Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

"It doesn't hurt at all." She pulled out a light smile to not let him feel bad about it. His fingers were still on her lips, and he could feel her small smile under his touch.

Drayce shook his head. "I knew I would hurt you. We should not have continued."

"No, you didn't hurt me," she countered, trying to comfort him. "You stopped before you did."

"I made you bleed!"

"I am not hurt," she repeated. "You just kissed me a little harsher."

She was sure there was a reason why he lost control, for he trusted that he would not deliberately hurt her. Although he was not saying anything, she could feel the other side of his personality showing up once in a while, and something inside her made her able to distinguish between them.

Sensing the stubbornness in her voice,  Drayce decided to focus on making sure Seren was fine. He would have to temporarily put away his worries about that devil who ruined his wedding night.

"Are you really feeling fine?" Drayce asked. "Did I hurt you elsewhere?"

"Don't worry, I am fine," Seren replied and asked, "And you?"

The moment she said those words, she felt his manhood pulsating against her womanhood. She could feel her face burning up as she waited for him to answer.

Drayce quietly looked at his wife, peering into those crystal clear eyes that reflected what she was feeling at the moment. This was their wedding night, and yet it was imperfect. He might be the king with unrivaled strength and wealth, but the things that he truly cared for were not within his reach. Not only could he not see the appearance of his dear wife, he had also harmed her and they could not consummate their marriage like any other newly wedded couple.

'How can I salvage our wedding night?' he thought with a frown. He would have opted to stop now, knowing how exhausted Seren must be at this point, but his body had an urge he could not ignore. A sudden thought entered his mind. Since it's their wedding night, he too deserved to get at least something, maybe with a little help from his wife.

"I am not fine at all, my Queen," he replied after much consideration.

Seren felt worried after hearing his response. He was the strongest man she had ever come across and if he was saying he was not fine then he must be really hurt.

"Where are you hurt?" she asked worriedly. "What should we do now? Do we call the royal physician?"

"You can make me feel better, my Queen, the way I have made you feel better," Drayce replied. He would have loved to tease her, but he had no choice but to directly jump straight to the point as he felt he was in desperate need of his release. His body was going crazy with the arousal he felt. If not for the words he had given, he would have ravaged his alluring wife by now.

Seren was willing to do anything that would make him feel better. "How? What should I do?" she asked, though, at the back of her mind, she was aware that she was asking for something that would embarrass her more. The condition they were in was enough to alert her senses.

Drayce moved his hands below her back and made her sit closer to him while he sat on his knees in front of her.

"You need to help me, my Queen," she heard him say, "Will you?"

Conscious about what would come next, she answered with a gulp, "I will…but…I don't know how to."

"I will guide you." As he said that, he held her hands and placed them around his erect manhood. A satisfied groan left his mouth the moment he felt those soft and delicate palms holding his most sensitive body part.

Seren was startled by this sudden move from him, even though she somehow expected it. Reading those books had surely helped her understand the things that happen between a husband and a wife.

It was throbbing under her featherlight touch…and maybe it was her mistaking things, but she felt it grow larger?

She was amazed to feel how smooth and firm it was, but she could not find the right words to describe it. It felt wild and alive, and at the same time, it was burning hot against her cold palms. With his length, she could not cover his manhood entirely even though she's using both of her hands. She didn't find it bad or weird at all. In fact, it made her curious and oddly excited, as if she had been looking forward to feeling it the whole time without her realizing it. Any feeling of embarrassment and shyness had dissipated at this point.

Drayce's hands covered her tiny palms that were wrapped along his own needy body part and he guided her hands to move up and down, slowly and gently at first. He hissed as he felt his manhood react to her soft touch.

"Just do it like this," he instructed between his gritted teeth, his voice turning raspy at the feeling of her hands moving along his manhood.

Like an obedient wife, Seren continued to do exactly as he told her to do. After she got used to his preferred pace, he let go of her hands, leaving her to do it on her own. Though she could not see his face to check how he was feeling, from the way his manhood throbbed under her grasp and from those guttural groans accompanying his heavy breathing, she felt she was doing it right.

Drayce wished to kiss her but her lips were hurt and he could only be quiet about it.

Before she knew it, his groans were sounding wilder, like he was in pain. Out of worry, she asked, "Am I doing it correctly? Does it hurt?"

"It feels good instead," he replied and put his hands again on hers, guiding her hands to move faster as he could no longer delay his release. Though her wrists were hurting, Seren continued to increase the rhythm of her strokes.

A loud, rough grunt came from Drayce as she sensed him throwing his head back. His body was shuddering and his hands clutched on the bed sheet beside his folded knees. A warm translucent liquid suddenly shot out, and she felt it spreading across her chest, abdomen, and even on her hands that were still wrapped around his manhood.

Stunned, Seren froze on the spot. She didn't know what to do, and thought it was no longer throbbing nor as hard as before, she still held his erect part in her hands.

It took Drayce a moment to collect himself from the pleasure Seren had given him. Afterwards, he cupped his wife's cheeks and closed the distance between their faces. His forehead rested on hers and his hot breath fanned against her cold skin.

"You did well, my Queen," he praised her before wrapping his arms around her delicate body. His heaving chest pressed against her wet and sticky bosom.

Once Drayce had completely calmed down, he pecked on her forehead gently and held her hand. She didn't know what to do with them as she could still have that warmth on her hands. It was something expected, but as usual, she felt that reading was totally different from experiencing it for real.

"My Queen, we need to clean you," Drayce informed her after a while.

Seren could only nod. After finally getting out of what she had just done and the way she helped him, she felt like everything was a dream. The usual her would not be as bold nor as willing to do those things​​​​—it was embarrassing but satisfying as she did it for him.

Drayce moved his hand to one side with his palm up, and soon, her veil came flying towards his hand. He needed to help her clean but was also aware of the promise he had made to her. Drayce tied that veil back around her head, making sure it covered the lower half of her face. Once it was secured, the lamps and candles in the room lit up again, and even the curtains moved to the side on their own to let the moonlight outside enter the bedchamber.