For The Hero's Love: The Wedding Night

By: SomaFan (Vic Banks)

Author's notes:

This would replace the last 3 paragraphs of the previous chapter. This is the lemony version, so if you don't like it please don't read it.

This has the same warnings as the last chapter. This is a yaoi. Don't like? Don't read.

And once again I do not own fable or its characters. …if I did there would have been a lot less bugs in it. :P

The wedding had been beautiful, yet simple. Surprisingly not too many people had shown up, I would have expected a hero's wedding to be filled with heartbroken men and women and tons of adoring fans, though the few guests that did come were heroes in training, and full-fledged heroes. Thunder, Briar Rose, The Guildmaster, Maze, even Whisper had shown up. She talked to my love alone for a few minutes and when they came back they were both smiling, finally having made up. It was held at the beach, and it couldn't have been a more breathtaking scene. The crystal blue waves had rolled gently onto the sand, the sun had shown in a bright, cheerful way, and a calm breeze blew keeping everything at a nice comfortable temperature.

There he had stood in his best bright villager outfit, smiling at me as he waited by the makeshift alter on the pier. He had his hair done up in a nice ponytail and had shaved for the occasion. It took everything I had not to run up the aisle, wrap him in a hug, and give him a deep kiss. I don't remember hearing what the minister said, or even what we said as our vows to each other, but when he placed the ring on my finger and kissed me I was in heaven.

There had been a small reception in the local bar afterward, but it was more of a blur then anything. People congratulated us, shook our hands, danced to light music, and laughter filled the air… but all I really remember was a feeling of intense nervousness. It all really seemed too good to be true, just like a dream, and I kept expecting something to happen that would shatter it.

After a few hours of drinking, some of the guests got a little too rowdy. Briar Rose and Whisper had got into a pretty vicious cat fight over a young hero trainee who had, not surprisingly, run away when it began. Both had gotten hurt, and the Guildmaster just HAD to put his two cents in by saying, "Your health is low. Do you have any potions or food?" This made him the target of both girls attacks, and, much to my surprise, no one made a move to help the old man who was getting beaten up. I would later find out that he was always popping in on the guild seals to tell this to all of them, and they were all quite sick of it.

The party kept going, but my husband had taken my hand and led me out of the tavern. We walked together into the clear, crisp night air and up the small hill that lead to our house. I was once again very nervous, but if he noticed he didn't say anything. I sat in a chair while he lit up a fire, and watched as the flames painted his face in their warm orange glow. The warmth it gave off also had a wonderful calming effect on my nerves…Until he pulled up a chair and sat next to me, and I was once again wound up tighter then a Christmas goose.

I was sure he could hear the pounding of my heart, as it was deafening to my own ears. He gave a soft chuckle, and I realized he had been watching my face which then proceeded to turn the brightest shade of red imaginable. He gave another soft laugh, but when I turned my head away he grabbed it and pulled me back locking our eyes. He then leaned it and gave me a kiss, it was soft, sweet, and almost teasing… or maybe testing would be the right word. It gave me the feeling that if I said no, he would stop. I was scared. Terrified of what would happen next…but even more so of him stopping. I wanted him to continue. Wanted him to take this warm feeling he gave me and turn it into a raging inferno, so I kissed him back.

It quickly lost its softness and became urgent with unfulfilled hunger. His tongue passed across my lips, asking for an entrance which I gladly gave. We explored each others mouths, our tongues battling for supremacy. It was a fight I thought I might have a chance of winning, until he began massaging the roof of my mouth. The sensation had me melting into his arms as my legs became like water. Oh dear Avo! Where had he learned to kiss!?

I felt him smirk as he scooped me up into his arms, and carried me to the bed, all without breaking that heavenly kiss. His hand had found its way under my shirt, and it gently caressed my stomach, before wandering up to my chest to pinch and play with my nipples. He broke the kiss and I groaned in frustration, till I opened my eyes and saw he had removed his shirt, revealing a well muscled chest with a beautiful tattoo of a Griffin on it. There was a faint scar across his torso which I later found out to be a balverine claw mark, from his first trip though Darkwood. I couldn't stop myself from reaching out and tracing it with my hand. This sent a small shiver through his body. He closed his eyes and let a small mewl escape his lips. However he soon grew impatient with my tender exploration of his chest, and I could understand. After all we had a lifetime to explore, now was a time to enjoy. His hands brushed mine away and he removed my shirt. I felt embarrassed as he took in my body. I was a crate carrier so I was hardly out of shape, but when compared to him…… He seemed pleased with what he saw though, because he smiled and kissed me again. It was a soft fluttering kiss, that quickly left my mouth and was trailed down my neck. He kissed and sucked and I winced when he bit gently leaving only the faintest of marks, proof to the world that I was his.

He soon stared kissing lower, and I closed my eyes reveling in the sensations. When he reached my chest he licked and sucked one nub until it was hard, and then repeated the process for the other. It was about this time that he had moved one of his hands down to rub at my hardening erection through my pants. His tongue trailed down to my stomach, licking around my bellybutton, before dipping in swirling around, only for a moment though, as it continued its journey south, stopping when it reached the edge of my trousers. With a big pull he had my pants and underwear off and on the floor randomly discarded with our shirts. To my dismay he only gave my throbbing member the smallest touch, but that was soon forgotten as he began to lick and suck at my anus. When he inserted a finger I gasped though it hadn't hurt. It did feel uncomfortable, but not unbearably so. At this point he took my member into his mouth and began sucking it gently while moving his finger in and out. He soon inserted another finger, which was soon joined by a third, and he began a strange scissoring motion. The uncomfortable feeling had become harder to ignore, but he picked up his pace of his sucking, and began swallowing me deep into his throat, which soon had me purring in pleasure. Just as I was about to release he stopped and pulled his fingers out of me. He gave an amused smirk at my frustrated growl, and quickly relived himself from his own pants which had become very tight.

For the first time I saw him in his full glory, and I have to say it was a sin to make this man wear clothes. He was just so gorgeous. His own engorged pride stood fully erect in front of him, weeping slightly with pre-ejaculate. I licked my lips and, without any encouragement on his part, grabbed it rubbing it softly up and down. He rocked his hips a little trying to create a bit more friction, but I placed a hand on his waist to stop him. He complied and watched as I lowered my head down to it. He all but whimpered as I licked the tip tasting the slightly white drops that hung there. It was a little salty, but also very sweet, proof of his love for pies I suppose, and I loved it. I immediately brought him into my mouth, sucking him full force. I felt his hand in my hair, guiding me gently. It pulled me back when I accidentally grazed it too hard with my teeth, but soon relaxed again as I slowed the pace a bit. I tried to put it down my throat as he had done to me, but it was far too big and I gagged. As I coughed he pulled me up to him and stared kissing my neck in a soothing way which soon took the slight pain away. He laid me back down and began kissing me deeply. I felt his member at my entrance, and braced myself. I screamed when he entered me. The pain was intense despite the earlier stretching, and it felt like I had been ripped in two. To his credit he didn't move and licked the tears from my face. The soothing noises he made helped calm me down a little and despite the pain I managed to relax a bit. This took a portion of the sting out of it, and I nodded my head signaling him to start. He complied, slowly at first, rocking his hips in time with the waves which we could hear from the slightly open window. The pain began to fade, replaced by a slight burning sensation. I wouldn't have called it pleasant at this point, but as he picked up the pace that sensation began to reawaken my arousal. Soon he was pounding into me full force, and I was moaning. His breathing was becoming raspy and he had begun to grunt a little signaling his own impending release. Then he hit something deep inside and I cried out. He took notice and angled himself to hit that spot on every thrust. His pace became faster and faster and soon he cried out in pleasure as he thrust as deep as he could and ejaculated. The sudden warmth that flowed into me sent me over the edge as well, coating both of our stomachs in white cream.

He collapsed next to me, breathing heavily. I was tired, and I had a feeling I'd be sore the next morning, but I didn't care. At the moment everything was wonderful. I snuggled closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around me. As we laid in bed afterward, basking in the warm glow of the small fire and the after math of bliss, a thought came to me and I couldn't help but giggle. He looked at me confused and I laughed a little harder.

"It's a little too late to ask…but I just realized I don't even know your true name."

He laughed out loud at this, than leaned closer to me. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "My name is…"

The end.

Author's Notes:

1) Yes, I know I suck at writing lemons.

2) Yes, I know my grammar sucks.

3) Yes, I know I have no imagination.

Despite 1, 2 and 3, I will keep writing, so I suggest you all read and review. That way I can, hopefully, get better and no one has to put up with crap like this again.