Fledgling Demigod Ch. 09

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Galen sat Lucinda on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her. Breaking the kiss, he trailed kisses down her jawline to the hollow behind her ear. She moaned as she pulled him closer with her legs. He licked and sucked on her neck as he made his way to the hollow above her breastbone. Pausing once, he looked up at her. "Will you allow me to make up for neglecting you last night?" he asked.

She blushed again and nodded as she held his head between her hands. "How?" she asked.

"Like this," he said and started kissing her breastbone as he made his way further down. He fiddled with the single button that separated her breasts from freedom and when it popped free she gasped slightly. The fabric parted to reveal her small, yet supple breasts. Not hesitating, he took her right nipple into his mouth and suckled it slowly as he twirled his tongue around it. She gasped out a moan and clutched the hair on each side of his head as the nipple hardened against his tongue.

"Ohh, Galen," she moaned when he favored the nipple on her left breast. Finishing hardening that one, he started trailing licks and soft kisses down the pronounced muscles of her taught belly. He circled the belly button once and she gasped out a soft giggle. She still held on to his head and he felt her stiffen slightly as he went to move further down. "Galen, what are you..." She trailed off as he pushed her backward onto the bed and placed his face between her knees.

He raised her dress to reveal her glistening thatch of red pubic hair. He licked his lips before trailing soft kisses along her inner thigh. Releasing the dress, he gently parted her thighs until her calves were around his head and her legs were spread wide open, showing him how excited she was for him. "I've been waiting for this all day," he whispered and he licked at her juices on her right pussy lip.

"Oh," she moaned. "Please don't tease me, Galen," she whined. "I've been so wound up since last night that I can't take it anymore."

"As you wish," he said and dove his tongue deep within her folds. She tasted of musk and lavender and he greedily licked at her opening.

"OH, GODS!" she cried out and started bucking against his face. When he licked up her inner valley and sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it along his tongue, she exploded in orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her core. She was shuddering and whimpering as her hips made a staccato of movements on his face. Finally, she relaxed as he started kissing her inner thighs down to her knees then back up. She was breathing heavily and she started giggling uncontrollably.

He pulled out from beneath her dress and smiled down at her as he stood up. "That good, huh?" he asked.

She nodded through her giggles and Galen couldn't help but smile like a goofy kid at the thought of this tough ass warrior woman giggling like a school girl. She lay there with her breasts exposed, her chest rising and falling as she panted for breath between fits of giggles. When she was finally able to speak, she said, "I'm sorry it was so quick. I guess I was more turned on than I expected."

"You don't have to apologize to me," he said, still standing between her spread legs.

She raised up and started fiddling with his pants. "Your turn," she said huskily. When she finally got them off she gasped again at the size of his rock-hard shaft. "Though, I confess I'm not familiar..." She trailed off.

"I don't mind helping you, if you'll let me," he said. When she nodded, he said, "Let's start off slow. Take it in your hand and grasp it firmly, but gently." He winced slightly when she took hold of it and squeezed just a bit too hard. "A bit softer," he said. "I'm not familiar with swordplay, but think of it like the hilt of a sword. You want to hold it firmly, but not so firm as to be too tense while battling." That, she understood. She immediately let up pressure and just let it settle in her hand. "Good," he said. "Now, slowly, start stroking it from the base to the head."

"Like this?" she asked and he groaned as her hand slid over the ridge of his head and back down.

"Yeah," he moaned. "Just like that."

She stood up, still grasping his shaft and turned them around. She placed a gentle hand on his chest and pushed him down onto the bed. Still stroking him, he pushed him onto his back. "How do I use my mouth?" she asked.

He looked up at her and thought about how to explain. "Remember the meat stick from the market at lunch?" he asked.

"Yes," she blushed. "I was wondering what you were squirming about when I sucked the juices off of the end."

"Now you know," he said with a grin. "Just no biting, obviously."

She giggled. "Oh, no, my lord," she shot him a mischievous grin. "This is a meat stick I want to savor over and over." She placed her lips over the head and suckled slightly.

Galen's hips bucked involuntarily and he exclaimed, "OH, FUCK!" as the warmth of her mouth took him in. Still stroking with her hand she moved her mouth down his shaft sucking on him the whole way. "Fuck, Lucy," he groaned. "That feels amazing."

She only made it halfway down before having to come back up for air. She pulled off of him and, still stroking, used her leftover saliva to coat her hand and circle the head. His body shuddered with the pleasure as he began to tingle all over. "And how does this feel, my lord?" she asked with a playful giggle.

"Fuck, I'm going to explode if you keep that up," he groaned.

"Isn't that the idea, my love?" she said looking down into his eyes with a wicked smile. Before he could answer, she leaned in and licked the tip of his cock. She rolled her tongue around the head with agonizing slowness in a similar fashion to what he had done to her clitoris.

Galen could feel the pressure building and he watched, transfixed, as her tongue glided over the head of his cock while her hands lazily stroked his length. Her eyes never left his as she slowly worked his shaft. Then, she did something he'd never had any woman do in his life. Her hair fell, cascading around her face as she hardened her tongue to a point and tried to stick it in the opening of his cock. He blinked. Her hand sped up slightly as she worked the opening of his shaft with her tongue like she was trying to drill into it. The sight was so comical, yet so incredibly arousing that it immediately sent him over the edge.

Galen's body locked up and the first shot of cum that erupted out of the head of his cock exploded in multiple directions around her tongue. She gasped and pulled back as rope after rope shot up and onto her face. She was so stunned she paused mid-stroke. When she came to grips with what was happening she started laughing as she resumed her strokes. This sent Galen over a second crest as pleasure continued to melt his brain.

When it was over, he lay there panting and moaning. He managed to look up at Lucinda's cum covered face and she was grinning from ear to ear. She was still softly stroking him and surprisingly he was going soft. "That was... fucking... awesome," he panted.

"It's all over my face," she said and laughed. Some of it was in her hair. Some of it was even dripping off of one of her eyelashes. "What do I do?" she asked.

"Grab a towel and wipe it off," he said.

"Do I need to take a bath?" she asked.

Galen couldn't keep from laughing. "Not necessarily," he said and he sat up. She wasn't letting go of his cock so he looked at her. "Gonna keep hold of that thing all night?" he asked with a playful smirk.

"Maybe," she said. "I find I quite like the feel of it in my hand."

That was enough to send blood pumping into it again and her eyes went wide as she felt it surge with blood. "Keep talking like that and you'll not get a wink of sleep tonight," he teased.

"I don't imagine I'd be complaining too much," she said with a lopsided grin. She reluctantly let go of him when he stood and moved to get a towel from by the wash basin.

"Here," he said and handed it to her. "Better clean up before it dries."

Her eyes went wide. "What will happen if it dries?" she asked.

He grinned at her. Her naive questions were so adorable. "Nothing except it crusts up like blood and is much harder to clean up than when it's wet," he said.

"Oh," she said and blushed slightly as she started to clean herself off. "I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. It's just my first time and I'm insanely curious about it all."

"So you've never slept in the guardhouse while some of the men pleasured themselves?" he asked.

She blushed crimson and he realized she had. She nodded. "I would never ask those kinds of questions to my fellow guard, though," she said. "Most of the time when it happened the guard in question thought the others were sleeping."

He nodded. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Ask me any question you want. I don't mind, really."

He realized his half limp cock was still hanging out so he started to pull his pants back up. "Please don't," she said, blushing again. "I like the way it looks."

He smiled at her. "It's almost time for dinner," he said. "After dinner, if you're still interested, you can see it for as long as you like. Provided you return the favor?"

She smiled and nodded. "I think that's fair," she said and stood up. She clasped the button back over her breasts before wrapping her arms around him. "Thank you," she said.

"For what?" he asked as he returned her embrace.

"For not letting the unfortunate circumstances of the past week get in the way this time," she said. When he didn't respond, she said, "I realize I might be bordering on insensitivity, but, well, I love you, Galen. I miss them, too, terribly. I know you're not from this world but we grieve quickly and move on. If we don't, death is sure to find us much more quickly than we wish."

He placed a tentative hand on top of her head and stroked down the back of her head. "I... well..." he paused as he held her tighter. "I understand. I'm not mad at you and I do care for you as well. I just... I've never suffered a loss like this before and my brain doesn't know how to cope with it. Under normal circumstances I'd probably be drowning my sorrows in alcohol."

She looked up into his eyes. "So why aren't you?" she asked.

A soft knock on his door interrupted them. "Yes?" Galen asked.

"Your meal is on it's way, my lord," one of the maids said. "I thought to tell you since you and Lady Lucinda weren't in her room as you planned."

"Thank you," he said. "We'll be there shortly." Then looking back down into her pale blue eyes he said, "I'm honestly not sure."

Taking her hand in his, he led her out the door and to her room. When they arrived, he was surprised to see it decorated in pastel pinks and purples. A small table had been set with two chairs and Galen waited while Lucinda moved to her wardrobe to put on something more decent. Upon returning, they had no sooner sat down than the servants began bringing in food.

"I think you might need to make an effort of dining in the hall occasionally," she said as she took a bite of mashed potatoes.

"Well that's a strange way to start a conversation," he joked. "But I'll bite. Why?"

"You are the sovereign of the land," she said after swallowing. "You need to be seen by the people from time to time to let them know you're still alive." She chuckled.

"Well," he said, and brought out a slip of parchment, offering it to her. She took it with a questioning look and read it. "I was going to wait until after dinner to give that to you." Her eyes went wide. "But now is as good a time as any. Does my future wife require me to do so?"

Her breath caught and she looked at him with no small amount of trepidation. "I'm not... I mean... I don't want to..."

He reached across the table and took her hand in his. "You're not replacing them, if that's what you're thinking," he reassured her. "More like adding to the harem." When her eyes went wide again in shock, he backpedalled. "Poor choice of words. I'm sorry. I meant adding to the family." She relaxed slightly and he continued. "I'm one hundred percent sure Miranda would have approved. Matilda wouldn't have cared one way or the other." He smiled at her.

"Are you sure?" she asked hesitantly. "About me, I mean?"

["He's sure,"] Devi said. ["Trust me."]

"I'm-" Galen began but Lucinda cut him off.

"Who was that?" Lucinda asked, wide eyed and fearful.

["I thought you were going to wait until after the battle?"] Galen thought to Devi with an inward smirk.

Lucinda looked at him. "Was that... you!?" she asked. She was breathing heavily, her body tense as if she was ready to bolt.

"What did you hear?" Galen said. He had raised his hands in defense and scooted his chair back slightly.

"Some- someone said 'He's sure. Trust me.' Then someone else said something about waiting until after the battle," she said. She looked like she was starting to panic.

"Easy, Lucy," Galen said as he got up and slowly approached her from around the table. "It's alright. I can explain everything. Will you let me?"

She nodded slightly and pulled him into her. "I'm not going crazy, am I?" she asked as she buried her face in his stomach.

He chuckled. "Not hardly," he said. "The second voice was me," he said. "The first voice was... my goddess, Devi."

She looked up at him and her eyes were so big he couldn't help but think of Puss 'n Boots. "Your... goddess?" she asked.

"Mm-hmm," he said looking down into her eyes. "She's the one responsible for the massacre I created in the clearing that day."

"She is?" Lucinda asked. "So, you're her Herald?"

Galen smiled. "Her Herald, her Hero, Her Champion, and her Priest all rolled into one neat little package," he said.

"Why doesn't she have someone else to fill those roles?" she asked.

["I'm a newly ascended goddess,"] Devi explained and Lucinda flinched. ["I'm sorry, Lucinda. I did want to wait until after the battle to let Galen tell you about me, but I could feel your resolve wavering in accepting his proposal. Please marry him. You both need each other to survive the coming storm."]

"I-I-I'll not leave his s-side, my... er...," Lucinda stuttered. "Even if I choose not to marry him."

["I know you won't,"] Devi said. ["But he needs you as more than a protector and bed-mate."]

Lucinda blushed as she looked up into Galen's eyes. "Can you hear her?" she asked. He nodded softly. "Why me?" she asked.

"To be honest, proposing to you this soon was not my idea," he answered. "I wanted to wait a while. At least until I've had time to grieve, but Devi insisted, so, who am I to argue with a goddess?"

"Good point," Lucinda said. "But that still doesn't answer my question."

Galen sighed and smiled as he knelt down to her level. Looking into her eyes he said, "I love you, Lucy. I suppose I started to take notice of you the first day I confronted you in the Great Hall. I had already spoken at length with Miranda about you and even she pushed me to propose before..." He trailed off as grief struck him in the chest. "I wanted to wait, though," he said when he composed himself. "It was too soon after Matilda and I thought she would see it as me getting bored with her so soon after marriage."

Lucinda looked into his eyes. "That makes sense," she said. "So, Lady Miranda approved?"

["She did,"] Devi answered and Lucinda flinched slightly again.

Galen chuckled softly. "You'll get used to it," he said. "The only reason it didn't throw me off initially is because I was so focused on saving..." he trailed off again. "Anyway, yes. Miranda wholeheartedly approved. And not just because of your station. Didn't you wonder why she started paying more attention to you and including you in various household discussions?"

Lucinda's eyes widened a bit. "I did," she said and smiled at a memory. "She called me into a meeting with the maids once. When I asked her why I needed to be there she told me it was so I could coordinate the castle guard better to protect the servants."

Devi giggled. ["She would have been perfect as one of my followers,"] she said. ["I have to go, now, you two. I need to rest. Please say yes, Lucinda."]

Lucinda looked up at Galen. "If I say yes, my duties won't change?" she asked. "As first wife it would be my duty to manage the house. I'm not sure I'm up to the task."

"You'll actually be fourth wife," Galen corrected. "And as far as managing the house, that's what we have Beyron for," Galen said. "No, your duties won't change. The only difference is you'll be my wife and will share my bed. No more of this," he said motioning to the room around them.

"I'll insist on adding a bit of personal touch to our room," she said.

"I would be concerned if you didn't," he said.

"And you'll never neglect me if I'm in need?" she asked.

He hesitated briefly. "Never intentionally," he answered. "In fact, if you ever start to feel that way I give you permission to smack me upside the head. Devi certainly doesn't have a problem with it."

Lucinda's eyes went wide in realization. "So that's what was happening in the courtyard that day? She was smacking you in the head?"

Galen chuckled. "Yes," he said. "Now, one more thing before you answer. Will you tell me about you?"

She stiffened. "Everything?" she asked in a choking whisper.

"I'm an open book, Lucy," he said. "In my mind it's only fair. However, I realize a person's past can be, for lack of a better word, fucked up, and they'd be hesitant to share. Though I hope you will, I won't be angry with you if you don't."

"I love you, Galen," she said. "You know that. But putting that kind of trust in a person, no matter how much you love them, is a risk."

"I understand," he said. "I won't push it. But trust me when I say that it won't be so bad as to make me think less of you for it. Just please don't let it negatively influence your decision."

She looked at him and tears started to fill her eyes. "You... really do... want me?" she asked.

He took her hands in his. "Of course I do, silly girl," he said. "I told you I'm an open book. I don't play with people's emotions so off-handedly." Then, thinking about his actions the previous night, he said. "Well, not intentionally. I'm not perfect, Lucy. I'll be the first to admit that. I'm human and I'm going to make mistakes. But that doesn't mean I'll love you any less."

Not knowing what else to say, he just knelt there with her hands in his. He could see her weighing the options. If she said no, he'd still continue to have dinner with her. He'd still love her when she needed it. Nothing would change for him. If she said yes, though, he'd take her here and now and be damned what anybody else said. ["That's the spirit,"] Devi whispered into his head.

She smiled at him then stood. Slowly, she started removing her clothes. One by one her garments slid away from her beautiful body and fell to the floor. Galen hardened immediately when her breasts were exposed again. "Stand up," she said and took his hand in hers. Even more slowly, she started undressing him. She bit her bottom lip as she removed his clothes. When he was fully naked with his cock standing at attention, she grabbed it and started stroking it slowly as she had before. He groaned and she gave him a mischievous smile as she tugged on his shaft, pulling him along behind her.

Galen laughed when she led him by the dick to her bed. She sat down on the bed and took his length into her hot, waiting mouth. She suckled softly as she bobbed up and down on his length. The sensations of her lips sliding up and down on his shaft sent tendrils of pleasure shooting through his core. "You are so amazing," he whispered as he placed a hand on the top of her head. She playfully batted it away as she serviced him. He chuckled and left his hands dangling by his side.