The Demon Queen's Contract
Chapter 24 - 24: Wedding night

As Seraphina and I walked through the grand corridors of the palace, the sound of our footsteps echoed softly against the marble floors. My heart pounded in my chest, and a flood of questions swirled in my mind.

What exactly was expected of me tonight? Was this really happening? The prospect of consummating our marriage loomed over me, filling me with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity.

I glanced at Seraphina, trying to gauge her mood. Her expression was unreadable, her eyes focused ahead, and she maintained a cool, composed demeanor. I felt a pang of discomfort; it was awkward to be married to someone I hardly knew. We had danced, exchanged vows, and kissed in front of everyone, but the reality of being alone with her now felt overwhelming.

As we approached the door to our chambers, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. When the doors opened, I was struck by the room's sheer magnificence. It was even larger than my own room, with high ceilings adorned with intricate carvings and chandeliers that cast a warm, inviting glow.

The bed was a grand canopy style, draped in rich, silky fabrics that hinted at luxury and intimacy. Soft, fragrant petals were scattered across the bed, and candles were placed strategically around the room, their flickering light creating a romantic atmosphere.

Seraphina led me inside, her hand still holding mine. I couldn't help but notice the slight tension in her grip, and when I looked at her face, I saw a flicker of something—was it doubt or concern? Her usual composed and confident demeanor seemed momentarily shaken.

The door closed behind us with a soft click, and the atmosphere in the room grew even more charged. I felt a lump form in my throat, the reality of our situation pressing down on me. Seraphina released my hand and took a step back, her gaze turning cold and assessing as she regarded me. The air between us was thick with unspoken words, and the tension was almost unbearable.

After a moment, Seraphina's eyes softened slightly, and she spoke in a low, almost hesitant tone. "This is... new for both of us," she began, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "I understand if you're nervous, Elara. This is a night meant to solidify our bond, but we will proceed at a pace you are comfortable with."

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "I... I appreciate that," I managed to say, my voice trembling slightly. "It's just... all so overwhelming."

Seraphina nodded, her eyes searching mine for a long moment. Then, without warning, her gaze shifted from cold to something much more intense—something that looked very much like desire.

"Let's see how far I can get you," she murmured, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a shiver down my spine.

Before I could react, she stepped closer, her hands reaching out to gently push me towards the bed. My heart raced as I stumbled back, the soft mattress catching me as I fell. Seraphina followed, her movements slow and deliberate as she climbed on top of me. Her eyes burned with an intensity that both thrilled and terrified me.

"Tell me when you can't take it anymore, and I will stop," she said, her voice a low growl that sent waves of heat through my body. Her eyes, dark and intense, held a promise of something wild and unrestrained.

I nodded, unable to find my voice. The proximity of her body, the feel of her weight pressing down on me, was overwhelming. Her scent, a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely her, enveloped me. She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, teasing kiss that left me breathless. It was a tantalizing whisper of what was to come.

"Are you sure?" she murmured, her breath hot against my lips. I could only nod again, my heart pounding in my chest.

She smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips, and kissed me again, deeper this time. Her tongue flicked against mine, coaxing me to respond. I felt her hands slide up my sides, her touch firm and possessive, and I couldn't help but respond, my body arching towards hers. Each touch ignited a fire under my skin, a longing that demanded more.

Her kisses deepened, growing more insistent, and I found myself kissing her back with a fervor that surprised me. Her hands moved to my breasts, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through me. I gasped against her lips, the sensations almost too much to bear.

"You're so responsive," she whispered against my skin, her voice a blend of amusement and desire. "I love it."

The tension between us was electric, a charged current that thrummed through every touch, every kiss. Seraphina's lips trailed down my neck, her teeth grazing my skin in a way that made me moan softly. Her hands continued their exploration, caressing and kneading in a way that left me trembling with desire.

"You taste amazing," she said, her voice husky. Her lips found my collarbone, kissing and sucking gently. I felt her fingers tracing patterns on my skin, each touch sending shivers down my spine.

"Please," I finally managed to whisper, my voice hoarse with need. I wasn't sure what I was asking for, but I needed more of her.

She pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes. "Please what?" she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"I need you," I said, my voice barely more than a breath. The admission felt like a release, a surrender to the overwhelming sensations she was drawing from me.

Seraphina's smile widened, and she leaned in to capture my lips in a searing kiss. "Then you'll have me," she promised, her voice a seductive purr. Her hands continued their exploration, finding every sensitive spot on my body and playing me like an instrument.

I felt the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter within me. Her touch, her kisses, her whispered words—all of it was too much and yet not enough. I was on the edge, teetering between control and complete surrender.

"Tell me when," she repeated, her voice a soothing command. But I was lost, lost in the sensations, lost in her.

I couldn't speak, couldn't think. All I could do was feel. And it was everything.

Seraphina's hands moved lower, her fingers trailing down my sides with a deliberate slowness that left my skin tingling in their wake. She paused at the hem of my dress, her eyes meeting mine with a silent question.

I nodded, giving her permission. She lifted the fabric slowly, her fingers brushing against my skin, and the sensation made me shiver. As the dress was peeled away, her gaze never left mine, her eyes dark with desire.

"You're beautiful," she whispered, her voice husky. The words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. Her hands moved to my bra, unclasping it with practiced ease. The garment fell away, and she leaned in to kiss the newly exposed skin, her lips and tongue drawing soft moans from me.

With each kiss, each touch, she explored me, leaving no part of me untouched. Her hands moved to my tights. She pulled them off slowly, her fingers brushing against my thighs as she did. Every touch was a tease, a promise of what was to come.

Seraphina knelt between my legs, her hands running up and down my thighs in a slow, tantalizing motion. "You're trembling," she noted with a smile, her voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and affection. "Do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head, my breath coming in shallow gasps. "No, please, don't stop."

She chuckled softly and continued her slow, deliberate exploration. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, and she looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Are you sure you want this?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.

But as she began to slide my panties down, a sudden wave of vulnerability washed over me, and I found myself whispering, "Stop."

Seraphina paused immediately, her eyes searching mine. "Are you okay?" she asked gently, her voice full of concern.

I nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yes, I just... I don't think I'm ready."

She rolled off me, lying beside me on the bed. The room was silent except for the sound of our heavy breathing. I felt a mix of relief and regret, my body still humming with the remnants of our passion.

Seraphina reached out, taking my hand in hers. "You did well," she said, her voice soothing. "There's no rush. We have all the time in the world."

I nodded, feeling a swell of gratitude for her patience. "Thank you," I whispered, squeezing her hand.

We lay there in silence for a while, the tension slowly ebbing away. The flickering candlelight cast shadows on the walls, creating a sense of intimacy that was both comforting and unfamiliar.

I realized that despite the awkwardness and the uncertainty, there was also a growing connection between us, a bond that would only strengthen with time.

As I lay there, I found myself feeling more at ease. Seraphina's presence, though commanding and intense, was also a source of comfort. We might not know each other well yet, but there was a sense of mutual respect and understanding that gave me hope for our future together.

Eventually, Seraphina broke the silence. "Rest now, Elara. We have a long journey ahead of us."

I nodded, closing my eyes and allowing myself to relax. The bed was soft and warm, and Seraphina's hand holding mine was a reassuring anchor. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of peace settle over me.