A Day To Remember (Demonio)

He had always thought true love was something that only existed in stories. His mother would tell him how she had fallen in love with his father and how she had known that he was the one for her the moment she laid eyes on him. Back then, as a pup, Demonio had thought that was how all parents were. They all fell in love and had kids. How could they not when his parents had been a physical representation of it? After their death and the death of his sister, the ivory knight had come to the cruel realization that life wasn't how he had always pictured it. Just like ther was good, there was also bad. But it was so much worse than he could have ever imagined.


He'd come to terms with the fact that sometimes fate just wanted to knock you down and pummel you into the ground until you wished you were dead. That's how he was living after leaving he land of his birth. That's how he'd continued living even once he'd arrived in Alacritis. And it would've been the way he would've continued living had fate not decided to have mercy on him and give him the hope that he needed to restore his faith in life; Desdemona. Fate knew what she was doing when she presented him with his warrior goddess. She scarred, physically and mentally, and yet that took nothing away from her perfection. She understood him like no one could and he her. There was a mutual understanding that though their pasts shadowed them, they could help each other. And that's what they did. Just how they did it perhaps no one would know, but the connection between the two healed them. Their past would always remain, but it was something that would no longer define them. Their love for each other and their future together was now what they were.


So much pain and so much loss only to be rewarded with something beyond his wildest dreams; a soulmate, a wife. And now he was being given the opportunity to truly love her, to demonstrate how committed he was to her, how he would give everything up to her because he never wanted to spend a day apart from her. He could feel her rising farther up against him, her warm tongue lashing against his visage, swiping at the tear that had managed to slip through. Good lord, how he loved this woman. How would he ever explain to her just how much he did? Her body became relaxed beneath his as she bathed his jaws in kisses, slipping out from beneath him to stand before him, limbs splayed, plume curled away. Her beautiful face turned to gaze at him, asking him to love her. His heart leapt into his throat, the fire burning white-hot in his loins. He stepped forward, nuzzling her haunches, nipping her gently as he made his way around her bodice, starting from her right side, kissing and nipping her along the way until he reached her ear. I won't stop until you ask me to Desdemona. He whispered huskily into her ear, tugging at it gently as he continued his circling around her until he was behind her once more, dual-colored gems flickering from her haunches to his wife's eyes. He wanted to mount her and have his way with her right then and there, but this was something special. Something that couldn't, wouldn't be rushed.


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