Written by: Miyu, Vampire Princess

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Another sequel to To Be Loved and a continuation of Together Forever. You can thank Mona-chan for this one. ^^ This includes the lemon that was not present on their wedding night, and takes place on the morning after Akito and Saki's wedding. This story is told from Akito's POV. LEMON WANRING!

I had a dream.

It's unusual for me, but not impossible.

Why do people think that so much is impossible for me?

I am their savior! I am their god!

Nothing is impossible for me.

In this dream, the sky is a bright blue with barely a cloud in sight. The air is lukewarm; warm against the skin in the sunlight, yet cool in the darkness of the shade. The birds usually twittering outside my windows are all a buzz this morning, although I do not know why.

Breakfast is served and I go about my usual morning routine with little interruption from the house staff. After a quiet walk through the gardens of the Honke, Kureno comes to hurry me back to my room. Apparently something is going to happen and I need to get ready. I allow him to usher me back to my rooms and bid him to stay as I prepare. Only the finest outfit I own will do for today. The event is so special that most of the family will be in attendance. I must look good before them.

As if transported I'm inside a strange building, one of the few buildings on the grounds of the Honke that are used only for special occasions. An hour or two has passed. I suppose what is about to happen is a special occasion. A wedding, I hear someone say. Someone's getting married. And when I hear Kureno call to me from the front of the room, I realize that the fool getting married is me.

The thought is strangely...comforting.

I realize I've blacked out until I feel a hand gently grasp mine. Someone is standing beside me. Very, very close. My heart stops as my eyes quickly take in who it is. My breath is trapped as I see the young woman beside me. Her white gown is dazzling, and quite a contrast to her ebony hair. Her dark hair has been plaited and placed in piles upon her head. Her eyes gaze at me, smiling as the lips upon her face do the same. This person is to be my wife?

She's very...beautiful.

The rest of the dream plays like a slide show. I'm shaking hands with family and friends. Yes, friends. Not my friends, though, but it matters little. I'm feeling strangely giddy, not to mention smiling like a fool.

There's dinner, followed by some dessert. A tall white cake decorated with violet and dark red flowers. I have to help cut the cake, although I'm not sure why. I only cut one piece, then it's over. Odd.

Dessert leads to dancing and other forms of merriment. I know I've laughed before, but I couldn't possible have ever laughed so hard. Between Ayame's antics, Shigure's sly taunts and Hatori's poorly composed demeanor, I think I should be amused for quite some time.

I know the party has dragged on too long when I begin to grow weary of my cousins' activities. I find my bride and escort her away from the room, to a room that we both know very well, or that we will in a short matter of time.

The activity that follows is somewhat of a blur. I touch her, tasting her with lips and tongue. I feel her body close to mine, the friction of my body sliding in and out of hers. I feel her legs wrap around my waist and the sound of my name on her lips. There is complete bliss...and then nothing.

We talk for a short time and as she places my hand over her bare stomach, my new wife tells me that I'm going to be a father. That is to be expected, isn't it? Especially after what had transpired between us. But I say nothing as I drift off to sleep.

And the best part of this dream is not being told that I'm going to be a father. No. The best part of this dream is the woman lying next to me. The woman who loves me and will be with me for the rest of my unnatural life.

Smiling I pull the covers tighter around me. As I bury myself deeper under the covers of my bed, I realize, very distinctly that something is out of place. Something is not right.

I can feel...yes feel...the light caress of soft fingertips along my skin. The touch begins on my cheek and slowly moves downward, over the shivering muscles of my jaw and neck, over the taut nipples of my chest, and lower still. I am calmed and excited all at once as those fingertips begin a gentle massage over my stomach, then move even lower to the firm proof of my maleness.

Fingertips become fingers as I feel my hardened length enveloped in soft warmth. A groan works it way free from deep in my throat. Another groan, and another come forth as those fingers begin a slow, gliding rhythm from the base of my cock to the tip. My hands clench at the sheets beneath me as the rhythm becomes faster. The feel of warm air against the tip is my undoing and I hear myself gasp in delight.

Air? Can one feel air in a dream? Can one feel devoured by moist heat?

By Kami!

With a jolt I realize that it's not a dream. It's real. So very real.

My eyes snap open only to see a pair of dark eyes staring back. Red lips curl into a smile and a light pink suffuses pale cheeks. Delicate fingers slide over my stomach and up over my chest finally settling just over my heart. Surely she can feel the fierce pounding there. I blink, looking at her with a scowl. Well, at least I try. I find that I am too exhausted to do much of anything, save for lie in bed and stare up at the beautiful creature beside me.

"I didn't mean to wake you," she says softly.

"Liar." It's a tease, and meant only as such. However, my voice is much harsher than I want it to be, mostly from the dryness of my throat.

"I really didn't mean to," she says earnestly.

"Then why'd you stop?"

She blinks at me like a young owl learning who it's mother is. I can't blame her for being surprised. When it comes to our relationship, I am in control. I allow her a small measure on the norm, if only to avoid being burned by her denpa, but I do not relinquish my control without good reason.

And right now, it's because I'm simply too tired to care. Not necessarily a good reason, but it will do.

Besides, her fingers felt very nice running along the bottom edge of my cock.

"Would you like me to continue?" she asks, her surprise slowly fading.

I offer her the best smile I can manage. "Do as you wish."

Our eyes remain locked as her hand re-blazes the trail from which it appeared, slowly caressing down over my chest, pausing only once to tease a hardened nipple. The little tease earns her a light gasp of appreciation and a moan as her hand continues downward.

As her fingers move across my stomach, the muscles there tense and relax sporadically. She plays my nerves like a harp, one finger dipping into the hollow of my bellybutton. She unconsciously licks her lips and I have a sudden urge to kiss her. Too bad that I really don't have the energy to do much of anything.

The smile on her lips appears in her eyes as I squirm a bit under her tender touch. Gentle fingertips move lower still, becoming increasingly bolder as I feel her touch against my groin. Then the touch disappears momentarily, causing me to growl, partly in anger. But then her fingers slide around my engorged cock and I moan into the sensation it causes.

My eyes close and our eye contact breaks.

It is against my better judgement but I surrender myself to her. Sleep floats about in my subconscious mind, but I fight it, not wanting to lose the feel of the sensations she's causing within me. Especially the delicious feel of her hands moving up and down over my rod. Or the moist heat that enfolds me, taking more and more of me inch by inch. It is sweet torture and at the same time...it is the greatest pleasure I have ever known.

My lips part, a gasp escaping my throat as I feel moist lips on the tip of my erection. At a very slow pace, almost achingly so, her lips surround me and she moves downward, taking me into her mouth inch by inch. Occasionally she pauses, her tongue licking at the underside of my heated flesh, before sliding even further.

It is tortuous moments before I feel my tip poke at the back of her throat and my eyes snap open once again. She's never gone down on me the whole way. I sigh in pleasure, as she begins move over me. One particular suckling motion causes me to cry out, my eyes threatening to roll into the back of my head at the delectable sensation.

I want this to last much longer than my body will allow. I see the light of my orgasm speeding towards me. Her nimble fingers massaging my balls does nothing to ease the intense pleasure I feel as the light hits me head on. She lowers her mouth all the way down on me as I come, the light pouring over me, blinding me, and the pleasure I feel is immeasurable to any other experience I can consciously recall.

As my body shivers in the aftermath of that wonderful orgasm two things become evident. The first is that the delicious warmth of Saki's mouth is being replaced by another form of heat. Something just as wet and hot and I moan as she rubs herself against my thigh.

The second is that my cock is still as hard as I remembered it. This fact is almost unthinkable to me. How is that possible? And why am I complaining?!

"Saki?" My voice sounds harsh, my throat still parched. But there's also a note of urgency, a hint of need, of want.

She smiles down at me as surprise passes over my face. Her lips lightly graze mine before she takes them in a gentle kiss. My arms finally find enough energy to move and my hands grasp her hips, helping her to position herself above me. She grinds into me, her moist folds rubbing over my hardened state.

The kiss deepens with a flick of her tongue and with little preamble, she lowers herself onto my cock just as slowly as she had gone down on me. She moans into the kiss, my fingers clenching her hips to keep her from moving once she is fully impaled upon me. The kiss breaks then as she straightens herself above me.

My hands caress a trail over her thighs as the muscles there tighten and she lifts herself up before dropping back down. She does this several times, experimenting with angle and rhythm until she finds an easy tempo that causes us both to moan in acute gratification.

The pace is leisurely but I can already feel my orgasm building. She is almost at the breaking point herself. Having held back to please me has been her undoing. But I will not let it end so quickly.

Her inner walls begin that familiar, enticing dance around my swollen organ. Gritting my teeth against the newest onslaught of white heat and bright light, I grasp her hips and continue to move her above me. She cries out in her final bout of ecstasy, my name carried into the breeze as little more than an impassioned groan.

Her body shivers, her eyes searching for mine as I continue to move her over me. The darkness in her eyes indicates that a new wave of pleasure is washing through her. Good. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold back my own completion.

She leans back, holding herself up with her hands on my thighs. My hips, now infused with energy, begin to pump upward in time to the rhythm I've set with her above me. The new angle of her body allows me to hit one sensitive spot, over and over and I know that she will be with me in my last.

After only a minute the friction is too much and I can no longer contain the dam about to break. I open myself to the light, allow myself to be blinded and the warmth to flow freely through my veins. My seed rushes into her and she cries out again. This time my name is carried along the wind as a guttural cry as she comes. She's beautiful above me, with her head thrown back and her hair a curtain of ebony behind her.

And a clock somewhere in the distance strikes to hour of seven.

Thought of any kinds leaves me for a moment and when I finally come to, Saki is lying to my right, stretched out along my body. I can feel her curves as if they're attached to me. My arm tightens and I realize I'm holding her there. She murmurs something, her lips brushing my shoulder in a light kiss. Devoid of energy, I can only smile, my response echoing in my head.

'I love you, too.'

I am in awe of this woman. My wife. The mother of my soon to be child. She has changed me. I can feel it deep in my bones. It's not a physical change, clearly emotional, and yet, it's subtle. Perhaps I can be a better person with her by my side.

Then again, perhaps not.

She is the only one to whom I will surrender.

The rest of my family be damned!