Waking up in a cave in the mountains is strange. Used to waking up in her own bed chambers or in her tent on the battlefield.
Walls of rock surrounded her. The room wasn't very big. The walls were only about three feet from the bed on each side. Tapestries hung on some parts of the wall depicting a variety of scenes. The bed was heavenly soft, her body sank into it like as if she were floating in the clouds. On top of her were various animal furs from a variety of animals. She couldn't place most of them but she was sure the really big fluffy one was from a bison. Running her fingers down the hairs. The softness and weight are very relaxing.
Getting out of bed, she was surprised to find the room wasn't freezing, it was cold, but not as cold as she thought a cave in the snowy mountains would be.
Hanging on a hook was a purple wool robe, she slipped it on hugging herself, reveling in the softness. Pulling the curtain away to a much bigger room. It was small, like the size of a cabin. A fireplace carved into the wall on one side and a small kitchen with a wood stove and a table and chairs on the other side. A large wooden door she assumed went back to the outside.
Prince Zachariah, her new husband, sat on a settee reading a book. He looked up and greeted her. His blonde hair tied up into a bun. A fire crackled from a few feet away in a place carved into the cold walls. The warm orange glow illuminating his face.
"What time is it?" she sat across from him, pulling her legs to her chest and tucking her feet into her dress.
"Almost noon. I actually was just about to come get you. Food was just delivered and I figured since you hadn't eaten since the wedding last night you would want some." Zachariah gestured to a small table with a variety of meats, cheeses, fruits and a tea set sitting on a tray. Immediately stalking over and helping herself to some crackers with some goat cheese, moaning in savory content. "How long have we been here?" Zachariah joined her. "We got in late last night. You fell asleep on the carriage ride. I carried you in." She blushed. Reaching for the tea pot and pouring a cup. Taking a sip she immediately spat it out in an un-princess like manner.
"What is that?"
Zachariah saw the tea cursed under his breath. She was certain she wasn't supposed to hear but she did.
"What?" she inquired. The amber tea smelled and tasted sickly sweet, like the sweetest sugar made into a syrup, then poured into a tea cup.
"You don't have this in your country?"she shook her head, gesturing for him to explain. But instead his face became flushed and he looked.....embarrassed? Fumbling over his words like he couldn't quite get his sentence started.
"Zachariah, will you just tell me." she finally implored him. He sighed.
"We call it The Royal Trick. It's to.....well invigorate you."
"Like coffee?"
"No, much more..... intense. For helping to encourage a newly married couple into....well making a child. I'd wager my father insisted we be given this."
Sasha choked on a grape."You mean the tea is supposed to make us fuck?"
Zachariah smirked. "Well the whole point of this time away. To make an heir." Two weeks ago they'd been adversaries. Now they were newlyweds. Their marriage had been part of a peace agreement. But the only way the agreement would work is if an heir was produced from their union. And in order for an heir to be made....
They had to fuck.
"You don't have to drink it if you don't want to." She stared at the drink. Contemplating. She knew this would happen eventually. "Fuck it lets see where the day takes us." taking the teacup and chugging the tea in three sips. Grabbing a handful of grapes and returning back to her seat on the couch, back to the fire seeking warmth.
Zachariah stared at her in shock. The shock wore off relatively quickly though and he picked up his own cup of tea. Cheersing to her and then downing his own cup.
Nothing happened. At first.
Minutes passed and nothing.
She wasn't sure what was supposed to happen. Was something supposed to happen?
"It takes a minute to work into your system Allasashan. It doesn't make you instantly jump my bones." Zachariah said, sensing her anticipation.
She scrunched her nose at the sound of her full name. "Please call me Sasha. That's what everyone who is familiar to me calls me." His majesty cocked an eyebrow. "Oh so we are familiar now?" her cheeks reddened. "Not yet. But we are gonna be eventually. Right?" She didn't want to have a marriage where they remained strangers. She'd heard of arranged marriages being that way and the thought terrified her.
"I would like for us to be." And to her surprise. They just talked. Telling stories of childhood and of close friends and family. The fire was starting to get really toasty so they both discarded their robes leaving her in her night dress and him in a simple pair of tan cotton pants and a white cotton shirt.
She was telling him a story from when she was nine and he started to tease her. "Oh I'm sure you were completely innocent."
"I was." she grabbed a pillow and swatted him with it. This led to them wrestling for the pillow. She had the upper hand but he was stronger and when he yanked the pillow she came flying towards him, her face a breaths away from his. Zachariah had put his hands out to keep their heads from knocking.
Zachariah's hands were smooth. He hadn't had to enlist in his country's army or work for his title. His hands were that of a prince. And they felt like a warm heaven on her cheek. Pulling her forward, closing the gap between them, his lips claiming hers.
She'd kissed men before. But none kissed her like Zachariah was. His lips moving against her, tongue seeking hers, fingers knotted in her hair. Zachariah possessed her. And it was clear he wanted more. And she did too. Her skin felt hot. If she jumped in an ice bath right now steam would rise from the water.
She crawled into his lap, his fingers disappearing under her skirt, seeking and finding her wetness. Looking into his eyes she could see the tea was starting to have an equal effect on him. His eyes were dark, his breath heavy, and his bulging hardness could be felt through his pants. "I'm gonna fuck the future prince or princess of Ellva and Trent in here." Two of his fingers slid in. Her mouth widened into a gasp which he met with his own mouth, slipping his tongue to accompany hers. Looping an arm around his neck, holding tight, her free hand bracing herself against his chest. His free hand rested on the small of her back, while his two fingers proceeded to slip back and forth inside her slowly. Pulling them out to the tips, then plunging back in till his knuckles rubbed against her lower lips. As her body adapted and began accommodating the intrusion her husband picked up the pace with his fingers.
