Melitta was breathless by the time they reached George's chamber. She didn't want to let go of his hand, but she reluctantly did so when she realised he needed both hands to properly bar the door against intruders.
For a moment, George put his back to the door and just drank her in.
Being stared at so intently while she wore another woman's ill-fitting dress was disconcerting, to say the least. "I have chests full of dresses like this back in my mother's apartments. Ones that fit me far better, for Mother and I made them for me. Once we decide where we shall live, I can send for them. Or we could go fetch them…"
Her voice trailed off into silence as George stepped forward to claim a kiss. And another one. And she soon forgot everything about clothing until he said, "My lady, I confess that while you look beautiful in it, the only desire I have for your gown is to extract you from it."
She laughed, and helped him undo the lacings. His hands were so warm through the thin silk, it was almost like wearing nothing at all, until she found she really did wear nothing at all. She'd never been naked before a man before. Melitta folded her arms across her breasts, suddenly shy.
George was too busy shucking off his own clothes to notice. His surcoat, his tunic and even his hose lay on the flagstones, on top of the puddle of silk she'd shed.
His strong arms lifted her, carrying her to the bed. "I've dreamed of this," he said.
Melitta swallowed. "I know."
He laughed ruefully. "Of course. So you know that I am no expert at loving a woman but I would like you to enjoy it." He reddened.
So did Melitta. "I'm…I am no expert either, as you know this is my first time. But I have touched the minds of many couples when they…couple…and I think I know what I might like, or at least, what I would like to try."
At first, she guided his hands over her breasts and between her thighs, letting out little gasps of pleasure as with each touch, he awoke desires in her she'd never felt before. It was one thing to taste another's desire, but something else entirely to be devoured by her own.
She began to moan as George's fingers found a rhythm inside her that built and built and built to a climax that made her cry out.
When Melitta descended from on high, she knew only one thing: she wanted more. More of him, more of him inside her, and more of the pleasures only he could give her.
"My lady," he began, looking concerned.
Melitta pressed a finger to his lips. "I'm not your lady yet. First, you must fill me with more than your fingers, and then, when you are all mine, only then, will I be yours."
"As my lady wishes," he replied with a mischievous glint in his eye. He grasped her hips, spreading her thighs wide.
Melitta closed her eyes. This would hurt for only a moment, she knew, and then…
George's tongue darted inside her, licking and sucking at tender flesh until she cried out anew.
"George!"
Slowly, he withdrew, wiping his mouth with his hand. "When you are all mine, I want to hear you call me your lord."
Melitta inclined her head. "We have an accord."
Her mouth was dry in anticipation, but Melitta had no desire to drink. She wanted George, and if he was willing… "Will you…lie on your back? I would like to try…something." Something that had made other women scream with pleasure. Something their lovers had enjoyed, too.
"As you desire, my lady." George flopped onto the furs, folding his arms behind his head.
Now she could truly take in the man she had married, in all his naked glory. Oh, she knew he was all lean, hard muscle, but one in particular drew her attention more than the others right now. She ran her fingers down his length, gently stroking him as she'd seen herself do in his dreams.
He groaned a little, thrusting his pelvis into her willing hands. She could give him pleasure with nothing but her hands, she knew, but neither of them would be satisfied with that. Not tonight.
Shivering in anticipation at her own daring, she climbed atop him. If she stroked him and he thrust his hips again in the same manner, he would be inside her.
Melitta made up her mind and reached down.
George laughed and grasped her hips as he thrust upward without warning. The tiniest sting – a mere needleprick, healed in a moment – was over before it had barely begun, and she could think only of the heat of him, the hardness of his length as he drove into her. Slowly, masterfully, in control of every moment as he watched her reaction.
Melitta closed her eyes, lost in his love and the sheer sensation of making love – and being made love to – for the first time.
Steadily, another climax built within her as she felt the same need for release radiating from George. She knew he was close when he drove into her that penultimate time, sending her soul careening out among the stars. Yet she squeezed him within her, and felt his mind fly up alongside hers. The joint sensation was so exquisite, it surpassed anything she imagined even heaven could offer.
"Oh God!" she cried as George groaned his pleasure aloud.
Then she heard him laugh. "No, not a god. Just your lord, my lady. As you are mine."
She squeezed him again, and was surprised to discover it shot a little bolt of pleasure through her own loins. "My lord," she repeated. "I hope you plan on more lovemaking tonight, and every other night, because as long as you are my lord, I will want you in my bed."
She winced as George withdrew and went to clean himself up. "I will grant your wish, my lady, but I have one wish of my own."
"Oh?" Melitta tried to keep her face blank as the thought of all the things men liked their lovers to do in bed. She hoped he wasn't about to ask her to –
"In the interests of remaining your lord for as long as possible, I have one question about the dozen who died by your single blow."
Melitta swallowed. Oh. That.
"What did they do to offend you so, that they needed to die?"
She wet her lips. "They tried to steal my honey from me."
His eyebrows flew up. "Honey? God forbid I ever try to steal your honey. I shall devote the rest of my life to providing you with every kind of sweetness you might desire, and defending you from anyone who might try to steal from you. May you never need to land another blow again."
It was her turn to laugh. "Not even if we hear of another dragon that must be slain?"
"Dragons are different." He lay down beside her once more. "And while I have never seen a lady look more beautiful in silk than you did tonight, I cannot get the vision out of my head of you, yesterday. Slaying that dragon and striding out of the flames like a goddess. Why, just the memory is enough to reinvigorate me for another round or two, at least."
"Another…?" Melitta followed his gaze and blushed. "I wanted to throw you down on the ground outside that cave and have my way with you," she admitted.
"Then you must have been reading my mind."
He entered her again, chuckling at her gasp of delight, and between his tender lovemaking and passionate kisses, Melitta didn't care whether the thoughts in her head were his or her own. She loved him, and if he was the prize for slaying a dragon, the rest of the dragons in the world could go on living, for she had the most perfect happy ending to her very own fairytale, without a prince or princess in sight.