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Wonyoung looks like a dream; dressed to the nines, with a pretty, sparkling tiara atop her head. The hem of her gown brushes by the floor with each movement of her hips, and a hand slides across her corseted waist.
Winter takes a sip of her scotch with a grimace, because Wonyoung’s her dream, and yet, she’s not the one dancing with her.
“It’s a wonder that prince Yujin can’t feel your eyes glaring into the back of her head,” Prince Ryujin says on Winter’s right with a knowing smile, and it causes the blonde to release a deep sigh.
“Am I being that obvious?” the newlywed asks; she’s still getting used to the idea that Wonyoung’s hers now, that there’s no risk of her running away, not that Wonyoung would wish to-
“Yes,” Ryujin tells her, “but with a wife like her-” both of them look to Wonyoung again, and the younger of the two princes shakes her head, swallowing thickly, “who can blame you.”
Wonyoung would never do anything to hurt Winter, and the prince knows it. She knows she loves her, through and through, or Wonyoung wouldn’t have married Winter over one of her sisters, who are closer in line to inheriting the throne.
There’s something else, a different emotion hiding under the hot fires of jealousy that lick heat against Winter’s throat- a feeling in her chest that becomes apparent when Wonyoung makes her way over to her after her dance.
Winter’s proud that Wonyoung’s hers, and the jealousy of seeing her in the arms of others doesn’t stem from the thought of losing Wonyoung- but the thought of losing precious moments where she could be in Yujin’s arms instead.
When the two of them arrive at her suite in the wing of the castle Winter had gifted Wonyoung for her wedding present, Winter is quick to dismiss her royal ladies in waiting.
“But, her dress-” her head maid protests, as Winter ushers them from her room.
“I’ll help her out of it,” the prince assures the shocked and now scandalized trio of women who usually help Wonyoung with her nightly duties, especially when removing a dress from a ball is involved.
But this won’t be the first time Winter helps Wonyoung out of her clothes - she’d wrangled with the many lacy ribbons of her wedding gown after all - and it definitely won’t be the last, because when she turns to look at her, there’s a hunger in Winter’s eyes that Wonyoung only sees when a thorough unwrapping is involved.
Wonyoung is Winter’s little present, and she can tell that the prince can’t wait to get to her- God, Winter has a thing for opening her up-
“Darling?” Wonyoung holds out her hands for her, and Winter is quick to approach her. “Are you alright?”
“I’m perfect,” Winter tells her, grabbing at her waist and leaning up to kiss Wonyoung. Winter’s mouth lingers on her own, teeth gently grazing by her lip, and she finds herself sighing as she melts against the prince’s strong hold.
“You looked upset-” Wonyoung tried to continue as Winter moves to press her lips to her neck, “when I was dancing with Yujin-”
“Are you suggesting I was jealous?” Winter smiles against her throat, nipping at her skin and making Wonyoung groan.
“Well were you?”
Winter’s hand slips behind her, and she tugs at one of the ribbons keeping her corset tight, the ribbed fabric slackens ever so slightly. “You’re my wife,” Winter tells her, pinching her sides a little between two fingers, “I have no need to be jealous… do I?”
Winter’s so handsome- her brown eyes dark and seductive, her lips as kissable as they’ve ever been-
“No,” Wonyoung assured her, swallowing thickly. “No need to be jealous at all.”
“Good,” Winter breathes, releasing her side in favour of spinning Wonyoung around so her back is to her chest. Winter’s mouth returns to her throat, and she ghosts her lips to her ear, making Wonyoung shiver with sensitivity as her fingers begin to work at her corset. “If anything…” Winter continues, “I was upset that other princes still find it appropriate to ask you to dance, even though you’re my wife.”
“Yujin only wanted to inquire as to how our honeymoon went.”
“And?”
Winter swiftly tugs at the roping of her corset and Wonyoung stifles a groan at the sensation before responding. “I told her I couldn’t have wished for anything better.”
“I’m not so sure that’s true.”
Winter’s breath is hot against her bare shoulders, and her words make Wonyoung’s stomach twist into excited knots.
“What do you mean?”
“Well…” Winter continues to unwrap Wonyoung with unforgiving fingers, tugging at her corset, “I know it’s too early to tell, but I’m sure my little princess would love to have come out of our honeymoon more full than when she’s started.”
“Do you mean-” her heart is thundering in her chest and Wonyoung can hardly find the words.
Luckily, she doesn't have to, because Winter is quick to fill in the gaps, pressing her lips to her neck again as she whispers, “A baby. I know you’d like for me to give you one.”
“We’re newlyweds-”
“So?” Winter chuckles, and a moment later her corset is undone enough for her to pull it up and over her head. “Be honest, tell me you don’t want to give me an heir.”
Wonyoung opens her mouth- but nothing comes out. Because Winter is right, as she always is when it comes to her wants and needs.
Of course Wonyoung wants to give Winter an heir. As a princess, she’s grown up knowing she’d marry a prince and help her sire a number of adorable little royals.
Truth be told, one of the things that had drawn Wonyoung to her had been the way Winter interacted with her cousins, children that would run up to her- and despite her princely stature, Winter always had time to entertain them, with a glint of adoration in her eye that had convinced Wonyoung she was the one to marry- more so than any of the other princes.
Sure, being a queen would be nice- but Wonyoung’s never been one who thirsts for power. No, she’d much rather prefer a luxurious, happy life, with a prince who loves her, and children running around.
Winter also happens to be right about the fact that it’s much too early to tell if Wonyoung’s pregnant. Her wedding night had been the kind of whirlwind that left Wonyoung weak in the legs and unable to get out of bed- not that Winter had minded.
“What do you say, princess?” Winter asks, turning Wonyoung in her arms so she can look her in the eyes. “Should we continue to practice baby making and hope this one sticks?”
“As if I’d ever say no to you,” Wonyoung smiles, pressing her hands to her shoulders and bringing her mouth down to Winter’s.
It’s nice to already be thinking about children with Winter, and to be speaking about it openly like this. Wonyoung’s kisses are more passionate now, and Winter’s tongue slips into her mouth, teasing her.
A whimper bubbles out of Wonyoung’s chest, and Winter returns it with a growl of her own.
Her hands slip down to her legs, and she lifts Wonyoung off the floor effortlessly.
Despite the long fabrics of her gown, she is able to wrap her legs around Winto waist securely, and she carries Wonyoung the short distance to her bed.
Winter doesn’t simply toss Wonyoung down, as a motion like that would dislodge the tiara from her hair. Instead, she holds her with one hand, reaching up to take the crown off her head while Wonyoung marvels at her strength.
“Winter-” Wonyoung whines her name as Winter’s lips make contact with her throat, tongue trailing up her jugular-
With her tiara safely in her grasp, she lowers Wonyoung to the mattress, and her gown floofs out around her before Winter pulls away looking down at Wonyoung with lust filled eyes.
“You’re so beautiful-” Winter breathes, taking off her own crown. “How are you always so beautiful?”
Winter’s such a sweet talker, and it makes Wonyoung smile as she gathers up her skirts, teasing them up her legs.
“Would you hate me if I tore your dress?” Winter asks, and it brings Wonyoung back to her wedding night again.
“I could never hate you,” Wonyoung tells her, watching as Winter sets her heels to the side, free hands now grabbing at her legs- “but my dress maker would have a fit.”
Winter sighs. “And we can’t have that, can we?”
“No,” Wonyoung shakes her head, “it would be unprincely of you-”
“Would it really be unprincely of me, naughty princess?”
Winter’s warm palm skims up her thigh, pushing her skirt fabrics and underdress higher.
“Very scandalous of the both of us, I think,” Wonyoung tells her, shifting on the bed as Winter’s hands reach her panties.
On her wedding night, she’d simply burrowed under all the fabric, mouth eagerly searching out her pussy- but that’s not what Winter does this time.
This time, it’s her fingers that rub against her entrance, playing with Wonyoung through her underwear. “Already so wet for me, darling,” Winter coos. “I didn’t realize talking about babies would do this to you.”
Wonyoung whines Winter’s name as she pushes her panties to the side, and two of her fingers easily slip into her core.
“Such pretty sounds from my pretty princess,” Winter groans, thumb finding her clit.
The sensation makes Wonyoung whimper again, pushing her hips up toward her hand.
“Steady, princess,” Winter warns Wonyoung, free hand flattening in all the fabrics around her waist.
She pins her to the bed as easily as ever, and there’s something so freeing in the slight confinement.
“Let me open you up.”
Winter’s very good at foreplay- good at getting Wonyoung prepped to take her cock. She’d been a virgin on her wedding night- as is custom for royals in her position, and she’s still not used to the size of Winter- she’s not sure she’ll ever be.
But at least Wonyoung can take two fingers easily now, and the feeling of them curling up and stroking her inner walls has her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“Does that feel good, princess?” Winter’s lips press against her inner thigh and Wonyoung twitches at the feeling.
“Yes- Winter- you’re so good to me-”
“You deserve it, don’t you, wife?”
Wonyoung moans as Winter crooks her fingers just right, finding the spot that makes her toes curl. “Yes- please-”
“Please what?”
Wonyoung swallows thickly, grabbing at her skirts to pull them higher. “I need you-”
“Where?” Winter asks, stroking her spot, “here?”
“I want to be full, like you said-” It’s becoming harder and harder to form coherent sentences, her mind much too fixed on the feeling of pleasure that’s coursing through her with each motion of Winter’s fingers.
“How about you cum for me first?” Winter suggests. “You can be my good little princess wife and cum for me, right?”
Winter’s words make the chord in Wonyoung’s stomach tighten, and when her thumb begins to rub gentle circles on her clit it’s enough to make her snap, gasping loudly as her orgasm is torn out of Wonyoung by her prince.
“That’s it,” Winter groans, pumping her fingers in and out of her core expertly as her thumb continues to work her most sensitive spot. “You always sound so pretty for me, darling. My pretty little princess.”
Wonyoung moans louder, enjoying the praise that always seems to tumble out of her prince. She loves Winter more than she could ever express-
“Winter-” Wonyoung whimpers her name when the feeling of pleasure almost begins to be too much for her to handle, and Winter relents, slowing her pace and taking the pressure off her clit.
Winter pulls her fingers from Wonyoung, and she opens her eyes to watch her royal lover do something completely sinful- Winter seductively licks her digits clean, groaning at her taste.
The vision makes her pussy twitch with interest again, and Wonyoung lets out a small gasp, feeling needier than ever. She never thought marriage could be like this- never thought she’d get as lucky as she’d would’ve been with Winter.
“My love-” her pet-name for her draws Winter’s attention back down to Wonyoung, and she takes her hand from her lips, spit covered fingers finding the buttons at the front of her royal attire.
“Just a moment, darling,” Winter assures Wonyoung.
Wonyoung’s impatient- more impatient than she’s ever been in her life.
That’s the thing about Winter- with her, all her royal training can go out the window. She brings out the feral side of Wonyoung, a side reserved just for her.
“I know, princess, I know,” Winter sighs, “I’m not sure I can wait either.”
There’s always so much fabric that needs to be taken off- so many buttons and ribbons and layers-
Wonyoung doesn't want her to tear her clothes, but she knows neither of them have the time or patience for the dressing gown that’s still covering her form. So Wonyoung does what she thinks will be easiest, crawling slightly up the bed and flipping onto her stomach, hiking her dress up high to her waist, arching her back-
“Princess-” Winter’s voice is breathy, and a moment later she’s grabbing at Wonyoung’s sides with her large hand, massaging her and pressing her warm palm to Wonyoung’s skin. “You’re so beautiful- always so beautiful for me.”
“Winter-” Wonyoung whines, “I need you-”
Wonyoung can hear the rustling of fabric, perhaps the sound of Winter pushing her pants down, and then she’s joining her on the bed the next. “How did I ever get so lucky?” Winter asks, spreading her so she can access her core.
The head of Winter’s cock begins pressing to her entrance, and Wonyoung can tell from the feeling of it that she has lubed it- likely with her own spit.
The thought has Wonyoung arching her back even more, eager for Winter to push into her-
“Pleasee-”
“Relax for me, princess, I don’t want to hurt you-” Winter’s breath is hot against her back, and it makes Wonyoung shiver. She does her best to clear her mind, to release the tension in her body-
The head of her cock slips in and Wonyoung moans desperately, pressing her face down against the bed to muffle the sound-
A gentle hand wraps around her throat, forcing Wonyoung to tilt her head out of the covers- “I want to hear you,” Winter whispers, kissing her cheek and nosing her skin. “Want to hear all your pretty sounds-”
“So deep-” Wonyoung whimpers as Winter sheiths herself inside of her, hips flush with her legs. “So big-”
Winter smiles, and Wonyoung knows she enjoys the praise for her size- enjoys stretching Wonyoung out to accommodate her massive girth-
In all her princess training, one of the big rules was never to swear, but Wonyoung finds all sorts of naughty words coming to mind as Winter ruts into her, quickening her pace as Wonyoung gets used to her cock.
Wonyoung bites her tongue, releasing whimpers and whines while Winter kisses her shoulders and neck, one hand pressed against the small of her back to keep her pinned.
Winter had been similarly trained, and the first ‘fuck’ Wonyoung ever heard slip past her lips on their wedding night had opened the flood gate for them both- but in the short time they’ve been married, Wonyoung’s become accustomed to letting her make the first move.
Tonight, the first swear to grace her ears is a low “shit,” it’s whispered as Winter’s fingers dig into her hip, pace quickening- and her teeth grazing by Wonyoung’s ear. “You sound perfect, princess- I want to fill you so bad- you want to be filled, right?”
Wonyoung moaned loudly, nodding as she found her own words. “Please- Winter-”
“Tell me, darling, tell me you want to be full.”
“I want to be full-”
“Tell me you want to be bred- want to be all swollen and pretty for me-” Winter fucks into Wonyoung harder. “You’re going to give me pretty little heirs- pretty little heirs from my pretty little princess-”
“I want to be bred-” Wonyoung repeats diligently, grabbing at the sheets to ground herself as the pleasure between her legs increases rapidly- “I want to give you all the pretty little heirs- please, Winter-”
“Your pussy is getting so tight around my cock, darling-” she groans sinfully in her ear. “You’re doing so well for me- always so good-”
“Please-” Wonyoung whines again, feeling her orgasm getting closer and closer-
“Always such good manners too,” Winter chuckles, lips teasing by her ear. “Who’s my good, well mannered, needy little princess?”
“I am-” Wonyoung shivers, closing her eyes and enjoying the perfect feeling of being fucked by her lover-
“Yeah, you are-” Winter breathes, pressing her fingers against her hip again. “You deserve to be full, right? Deserve to have that pretty pussy coated in cum-”
Wonyoung loves when Winter talks dirty like this, and she whines loudly in response, nodding as she holds off her orgasm, eager to reach her high with Winter.
“Are you close, princess?”
“Uh huh-” Wonyoung nods eagerly, “waiting for you-”
“Yeah?” Wonyoung feels Winter’s grin against her shoulder. “Good princess. Tell me you want me to cum with you.”
“I want you to,” Wonyoung confirmed.
“Say the whole sentence, darling, I want to hear the words coming from my perfect princess- wanna hear you admitting how dirty you are for me.”
“I want you to cum with me-” Wonyoung whimpers, a flush of embarrassment heating her skin at the full admittance. “Want you to fill me up-”
“Fuck, you sound so pretty-” Winter groans. “I’m almost there- keep talking, keep talking for me-”
“Please- Winter- it feels so good- I just want to be full!” She gives up on all her self restraint, and the moans of appreciation in her ear spur Wonyoung on. “You’ll make me full- I know you will- always make me so perfectly full and satisfied-”
“Shit-” Winter sounds glorious even when she moans, and Wonyoung thinks this must truly be love, as Winter pins her to the bed harder and uses Wonyoung to reach her own end while she enjoys every moment of it- every motion-
“Please-” Wonyoung says again, knowing that Winter loves it when she begs for her. “I’m so close- I just want to cum with you-”
“Then cum with me angel- let go and squeeze my cock with that pretty fucking princess pussy of yours-”
A shiver of stimulation runs through her body as Wonyoung lets go, and a surge of release squirts out from her core, causing Wonyoung to gasp and grab at the bedsheets.
Winter is moaning loudly behind Wonyoung, and she can feel her cumming deep in her pussy, Winter’s forehead pressed against her shoulder, fingers digging into her hips as she rides them both through their orgasms.
Wonyoung loves giving in to Winter- giving her complete control. Wonyoung trusts her more than she’s ever trusted anyone. The thought of having children with Winter is in the periphery of her mind as her heart races and her pussy pulses around her cock. Something tells Wonyoung that the two of them will have no problem producing a sweet little heir.
“You feel so good- so perfect for me,” Winter groans in her ear as her thrusts begin to slow.
The most Wonyoung can do is smile, mind too hazy to come up with a worded response- not that Winter needs one, as she presses kisses along her throat.
Winter’s hips come to a stop, cock still buried deep in her pussy. “You know… I’m not sure if this really did the trick.”
“What do you mean?” Wonyoung asked, confused.
“I just mean… maybe you’ll get pregnant from this, but maybe I should strip us both naked and try again, you know… to better the odds.”
Yeah, she’ll definitely have no problems producing an heir with Winter, and with a laugh, Wonyoung agrees to the idea, knowing she has a long, wonderful night ahead of her.