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The Winter Solstice, Wyll’s favorite time of year. When the fjord was barely frozen over, and snow was just beginning to fall. He had just married Lyrah a few months ago during the Summer Solstice, and now he would be spending his first time of year with his sunshine.
His strides were long as he slowly opened the door to their bedchambers. The evergreen decorations filled the room with a fresh smell. His horns were decorated by lovely wife, who had added jingle bells and red ribbon to his horns. A memory from that morning filled his mind.
A wicked smile on her face, “a Duke must look his best.”
“Of course my love,” he chuckled as he sat perfectly straight for her while her delicate fingers ran over his delicate horns causing a gentle whisper to escape his lips.
Gods his cheeks burned just thinking of that morning. Now that his dukely duties were over, he could spend time with his beloved wife.
“Lyrah, my darling…” Wyll announced his arrival looking around.
With each step he took the bells announced where he was, gods if he still went into combat often it would announce his every movement. His eyes lit up and his breath hitched as he saw Lyrah walked out in a silk red robe. Gods he wanted to worship her.
“My handsome devil has returned…” Lyrah purred in a sultry voice.
Wyll slowly approached practically falling to his knees before her as she sat on the four post bed that’s as draped in warm emerald velvet sheets and chiffon. She gently tilted his face towards her own. Love and adoration shared between both of them as they both leaned forward to kiss the other.
As the two pulled away an almost pathetic sound escaped Wyll. Lyrah giggled against his lips feeling the gentle scratch of his facial hair on her skin. Lyrah slowly opened her legs feeling as he nuzzled her thigh. He wanted nothing more than to worship his beloved wife.
“May… I please…” Wyll whispered.
Lyrah hummed gently tracing his horns causing him to whimper. There was a soft jingle of the bells as he nuzzled her hand, gently kissing her wrist.
“Let me please you…” Wyll whispered in a begging whiny tone.
Lyrah had a smug smirk on her face as she guided him to her thigh which he gently kissed and bit the skin of her inner thigh. He licked and soothed the bite. Lyrah let out a pleasured sigh as she guided him to her cunt which was not clothed which was a welcoming surprise for Wyll. He gently traced a path with tongue up her slit. He felt her hands gently grab his horns, it was an unsaid praise he knew he was doing a good job. He gently gripped her thigh with his domaint hand and with the other he gently gripped the globe of her rear. Gods, he felt amazing. Lyrah arched her back as she let out a soft moan her hips bucking against his face. Her eyes fluttering shut as she enjoyed the movement of his tongue.
Lyrah could feel every suckle, every lick, every breath on her skin. Her heart raced as she felt the knot of need grow. Each time she tugged on his horns to force his tongue deeper into her depths she heard the jingle of the bells. Lyrah could almost hear every needy whine he made as he feasted upon her depths.
“You’re such a good boy Wyll..” She moaned.
Wyll felt a burn in his loins at the praise. He continued his efforts as he chased her praise, he was determined to make her finish. He looked between her ever so soft thighs to see her eyes fluttered shut. She was close and he knew it. He continued his efforts, her folds and juices ever his favorite treat since they had married. He continued his efforts switching between her clit and her depths, he could feel her pelvis weakly bucking into his face. She was so close, and with her words slurring praises he knew he was doing a good job.
Finally that sweet release came for Lyrah, her cries of pleasure echoing across their bedchamber. She panted for a moment, her breasts practically heaving from each breath she took as she watched Wyll lick his lips of her glorious ambrosia. Both of their eyes ever filled with love and hunger. In a sultry motion, she beckoned him forward which Wyll happily obliged. Lyrah gently pushed him into the bed, soon straddling him. She could feel his hardened length through the fine fabric of his pants. She tugged on the fine fabrics of his tailcoat pulling him into a fierce passionate kiss. The bells on his horns jingling with each small movement he made.
She gently undid the fine latches and buttons of his clothes leaving him shirtless. She gently traced the spines that were under his skin down his body. Wyll let out a small gasp, the heat he felt made his body ache. The ache in his loins desperately needing release. Gods they both needed each other. She gently undid his pants enough to free his aching cock. She gently pressed a kiss to the head, her hand running along the spines and ridges in reverence. He let out a needy moan and Lyrah knew this wouldn’t be fair to her handsome devil.
She straddled him, her hips hovering over him. He could feel her welcoming heat and he desperately wanted to thrust into her, but patients was a virtue. She gently eased down onto him. A satisfied groan escaping Wyll. His hands found the globes of her rear gently digging his nails into the skin creating soft angry lines in their wake. As she rode him, she tugged on his horns causing his senses to heighten. Both of them moaned and groaned in satisfaction. Lyrah set the pace and Wyll tried to keep up. His head rested on her chest, leaving kisses across the tops of her breasts and up to her collar bone. Both of them were nearing their highs and Wyll was determined to make her finish first, but Lyrah had other plans. She gently massaged his horns causing him to lose focus. His orgasm was rapidly approaching. He was losing focus and he feared he would disappoint her with his inexperience and the inability to please, yet as Lyrah rode him he looked up to see the face of bliss. It was all the reassurance he needed.
“Good boy… You’re such a good boy for me Wyll.. oh fuck!” Lyrah cried out as she came with him.
The two panted, their sweat slicker bodies clinging together as she came down from their highs.
In a shaky voice he asked, “did I do good?”
Lyrah smiled whispering, “just perfect.”
The two stayed entangled in one another’s arms listening to crackle of the fireplace and looking out the forest covered window. Wyll pressed reverent kisses all over Lyrah’s face as she gently undid the ribbon and bells she decorated his horns with. She laughed after each ticklish kiss. They both stared into one another’s eyes as they both cupped on another’s cheeks. It had been an amazing solstice, it felt like a beautiful dream; one sleep would ruin for the two.