Chapter 318: Distracting the Mind

Although Scarecrow was gone from the palace and Arawn quietened those who spoke badly about Evanna for good, they remained under the waterfall for a while longer. Cedric was sent home to see his wife and child, whilst Garrett was ordered to wait outside the cave door. They were Arawn’s closest confidants, but in times like these, when the royal family was in turmoil, King Thalinal dead, and the throne had already, within hours of his return, passed down to him, he needed some time alone with his wife.

The weight of his kingdom, of his men, pressed down on his shoulders, and on top of that, he had to look collected, strong and ready to take charge. Right here in front of Evanna, though, Arawn needed her comfort and her strength. The King was dead. His father was dead, and he never even had a chance to say goodbye or bury him. He no longer had parents, and the only family he now had was Evanna.

Arawn needed at least a few hours to mourn his father and collect himself before he left the cave as the man his father expected him to be. What the kingdom expected him to be. Right now, he clung to Evanna, his head buried into her neck as he inhaled her floral smell, allowing it to sweep around him, cocooning him and comforting him.

The longer he stayed like this, though, the worse his heart began to crumble, the more his thoughts burned with memories of his father, early memories of his mother, and the childhood he’d had once; it was... overwhelming. As though Evanna could sense the smothering emotions gutting Arawn, she asked him about what happened in the woods whilst she fought with Scarecrow. It distracted the prince, and he allowed himself to speak of the nonsense that happened in Direwood.

It was nonsense to him now. It was all so insignificant to him. There had been many Faceless in the forest, but not enough that warranted any worry. Some of his men died, but the creatures they did come across were also killed. It concerned him where the other creatures went.

Arawn’s attention returned to Evanna after she shivered. They’d been sitting on the blanket she used to sleep on, and he was once again reminded of the attire she was wearing and how damp it was. The sorrow that had been gripping at his body slithered away, not completely, but enough that he was utterly focused on his wife.

"Take your dress off," Arawn ordered in a low murmur. He was already leaning against the cave wall, legs spread and his wife between them, leaning against him. He hadn’t noticed how wet his clothes were becoming either because of how cold he had already felt from his grief.

Evanna looked over her shoulder and searched his eyes before following his command. She began to undress, revealing her curves and the goosebumps along her otherwise smooth skin. Arawn watched with interest and started to remove his jacket and shirt. Evanna tossed the dress to the side, where it landed with a splat, and turned, kneeling before Arawn.

Wordlessly, the princess climbed on top of Arawn, aware that her husband needed to be distracted. His head tilted back as she arched her body into him. His hands slid along her thighs and backside whilst watching her. Her chest hurt from seeing the pain brimming behind Arawn’s eyes. He needed her right now, and she would happily try and distract him and hope that she could help him, if even by a little.

Evanna’s fingers slid through the back of Arawn’s hair as she pressed her lips against his. Arawn drank her in, the pressure of her lips so soft, teasing until his arms slid up her back and tugged her closer to him. The press of her breasts against his chest, the heat between her thighs even as her body remained damp from the water, aroused him into deepening the kiss, yet allowing her to take control. Evanna’s hips rolled into him as she ground against the hardness in his pants.

Their breaths mingled, the growing heat between them dispersing the chill that had overcome their body. The goosebumps on Evanna’s body grew with her desire for Arawn. Her hand slid between them, lowering until she undid his breeches and slipped inside, curling around his length. Arawn’s breath hitched as she rubbed herself against his arousal. Evanna explored his neck, peppering kisses as she grew slick against him, positioning him until he was at her entrance.

Her mouth drew close to his ears. "Let me take care of you," she whispered seductively before nibbling on his earlobe. Arawn instantly slammed inside of her; the sudden feel of her lips on his ear was like they were around the top of his cock; the pressure shot through him as he wanted to pound inside of her. Evanna gasped, surprised yet not so surprised at his action. His ears were so sensitive. She loved it.

Arawn started to move beneath her, but Evanna pressed her hands against his shoulders and started to grind against him slowly, feeling every inch of him, her head tipping back, breasts pushing forward as she exhaled loudly. Arawn gazed up at his wife, the woman who was so confident with herself now, riding atop him like she’d always belonged. His hand moved up and cupped her right breast as his mouth and tongue sucked on the nipple of her left.

Desire blossomed from her nipple, shooting pleasure along her heated body, making Evanna’s movements grow quicker. Then she remembered it was Arawn that should be lost in the moment more. It didn’t matter if she did or not. Arawn was the one suffering at the moment.

Evanna cradled his face, lifting it from her breast so she could claim his lips. His hands then rounded to her backside, gripping tightly as their tongues intertwined, breathless to each other. The princess then pushed against his chest gently; he turned them from the cave wall and lowered onto the blanket, his head on the small pillow. Shadows from the leafy curtain Evanna created cast along their bodies as the water behind the botanical blanket sparkled and danced with the growing light outside.

Kissing down Arawn’s body, she let him slip out of her until her lips were around the head of his cock. Arawn hissed as her mouth sucked on him hard. Her cheeks were hollow as she struggled to his size. His hand went to the back of her hair, his other hand providing more support behind his neck so he could watch his wife’s head bob up and down. It might be a struggle to fit inside of her mouth, but she still worked him like a pro. Many times his hips thrust up, a grunt or groan leaving him when he forced himself not to cum in her mouth.

But Evanna was relentless, and he knew that was her ultimate goal. Arawn, on the other hand, didn’t want to stop because when it did, everything that weighed him down would return.

Massaging his balls, Evanna sucked and quickened her movements until she felt his length grow and tighten, and a salty creaminess spurted inside of her mouth. She didn’t wait or think before swallowing it down. Arawn watched with slightly parted lips before his head flopped back. "Fuck, Evanna. That was... You didn’t have to swallow, but gods, that was hot."

Evanna grinned, wiping the side of her mouth before crawling atop him again. Arawn looked up, eyes widening when she fell against him, lips crashing into his again. "Umpth!" His hands gripped her backside again, and his length grew between them. Evanna started to grind against him again, and the thoughts that had already started to surface in Arawn’s mind began to fall away.

This time, though, he wanted to take charge so he could completely fall into the moment with Evanna. It was great getting his own release, but watching his wife fall apart while he was balls-deep in her was even better. In one swift motion, Arawn turned them so she lay beneath him, still kissing her passionately as their bodies pressed against each other, and he slipped inside her slick folds, moaning against her at her tightness and the heat enveloping his cock again. He thrust into her deeply and smirked at her head tipping back, lips parting as she struggled to breathe and feel every inch of him. Arawn’s head dipped between her breasts, and he happily lost himself to his wife.

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