurred voice.

Or maybe not?

But I laughed and hugged her anyway. She squeezed my cheeks and narrowed her eyes at me, staring keenly. "Gosh, how many times have you cried, hmm?" Zafra gasped and cupped my cheeks.

Hehe...I scratched my neck awkwardly. My eyes must looked puffed and red. Not including the time my eyes got wet randomly from laughing and just feeling overwhelmed, I cried three times...I think? I was surprised that my tear duck still hadn’t dried.

"It’s...it’s fine, isn’t it? All of them were happy tears..."

"Nggh!" Zarfa squeezed my cheeks again, and Zia hugged my neck from behind. "Why are you so cute, huh? So cute and pretty~"

"Look at him glowing," Zia pinched my cheeks right after Zarfa. "How can you still be this pretty even after crying so much?"

Maybe because I didn’t drink so much? Ugh--

"Must be because he just married, right~?" Aina whispered and crawled along the couch to join us, giggling. "Just a few hours more before your ’first night’ isn’t it?"

"O ho ho..."

As if on cue, they narrowed their eyes and giggled teasingly, poking my side and wriggling their brows. Ugh--they were just like those courtesans who kept teasing me back then!

But hmph! I was no longer the virgin I was back then!

"It’s not like it’s our ’first’," I said dismissively.

"Hah--look at him bragging!" Zarfa squeezed my cheeks again. "Rubbing on us virgins, aren’t you? Huh? Huuh?"

Hehe...

"Tsk, tsk, tsk--don’t get it wrong, Val," Zia clicked her tongue and wriggled her finger in front of my eyes. "People said ’first night’ still feels different no matter what. Besides..." she pulled on my clothes and smirked. "You’re wearing something, right?"

I smacked her hand and covered my body with my arms. "Stop it! Shut it!"

"What is this? What is this?" Zarfa and Aina raised their brows and poked my side again. "Don’t try to act cool and nonchalant now, baby."

"Shut it!" I tried to run away, but they tackled me to the couch and tickled me together. How unfair!

Fortunately, the door opened then, and we could hear the familiar yell. "Papa! Jade hear Papa’s voice!"

Seemed like my little boy finally woke up from his nap.

"Jade! Save me!"

The green eyes blinked and the little boy immediately ran toward us with raised hands--and joined the others in tickling me. Traitor! He giggled and hugged me and we ended up rolling around on the rug in front of the lit fireplace.

"Pfft--Arta will scold me so much!" I exhaled slowly as we lay there, sprawling on the floor and looking at the ceiling in a daze.

"It’s not like you’ll wear this again, right?" Zia shrugged and shifted her head so it touched my shoulder. On my other side, Zarfa did the same.

Flanked by my best friends in two lives, I felt so blissful and grateful. I felt bad that I couldn’t talk with them a lot today, but even this short moment when we could laugh together like this made me feel so privileged.

"Thank you," I whispered while patting Jade who was lying on my chest.

"What ’thank you’," Zarfa scoffed. "It’s as if we’re doing you a favor or something."

"Right," Zia nudged my shoulder with her head. "It’s your wedding; even if I fell sick, I would still attend it."

"Hear, hear."

Hey, that was too much, isn’t it? But still...I knew they were serious about it, which was why I felt even more grateful. "You’ll invite me too, right?"

"Invite? I’ll hunt you down if you say you can’t come!" Zarfa puffed her cheek.

We laughed again, and the door opened again; this time for Amarein and Natha, who just come back. "Looks like you had some fun while I was away."

Ugh--was it because they had been teasing me about that ’first night’ or whatever? I kind of felt flustered when I looked at him. I could distract myself enough with Jade and talking to the others during dinner, but when we got back to our suite, finally alone and quiet, my heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears.

Damn it, girls!

I felt so self-conscious when I tried to change my clothes, so much so that I kept fumbling with the button. I was contemplating if I should run away to the bathroom to change when I felt Natha’s cold hand over mine.

"What is it? You’ve been restless since dinner," he said while helping me take off my button.

Damn it--he realized?!

"Did something happen while I was away?" he asked worriedly; the genuine concern in his voice made me feel guilty.

He thought I was anxious about something serious, probably because I had just cried my heart out for my Grandpa right before he left, but...

There was no way I could say that I felt nervous about the stupid ’first-night’ thing! And so, I just pressed my lips, which were trembling from embarrassment.

And that was a mistake.

The hands that had been unbuttoning my tunic stopped and went to my chin. He lifted my face and stared deep into my eyes. "Sweetheart, are you not going to tell me what happened?" he asked with this pleading gaze. "We just got married and you’re hiding things from me already?"

Ugh--why did he have to say it like that?!

I pressed my lips and the embarrassment just went straight to my face. I was so red that he got flabbergasted. "Can’t...can’t you just...sense my thought?"

"...I don’t want to assault your privacy."

"It’s...it’s okay," I gripped his shirt, feeling the nervous tingling all the way to the tip of my fingers. "I can’t really say it out loud..."

"What is..." he paused, and then muttered after two seconds. "Oh..."

I couldn’t even look at him in embarrassment, and his fingers on my clothes suddenly gripped a bit tighter. "Can I...undress you?"

Oh, damn it--just do it! I nodded silently, feeling like my lungs ceased functioning.

But you know...I thought he would do it quickly, impatiently. But he was being graceful about it; he took off my sash carefully, unbuttoned my tunic gently, and pulled off the ribbon lacing the sleeve like he was taking off ribbon from a gift package.

But the way he did things slowly and calmly made me feel embarrassed about my own fluster. Gradually, my heart calmed down, and rather than being nervous, I started to enjoy the process of him...unboxing me.

When my tunic fell to the ground, my breath caught a little bit--and so did his. He looked down, and I swallowed hard. His fingers traveled across the white, lacy fabric covering my private parts, and I almost hiccupped.

The touch was brief, and he shifted his gaze to my face, cupping my cheeks, and the girls were right; there was something different about this.

It had been months since we looked at each other’s bare bodies, touching each other’s skin, and yet...my heart felt like it was beating differently. Rather than lust, the silver eyes looked at me with tenderness. His lips touched my forehead softly, before moving to my flaming cheeks. When I closed my eyes bashfully, he kissed my eyelids too, and went down as if he wanted to map my face with his lips.

"Sweetheart," he whispered against my trembling lips. "May I kiss you?"

Oh...it reminded me of our first. It was quiet inside the bedroom when I nodded, but I could hear the sounds of fireworks and carnival music when his lips touched mine. I closed my eyes and he kissed me some more; I kept them close even as his hand brushed my hair back and his lips touched my neck gently. Slowly and softly, the cold lips traveled downward; to my shoulder, my collarbones, my chest, and before I knew it, they were already on my abdomen, kissing the spot above my belly button with so much tenderness I felt like a fragile piece of art.

When I opened my eyes, he looked at me as if I was one.

Kneeling in front of me, his hands traveled along my bare legs, as he pressed kisses over my hips and the almost see-through fabric. I bit my lips and sneaked my fingers on his hair, pulling off the ribbon tying his hair and letting it cascade down to his back. He continued his kisses on my tight and his hand found its way to the lace tying my flimsy underwear together.

"Natha..." I let out a stuttered breath when he pulled the lace slowly and the fabric gradually fell. Grasping his hair, I dragged him up and stumbled toward the bed in the process.

But I didn’t care--I just wanted to kiss him so much. Kiss him as much as I wanted, without anyone seeing or waiting. I wanted to undress him, and feast upon what was officially mine from that day onward. As we both bared our skin, we bared our heart and soul; the pulse of our lifeforce resonating through the marks in our intertwined hands.

"Valen," he kissed me, and held me close, embracing me without anything obstructing us. Not anymore.

And that was all that I ever wanted, as I gripped him tight and brought me inside our beautiful dream.