Alina

Mounting the large black beast, they soared up towards the orange skies, chasing the setting sun. The Red River stretched beneath them, snaking between the Eastern hills and the Western woods, its red waters sparkling like boiling flames as it travelled North towards Brynhal. Alina screamed as the winds slapped against her face, her insides whirling with excitement at the enormous speed of their ride. If she had thought that Achilles was the fastest Pegasus in Engeldom, then she was very wrong.

"Enjoying yourself?" Tristan shouted over the sound of flapping wings and Alina only screamed out in response. "Well, you haven't seen anything yet." She could hear the evil smirk in his voice, and before she knew it, he gave the reins a hard tug, and Nomad went diving down with terrifying speed, like a large rock sinking down into the depth of a cold black sea. 

Alina's heart sank along and she screeched, her hands clutching desperately at the saddle. Tristan wrapped one strong arm around her, securing her in place, while his other hand held on tight to the reins. His loud laughter mingled with her screams and resonated through her body as he pressed her tight against his chest.

"Please stop!" she cried, tears of exhilaration flying out of her eyes. She felt like a total mess, laughing and crying at the same moment, terrified of Tristan's recklessness yet perfectly safe within his hold.

The remaining moments passed peacefully as Nomad flew at a more reasonable pace, carrying them back to the castle, while the final stains of red sunset started fading within the darkening skies.

Alina was still giggling as they walked into the castle, the sound of her laughter echoing between the high walls. Only to stop and close her hand against her mouth as she found Tristan leading her towards the great hall.

"Where are you taking me?" Alina asked, but Tristan only pulled her along without a word.

Alina held her breath as they entered the golden great hall. The large banquet table was already full where Tristan's close friends and council members sat gathered for dinner, chattering aimlessly as they awaited him. And silence fell as Tristan walked inside, curious eyes staring both at him and the timid young woman by his side. Alina was not sure if she should be here. But it was Tristan himself who held her arm and tugged her along. She peeked up towards him to make sure that he wanted her here, and her heart warmed instantly at the expression she saw on his face. He held his head high as he approached his seat with Alina at his side, looking all proud and smug as if he were walking with the queen of Vausterland herself.

Alina noticed how everyone looked at them with surprise, except for his two best friends. Edward who was smiling mischievously as if he knew more than he should, and Cylia who wore a very unusual blank expression as if she did not like what she saw.

"Are you sure I can join you?" Alina whispered as Tristan pulled her into the seat between him and Cylia.

"I wouldn't have brought you here if I wasn't sure," he whispered back as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face. Alina's heart fluttered at the gesture. Was Tristan really aware that everyone was watching them?

But the attention was soon drawn away from them as dinner was served. Tristan put an arm around her waist and landed a quick kiss to her forehead, before he turned to his plate. This must be a dream. Tristan was a dream. She might have thought that she loved him. But no, this was more. If there were something stronger than love then this was how she felt about him.

"Why are you not eating?" Tristan turned to her with a frown, and she realized that she had indeed not touched her plate. But how could she eat when she sat so close to this god? "Come on, I don't want to make a scene here and start feeding you myself."

Alina blushed at the thought of Tristan feeding her before the presence of his whole council. Of course he wouldn't do that. He just liked to tease her as usual. He just –

Before she knew it, something warm and delicious slipped through her slightly parted lips, and a little squeal escaped her as she realized that Tristan had indeed just fed her before the presence of his whole council.

"Good girl," he smirked before he turned to eat as well.

Alina felt her cheeks glowing, and she lowered her head in deep embarrassment. How could he do that? Thankfully not many people seemed to have noticed what Tristan did, but she could clearly tell that Edward was smirking knowingly by his side. Not wanting to attract more attention, Alina started eating by herself. But that still did not stop Tristan from slipping in a few bites into her mouth...

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MATURE CONTENT WARNING!

The following part contains explicit sex. It's a bit more extra than the stuff I've written before, (perhaps a bit kinky too), so be prepared, or skip if you're not comfortable, lol. You have been warned.

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Alina gasped as Tristan swept her up in his arms, and she squirmed playfully as he carried her towards his bed.

"Let me down!" she kicked in mock protest.

"Playing hard to get, are we?" he teased as he tossed her unto the bed. Alina turned onto her front as she attempted to get away from Tristan, liking the idea of a little chase. Only to find a hard slap landing unto her backside.

She yelped in surprise and quickly sat up in place, staring at Tristan with wide eyes. Despite the sting, she couldn't deny that she liked it. Tristan stood leering down at her, his lips curling into a smirk as if he could read her mind.

"Strip," he simply ordered. And Alina was torn between the desire to do exactly as he said and the urge to tease him more. But deciding on the latter, she frowned and folded her arms.

"No," she pouted, and she couldn't help the slight thrill she felt as Tristan's eyes darkened. He only gave a little tsk, before he suddenly grabbed both her feet and pulled her towards him, making her squeal.

"When I say strip, you strip," his voice was deep and dark, sending shivers down her spine, but at the same time making her insides flutter. His hands found their way to the hem of her dress, and the next instant, it was flying over her head. A sudden coldness washed over her, confirming that she was completely naked, and her hands quickly flew to cover her exposed breasts.

"Keep your hands off," Tristan quickly grabbed her hands and forced them down at both sides of her head. "You do not hide those tits from me. Unless if you want me to tie you up."

Alina's eyes widened at his words, and not daring to tease him again, she kept her hands where he had placed them.

"Good girl," he breathed as he leaned in close to her face, his husky voice sending tingles all through her body.

Despite the darkness in the dimly lit chamber, Alina could clearly see the hunger in Tristan's black eyes, and the swift swipe of his tongue across his bottom lip. She closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss, only to be disappointed when he drew away from her. His hands suddenly grabbed both her breasts and she moaned as his palms expertly teased and kneaded her. Her body twisted as he sat straddling her in the middle of the bed, one hand fondling her breasts while the other started trailing down, until he reached the warm spot between her legs. And he chuckled.

"I barely touched you and you're that wet already?" he taunted, and she could feel her face blushing terribly. "Such a little slut, aren't you?"

Alina winced and whimpered at his words. Damn it. How could he say such a thing to her? And more strangely, how could it turn her on so terribly.

"Oh look at you," Tristan chuckled as his fingers teased her deeper between her legs. "Do you like being called a slut?"

"No..." she moaned, while her whole body twisted with desire.

"Oh but I think you do," he said, sending a little slap to her thigh. He rose off her for a moment long enough to rip off his shirt and pull down his pants, before he quickly turned back to her, grabbing her by both arms. "Get up slut," he ordered, pulling her into his lap, and Alina suddenly found herself straddling him while he leaned back against the headboard.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" he asked, sending another slap to her backside. "Show me how a good slut you are."

Biting her bottom lip, Alina held on to Tristan's shoulders for support and started moving her herself up and down his hard length. Another slap fell against her ass, and she moaned as it stung and pleasured her at the same time.

"Faster slut," he growled, and Alina silently obeyed. She tightened her hold unto his shoulders, increasing her pace and deepening her thrusts. Echoing slaps filled the chamber as his hands fell again and again against her bare ass, urging her to keep going. Hard consecutive spanks that sent her writhing with wanton lust and pushed her further and further towards the edge.

"Good slut, keep going," he grunted as pleasure seemed to build up inside him as well. 

His hips moved urgently up and down along with her thrusts, adding more pressure to their rough love making. He held her waist with one hand while his other hand continued to spank her. He slammed into her, pounding her hard, and her moans grew louder as the sinful pleasure built up inside her. He was right. She was a slut. She liked him calling her a slut. She liked him fucking her hard and slapping her ass. She cried out as his spanks and his thrusts grew more intense, and she dug her nails deeper into his shoulders.

"Yes, that's my slut," he growled as he gave her ass one final hard slap. And that was her undoing. His deep voice, the humiliating insult, and the stinging spank. She screamed out, and her whole body convulsed and trembled as blinding pleasure burst within her core. Her back arched, her legs melted, her head floated. Tristan's warmth filled her and he gave out a hoarse cry, his hands grabbing unto her waist as his body shuddered along with hers...

Little tingling shocks still lingered between her legs, and she was still moaning as she lay resting against Tristan's heaving chest. His arms closed around her as he caught his breath, and she closed her eyes as she listened to his hammering heartbeats.

I love you.

She believed she heard him whisper, before her mind slipped into a deep peaceful sleep.

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