He had the smallest thought to leave her when she sated in bed, alone. A stasis of sorts, like his bride in a glass vault, to be enjoyed whenever he wished, but upon being touched, would start to wilt. It was probably true in some ways, that she'd change with the sordid touch he'd planned, but he would not be standing on the top of military might if he was a patient person. What is the point of delaying pleasure if there will be more after it? If he mourned something, it was that he could only take things from her once, before they were gone. Her consignment to the sheets appealed to him, that she'd wait, and he chose to forget the shackles he'd bound her with in order to make it so.<br/><br/>Ilona held up a new treat to him when he went on about the dead king and his possible forbidden thoughts. Ah, she was never-ending in her pouring sweetness. The princess had tried to keep all delicious things from him, but they lifted out of her expression like lush after winter, when he deliberated about a man's possible motives to hang something so dear above his own bed. After her single-word rebuttal - unconvincing - he nodded with a stronger meaning, enough certainty to try and cement it. How perfectly delicate she was, when it came to her family.<br/><br/>When she cried after the proof's touch to her skin, he shook his head gingerly. And then he pretended to recoil at her sudden aggression, sending the memory and her lock of hair away. It cut through the darkness and then it fell flat. It was not the last she'd seen of the picture, he would make sure of it. His member had waved at her by a flex of his muscles. Her fear had been the greatest compliment. It was a pity for her that all she ever did was beautiful to him. Maybe the world had always been against her, to make her perfect for his attention, and useless in trying to stop him.<br/><br/>Her teeth in her lip, her little request to preserve her virtue. It was really just sealing her fate, giving him such delectable morsels. What perfect contrasts, her rising knees and her hand trying to put him out of balance. Fuck me, get away. Her folds suggested the former when he touched them with his insistence. The lack of conviction in her defending palm felt like an invitation, but then again, everything about her invited him. She might not have ever touched herself, even, with that belt on, so truly, she was new.<br/><br/>"You can be whoever you want me with me, Ilona." he promised even as he was introducing his flesh into hers. The work with the wax had been good enough for her to be hot and dewy. He sighed in comfort and longing as he continued to feed the new slit its intended guest. "I won't tell anyone if you try to enjoy your first time." would she hear him, would she listen to him, while he was stretching her out? Aerill tried to be the best he could at anything he tried, and turning maidens into whores was a good pastime. Especially if they were princesses who'd spoken back, once upon a time.<br/><br/>He gathered one of her legs against his side, high, to make it even easier to enjoy her. He kissed her because it was appropriate, cheek rolling to hers to wrench her face back so their lips could join. If she tried to fight it, he had one hand left to hold her hair with. He'd have that lip-lock. Slowly he took himself back, almost pulling free before sinking back into her body. He continued a meandering pace until he'd tested her depths. The world had given Aerill everything, and she could feel and suffer it now. His marches and wars had not been compensation in that regard.<br/><br/>"I love you, princess." he whispered in her ear as his took on another pace, searching and savage, but not ruthless, still playing her carefully. He might be telling the truth, too. He'd not loved anyone in his life the way he suggested, but he'd liked his experiences with her so far. It might not be worth anything to her given her current entanglement. Instead he gasped into her ear, giving compliments back, finally, of how well her body was hosting him. He liked to seduce, but he was also always looking for his own enjoyment. Faster still, deeper until he kissed the bottom of her slick. "You were worth all this." would it confuse her heart? it was the kind of spell he could put on romantic minds. In this disarray, perhaps he could turn her head and mix up her thoughts. Some became wild in the throes.