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The official part of their starbinding had concluded after way too many sincere and way too many dishonest congratulations from various people that Ferdinand just could not care about today in the slightest. After they had teleported back into the castle, he had carried Rozemyne from the teleportation room straight into her chambers which were finally open for Ferdinand's visits.
Leaving her to be changed into an appropriate night gown and to get changed on his own seemed like the longest time he ever had to spend apart from her. Judging from her longing gaze as they separated Ferdinand concluded that Rozemyne felt quite similarly.
When they finally reunited, clad in spare amounts of barely opaque cloth, Lieseleta and Justus had already left for the night. They could be called by ringing a bell, but otherwise they would not enter on their own.
Having the shumil knights still inside the room felt somehow wrong as if what was about to occur was not suitable for their eyes. He had to strongly remind himself that they were no different from any other magic tool and that a magic water pitcher did not make him feel awkward.
He decided to focus his attention on the beauty in front of him instead of on such silly things. Her pale skin on her face was blushing from the thoughts she might be having right now and her smile was a bit embarrassed. But as he took a mental step back and allowed himself to appreciate her full figure he noticed that below the nightgown from finest Alexandrian cloth were undergarments like he had never seen before.
Naturally, he had not seen any female undergarments yet but he had somehow not expected them to be dyed in such a divine red. He had never heard of something so wasteful, yet so enticing, to be done to undergarments. Had that been Rozemyne's choice or was that a surprise that every husband delighted in on their wedding night?
The color of her underwear was competing with the blush on her cheeks but he had to acknowledge that her undergarments still won in that regard even though it seemed rather close. He smiled at her with a smile so wide that he was not sure how he might even look right now as he focused his attention back on her face since his wandering eyes had seemed to increase her nervousness.
Ferdinand had to think back to the woman in her memories who was bathing in front of him as if she was incapable of shame. At that time it had felt wrong to invade such a private moment, but now this private moment was just for the two of them. It was intentional. And desired by both.
“I could not have waited any longer, Ferdinand”, she admitted while exuding happiness. All these years he had never even hoped for being loved by such a perfect woman and loving her in return.
He closed the last step between them and embraced her closely. Her rose-colored lips were meeting his halfway, eagerly reaching to touch. Her hair, as enchanting as gazing into the night sky, was let down. While he had just seen her like this the day before, the fact that it was now only a privilege for him to get lost in it and see it waving loosely, was mesmerizing to him.
“Me neither”, he finally admitted after waiting for a moment to catch his breath between all the kissing. He could feel her hands wander down from his face to his waist at first, but as one went down to his upper thigh, he could not resist smirking at her. The rules that had bound them to propriety before their starbinding had finally been overturned by now. The torture that Brennwarme had made him experience over the last weeks was now just pleasant background noise that rushed through his body.
He copied her moves and put one of his hands on her own upper thigh, pulling her even closer to him. His other arm still held her torso; just now had he become aware of the softness of her breasts pressed against his own chest. Rozemyne did not seem to protest any of that.
“Let us go to the bed, Ferdinand. Standing like this will be inconvenient soon.”
Her giggled proposal threw him off for a second, as he was still considering the, albeit minor, possibility that he was just projecting his own desires onto her behavior.
But there was not much room for interpretation with her open invitation. She led him to the bed while they were still embracing each other in a rather spontaneous dance to find their steps. The curtains were already open so she let herself fall on the mattress and pulled him down to fall on her.
“Ferdinand, there has been something I wanted to say to you for a while now, but you have to promise me that you will not get mad at me”, her shumil eyes were working hard on Ferdinand's composure. Laying on top of her he buried his face in her hair before answering her.
With that opening, he actually did not want to hear what she had to say. If she was going to tell him that this was all platonic still, if what they had had the weeks leading up to this was just a fever dream and she actually wanted him to stop now at maybe just cuddling, something inside him was sure to break. But he could not deny her anything. If she was averse to properly calling winter, he had to abide.
Justus had taught him after all that the whole concept of consent, and enthusiastic one at that, included the option to revoke it at any time regardless of any prior signs of agreement. And if he had to honor anything more than what he wanted right now then it was what Rozemyne wanted right now.
He would never forgive himself otherwise. So, without looking up, he whispered “I promise, I will not get mad.” and steeled himself for her words to come. She turned her head slightly so that she could whisper her words directly into his ear in return.
”Dye me in your colors.”
Her voice was as seductive as her words and he could feel his sword rising in an instant. He lifted his head up from the mattress and grinned at her. All lingering doubts forgotten at her unmistakable words.
“That can be arranged, my Goddess of Light.” Despite his humble words his gaze was hungry. He started kissing her again, starting at her lips, wandering to her ears, along her neck and finally resting his head on her chest. He could see her to begin fumbling to get rid of the few clothes she was still wearing and he helpfully aided her in that.
When her breasts were freed, he gave in to his urge to kiss them as well. He was torn between which spot he should touch first with his lips and just spread his kisses as equally as he could in consequence. His analytical mind noticed the differences in texture and responsiveness but when he lifted his head to sneak in one of those (french) kisses he noticed that Rozemyne seemed slightly embarrassed. But more than that she was still occupied with removing the last of her underwear.
He gladly helped her with that task. The lace that had been incorporated into her undergarments was exquisite to the touch but he could not really appreciate them for what they were. The goddess that was wearing them – and now getting rid of them – was the focus of all his attention.
Still rather occupied with their renewed exchange of mana and saliva he noticed only with slight delay that she had already proceeded to free him of his underwear as well and he gladly went along with it.
He lowered his head down to her breasts again as he helped her slide his undergarments away from him. The softness of her skin and the delicacy of her chest had an addictive quality for him so he paid them as much attention as he dared.
When she removed herself from his onslaught of kisses on her breasts a few moments later, he was uncertain whether he had made a mistake, but she was just fumbling for something in her nightstand. When she opened a small box he could see two vials.
He recognized the red color in an instant since he had brewed these potions himself countless times before and had sent one to her in anticipation of this night just a week before.
“It should not really matter mana-wise who drinks whose, but I wanted to keep proper protocol here. That one is for you, Ferdinand. And this one is for me.” She smiled at him with a wide grin and handed him the synchronization potion with an expectant gleam in her eyes. They shared this moment of imbibing the potion.
“I might develop a taste for this sweetness”, he noted which made her chuckle. His eyes wandered up from her lips and to her eyes where he got lost in her gaze.
Her golden moons still fascinated him and Rozemyne seemed to experience something quite similar as her attention was clearly focused on his eyes as well. When she put the empty vials back into the box, she used that opportunity to gaze down Ferdinand's body and take in the whole sight.
His sword was prominently erect and ready since their actions so far had prepared it quite well for what was to come. While she did seem enticed by what she saw, Ferdinand noticed small signs of hesitation on her face.
“If you have doubts, we do not need to proceed, Rozemyne”, he tried to assure her, Justus words still in his head, but she shook her head.
“I have no doubt that I want to call winter with you, Ferdinand. I am just trying to imagine how your very impressive sword can fit into my chalice.” Her smile was one of exasperation but Ferdinand was confused.
“I have never heard of a sword not fitting into a chalice.” He tried to ease her doubts but Rozemyne seemed unconvinced.
“Well, I somehow doubt that the pleasure of the wife is usually a relevant point in the public perception of this.”
That... was very possibly true.
She still seemed intimidated which made Ferdinand doubt all that he knew about winter activities. Which was not all that much if he had to be honest, but he had heard it described as a great source of pleasure. Not something that required bracing oneself like Rozemyne seemed to do right now.
“This will require lots of (foreplay), Ferdinand. I hope you can be patient enough to help me prepare my chalice.” She now smiled at him the way she always did when she knew she was about to win in the end and he immediately swore to himself that he would heed her every word of guidance in that regard.
“I am always eager to learn how to pleasure you, Rozemyne.” His demure behavior made Rozemyne blush and he twirled a strand of her hair around his fingers while she recovered. She had just asked him to be patient before proceeding after all.
“Okay, then give me your hand and place it here.” Now it was his turn to blush as she took his hand that had been playing with her hair und led it to lie directly between her legs.
“Here, where I put the tip of your index finger is a place of great pleasure for women”, she began her explanation and Ferdinand felt around that place with soft pressure. His finger was guided by the outer parts of her chalice so he could not explore too far in the wrong direction. The part that Rozemyne had suggested felt like a small pearl hidden beneath her skin and he tried to shift it around which seemed to please Rozemyne as she began breathing more heavily and moaning softly.
“It feels so much better when you touch me there, Ferdinand”, Rozemyne uttered softly and while he was glad for the confirmation that she liked his ministrations, a little question began to gnaw at him.
“Better than?” He tried to allow himself to be vulnerable with her but he still could not ask the question fully. To whom was she comparing him right now? He did not stop touching her pearl and shifting her around but the sound he was waiting for was not her soft whimpering right now but the answer to his question.
“Better than when I do it myself. Way better. The unpredictability adds so much”, she explained while getting interrupted from her own soft gasps when he seemed to hit a particularly good spot.
He put his head to rest on her chest once again so he could even hear her increased heart beat which was pleasantly assuring him of his approach. The softness of her breasts was an added benefit and he could not resist the temptation of kissing them spontaneously.
“Oh, you like surprises in this?”, he asked with more self-esteem than he had thought himself capable of in this unfamiliar terrain and became a bit braver with his task of what she had called (foreplay).
He tried to take her pearl between his index and middle finger, but it slipped out as soon as he thought to have a good grip on it. He tried it out a few more times, eager to understand whether it was a lack of dexterity on his side or whether it was just her anatomy.
And since Rozemyne did not stop him, he was sure that she at least was curious as well. But then her legs started to twitch and her breathing seemed to become closer to panting. Unsure whether he had started to hurt her, he stopped his meddling and returned to the soft touching from the beginning.
“Ferdinand, you could have just kept on I think, something was building up inside me”, she conceded after having calmed down a bit again.
“But you definitely suceeded. Flutrane's waters are filling my chalice by now, so I will guide your hand to its next location.”
He shortly wondered where she had learned that particular euphemism and whether he actually wanted to know that. Hopefully it was by Elvira.
Ferdinand did not resist when she pulled his hand roughly half a finger's length deeper between her legs. He could feel her own finger resting atop of his and pressing it down into her. What he had formally thought to be another layer of skin, similar to the pattern of her pearl, suddenly burst open under the pressure she applied and the tip of his finger slid inside her slick warmth.
“Rozemyne, is this your chalice?” He turned his head on her chest to stare at her flabbergasted, unable to process the sensation at his fingertip.
“It is. Please try to put your whole finger in and move around.” The blush on her face made her even more desirable to him. He tried to burn the image of her face like this into his mind while complying with her order but it seemed to him that his finger was already stuck after only half of its length.
He also began to notice how tightly her chalice was already clinging to his finger. When he compared the dimensions of his finger to that of his sword he began to understand why Rozemyne had been hesitant at first.
But he was sure that there was a way to make it work. Rozemyne herself had suggested this (foreplay) as a way to overcome the issue.
When he tried to analyze the situation he considered the possibility of having his finger inserted wrongly. Maybe the angle had not been right or the speed of insertion, he mused. With his scientific mind put to use, he began to glide his finger in and out of her chalice with varying degrees of speed and from different directions. Some combinations seemed to excite Rozemyne and he was able to dive deeper, while some made him stop even earlier than for his first attempt.
He burned all this data into his mind and experimented thoroughly. At one point he tried to excite her pearl in combination with the best angle so far and he finally succeeded in putting his whole finger in. To his surprise the walls of her chalice also did not seem to clench his finger as much as before.
“I think there was some progress”, he declared and he could not deny his pride in the achievement. To confirm that her chalice had indeed widened and to explore more of this unfamiliar terrain he started to wiggle his finger inside her. Her breathing grew heavier in an instant and she pressed her legs together with force when he hit one particular spot.
“Oh yes, Ferdinand, you are good at this.” Her verbal declaration made him glad but her bodily reaction made him feel even better. He tried to reproduce the effect from touching that one spot and Rozemyne's whole body started to twitch under his touch.
He grinned at her and started to send mana through his finger into her chalice. She had asked him to dye her in his colors after all.
He could feel her chalice contracting hard, squeezing his finger in the process and Rozemyne bolted to sit upward in an instant, pressing her breasts directly into his face in the process. Not that Ferdinand complained about this rather enticing sensation. He kissed the offering provided to him and did not resist the temptation to take her nipple between his lips dyeing her there as well.
She was trying hard to catch her breath but with each wiggle of his finger Ferdinand sent another wave of mana into her, making her unable to coordinate.
He leaned back a bit to give her more room for movement and with huge interest he observed how she was trying to control her limbs. But if her curling toes were not telling enough of her orgasm, her pleasure cries definitely were.
“Ferdinand, what was that?” She was still breathless and sweating profusely but since he had eased up on the stimulation, she was now able to recover. He felt a few more contractions on his finger that spaced out over time as she calmed down from her high.
“Just fulfilling your request, my Goddess of Light.” His grin was full of mischief and Rozemyne did not seem to know how to react to that in full.
“Everything feels so strange right now, I think I need a break, Ferdinand.” She sounded exhausted in a good way so Ferdinand complied without objections. When he removed his finger from her chalice he noticed how soaked it had become. He began to understand why they were indeed called the waters of Flutrane.
“Maybe you can show me how to best pleasure your sword in the meantime?” Her grin was also full of mischief.
“If my Goddess of Light insists”, he demurely complied and sat up as well. His sword was standing proud and tall for her to peer at.
“The tip is the most sensitive part, so I ask you to only touch it lightly”, he began and Rozemyne lowered her head while touching the tip of his sword with her hand.
“Lightly? So like a fleeting kiss?” She underlined her suggestion with actually kissing the tip of his sword. Ferdinand was shocked at the unheard of behavior and surprised at how good it felt.
He was caught in a processing error when she began to spread her kisses all over his sword. Finally she even put his whole tip into her mouth and kissed it the (french) way; at least he assumed that it was that particular kind of kissing since Rozemyne's tongue was heavily involved in whatever she was doing right now with the tip of his sword. Her saliva was full of her mana and he could clearly feel it seeping into him at his most sensitive spot. He let out a moan upon the sensation and he could feel his own mana surging with haste.
“Rozemyne, I feel like my snow will be released soon, let us not waste it outside the chalice.”
But instead of releasing his sword from her mouth she added her hands to the stimulation, playing along the length of it and also teasing it along the base. While her movements were still a bit uncertain and lacked their own rhythm, the sheer sight of his goddess pleasuring his sword added more than enough to Ferdinand's arousal.
It was mere moments later that he spent his snow in her mouth, surprising her with an outburst of his mana to the point of confused laughter.
Some of it was even spilled on her face and hands, but she ignored it with amusement.
Ferdinand himself just stared at her, unsure how to react at her being soiled by his own seed.
“I am sorry, Rozemyne”, Ferdinand fumbled for an apology while Rozemyne seemed to want to say something but was still impacted from the snow in her mouth. In the end she decided to just empty her mouth by swallowing, much to Ferdinand's horror.
“I am so terribly sorry that you had to ingest that!” He was appalled by that development and just felt like wanting to sink into the ground. But no such relief was offered to him.
“You know, with all that mana it was actually quite delicious. An apology about having to ingest something was the last thing I ever expected you to say, Ferdinand.” Her laughter was healing for him at first, but now he glared at her.
“What was that last sentence about?” With a raised eyebrow he questioned her seriousness and she guiltily conflated.
“Every time I have to take one of your most effective rejuvenation potions, I call them 'ultra-nasty' in my mind. But you never actually apologized for their taste.” She looked away from him to maybe evade his thunder.
“'Ultra-nasty'? Well, if you do not want any more, I will gladly stop supplying you.” His evil grin had resurfaced.
“And there I thought I had received a letter just recently that reminded me that I invented a whole new recipe just for you to have a better tasting one available. And even one that attributed sending you a whole dozen for your academic term to my kindness.”
“I stand corrected then”, she admitted with a smile and dabbed her fingertip into a remainder of his snow on her cheek, licking it with delight. Ferdinand could not stomach that display of indecency and cast waschen on her before she could tease him even further, even though he made sure that she had enough time to react and hold her breath. He did not want to kill the mood with a drowning experience, after all.
“I think we can start to continue preparing my chalice, the strange feeling has subsided. And with your sword currently deflated we might have a bit of time before the tension rises too high for us.” Her eager smile was making his heart beat faster and his hand wander down between her legs again.
He was already applying his newfound knowledge on her body when he repeated what he had just tried out moments before. Once again, Rozemyne seemed to enjoy herself quite dearly, but that was not really their goal right now.
He tried to move his finger around more, to widen the entrance of her chalice to the dimensions of his sword but her chalice still felt tense even though her arousal was clear. When he then tried to insert a second finger next to his first one, Rozemyne protested from the strain on her entrance.
Ferdinand looked at her face and could see clearly how unpleasant the current feeling must have been.
“Are you perhaps tensing up from nervousness, my dear?” He removed his fingers from her chalice and just massaged her pearl a bit more. She gasped at the sudden change in pace but her gasp soon turned into a soft moan again.
“Today was a big day, maybe we should just try again tomorrow. Then you had some time to get used to our official change in relationship.” It had not been like he had expected his wedding night to end, but there was no point in hurrying her to the point of causing her discomfort.
“Perhaps. But I really want to feel you inside me, Ferdinand. I cannot imagine anything closer than that. And I do not even know why I feel nervous.” She bit her lower lip in frustration and Ferdinand embraced her in a hug.
“Maybe you could reduce your nervousness by reading a book?”, Ferdinand helpfully suggested, but Rozemyne stared at him incredulously. She then shook her head sadly.
“Lieseleta has taken all my books from this room when she prepared it for tonight. She was very insistent that they would not be needed.” Ferdinand was amused that that was the reason for her refusal.
“What about the book that Elvira gifted you today? She told you to hide it in your hidden room, right? I have an inkling what kind of book that might be.”
Rozemyne hesitated from following his proposal but in the end she was curious what her mother might have gifted her for her starbinding.
Ferdinand enjoyed following the backside of his naked wife with his eyes as she went into her hidden room to return moments later with a book in her hand. The cover was blank, only the number '1' was visible.
“I'd really appreciate it if you read it to me, Rozemyne, while we cuddle in bed. A book always makes you feel relaxed, right?” His seductive grin somehow undermined his words and confused Rozemyne until she actually followed through and began reading.
Then she understood.
And continued reading out loud the first explicitly erotic novel in Yurgenschmidt.
And while his hands were occupied with worshiping the fountains of Wiegemilch, his mouth became reminiscent of Wiegemilch's blessings. The fire of Brennwarme spread through her, mingling with Verdrenna at Beischmacht's behest.
Rozemyne looked up from the text and tried to understand what she had just read. Ferdinand noticed immediately that she was completely lost.
“Let me demonstrate what was described there, my dear. Just keep on reading on. I have a feeling you will learn a lot more euphemisms tonight.” He smirked at her and then put his head on her chest. With his hands he touched her breasts, playing with her nipples until they started to peak. Then he began to put one of them into his mouth and licked it to become even firmer. He could feel Rozemyne twitching a bit under him and was satisfied with his demonstration. He continued focusing on her breasts while she continued reading out aloud again.
Smitten with the graces of Efflorelume he continued his path to finally arrive at her field. He began to inhale the scent of Vantole's nectar and delighted in the feast provided by Forsente. While it may have seemed only the size of a rohre, a rafel was clearly growing there.
Ferdinand was considering to abandon this idea in just this instant.
He had not expected Elvira to publish something as explicit and deviant as this. Due to the book in Rozemyne's path of sight she was unable to see his intense blushing on his ears as he began to lower his head between her legs.
He was sure that what Elvira had described as the size of a rohre must have been the pearl Rozemyne had guided him to. So he now began to feast on it with his tongue as the book had suggested and her immediate reaction made him glad to not have abandoned that plan.
His tongue went all around her pearl before diving down even into her chalice. Her mana-infused liquid was indeed a pleasant taste that he quickly licked up. His horror at having Rozemyne swallow his snow had fully calmed down by now.
Then he took his time to explore more of Rozemyne's outer chalice. It took him a while until he noticed that she had stopped reading while he was feasting on Efflorelume's field. Her lower back was arching enticingly with one particular move of his tongue so he repeated it several times till he found the most reaction that was accompanied from a deep groan. He lessened his intensity to allow her time to recover and that seemed to make her continue reading.
When Anwachs blessed him in Brennwarme's stead, Steifebrise seemed eager to descend, but Dultsetzen was faster, guided by her sister Verfuhremeer. Anhaltung provided the way to Geduldh's chalice, but sounded the words of caution. Her guidance was the first to become part of Geduldh, followed by Erwachlehren's eagerness to learn.
With his mouth still occupied by Rozemyne's pearl, he put a finger into her chalice. This time, it was way easier than it had been before. While he explored her warm and wet walls with his finger, he once again discovered the spot that had led her to pleasure before.
And once again she began twitching and moaning as he touched her there and began to send his mana. Her reading speed had slowed down again and Ferdinand took his time with his current task until she continued.
He could feel his own sword slowly rising with each step, but it was still an endurable state for him. The same could not necessarily be said for Rozemyne, he mused. Her rising arousal had become quite obvious to him as he had now been able to insert the second finger that had not fit before.
Brennwarme had taken turns with Ewigeliebe and his sword was finally prepared for its task. Calmly he began to commit it to Geduldh's chalice, ignoring the whispers of Angriff and heeding the welcoming signs of Geduldh herself to fill her chalice with his affection.
Rozemyne stopped reading as she was definitely feeling the tip of Ferdinand's sword at the entrance of her chalice. His presence was more than obvious to her, but she did not object. Ferdinand thought that she was most likely curious herself whether he could fit now.
In an attempt to make this as pleasurable as possible for her and judging from her previous reactions to his mana in her chalice, he began spreading his mana from the tip of his sword into the entrance of her chalice. He was delighted to notice that she answered him by saturating her chalice with her own mana.
Ferdinand could still feel a slight resistance and tightness as he slowly began to push his sword into Rozemyne, but he could not deduce whether the noises she had just made were those of pleasure or discomfort.
When he tried to look up to gauge her reaction better, her face was still hidden by the book. When he stopped moving after his tip was inserted, Rozemyne began to continue reading with an anticipating voice and he took this as a sign to continue pushing both his sword and his mana in. It was as if her chalice widened itself just to welcome him. The approach was slow but he did not mind since the stimulation from the change in pressure from her chalice in combination with the wetness he was feeling and knowing that she was wet just for him and at his hands was arousing enough. The experience was one of a kind and he found himself moaning from those sensations.
As his sword was almost fully inserted he noticed a rather firm resistance and decided that maybe that was as far as he could go. In the end, Rozemyne was still smaller than him so he considered the possibility that no perfect fit was possible between his sword and her chalice. But he still felt accomplished that he was now experiencing this ultimate closeness without her being hurt from his size.
He then slowly withdrew from her and tried to repeat the process of pushing his sword into her and he noticed how Rozemyne's own hip responded to the movement. It did not seem like pain to him, more like a search for a perfect angle. And with that he could help. He shifted his hip slowly, pushing into her once again while paying attention to her body's reaction.
He was riding on Verfuhremeer's waves to give Jugereise a chance to properly descend without having Ventuchte cut their threads. With a calm rhythm of the waves, Verdrenna was closing up on her. But Beischmacht grew impatient at that. He seeked Angriff and Schlagziel to increase his force and aim.
Her breathing had become too heavy to continue reading out loud as Ferdinand had increased his speed and started changing his angle after the first few back and forth to ease her into it. It was hard for him to concentrate on which euphemism he should be reproducing right now as he as well was now possessed by Beischmacht and was driven to perform his dance only limited by what brought pleasure to its participants and not what was written in a book.
Both of her hands were reaching for his head and pulling his lips to hers for the most passionate kiss they had ever shared. The book lay at arm's length away from them and he felt Rozemyne's tongue seeking entry into his mouth which he obviously granted.
He was still insistent on finding that particular spot that his finger had found with his sword again, but the different dimensions made it quite hard to imagine. Rozemyne tilted her hip against him multiple times in her own rhythm as if she wanted to aid his search but it just threw him off even more from any rational approach. The pleasantness of their mana mixing where their bodies became one threw him even deeper into Beischmacht's domain, losing track of everything else around him.
Subconsciously he noticed her different reactions to his thrusts depending on their intensity and speed but all her sounds sounded approving in their own right. He took his hand to her pearl to elicit even more of those pleasant sounds but to his great surprise Rozemyne grew loud at that.
It threw him off at first, wondering whether he had hurt her and started to withdraw his sword from her chalice but that resulted in a growl.
“Don't stop, Ferdinand!”, she exclaimed with clear need in her voice as she had retreated from her own onslaught of his mouth to voice her disapproval and he quickly reverted his plan.
Maybe too fast judging from the loud slapping sound that emerged from them as he hurried to oblige with putting his sword back in and sunk in completely this time but Rozemyne did not voice any complaints. Instead she wrapped her legs around his hips as if she wanted to make sure that he could not leave her again.
Ferdinand was sure that she must have been using enhancement magic at that point as her grip was iron like. Since there was basically no back anymore due to her legs, he could only pound her forth into the mattress.
The force with which she was keeping him locked inside her had made him subconsciously slam into her to match her fervor.
He had not expected the springs inside the mattress to basically bounce her back onto his sword so immediately but he enjoyed the feeling of her chalice rushing to embrace his sword. The wet slapping noises from their eager approach were soon again accompanied from their own pleasure cries.
They started moaning in unison at the rhythm that had started to synchronize and which was uniting them, when Rozemyne screamed out loud once again in pleasure. He interpreted that as his cue to increase the speed of his thrusts even further, using a bit of his own enhancement magic to satisfy her every demand. He would not disappoint her a second time by stopping when she started to get vocal.
The sudden pulsating contractions of her chalice around his pistoning sword surprised him even more than the overwhelming inrush of her mana into her chalice. Her abrupt tightness that was gripping him without warning made him climax hard, spending his snow inside her almost immediately. He collapsed with his head on her breasts, his sword still held tight and continuously squeezed in a rhythmic fashion by Rozemyne's chalice as if she wanted to milk him dry, but he did not mind. He would give her whatever she demanded and if her chalice demanded all of his snow then he complied.
They caught their breath together and he could feel her relax under him as the contractions of her chalice eased down both in intensity and frequency.
His sword was completely spent as it glided out of her chalice, covered in a generous amount of the mixture of their mana-saturated liquids; its work was done for the night.
“I love you, Rozemyne”, he whispered while still panting heavily and looked up to her face with his cheek on her breast and he was met with the most saintly smile.
“I love you, too, Ferdinand”, she requited and embraced him tightly with a glow that he could only describe as more divine than any she had emitted while she had been dyed by the gods.
Schneeahst's snow and Verdrenna's thunder sealed their union under Sterrat's firmament.
It took them until the next morning to find out that they had only missed one last sentence from Elvira's story. And to his great satisfaction he did not have to explain those euphemisms to her at all.
