fic: Wedding Night

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Title: Wedding Night
Series: FE4
Character/pairing: Midir/Edain
Rating: NSFW
Word Count: 2,388
Summary: After the marriage comes their first night together.
Author's note:

Personally, I always marry Midir and Edain as fast as physically possible (which is early chapter 2 in my case.) But I tend to like the couples being married in Silesse for the winter aesthetic.



Lady Edain deserved a big, beautiful wedding with a gorgeous wedding dress befitting her. She deserved flower decorations and thousands of guests. What she got was a cold and drafty church in Silesse, with their fellow members of Sigurd's ragtag army of so-called traitors all around them. It was winter in Silesse, so she didn't even have a bouquet. She'd had to settle for paper flowers and a ring he spent all his earnings from the arena on. She wore her usual robes, with a veil of old, yellowed lace bought secondhand.

She looked so beautiful, like a goddess. Midir could scarcely believe that she was here marrying him.

For so many years, it seemed his feelings would never reach her. And now, here he was. Branded as a traitor, but by his side.

Midir promised himself that when this was all over, they would marry again. Not for him, but her. He wasn't one for parties, but she deserved a grand gala and a beautiful dress, and to not be falsely branded a traitor, especially when she had only been helping an old friend who had saved her life.

All these thoughts were pushed aside as she took his hands and kissed him. Man and wife, until death do them part.

*

Euphoria and exhaustion commingled within him, even both at once. He'd been on his feet all day, when he was used to riding. He had stood beside his lady liege and vowed to love her forever in a small church on a cold day.

Even after the ceremony had been a small affair, where the members of the army at at one of the restaurants and he sat beside her. He'd never felt such pride before, to think he, of all people got to be Lady Edain's husband.

And now, they were truly a married couple on their first night together.

She removed her yellowed veil and set it aside.

He had moved into her room within the barracks. There was far much less for him to move than her. Midir only kept his bows with him. He'd left Yngvi with only his weapons and the clothes on his back. And even now, he carried little more.

"Are you ready to go to bed, Midir?" Her voice was soft, but it held an even suggestive edge.

"Ah...yes," he said quickly.

"Is something the matter, Midir? Did you eat something which didn't agree with you?"

"No...I... I have to admit something to you, Lady Edain...I'm not skilled."

She inclined her head. "What are you talking about? You've plenty skills as a knight. Few can match your prowess with a bow," she said.

He cleared his throat. "I mean...I've no experience in...such things. I mean....intimate things. Once I saw you...there never was another for me. Even if it seemed hopeless, I dedicated myself to being your knight. No other women were in my heart then and now. But, it means that you were the first woman I ever kissed."

Midir had started to babble, for sure.

He let his gaze fall upon her. He still could scarcely believe she was his.

"I dreamt of being here with you, as your husband. I never thought it would come to pass. But, once I'd met you, I'd fallen so deeply in love with you. I'd rather be hopelessly in love with you than ever go for another."

"Oh, so that's what you meant. I have no experience as well. You were my first kiss, and my first love."

"Then let me show you how. We'll learn together."

She removed her robes and left them on the floor. Her body was curvy and gorgeous in a way which made him groan softly, and made his breeches seem suddenly far too tight.

He paused with his hand at his belt, and was unable to move, was barely able to breathe.

He'd known she was beautiful. He'd known she was his own love from the moment he first saw her, as hopeless as a knight loving his lady liege would be. But now....no other woman would ever compare to her. She laid upon the bed, her long and flowing golden wavy hair across the sheets. She invited him, compelled him.

"Come lay beside me. We can go slow, if you wish. Unless you wish to wait?"

"N-No! I don't want to wait at all."

She laughed softly. "Me neither, love. Please don't keep me waiting too long...I need you to warm me up...and fill me up."

His hands trembled as he undid his tunic, his breeches, the satchel and belts of his quiver. He was not bulky or muscular. He instead had features many family members had decried would have been beautiful on a woman. She loved him anyways.

He came up beside her with complete reverence. He could scarcely bring himself to touch her. She was divine, like a sculpture of a goddess near him with her pale, perfect skin and beautiful curves.

She guided him with her beautiful, even elegant hands across her. First to her large breasts. She brought his fingers to trace over her red nipples which hardened at the touch.

Her lips slowly parted and she let out a little moan. At first, he was about to draw back and apologize, in case he had hurt her. But, he realized by her expression it was pleasure.

He bent down and kissed her soft skin. Hesitantly at first, then with more resolve. Down her neck, and over her breasts. He flicked his tongue over her nipples and felt himself harden even more at her sudden moans.

She took his hand and guided him between her legs. Unease turned to desire as he gently began to caress where she showed him against to hear that little whimper. A few moments later, he was rewarded with it again. A soft, yet sharp gasp.

She was softer than he could ever imagine any woman could be. Slick, too as he began to explore with his fingers. She brought him to her clit, and moved his fingers. After he got the first gasp, and moan, she drew back and let him work. She still held tight to him for support.

He dared to kiss her. She she eagerly, even hungrily kissed him back. All along, he touched her at this one sensitive place. She rocked against him, and ground her slick labia over and over, desperate for release.

He watched her reaction carefully, even adoringly. He felt deeply honored and grateful to be able to simply know her, let alone love her and see her in their most intimate moments.

Her beautiful golden eyes became unfocused, her face flushed and she let out a particularly loud moan. He felt her throbbing beneath his fingers.

Had he succeeded? Surely, this must be good, the way she put her head back and gasped, gasped. Her breaths had been quite intense, and she finished with a slight moan.

He'd never imagined she could be even more beautiful. But, here, captivated by passion she was gorgeous beyond belief. Her flushed face and deep breaths that made her chest rise and fall. The soft warmth of her skin, which he only wanted to explore more.

With his tongue.

"I want to taste you. Is that all right?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Is something the matter? Do you wish me to stop?"

"D-Dear, I haven't quite recovered yet. I can barely think."

He waited a moment. He hadn't quite realized just how long a woman could feel pleasure. It took several moments before she seemed to regain her senses.

His mouth came between her thighs. She was so warm, and slick against his tongue. He tested and tasted her. His breath against her seemed to affect her. He moved his tongue where his fingers had been moments earlier. She was even more sensitive this time. She reached to desperately hold on as he licked her, tasted her.

"Ah....M-Midir...p-please don't stop...oh...."

He reached up, and took her hands in his. And as he tasted her, his fingers entwined more between hers. Her breathing became so very heavy as he explored her with his tongue. Her hips bucked upwards in a sudden movement, and a long moan. He felt her throb hard beneath his tongue.

He lifted up from between the softness of her thighs.

"I love you, Lady Edain. Above all others. I swear I will love you all my life."

She didn't immediately respond.

"M-Midir, dear, I can barely speak. Ah.....of course I love you. I adore you. But you've made me come twice in a row."

"Sorry, Lady Edain. I keep underestimating how long it lasts for you. It's...shorter for me."

"N-No need to apologize. It is our very first night together. There's much to get used to and learn about each other. And it is your turn, and my turn to feel you inside of me."

"Only if you feel ready. I've heard things. It might hurt. I'd never want to hurt you, even a little."

"I want you, Midir. I don't care the consequences."

It echoed the first confession there on the battlefield. Him bloodied and in her arms. She cried as she healed him, and held him close for so long, until the incoming soldiers broke them apart.

For a moment, Midir paused. She'd guided him through before, and with her help, he'd succeeded in making her feel good.

"You want me to lead the way?"

"Yes...I'm still new at this."

"For someone so new, you've already done so well. Maybe you're a prodigy in many things, Midir."

Lady Edain was always so kind. She bestowed compliments and her attention to him, but it only made him greedy for more. It was never enough to simply be her knight. He wanted her to be his bride for so long, even when it seemed completely impossible, as he was a knight without any royal peerage, and she was the Lady of Yngvi, and the inheritor of blood of the Crusaders.

"Lay back," she said.

She smiled with such fondness and love as she climbed on top of him. She kissed him first, and began to lower her hips slowly. The first moment she brushed against him with her soft, slick labia, Midir could hardly keep quiet.

She rubbed against him, coating his erection with her wetness. When every inch of him was slick, she guided him inside her. For a moment, they didn't move. He barely breathed. The surge of pleasure left him breathless.

She was so warm around him, so soft. He never could've imagined such pleasure could be his. That she could be his. Every nerve was alight with pleasure within him.

"Midir, my love, I'm going to start moving my hips now. Is that okay?"

"Y-Yes."

His breathing became quicker as she moved. And how graceful and beautiful was the way she moved her body with him deep inside her. He held at her hips, as she took full control. She took him as deep as she wanted.

She was so beautiful, her golden blond and wavy hair spilled down onto him as she leaned down to kiss him. She moved her hips faster, and let out little cries as she drew him deeper into her body.

She moved faster and more desperately.

"Ah! I l-love you, Midir!"

He brought her close to him. She laid her head on his chest and smiled in such a dreamy way up at him.

"It didn't hurt, did it, Lady Edain?"

"It felt very good. You did a wonderful job for someone with no experience, my love."

"It's our very first day being married. I had a wonderful day, Midir."

"As did I. To many more," he said. Like a toast.


*

They lived in bliss even as battles came. Often after battle, they'd return to her rooms and have nights even more passionate than their wedding night. Though, she grew somewhat tired, and had caught some kind of stomach illness which made her sensitive, even nauseous at times. And smells bothered her, even some which had been innocuous before.

He worried over her, even incessantly. He hated to even leave her on the battlefield, lest she faint.

On his insistence, she went to the local monks to seek healing. When she returned, she had a soft smile upon her face.

He hoped it meant the news was good.

"Midir, I spoke to the monks about my condition."

"Will....Will it be all right?" Midir said uncertainly.

It was unthinkable to lose her just as he'd finally had the right to love her.

She brought his hand to her stomach and rested it there. He gave her a curious look.

"You can't feel anything yet...but soon you will. I'm bearing your child, Midir."

He looked to her suddenly, a mix of emotions. Joy and shock all at once.

"Counting the days back, I think it was our wedding night when it happened."

"A child? Truly?"

"Yes. That's why I've been so tired. Nothing's wrong, and there's no reason to worry. They were just symptoms of pregnancy. The monks said I should eat a little more and not push myself so hard."

He held her close.

"I daresay there's still plenty of reasons to worry and look out for you."

"You'd worry for me whatever I say. But, then, it's the same with me. If you suddenly seemed to have taken ill, I'd never stop praying for you or looking out for you."

"You've made me the happiest man in all of Jugdral, Lady Edain."

"And you have made me the happiest woman in all of Jugdral, my Midir."

"We should think of names, my love. What do you think? I've always liked the name 'Lana' for a girl, and 'Lester' for a boy. They were the names of some of my ancestors. I've always wanted to honor them."

"I think those are lovely names," he said.