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The Leveilleur Estate was quiet and the hour late; all occupants sleeping soundly save one. Ameliance lay in bed tossing and turning, hand clutched over her stomach. Her cycle had begun once more and painful cramps tore through her body. She clenched her eyes and tried to stifle her whimpers, letting out shaky breaths so as not to wake her sleeping husband beside her. These symptoms were common enough and she knew she was in for a sleepless night and an exhausted day ahead of her. Not much could be done beyond waiting for them to subside. Potions, tinctures and various manners of medicinal teas hardly helped to ease her pain and discomfort.
Curling up into a ball and trying to not cry as another cramps assaulted her, she felt a hand tenderly brush her cheek. Whipping her head around, her watery gaze landed on Fourchenault half sitting up and awake, a sleepy but concerned look on his face and voice slightly hoarse from sleep. "I was stirred awake by your cries. What is wrong my beloved?"
"N-nothing." Ameliance sucks in a shaky breath. Mustering up the best smile she could "I'm sorry I disturbed your sleep, darling. Please pay me no mind."
Fourchenault sits up fully,sees Ameliance clutching her stomach, and puts two and two together. His face softened and chided her gently. "You know you can wake me when your cycle is like this, Ameliance. I hate to see you in pain."
Fourchenault shifts his weight and tenderly pulls Ameliance's hands away from her stomach. The glow of healing magicks softly lit up the room as he gently rested his hand on her stomach. Concentrating on coaxing the healing aether to provide relief to Ameliance. Ameliance let out a sigh as a particularly bad spasm faded under his ministrations and the pain easing. She parted her lips to let him know she was fine, but the words were torn from her as another vicious cramp ripped through her, causing her to audibly cry out and clutch at her stomach and knock his hands away as she curled in on herself once more. She squeezed her shut and tried to stop her tears. 'This is going to be a long night...'
"Oh Ameliance..." Fourchenault breathed out worriedly. He moved to lay next to her, hand tenderly stroking her hair. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't stifle her sobs and burrowed into Fourchenault's arms.
"I'm...I'm sorry" Ameliance choked out as hot tears poured down her cheeks. "No-normally they are n-not thi-" she winced, sucking in a sharp breath "-this bad..."
He pulled her further into his embrace and ran through everything he knew of healing magicks, tonics, and tinctures, wondering if there was something he could do to ease her pain. Her cries were tearing at his heart. The lack of apparent solution to her pain was irritating. Brows pinching in frustration and huffing out a defeated sigh, he placed a tender kiss to Ameliance's brow, tossed the comforter off, and moved to leave the bed, throwing his pride aside. His father was downstairs, most likely asleep in his personal study. Certainly a man of Louisoix's considerable knowledge knew of a solution…
Ameliance's hands reached out and clutched his nightshirt as she whimpered. "Don't leave, Fourchenault. Please..."
"I will return in but a moment, Ameliance," hands resting over hers. "Surely my father will know of something to ease your discomfort. I cannot bear to see you like this and know I cannot help ease your hurts."
Blush blooming on Ameliance's face, she flicked her eyes away from her husband's concerned gaze. "There is… ah… one thing that can… help. B-but I would not ask you to… to do so."
Fourchenault pulled her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles sweetly. "Tell me and whatever it is I will obtain it for you, my love."
She squirmed uncomfortably and bit her lip, blush deepening. This was not something she had really discussed with her husband before, they were still practically newlyweds having been only married for three months. She had been raised that a woman's cycle was just a natural part of life and not something to trouble others about, the pains said cycle brought about included. Glancing up and seeing the pleading look on Fourchenault's face, she gulped "I um… when my cycles are this unpleasant... ah I sometimes use my fi-fingers..." she trailed off, unable to complete the sentence. She inhaled and slamming her eyes shut she let out in a rush "Iusemyfingerstobringmyselfpleasureandithelpstoeasethepainsometimes."
It took a moment for her mumbled words to process but once they did Fourchenault's eyes widened in shock. The blush staining his wife's cheeks was practically glowing and she was refusing to look at him. He cupped her chin and tipped it up to try and get her to meet his gaze. When she refused, he sighed softly. "There is naught I would not do for you, my beloved. You need only but ask."
Her eyes flew open and she turned to stare at Fourchenault in disbelief. "Fourchenault I could not ask you... my cycle is ongoing and you-"
"I would simply make sure we are both cleaned up in the aftermath," interrupting her. "Do you think so little of me that something as normal as your monthly bleed would drive me away? You are my wife, Ameliance. I promised to take care of you, and this is but a small part of that promise." His gaze tender and imploring, hand still holding her chin, his thumb ran over her cheek in what he prayed was a soothing manner.
She could not respond, did not know what to say in the face of his declaration. Brown eyes searching his face for...something, she was not sure. When she still made no move to speak or move, Fourchenault did it for her.
"Lay on your back," he implored quietly. She sucked in a breath, nodding mutely and positioning herself, stomach reminding her that her cramps were still present as she winced.
Fourchenault laid on his side next to her. Pressing a loving kiss to her cheek, his hand reached down to the hem of her nightgown and began to pull it up.
"Lift your hips up, my love."
Doing as he asked, she adjusted herself and allowed him to bunch her nightgown at her waist, and she shivered as she felt him sliding her smalls down her legs, mound exposed to the cooler air in the room.
Embarrassment oozed out of her every pore and she couldn't bring herself to look at her husband. This felt so wrong. Against everything she was taught while growing up. She could not believe he was doing this... Hearing a bemused chuckle, she dared to glance at her husband and had the air knocked from her lungs at his burning gaze and small smile. "I will admit, seeing you this bashful is quite fetching. A different side to my usually confident and headstrong wife."
Her eyes flared in anger at his teasing and she responded harshly before she could stop herself "Do not dare tease me Fourchenault! Not when you know-" she was cut off when his lips sealed against her own, effectively silencing her. She felt his hand on her stomach slide between her legs and gasped when he brushed teasingly against her clit, allowing his tongue to force its way into her mouth. She moaned as his fingers trailed up and down her slit, pleasure striking her like levin and slowly spreading through her core.
Every time she attempted to pull back from the kiss, Fourchenault hungrily chased her, unwilling to let her stray far and unrelenting in his desire to see her pain eased. His fingers continued to tease her folds, causing her to squirm under his maddening ministrations. She finally managed to pull away from his kiss and tossed her head back, greedily sucking in air into her lungs and whimpered at the pleasurable feeling he was invoking, her pain slowly forgotten. His lips found purchase just under her ear and lightly nipped at the sensitive skin, causing her to let out a wanton cry.
His thumb brushed her clit and fingers already soaked in her slick, he parted her folds and inserted a finger into her slowly, gently moving in and out at a lazy pace. Her soft, pleasure filled cries echoed in the room. Lips grazed the shell of her ear, and he whispered softly, "You always look so beautiful, my Ameliance. Your voice one of the loveliest sounds. And you are so much more sensitive as you are now. I wonder-" He muses, pulling his finger all the way out "-just how loudly I can make you sing." Slamming his finger back into her, Ameliance jerked into his thrust and cried out loudly. Thumbing her clit, he pumped into her repeatedly. She thrashed below him, embarrassment all but forgotten, drowned in the heat burning through her.
He pulled his finger out fully and carefully moved to insert a second finger into her, taking care not to hurt her as she stretched to fit both of his fingers. Her walls clamped tight around the digits and her chest heaved raggedly. Gently moving his fingers once more to give her time to adjust, an idea struck him and he slowed to a stop and removed his fingers. Ameliance whimpered at the unexpected loss of pleasure and turned her head to look questioningly at her husband.
"'Fo-Fourchenault...?"
He seemed lost in thought, not looking at her and instead at his hand between her legs and let out a murmur "I cannot help but wonder..."
Before Ameliance could ask, his fingers began to slowly thrust inside her, and her eyes widened when the familiar glow of healing aether emanated from his hand. He pumped his fingers back into her and she let out a scream. "Fourchenault!" His fingers combined with the aether he was pushing into her set every nerve in her on fire. Eyes slamming shut, hands fisting into the sheets, she did everything she could to keep herself from launching herself off the bed. She felt warm lips on her neck and a murmured, "Breathe, my beloved."
She forced herself to take a broken breath, and her entire body quaked in a haze of pleasure. Fourchenault's warm chuckle sounded downright sinful and further fanned the inferno raging inside her. He kept a steady pace and continued pumping aether coated fingers into her dripping core, never slowing and occasionally brushing her clit. No longer caring about any sort of decorum and embarrassment long since banished, Ameliance begged in a wanton mewl "M-more... pleas-ah!" Her body bowed on the bed, hands twisting tightly in the sheets. "More Fourchenault! Please!" she begged.
He shifted positions so he could lean over her and gaze heatedly into her lust clouded eyes. His lips ghosted over hers. "As you wish, my love."
Continuing feather light and tender kisses to her lips, Fourchenault settled for a quicker pace of pumping his fingers into her core. Ameliance cried out and thrashed below him. He began to feel her walls fluttering around his fingers and knew she was close. So lost in the mind numbing pleasure, Ameliance could do nothing more than moan as a few tears trailed down her cheeks.
With a small final burst of healing aether and a few rapid thrusts, Ameliance came careening over the edge and screamed her release. Her body locked up while wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her as Fourchenault kept gently pumping into her release to prolong its effect. She felt as if she couldn't breathe, and when she was finally able to take a breath, she collapsed back down onto the bed, panting harshly and blinking dazedly, her vision unable to focus as spots danced in her eyes.
She felt Fourchenault slowly remove his fingers from her core and he placed a tender kiss above her eye before she felt him move away. She was still trembling slightly and coming down from her high when she felt the bed dip again and a warm and wet sensation between her legs which caused her to shiver as he brushed against her still sensitive core. She dragged her eyes down to see Fourchenault tenderly cleaning her with a rag between her legs. Feeling her eyes on him, he returned her gaze and moved to sit closer to her head. He cupped her cheek with his now clean hand, concern clouding his expression. "Are you well, Ameliance? Are you still in pain?"
She gave him a small smile, exhaustion slowly settling into her bones. "I feel better." Hand clasping the one on her cheek and voice heavy with sleep. "Love you, Fourchenault."
"And I you, my Ameliance." He gazed at her lovingly, placing a kiss on her wrist. "Sleep well, my love."
She gave a content hum as her breathing began to even out. He moved, placing the washcloth on the night table and with some minor difficulty, managed to adjust her nightgown back down so she didn't get cold while she slept. He grabbed the earlier tossed aside comforter and pulled it over the two of them. Tucking Ameliance into his side, she let out a content noise in her sleep as she snuggled into him. His final thoughts before sleep fully claimed him was to figure out how to discreetly search The Noumenon for any mention of aether being applied as he just had done to Ameliance in past medical cases…