5A/N: I got quite a lot of reviews for chapter one. Actually this is just a short story and I never intended it to be very complicated. They're getting married after all, there's no need – and no use – to run away. I wanted Alex to find out that 'bad' things can turn out to be quite good – by finding a partner he can actually have a relationship with.
Of course he was quite pissed about the whole 'princess-business' when he was younger, but he was brought up to do what's 'best' for the kingdom. A civil war would not be 'best' for the kingdom, naturally. Had anyone found out he was actually a boy, he could have been used to bring down his father and install someone else on the throne – one of your usual power-hungry bad guys, you know.
Hm … that's actually a tempting idea. I'll tell you something: I'll publish this version as it is, ending it with this chapter, but after I've finished 'Phoenix Song', I'll write a second version of it, longer and more complicated, some sort of Alternate Universe. It's going to have a really bad guy, a long escape and some romance, too.
By the way: I could use some help with the formating in the FictonPress QuickEdit. I don't manage to get any blank lines to stay, whether I use ShiftEnter or CtrlEnter or just Enter. Could someone tell me how it works ... please?
Connor watched his new 'wife' while the usual stories were told. He'd been to his brother's wedding and those of a few noblemen he knew. Sooner or later there were always stories about sex going around. Not that he needed to hear them, he wasn't going to touch the sweet girl anyway, but he listened to take his mind of things.
The charming girl sat beside him and blushed whenever one of the stories reached it's 'climax'. She seemed to be utterly innocent. It was almost a shame that she would stay that way for a very long time – forever if she didn't take a lover. Connor wondered if he could maybe work out an 'agreement' with her about it. So he would be able to see some men and she would be able to do so, too. Well, first of all he had to survive the wedding night. He didn't doubt for a moment that she had heard a lot of stories about it and would be very surprised by the actual night.
The feast had almost reached it's end, in a few more minutes the couple was supposed to leave for their room. And of course the next day the princess was supposed not to be this innocent any more.
"Shall we leave?" he asked her softly.
She looked at him with an amount of despair and fear in her eyes he couldn't understand.
"Shall we leave?"
This simple question made Alexandra's fear flame up anew. He knew that this time had to come, but he wasn't prepared for it. His new husband seemed friendly enough and Rowan had more than once assured him that this man was not interested in women at all. Nevertheless Alexandra feared for his life. Some of this fear must have shown in his eyes, because the man suddenly looked very concerned.
"Don't be afraid, my dear," he told Alexandra. "It's getting late and we're expected to leave soon anyway. I just thought that you looked tired and wanted to go to bed."
Reigning his fears in, Alexandra nodded and stood. Accepting his husbands arm, he left the room.
Connor was surprised about his new wife's reaction. First she had been very afraid then she had accepted his offer nevertheless. As they walked down the corridor towards the suite of rooms they were going to share for the rest of their life, he watched her carefully. You could have thought she was walking towards her execution.
Soon they reached the room and entered it. A nice, warm fire was burning in the fireplace and the room had been decorated very nicely.
"Well, it's more than I had hoped for," he pointed out.
Shyly she moved away from him. "I'll better change," she wispered.
As she turned towards the second door to the room, she suddenly stumbled. Maybe she had just drunken too much whine or missed the lining of a carpet, but she fell. Hastily Connor walked over to help her up.
"Don't!" she cried out, her face deathly pale. "Please don't!"
He didn't listen to the warning, but helped her up. The next moment he understood why 'she' didn't want him to help 'her': The dress had split and showed a body that wasn't exactly feminine. Helplessly his 'wife' wrapped 'her' arms around 'her' body.
"What is going on?" Connor asked, slightly shocked by the pretty boy that stood before him, shaking with fear.
"I knew it was a bad idea!" the boy moaned, wrapping his arms tighter around himself.
"Obviously I've just married a man so maybe you could tell me what this charade is for anyway." The boy nodded. He looked as if he were about to faint. Connor walked towards him. "But you should change into something else first. This corset can't be comfortable."
"It isn't but I'm used to it. Would you … would you help me with it?"
"Surely. Isn't that what a husband is supposed to do in the wedding night? Helping his beautiful bride out of her clothes?"
Blushing, his new 'wife' looked even better. Connor unlaced the corset as quick as he dared, soon realizing that it cheated a feminine figure on his 'bride' in more than one way. It made a small bosom appear and turned the slim, male hips into something more womanish. Freed from the confines of dress and corset, the boy looked much better, he was lithe and had a very soft, creamily white skin. More to quell his own feelings he offered the boy a soft robe to wear.
"Now tell me what this is all about, my dear."
They sat down in two chairs in front of the fire and the boy began to talk:
"It all started with our birth. You see, while twins are usually seen as a good omen, they are a really bad one when it comes to the firstborn of the royal family. More than one civil war has been fought in our land because no one can determine which one of such a pair really is the crown prince. So when my brother and I were born, our father decided to tell the court and his people that one of us – me – was a girl. Women cannot inherit the throne in this country, you see. A witch performed a couple of spells on me to stunt my growth and make sure I didn't grow a beard. It worked very well as you can see. I was never supposed to marry but your father was very … insistent about it."
"That description fits him well," Connor admitted. "He was very insistent when he told me to marry you as well. You see … I'm not into women at all, so our marriage would have been safe for you. I was not supposed to take any new lovers – male lovers – after the wedding. Now … well, I admit that I would rather have a true wedding night with you than with the 'girl' I thought I had married."
"But is that … possible … for two men?"
Connor allowed himself to laugh. "Yes, that is possible for two men, my dear. And I'd love to show you how to do it right – if you want to."
Alexandra found himself very confused by the many things he had heard during the last few minutes. He had been afraid the whole day. He had feared that somehow he would be found out. Now it had happened and turned out to be a good thing. This man wanted him. Alexandra had a long time ago realized that he would probably have to stay a virgin for all his life, now it seemed as if he was going to loose his virginity this night.
"I want to," he wispered. "But I'm …"
"Afraid?" his new husband asked softly. "Don't be, my dear. I'll be careful and I'll take it slow, this I promise."
"Then show me."
Alexandra was led to the bed and seated on it before his husband stepped back and took off his clothes quickly. The young prince found it hard not to stare at the muscular, very male body of the other man. Finally he gave up and stared for all it was worth.
"Like the view?" Connor asked him with a slight smirk on his lips. "That's good, because I like your body as well. Would you take the robe off for me?"
Quickly Alexandra complied. As he pushed the robe off his shoulders, he saw lust lighting up in his husband's eyes. The man softly took hold of his arm and pulled him closer.
"Did you ever kiss, my love?" he was asked.
"Never," he answered shyly.
"Good. I like to be the first."
Soft fingers lifted his head and then Connor bowed down and pressed his lips on Alexandra's. It felt very … promising. An agile tongue coaxed his lips open and slipped past his teeth. Until this very night the thought of another tongue in his mouth would have made him shudder with disgust, but now he eagerly opened up even more. Strong arms were wrapped around him as the tongue began to deeply explore his mouth. He closed his eyes dreamily. It all was so good, the warm skin against his, the lips over his mouth, the tongue in it.
"Hmmm … that's good," he moaned slightly out of breath as his husband pulled back after a very long kiss.
"It's going to get even better, my love."
He was carefully laid down on the bed and the other man knelt over him. Strong hands moved over his body, stroking him, teasing his nipples. Involuntarily he moaned again.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"Nothing to be sorry for. How am I supposed to pleasure you without any guidance from you? Just show me what you love."
"I loved being touched very much. And I loved the kiss, too."
"And how about that?" Fingers ran over his manhood, teasing him far better than he had ever been able to do it alone. "Do you love that, too?"
"Yes … oh, yes!" Alexandra gasped.
Suddenly his world changed, as his husband moved down on him. His lips were sealed with kisses as those clever fingers grabbed his manhood and started pumping. The second hand played with his nipples, teased his sides, ran over the inside of his thights. He forgot everything, where he was, what had happened before. His whole world suddenly consisted of nothing but his husband's body. Involuntarily he arched up against the other one, brushing his stiff manhood against it's counterpart. This too felt exquisit. Then Connor pressed him down with his own body, rubbing their members against each other.
"You drive me wild, my precious bride," he wispered in Alexandra's ear. "I can't hold back."
"Then don't."
"You don't know what you're asking for, my love. If I don't hold back now, I'm going to injure you."
"Isn't that what's supposed to happen to a bride during the wedding night? Am I not supposed to bleed, to show I was still a virgin – which I am?"
"Women are build different, Alex. If I enter you now, without any preparation or lube, you will be torn and bleed even more than any virgin is supposed to. I will take you before the night is over, but not right now."
"What can I do to help you then?"
"Relieve me with your hands, if you want."
"But I want you to be in me."
"You're really innocent if you think a man can only become hard once a night, my dear. Believe me, with you under me, I'll have no problems to get a hard-on again and again."
"Is there no other way to do it?"
"There is one, but I wouldn't ask you to do it."
"Why?"
"Not everyone wants it."
"Tell me, at least."
He gave Alexandra a soft smile. "You could also relieve me with your mouth and lips."
This sounded strangely arousing. "Teach me how to do it."
First Connor found it hard to believe this request. Then he saw that there was nothing but sincerity in his brides beautiful eyes. With a soft smile he asked the boy to kneel between his legs. Slowly he guided the head towards his throbbing manhood.
"Take it slow at first."
The velvet lips he had just bruised with kisses wrapped themselves slowly around his member. Without him saying anything about it, the tongue started to circle the head. In minutes he realized that he was very lucky indeed, because his 'bride' seemed to be a natural at it. The head with the long, red hair bobbed up and down slowly, sucking and licking in perfect timing, taking his member in far deeper than he would have expected an innocent virgin to do. God, this wonderful boy was even deep-throating him! All Connor had to do, was lean back and relax…
Alexandra had forgotten everything around him the moment he took the big manhood into his mouth the first time. This was so easy … it seemed as if he had done it all his life. With abandon he found himself sucking it in, licking the pre-cum off the head and feeling more of it rising. He took the member deeper into his mouth, let his lips trail along the hard shaft. For a second he felt like gaging before he reached the base, but he overcame it. Something told him that the underside would be more sensitive, so he licked along it and was rewarded with a new dose of pre-cum. After a while he felt the pelvis of his husband twitch, starting to trust slightly into him. He allowed himself to adjust to the rhythm so that the other one could take the lead. Hands grabbed his head and held it still, then he found his mouth flooded with strange-tasting liquid and his husband let out a deep growl. Swallowing the liquid, he let go of the member.
Soft hands grabbed him, pulled him on the bed. He was taken in a quick embrace and laid down on the bed again.
"You were perfect, my love," Connor wispered in his ear.
"I enjoyed it very much."
Alexandra realized that he was still very hard, when a hand started to massage him. Moaning he pressed himself into it, wordlessly begging for more. There was no teasing this time, his husband aimed for relieve. Within minutes he found himself thrashing on the bed, writhering under those fingers that were so much better than his at what they were doing. Hot lava coursed through his body as he came with a rather girlish, high-pitched scream. He opened the eyes he had squeezed shut to see Connor licking his come off his fingers.
"I see, I will love teaching you about the ways two men can be together very much. You are a very promising student."
"Only because I have such a good teacher."
"Don't flatter me – yet."
For a few minutes they just lay on the bed together, resting. Alexandra enjoyed this too, he rarely had the chance to be that close to another human being. Resting his head against the broad expanse of his husband's chest, he felt the breathing and heard the heartbeat.
"You like to cuddle, my love, don't you?"
"I rarely had a chance to cuddle before."
"Just imagine the long winter nights we can spent in front of the fireplace, cuddled together."
"Really?"
Connor laughed silently. "Of course. I'm looking forward to that. It's very nice in front of a fire with a beautiful lover beside you. Trading some kisses, some soft touches … and later on finish the evening in bed."
"Sounds wonderful."
"But right at the moment there's something else I'm looking forward to, my love."
Alexandra understood what his husband meant. And even if he had not – the hand which slowly traveled over his body, spoke clear enough.
"What am I supposed to do?" he asked softly.
"Turn over, my love. I'm going to prepare you."
Although he wasn't sure what 'prepare' meant, he gladly obeyed. Rolling over on his stomach, he relaxed and again gave himself over to his husband's knowing hands. Strong but soft fingers traced lazy shapes on his back, slowly reaching his buttocks. It felt relaxing and very nice. Then the hands were withdrawn for a moment. A slick finger reached an entrance Alexandra had never thought about before. Slowly circling the ring of muscles around it, the finger finally slid in. The innocent boy gasped, more surprised than shocked or pained.
"Relax," Connor whispered into his ear. "I'll do it slowly and carefully."
Alexandra obeyed, allowing the finger to slide deeper into him. Finally it brushed against something inside and a wave of lust swept over him. He moaned softly. The finger slid back out and then in again. After a while a second finger was added, then a third. By that time Alexandra was already lost in a feeling of lust and need. He found himself getting hard again when the fingers were removed and something else pressed agains his cheeks.
"Ready?" his husband asked softly.
"Yes," Alexandra moaned.
Then it was pushed inside him, stretching him and filling every inch of his body. He couldn't surpress a soft cry, not out of pain, but out of surprise. For a while Connor didn't move, then he started. He was very careful while doing so and Alexandra found himself enjoying it very much. Soon their soft moans and groans filled the room. Alexandra felt the same extasy, the same hot lava as before. He found himself moving with his husband to intensify the feeling.
"You're wonderful, my love," Connor whispered in his ear while picking up speed. "Are you enjoying it as well?"
"Yes! … Oh, yes!" the young prince gasped.
The next moment he came, even more violently than before, screaming his husbands name, but being drowned out by Connor who came just as wildly.
Alexandra felt very tired and enjoyed cuddling against his husband. Strong arms had enclosed him and Connor had pulled the covers over them – after discreetly making some substance disappear and making a small cut along his own arm to leave some blood in the right place. When Alexandra asked him about the reasons, he got a soft kiss on the lips and this answer:
"Because you have lost your virginity tonight, my love, and everyone shall see it tomorrow. It will be true and at the same time protect our little secret. After all, my father never forbid me to make love to my beautiful wife."
The next morning they were awakened rudely by some people banging on the door. Connor slipped out of the bed, put on a simple robe and went to check who was there. Two men and a woman – sent by the courtiers to verify whether the marriage had been completed – almost shoved him back inside.
"Slowly!" he warned them. "What are you doing here?"
One of the men, elderly and dignified, answered him: "We were sent by the court to verify the marriage between you and Princess Alexandra."
Connor couldn't help smiling. "Well, if you insist. But it's been a very short night for the two of us – as you can probably imagine – and I would have appreciated not to be awakened this early."
He led them back into the bedroom where he helped Alexandra out of the bed, covering him in a sheet and holding him close enough to hide the not-quite-female body. The group inspected both the sheet and the way the newlyweds held each other and obviously came to the correct conclusion that the last night had been both tiring and satisfying for the young couple. Connor intesified this by slowly treading his fingers in his lover's long hair and whispering soft promises into his ear. Alexandra – no longer a virgin but still quite innocent – blushed most attractively.
"It is obvious that the marriage between you and Princess Alexandra has been completed, so we don't want to disturb you any longer."
"How very nice of you," Connor answered, kissing Alexandra on the nose. "Now that we're awake again, I'm sorely tempted to 'complete the marriage' once more, as you put it." They left the rooms rather quickly and Connor let go of his beloved. "I did mean that. What do you think about it?"
"It sounds like a good idea. But maybe we should lock the door first."
"Excellent idea."
At the same time the king was pacing his study nervously. He knew that the laws demanded the inquiry on the following morning. It was supposed to prove that the bride had still been a virgin – since princesses were supposed to stay pure until their wedding night. Of course there wouldn't be such a prove this time, but that could easily be blamed on the husband. What made him far more nervous, was the possibility that somehow his new son-in-law had found out about Alexandra and would tell the court the truth about the princess.
Slowly he left his study and walked towards the throne room where the result of the inquiry would be told. As he reached the room, he saw some of the courtiers talk already. He feared the worst. The man who led the inquiry, a nobleman called George, stepped in front of the gathered courtiers.
"As the law demands, I entered the rooms of the young couple this morning at seven, together with my two assistants." The king suppressed a groan. "We were greeted at the door by Prince Connor who walked with us to the bedroom. Princess Alexandra was still in bed, but her husband helped her to cover herself with a sheet and climb out of it and held her in his arms while we proceeded in our inquiry. By the way they held each other – more intimately than I've ever seen a couple of newlyweds before – it was more than obvious that they had really completed the marriage the night before. There also was the blood to prove that our princess has lost her virginity last night to her husband, just as it is supposed to be."
"And where are they now?"
The old nobleman cought slightly. "Well, Prince Connor said that he wanted to 'complete the marriage once more' as we left. Since his wife didn't seem to mind it, I suppose they're still in bed."
The king couldn't believe what he'd heard. His son seemed to have an intimate relationship with Prince Connor? Admittedly it would be a good thing for both of them. The king knew what people said about the prince. He surely would be more happy with a male partner and Alexandra had no chance of being with a woman. If they really were a couple, they could both be happy. Neither of them was supposed to produce offspring, Alexandra's inability to become pregnant could be explained, since his wife's sister too couldn't bear children. It could just be an inherited problem. After all Benjamin was the crown prince. He was supposed to have children, no one would really demand of Alexandra to have some of his own.
While the courtiers were chatting about the happy newlyweds, he slipped away and walked to his wife, to talk to her about it.
"I'm so happy for both of them!" she said the minute he was done. "It was a good idea to choose Connor. He'll make our poor son happy, I know it."
Not knowing what the king and queen were talking about, Alexandra and Connor were cuddled together in front of the fire. Alexandra wore a dress with only a slight corset underneath and it had not been pulled as tight as possible.
"I'd rather have you without that dress," Connor whispered into his wife's ear. "You're much more attractive without it."
"I know," Alexandra answered softly. "But there could be someone coming in."
"We're going to change your style of clothing a bit. Less female look, you're married now, you don't have to look ravishing for others."
"Does that mean I'm not going to wear such tight corsets anymore?"
"Yes, that's exactly what it means, my love … well, we'll keep one or two of them, I rather liked unlacing you in our wedding night. You're looking so pretty and helpless in them."
"I didn't know you had such … uncommon … tastes."
"There's a lot you still have to learn about me. And I think there's a lot more about my charming wife I've still got to learn."
"Speaking about learning…" Alexandra whispered, running his fingers up his husbands arm. "When am I going to get my next lesson?"
"Now." With that word he was pulled up and towards the bedroom.
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