Summary: Elain and Lucien are reunited after a year of civil war within Prythian. Lucien brings Elain back to Day to marry her in secret, and do something very sinful in the High Temple.
** Happiest of Birthdays to my dear @moononastring!! The Queen of Elucien, and generally just a really awesome human!
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Summary: Elain and Lucien are reunited after a year of civil war within Prythian. Lucien brings Elain back to Day to marry her in secret, and do something very sinful in the High Temple.
** Happiest of Birthdays to my dear @moononastring!! The Queen of Elucien, and generally just a really awesome human!
For my fanfic library, visit @rhysand-vs-fenrys-vs-writing.
Summary: Elain and Lucien are reunited after a year of civil war within Prythian. Lucien brings Elain back to Day to marry her in secret, and do something very sinful in the High Temple.
** Happiest of Birthdays to my dear @moononastring!! The Queen of Elucien, and generally just a really awesome human!
Summary: Elain and Lucien are reunited after a year of civil war within Prythian. Lucien brings Elain back to Day to marry her in secret, and do something very sinful in the High Temple.
** Happiest of Birthdays to my dear @moononastring!! The Queen of Elucien, and generally just a really awesome human!
It was late evening when Elain finally returned to her cottage on the outskirts of Velaris. The cottage was clean and warm, and more importantly away from her two lovely- but very much happily mated- sisters.
Elain looked to the south and imagined she could see all the way to Day, to the place where her Lucien was. Where he had been for months now, and wondered how long it might be before she saw him again.
But then Elain turned back to her door, and in the setting sun saw a male with untamed crimson hair, rich amber skin, and a shining green eye. Just one- for the other was gold. A souvenir of tragedy that he wore with pride.
Elain’s legs trembled as she saw her mate for the first time in so long. His breath caught in his throat, and before she had a chance to run to him, he was running for her as well.
Elain and Lucien crashed into one another. Without conscious decision Elain’s hands pulled Lucien’s face down to draw him into a kiss. Lucien obeyed, his own arms snaking around Elain to hold her in a fierce and strong embrace.
Being held in Lucien’s arms- it was something so simple once upon a time, and yet Elain’s heart had ached for it. Her eyes burned and her lips began to tremble. The sound that escaped her mouth was not a joyous one, but a sob.
In a moment Lucien had drawn his face back, though his arms still held Elain tight.
“My lady, I’m so sorry I took so long to return,” he whispered, “please don’t cry.”
One year. It had been one year since Elain last held Lucien. In that year Beron had attacked the human lands and taken Lucien as his prisoner. Helion was forced to reveal that Lucien is his son, and the heir to the High Lord of Day. If nothing else, that bought some time for Rhys and Feyre’s forces to draw Beron out, allowing Eris’ men to strike, finally killing his father.
And then Lucien was whisked away to Day, installed at the High Lord’s heir. He had to recover from whatever Beron had done to him, and find his new place in this world that had been ripped out from under his feet.
One year, and he’d finally come home to Elain.
One hand remained holding Elain while the other came to gently wipe away the tears that spilled over. He pressed his palm against Elain’s cheek and the other she leaned into his touch, her breathing still ragged.
“I’m crying because I am happy,” Elain said. “Lucien, please never go away again.”
“I promise I will always be by your side,” Lucien said immediately.
Fresh tears dripped from Elain’s eyes. After a moment’s thought, Lucien dipped his chin and brushed his lips against Elain’s skin. Delicately, he kissed away the moisture, then gently touched his lips to her eyelids.
When Elain closed her eyes and tipped her face up, Lucien once again claimed her lips. This kiss was not the desperate crash from moments before. It was soft and filled with every bit of warmth and love he held in his soul.
Some instinct had Elain parting her lips to grant Lucien more access. She wanted to taste and touch and smell him. To bathe in that fiery scent she’d missed for so long. Every aching and empty moment of the past year could be cleansed from her heart by such a kiss, if only she could have more.
Elain sucked at Lucien’s lips and felt him smile against her mouth. She deepened the kiss. A tongue slipped into Elain’s mouth to stroke her a moment before retreating. The feeling of it was so nice and unexpected that Elain’s toes curled in her shoes.
“My lady?” Lucien pulled back a moment as they both struggled for breath. His eyes were burning in a way that sent a pulse through Elain’s body.
“Huh?” her eyes opened slowly. Lucien was gazing at her, his lips swollen red as Elain’s must also be, and a single eyebrow crooked. Elain felt that she’d been caught doing something, but she had no idea what.
Until Lucien’s eye flickered down. Elain looked and saw where her hands-
She squeaked in embarrassment and quickly withdrew the hands that had gone from holding on to Lucien’s face to holding his hips tight. “N-no, I didn’t mean- it’s not-” she felt herself flushing scarlet and tried to step away, but Lucien yielded her not an inch.
“If my lady would like to touch something, she is welcome to,” Lucien leaned in to whisper the words into Elain’s ear.
Shivers wracked her body, and she felt another pulse shoot through her. Heat was building beneath her skin and she felt something stirring.
“Touch what? What would I touch…” Elain’s cheeks burned. She looked away and licked her suddenly dry lips.
Lucien only grinned, “If my lady would like me to touch something, that is welcome too.”
Elain’s face grew redder in the glow of the setting sun. She trembled slightly before forcing herself to speak, “Actually it isn’t- such things- my upbringing demanded purity… but in the past y-year I- it isn’t that I haven’t- haven’t considered- but such things- not that I don’t- but-”
Lucien chuckled, “Forgive me lady, but I don’t think I can understand the language you’re speaking.”
Elain pushed against Lucien’s chest and this time was released from his embrace. She stood there looking side to side, flapping her arms with nervous energy as she tried to work up the courage to speak.
As he had so many times tonight, Lucien saved Elain from herself once more, “If I can guess your meaning, can I claim a prize?”
As if he could understand anything Elain had been trying to say. Still, she nodded and quickly buried her face in her hands.
“My lady’s upbringing requires purity, so you do not engage in any… improper thoughts?”
The reddening of Elain’s ears was answer enough, but she still nodded her head a few times. She wouldn’t even crack her fingers enough to peer at Lucien.
“Well then my lady is in luck, because all I have are improper thoughts.” He grinned. “So you do not mind being improper, but you’re too shy to show it? Or too shy to say something about it?”
Another hidden nod.
Lucien began to pace and made a show of considering his words, even going so far as to stroke an invisible beard. “Then my is not comfortable saying that she wishes to do impure things to me, and wishes for me to do such things to her as well?”
Elain crumpled, folding until her face was buried in her knees.
“Did I earn my prize?”
Still folded into a ball, Elain nodded her head. Truth be told, Lucien only guessed half. But when she thought of saying the rest, Elain really wanted to hide under a rock forever.
“But as someone who loves and respects you, how could I even think of harming your purity? To do such a thing to my mate… how would I live with myself?”
The heat that had been building in Elain’s face abruptly vanished. Ice replaced it, a very different kind of embarrassment and humiliation. Were she not still hiding, Lucien would have seen the mad blush replaced with skin of purest white. The ball that was Elain tightened.
Lucien had only just returned to her, how could she have screwed this up so badly?
“I think I have an idea,” Lucien continued, undisturbed. He crouched by his mate and forced his hand between her arms to tip Elain’s face up towards his. His strength was crushing, and Elain could not resist as her chin was tipped upwards. Elain was cold and clammy, but Lucien only smiled in that dark and dangerous way. “A way to defile you without committing a sin.”
Power crackled in the air. Elain felt the world whip around her as Lucien winnowed them somewhere else. She opened her eyes and peered up, then sagged in Lucien’s arms.
The temple was massive. Bigger than any single place she had ever seen. Bigger than the throne room of the Hewn City, bigger than the ballrooms other High Lords held their parties in.
The setting sun made the white marble pillars glow as they rose to a jeweled, mosaic ceiling far above. Red and gold silk were draped throughout the space, the traditional celebratory colors of Day. There was not a surface that was not covered with rich cloth- as though the temple had been prepared for the most elaborate of weddings.
“You look lovely even covered in mud and sweat from working in your gardens, but if I might suggest-” Lucien nudged Elain and pointed to a screened off portion of the temple where a truly breathtaking set of red-gold robes hung.
Elain wasn’t sure she would even be able to wear a dress so ornate and expensive if she were a High Lady. Her heart stuttered at the exquisite detailing on the clothes and the sheer cost such fabric would have fetched. Just the hem would have been enough to feed their family for the entire ten years they lived in poverty.
“L-Lucien, what is all this?” Elain trembled as he took it all in. As if the meaning wasn’t obvious enough.
“Doing improper things to a lovely maiden is a sin. But as your husband-” he leaned in to whisper that word in Elain’s ear, “-it would only be fulfilling my duties… with pleasure.”
Lucien had certainly guessed then what Elain was too nervous to ask about. He played his game and had his fun, but at the end of it all he’d been planning a wedding from the start. Elain’s heart had belonged to Lucien for a long time, but if she was going to abandon her strict upbringing and surrender the last shred of purity she had- well, it may sound silly but the thought of a wedding reassured her.
“We can have another with the whole world watching,” Lucien put his hands on Elain’s shoulders and she felt a warm magic ripple through her body. Things shifted and moved and when she looked down she was wearing an intricate series of red-gold robes, the fabric overlapping and twisting with golden clasps. “But I thought this would be a nice secret. A way to endure the months wedding planning takes among the High Lords.”
He wasn’t wrong.
When Nesta and Cassian formally married, it took six months to get the date worked out and set with everyone. It was a brutal, political affair that almost drove the two insane, even though they were already mated.
And Cassian was- with the deepest respect Elain had in her heart for him- a general. Lucien was heir to the High Lord of Day. She couldn’t imagine how long it would take to marry him, and with her entire being she wanted to be with him now. Not just physically, she wanted to be bonded to him in a way that meant something to her once as a human. Not just the mating of the fae.
“I want this,” Elain looked up at Lucien. “I want you.”
Those words brought a tear to his remaining eye.
“What is the traditional ceremony in the human lands?” Lucien led Elain up towards the altar. As he stepped out from behind her she realized his clothes had changed to, into a male version of the layered robes.
“Our wrists are bound with a golden cord,” Elain said. There was a flash of light and the rope appeared. Elain helped Lucien wrap it around their joined hands. “And then we bow to our guests.”
They did so, moving to bow to the empty temple.
“And then to a shrine representing our ancestors,” Elain led Lucien back towards the altar, which they bowed to in place of the usual array of candles. Humans had no gods, and so for a wedding they acknowledged those who had come before.
“And then to one another.” It was more difficult to complete this with their wrists bound together, but they made do.
“And then we are declared wed, and there is feasting and dancing, and at night-” the thin light was nearly out as the sun set behind a distant mountain.
The ceremony was simple, and in many ways it probably didn’t count, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was standing here with Lucien. They would do another wedding one day, with all the chaos and aggravation her sister had been subjected to. But right now, this was what Elain wanted.
Just this.
The rope dissolved into thousands of specks of glittering light that Lucien sent up into the rafters of the temple as the light faded. Glittering chandeliers flickered to life, casting them in a soft glow.
“And then it is time to worship my wife upon the wedding altar?”
“Ye- what?”
Lucien wrapped his arms around Elain’s legs and lifted her over his shoulder.
There was a squeak of surprise and protest as Elain was hoisted like a sack of potatoes, laid across the altar, and Lucien was upon her once again.
It was an embarrassing position to be kissed in. Elain was laying mostly on the altar, but at an angle that meant her legs draped on either side of one corner. Lucien hovered above her, and the placement of his knees meant that his pelvis pressed against Elain’s.
Each had many layers of clothing on, so it wasn’t like she could feel anything in particular- but the position was dangerously intimate.
Lucien’s tongue traced Elain’s lips and she parted for her… husband. He was her husband now. Married.. It felt strange. What was embarrassing about the position they were in? What was ‘dangerously intimate’?
Not only were they married, wasn’t this kind of thing part of the ceremony too? Consummating the marriage was important after all.
So, Elain reasoned, not only should kissing Lucien so intimately not be embarrassing, it was actually expected of her at this point! She would be failing in her duty if she was not in such a position!
The reasoning was flawed and old-fashioned, but there was nothing genuine in it. Elain needed to find a way to push herself forward and give herself permission. Her mother demanded purity and abstinence, never in her life had she even touched herself in an impure way and now she was laying across a altar with a man’s hips pressed against her and that same man devouring her lips and tongue in increasingly fierceful ways.
Elain wanted Lucien badly, her whole body pulsed with need, but she had to find a way to overcome years of trained behavior in an instant. So she used the consummation as an excuse. A pure way to be impure.
Lucien’s lips tightened against Elain’s own as he smiled. He felt Elain’s body relax beneath his, and Elain’s hands slowly came to hold Lucien’s hips.
As Elain parted her mouth further for a deeper kiss, Lucien abruptly moved away. His mouth went instead to the neck. The brush of his hot tongue against the skin made Elain’s blood ignite and she let out a soft gasp, then an undignified groan.
“Lucien,” Elain’s hips lifted of their own accord to increase the pressure of Lucien’s pelvis against hers. Between her legs was an aching hunger she wasn’t entirely familiar with.
“Lucien,” Elain’s voice came out breathless and slightly nasal. It was more of a lover’s gasp than an attempt at speech. “Lucien, we should go to a bedroom… now,” she felt her hips rock shamelessly against Lucien’s pelvis in time with the tongue that was teasing the sensitive curve of her neck.
“Why would we go anywhere?” Lucien was cruel, and dipped his own hips into Elain’s.
The pressure sent a wave of fire through Elain’s blood and she couldn’t help but moan when those lips touched her skin again.
Through her gasping, Elain’s fists tightened around the fabric of Lucien’s robes, using it subconsciously to pull him against her body even as she said, “Not- no appropriate for- a temple.”
A chuckle, and the mouth moved from her neck to gently nip and suck at her earlobe. Lucien whispered, “What isn’t appropriate? I intend to worship my mate as thoroughly-” he drove his hips against Elain’s, “ -and completely- ” another push, “-as possible. Temples are meant for worship, aren’t they?”
Elain’s burning mind decided Lucien’s words were very logical and therefore must be accurate. Besides, no fae god had tried to kill them yet.
She stopped protesting and brazenly lifted her tingling legs to wrap around Lucien’s hips. When Lucien next pressed against her and licked along the curve of her ear, he ground himself against Elain and did not let up. Instead, he increased the pressure and pushed Elain further onto the altar, until she was laying across it fully, Lucien on top of her.
Lucien reached back and pressed on Elain’s legs, forcing them off of him and back down to the altar. At first Elain expected him to pull back and say something, but instead those long, tan fingers grasped the outermost layer of her gown and opened it across the altar.
Elain’s arms were pulled away next and pinned on either side of her head. Lucien held her in place as his mouth returned to Elain’s and their tongues met once more. This time it was Lucien who groaned into Elain, the sound igniting another wave of burning need.
One hand was released, and Lucien held the end of the sleeve delicately as Elain pulled her hand out of the sleeve of the outer robe. Only when she’d lifted it back in place to take hold of Lucien once more was the other hand released and the outermost layer abandoned.
Frankly speaking, Lucien had seen Elain in fewer clothes than this. The traditional wedding robes of Day were expansive and had many layers. But he still leaned away from his lady and stared down at her with heavy eyes. Desire made them glassy, the gaze slightly unfocused as Lucien and Elain both panted. The outer robe was laying neatly open across the altar, but to remove the layers beneath, a series of golden belts had to be pulled away.
To reach down and touch them now would put his hands close to a dangerous place.
But… the belts had to go. They both wanted them gone with the same intense desire.
Lucien had given himself permission to kiss and bite, yet his hands trembled slightly as he stared down at Elain now. Elain was steady as she slid her arms down and began undoing the ties and clasps. Lucien rose on his knees slightly, giving Elain room to arch her back when she needed to reach a piece at the rear. The angle drove her against Lucien. There were still just as many layers of clothes between them, but Elain might have raised herself further than was necessary. Might have lingered a few seconds after she undid the stubborn tie.
But now the robes were of a different cut. The outermost draped over her, the layers beneath crossed one another and meant that it was too hard for Lucien to remain on top of Elain and peel them open to neatly hang over the sides of the altar.
So the heir to the High Lord of Day slid off her and forced himself to stand to the side.
He began a slow circle of the altar. Elain remained laying in place, and Lucien kept a finger on her skin at all times. Stroking her cheek, placing her arms back on either side of her head, running a finger along the side of her boot. His burning gaze always fixated on Elain.
After the loop was complete, he undid the ties on the first layer of robes. As he circled, he opened one side, pausing long enough to tug it lightly and ease the wrinkles. Then he would circle to the next. At the head of the altar he once again stopped and pinched the outermost layer of the sleeves. Elain obediently pulled her arms free and placed them back exactly where they belonged.
The next loop he removed Elain’s second layer of robes- had he ever seen Elain in so little? Elain’s mind couldn’t recall if Lucien snuck a peek as he covered her after her ordeal with the Cauldron.
All she could think about was how light her body felt without Lucien’s on top of it. Too light. Too cold. Her breathing was heavy and as the layers slipped away her scent became more and more obvious.
The second layer was gone. All that remained was the innermost layer. A wrapped top and long, flowing skirts that hid the… situation below. The moisture building in her folds.
Lucien had been off of Elain’s body for too long. Under the heir of Day’s gaze, her passion had stepped aside enough for nerves to take their place.
As Lucien’s gaze burned Elain’s skin, and anxiety was freezing her bones. She’d never been looked at for the sake of looking. Had never felt the weight of a gaze on her body with so little covering it.
One inner robe. Lucien was still in his full wedding robes, and Elain wore less than those prostitutes hanging out of the brothel windows to cajole the men wandering below.
Her hands began to tremble. Elain clenched them into fists and looked away from Lucien.
Lucien marked the movement, but said nothing. He slowly moved to one side of the altar. Elain shivered as he reached out and untied the stays on the top half of her innermost robe. She was trembling as Lucien circled the altar and pulled the far side.
Silk brushed against Elain’s skin and she closed her eyes tight. It took genuine effort to stop herself from rolling away from Lucien or grabbing as many of the layers beneath her as she could and wrap herself up to escape. She had no idea where the dress she’d wore in that morning was, but surely it wouldn’t be the first time someone fled a temple while dressed for a wedding.
What kept Elain on the altar was the thought of how awful she would feel if she did make his escape. How would she explain it to Lucien after? Lucien waited for her for years. He went through so much suffering alone in the mortal realm, all for her sake. To make her feel less burdened by his presence.
Elain had waited for him only one year, when he was first installed in Day, and it was the most wretchedly alone she had ever felt. Beron had launched a war against Helion for the humiliation, while Eris hid their mother somewhere safe.
Every night she would lie awake, sure that Lucien was about to come through the door. Every morning before she opened her eyes she prayed that there would be a red clad man beside her. Every meal she prepared she made enough for two. But that war raged, and Lucien couldn’t come.
“My lady,” Lucien said gently beside her. Elain turned her face away quickly, but Lucien’s finger traced the tear that had escaped the corner of her eye. He must have climbed on the altar, because the next thing Elain felt were his warm lips kissing away the tears trapped in her eyelashes. “My lady, why are you crying?”
Elain’s voice came out in more of a whimper than she hoped, “I just… I just really missed you.” She opened her eyes and drank in the wild beauty of Lucien’s face. A fist closed around her heart and more tears dripped down the sides of her face. “This last year… I really missed you… every single moment.”
“I missed you too,” Lucien said.
Hands slid beneath Elain’s head and Lucien’s body pressed down on her. There was nothing sensual in the touch, just a man holding his wife as if to protect her from the world. Elain buried her face in the crook of Lucien’s neck.
“How did you survive all those years?” Elain had wondered it every day.
There was a pause before Lucien said, “It was hard. It never stopped hurting… but whenever you smile… I would wait a thousand years just to see that just once.”
Tears still dripping from the corners of her eyes, Elain managed a smile for Lucien. She reached up to trace the lines of Lucien’s face with the tips of her fingers. His cheekbones, the angle of his jaw, his nose, his lips- Elain’s chuckle as Lucien snapped and lightly caught a finger with his teeth was half-laugh, half-whimper.
But when Elain laughed, so did Lucien.
“I’ve never… been like this before,” Elain forced herself to say such cringe-inducing words. It seemed to ease some of the tightness in her chest.
“Well, I have,” Lucien whispered as if conspiring. “I’ve had a long time to think about it… and read about it… and dream about it… and practice a bit.” The last part was said softly against Elain’s ear and punctuated by a slight roll of the hips. “I hope my lady will not be disappointed. I promise it will be fun.”
Elain was still embarrassed enough by her own words. Her face turned bright red at Lucien’s frank speech. Elain’s heart didn’t want to be sad. Not on her wedding night. Not after Lucien finally returned to her. She wanted to be happy and to kiss and… and whatever came next.
She wasn’t afraid of the act itself- Lucien would never harm her. She wasn’t afraid of judgment- Lucien had seen Elain’s worst moments and still loved her wholeheartedly. She wasn’t afraid of being deemed unworthy in any way by Lucien.
So if she wasn’t afraid… what was she afraid of?
Elain’s head became dizzy trying to understand it all. In the end she decided not to understand. As she had so many times before, she simply chose to trust in Lucien. Trust her… her husband. The word was so strange in her mind, marriage became such an alien concept after she became fae… But it brought a smile to her lips at long last.
“Husband,” she tried saying it out loud.
Lucien smiled in response and dipped his face to kiss Elain’s lips, “Wife.”
Elain was nervous and unsure of everything, but she knew how it made her feel to kiss Lucien. So she wrapped her arms around Lucien’s shoulders and pulled him down. Lucien resisted just a little- rather than smother Elain as requested he kept the kiss light and gentle.
When Elain parted her lips in invitation, Lucien ignored her. Elain wanted to lose herself in that hot dizziness that swept her mind and worries both away. Lucien had dreamed of this for a long time- as he’d said- and he wasn’t going to go quick and fast. Not when he knew the slower path would be the most fun for his new bride.
Lucien sucked at Elain’s lips, lightly tugging at them with his teeth. He grinned when Elain’s breathing became more labored. The dizziness was building in her mind, easing her fears.
Then the hand on Elain’s cheek vanished. The front of Elain’s shift moved, exposing half her chest. When the hand settled on her ribs, Elain sucked in a hard breath.
She stiffened as a bolt of raw electricity shot through her. That touch- it wasn’t like Elain’s skin had never been touched. But not in intimacy, not by someone she cared so much for, and certainly not as her lips were kissed until they were bright red.
A ragged breath escaped from Lucien as he felt the soft skin beneath his fingers flutter. His hands were slightly cold, but there was enough force in that touch that Elain wasn’t ticklish. In fact, she gasped and one arm left Lucien’s neck to cover the hand against her side. Lucien hesitated somewhat, but chuckled against Elain’s lips as his hand was not pushed away, but held down firmly in place.
Then, at last, Lucien kissed Elain as deeply as he desired.
A broad lick of his tongue up the column of Elain’s throat made the lady arch her back and gasp for breath. As she did, her oxygen was stolen away by Lucien’s mouth. Lucien pressed against Elain hard as the dizzying wave crashed over them both.
Elain’s legs lifted and- without conscious decision to do so- wrapped around Lucien’s hips. One ankle crossed the other as Elain locked herself in place. As air became too precious a commodity, Lucien released her mouth and latched onto her neck, licking and sucking with such animalistic ferocity that Elain couldn’t stop the whimpering groan that escaped her mouth.
She was on fire beneath Lucien. All Elain could think about was the hand on her side, the epicenter of the wondrous agony that was burning through her flesh. She held Lucien’s hand in place, but she wanted to feel that electricity across her entire body.
Lucien didn’t silence himself. He moaned against Elain’s neck, the sound adding to the her frenzy even more. There were too many layers of silk between the pair. Lucien’s robes were as heavy and rich as the ones Elain had worn. It wasn’t fair, not when only a hand and lips touched Elain directly.
Elain forced herself to release Lucien and grab onto the neck of his robes. She began to tug at them roughly. It was sloppy, especially considering the care Lucien made to gently remove Elain’s, but she was desperate.
Lucien’s grip on her side tightened almost painfully, enough so that Elain’s mind came back to her body. She was gasping as she realized just how tightly her legs were wrapped around Lucien. How her back was arched against his chest. The damp stain that appeared between her own legs as the silk undergarments became smeared with her moisture.
But this time Elain didn’t want to stop. She tugged again at Lucien’s robes. A red flush covered her cheeks, chest, and arms, but she didn’t care.
Elain managed to push the outer robe over one of Lucien’s shoulders, staring up at him as if in challenge. Lucien withdrew and slid off the altar. Elain’s eyes burned as she slid her arms free from the top. Until only the wrap around her hips- a thin layer of silk- covered her body.
She couldn’t stop the arm that crossed her chest to hide her nipples. Lucien marked that too, as always.
“I want to-”
“We have our own customs here,” Lucien grinned. His skin began to glow and the robes- those expensive and exquisite silk robes began to burn. The silk smoked and shriveled as red flames spread from the shoulders down, slowly consuming everything. Gold charms and chains from different parts of the robes melted and dripped down to the floor.
Elain almost forgot that Lucien had fire in his blood. As his shoulders were slowly exposed there was no hint of the burned silk upon them. No soot or ash, no charred skin. Lucien was the living flame that burned through his clothing.
His chest was exposed first. Elain licked her lips as broad muscles gleamed in the firelight. Her fingers itched to touch them- to feel the hardness of his abdomen. Elain swallowed hard imagining how it would feel to press against such a chest.
The fire continued to burn. Lucien’s shoulders pushed back and he stood just a little bit straighter for Elain’s inspection as the fire drifted lower…. Lower.
Elain still had shoes, foot covers, and those thin pants on. Lucien-
He burned away every last scrap.
Elain gasped a bit as a certain part of Lucien was exposed. Genuine effort went into not looking away or hiding her face. Lucien felt no shame in Elain’s gaze. His smile grew predatory as he noted that his lady was staring at the hardening length between his legs.
“Does my lady approve?” Lucien said after a long pause. Smug and confident.
“L-Lucien, don’t say stuff like that…” Elain brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear quickly.
Lucien returned to the altar. He pulled Elain’s shoes off, then her foot covers. He crawled onto the altar, his toned muscles shifting. Elain’s eyes were locked on the member that hung down. She jumped as it touched the side of her thigh through her pants.
Elain was still propped up on her elbows. Lucien stopped nose-to-nose with her and stared at his wife’s eyes while he undid the ties on either side of Elain’s hips that held the pants on and tugged the fabric lightly.
Another gasp from Elain as cool air brushed against her shaved mound. Lucien wasn’t as neat with this final layer as he’d been with the others. He opened the fabric and pushed it out of the way, exposing Elain wholly.
