Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

His wife still didn't know that they would not consummate their marriage tonight, and Drayce had to clear it to her. Since they were already talking, he might as well explain now. Even if he did plan to stop before things escalated, he didn't wish her to feel left out and question herself why he had stopped. It would be terrible if she were to think she did something wrong.

"My Queen, I want to tell you something."

"Hmm?"

Drayce inhaled deeply before informing her, "Though we are being intimate like this, we will not consummate our marriage."

It puzzled Seren as to what he meant by this, and her earlier worries were returning to her. 'Did I upset him? Did I forget to do something? Did I say anything wrong? Does that mean that I have ruined our wedding night?'

Feeling dejected, she could only firm herself and pretend composure. "Fine!"

Drayce noticed the glittering in the flower on her forehead was gone, and he realized that his wife had taken his statement the wrong way.

"My Queen, it's not about you but about me," he clarified before the misunderstanding worsened. "I have given words to your father that we won't consummate our marriage till you come of age. It means till you turn eighteen years old, we cannot go further than this. So we have to wait till then."

Under the royal laws of Abetha, Seren remembered that girls in her kingdom could only be legally married after they turned eighteen. It was not a law set by King Armen, but by the Ilven Family's ancestor, the founder of the kingdom. The fact that King Armen allowed her to be wedded to Drayce when she had not come of age could be said to be questionable, but there was a loophole in the law since for the rest of the continent, such a system was not practiced by other kingdoms.

Seren was just relieved that she had done nothing wrong to upset him.

"I understand," she replied.

Seeing they had cleared the misunderstanding between them, a relieved smile appeared on Drayce's lips. He held one of her hands that was cupping his cheeks and kissed the center of her palm, sending a  sweet shock to her senses.

"But," Drayce said, in a low tone that sounded somehow teasing, "we can still do other intimate things."

His hoarse yet seductive whisper did wonders to her tight nerves that she gave up on calming them, knowing it was futile. If she touched his lips at this moment, she would clearly realize that her previously serious husband was now grinning slyly.

'Other things…?' She was about to ask him to explain, but it was as if he had read her mind and told her the answer the very next second.

"My Queen, do you remember what we did after you drank that spiked juice from the opera house?"

Seren remembered it even if she didn't want to. It was the first time she had such an experience in her life. How could she even begin to forget it?

"Do you remember, my Queen?" he asked again, as if to say he wished to hear her say her response aloud.

"I...do…" she replied in a low voice as embarrassment took over her. Not that she did not like it. In fact, at this moment, she was somewhat expecting something similar, but she could not stop feeling shy and embarrassed since it was brought up.

"There are a number of intimate things that can happen between a husband and wife, and we can do those, but the actual consummation​​​​— what you saw between the man and the woman in the latter part of the play​​​​— we will not do that. Do you understand what I mean?" Drayce asked in a tone that emphasized the importance of this part. As he was not confident about not losing himself to the devil, he needed to make it clear that she would have to stop him.

"Yes," she replied.

"If I seem...to cross the line, you should not let me do it," he instructed. "You need to stop me."

"I will."

Her replies were brief and concise, but there was firmness in them. She understood that since Drayce was placing much importance on these things, she should not let him down.

'My wife sure has grown up now,' Drayce thought as he leaned down to give her lips a soft peck. He could not resist giving her a kiss, but he held back and merely let their lips brush lightly for a moment as he didn't wish to suffocate her this time. She accepted it and kissed him back just as softly.

His hand traveled to her shoulder to pull the straps of her nightgown down her shoulder. Seren realized that Drayce would now start doing the 'other intimate things' he mentioned, but she found that contrary to expectations, she didn't mind what he was doing. Instead, she felt attracted to what he was doing, as if there was something within her suppressing the nerves and anxiety of the unknown that she should be normally feeling at this point.

She gasped a little when Drayce let go of her lips and moved down to her neck with featherlight kisses, his lips tracing along her jawline, causing numerous waves of pleasure to pass across her entire body. A strange current enveloped her body as he ravished the soft skin on her neck before heading further down to her chest.

Soft moans left her lips, and she tilted her head to give him more space to relish the graceful arch of her neck. As Drayce continued to leave a trail of hot kisses on her collarbones, her hands involuntarily moved to the back of his head, her slender fingers tangling themselves with his hair.

It ended up encouraging her husband to taste the sweet delicacy in front of him. His red eyes were already burning with desire, and his hands worked on pulling her dress straps down her shoulders. It exposed the top part of her chest and her soft bosom,  wrapped in finely embroidered silk chest band, was visible.

Drayce stared at her chest with his eyes filled with appreciation and lust. When she noticed he had stopped moving, Seren found that his head was directly above her breasts and it dawned on her that he was blatantly staring at them. It caused her to feel a strange mix of excitement and embarrassment as she knew what he would do next. She held her breath as she felt him moving her dress further down to fully expose her chest band. Though it was dark, she knew he would see the shape of her round peaks clearly; she felt highly embarrassed about letting them be seen and touched by a man.

As her nightgown was loose, to begin with, it didn't take much effort for Drayce to pull it further down and to her waist. He let out a shaky breath as his sight did not fail to notice her curves. Her body was more beautiful than what he imagined, and it was his to explore and conquer. When he looked up at her face, he found her looking back at him. Though it was dark, it didn't seem like the two were bothered by it, not even needing light to understand each other's feelings. Though she was not saying or doing anything to stop him, Drayce was sure she was plenty embarrassed at this point.

"We need to take this off," Drayce said as he pulled at the nightgown. Though he was informing her, he was not truly asking for permission, and thus, he didn't wait for her reply as he moved her waist up a little with his hand. With his other hand, he completely pulled the nightgown down in one swift motion, leaving his wife in nothing but her undergarments.