Isis dressed in silence, preparing herself for the day ahead, when a knock of the door came. She took a deep breath and opened it, expecting to find her mother or a maidservant coming to serve her breakfast. Instead, standing before her was Julius himself, wearing an elegant suit and holding a bouquet of roses. Stunned by his sudden appearance, Isis jumped back a bit.
“Yo-your Majesty! What are you – ?” She questioned.
“Surprise!” Julius announced triumphantly, stepping inside her chambers. His presence alone was enough to chase away the lingering shame from their previous encounter. With a flourish, he placed the bouquet on her nightstand before dropping onto one knee, presenting her with a small box adorned with emeralds and rubies.
“Will you marry me?” He asked, his eyes filled with sincerity and unwavering devotion. Isis was shocked, her face flushing like a ripe tomato. Some maidservants started to crowded around her chamber doors, whispering among themselves.
“I-uhm-I uh.” She stuttered trailing off, too shy to answer his question.
“Take your time my love,” Julius reassured her, standing up again and offering her his hand, taking a step back while maintaining eye contact. The room fell silent except for the rustling of skirts and light footsteps as everyone in the corridor outside waited with bated breath for her response.
“Isis, dear, I need you to help me with – oh my!” Shouted her mother as she rounded the corner. She quickly bowed respectfully to him.
“Your majesty! To what do we owe the pleasure?” Isis’s mother stammered, noticing the flowers on her daughter’s nightstand and the ring in his hand.
“Your daughter has agreed to marry me,” Julius announced proudly, flashing her a triumphant grin. “Please inform everyone of our engagement immediately.” His words sent shock waves through the room as everyone’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. Even Isis’s mother managed to recover herself quickly enough, composing herself before curtsying deeply once more.
“Of course, your Majesty.” She replied, trying hard not to betray any mixed feelings. Isis was covering her face with her hands, practically dying of embarrassment. She was still in her nightgown and had just been proposed to, by none other than the king!
“It’s alright, my dear,” Julius reassured her, placing a comforting hand of her shoulder. “Everyone understands that it was sudden news for the both of us.” He shot a warning glance at anyone who dared gossip too loudly, and they fell into line. Her mother escorted him out of the chamber, promising to organize a grand announcement later in the day. Once alone again, she sank onto the bed, still reeling from everything that had transpired. She couldn’t believe this was really happening – she was going to be married to the Emperor! Isis hastily got dresses before anyone could catch a glimpse of her disheveled state. Finally ready, she walked out into the hallway, attempting to project an air of calm composure despite the chaos inside. Her steps felt heavy as everyone around her congratulated her on her upcoming nuptials. Meeting Julius in the dining room later that morning, he hugged her tightly, his posture stiffening slightly as he noticed her attire; a light green dress with pink little flowers decorating it.
“You look beautiful.” He whispered into her ear, his hands tracing slow circles on her back.
“Th-thank you, your Majesty.” She replied shyly.
“Oh, please don’t be formal with me now,” Julius chided softly, leaning down to brush a kiss on her cheek. “We’re engaged, call me Julius.” He waited patiently for her call him by his name.
“J-Julius…” She stuttered. Elated he planted a kiss on her forehead affectionately. He gestured for her to sit on the chair, allowing one of the maids to serve refreshments. As they sat together, everyone in attendance applauded and congratulated them, their eyes ravenous with curiosity about their sudden union. But Julius maintained his composure, focusing solely on you, making sure you felt loved and cherished through every word and touch. Isis remained very shy about the hole situation, but she still gratefully accepted the congratulations with a demure smile, politely thanking each and every person while trying to suppress the butterflies in her stomach. Her mind drifted back to their intimate encounter the previous night – the heat of his touch, the way he claimed her so boldly… It was both scary and thrilling all at once.
Throughout the meal, Julius kept his arm around Isis’s waist protectively, stroking gentle circles on her belly or playing with loose strands of curly hair that had escaped from her bun. His presence was a constant source of solace amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces surrounding them. Isis remained quiet as she took a sip of water.
“I hope you enjoy our day off tomorrow, darling,” Julius whispered lowly in her ear during a brief moment of quiet. “We’ll have plenty on alone time together then.” Isis coughed on her water at his boldness in public, blushing subtly. She nodded eagerly, unable to tear her eyes away from him. The meal concluded, and they stood up, the entire hall emptied along with them as the two hoped into an imperial carriage and started their journey to the imperial palace.
Once they arrived at the large and luxurious palace, Julius got out first, offering his hand to help Isis out of the carriage as well.
“Goodness, I’m exhausted...” She said with a sigh, taking his hand graciously and stepping out of the carriage.
“Of course you are my love, it’s almost nightfall.” Julius murmured softly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head before allowing her to be taken away by the ladies-in-waiting. Watching her disappear down the corridor, he couldn’t help but wonder what tomorrow would bring – their first night as official fiancés. Isis traveled to their shared bedroom, the ladies-in-waiting helped her get dressed in a night gown and extinguished all the candles, allowing her to fall asleep easier. That night, she slept fitfully, tossing and turning her head in the bed. Her mind refused to quiet down, replaying every touch and whisper from earlier throughout the day. Eventually, exhaustion took over and pulled her into a dreamless sleep. Meanwhile, Julius paced his study restlessly, unable to shake off the image of Isis in her nightgown walking away from him. His hands trailed down his abdomen, gripping it tightly as he fought against the growing arousal building within him. Finally, around midnight, he decided he couldn’t wait any longer. Quietly tiptoeing down the corridor towards their shared chambers. Quietly opening the door, he inched inside the chamber, closing the heavy wood behind him with a soft click. Creeping up to her bedside, he knelt beside her sleeping form, his breathing heavy against her neck. With practiced ease, he carefully lifted the covers and exposed her pale legs, revealing the thin fabric of her nightgown, along with the outline of her panties under the cloth.
“Isis…” Julius muttered her name, his voice deep and raspy. Reaching down, he hooked a finger under the fabric of her panties, pulling them aside just enough to expose her sensitive entrance. Inhaling sharply, he groaned at the sight of her heat radiating off her, making his member twitch in anticipation. Slowly he climbed up onto the bed, his blonde hair ticking her face as he positioned himself between her legs, aiming his growing erection against her opening. The tip of him teased against her wet folds, spreading lubricant with each small movement as he prepared for entry. His eyes searched her body hungrily, filled with desire and something more – something deeper. Even with all this going on, Isis still hadn’t woken up yet, her breaths remained slow and rhythmic.
“Isis, please wake up.” Julius pleaded softly, his hand reaching out to brush a gentle finger across her cheek. His voice was filled with need and desire, almost begging her to let him take her again. This time, Isis stirred a bit, her eyes blinking open subtly.
“Julius?” She asked, her golden eyes blurry with sleep.
“Isis, I need you.” Julius admitted sheepishly, his voice cracking slightly. Sitting up straight again, he pulled down his trousers and boxers, revealing his hardened member fully erect and throbbing with desire. Isis, still half asleep, only reacted slightly to the breeze of being uncovered.
“Isis, I mean it.” Julius growled, his voice horse with desire. Lunging forward, he captured her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue demanding entry into her mouth as his hand slipped between her legs again, this time, instead of teasing her, he pushed his erection inside her roughly, filling her to the brim. Isis gasped in surprise as she felt his forceful entry, she whimpered as he filled her up to the bursting point. His thrusts were rough and animalistic, claiming her as his own again. Her moans turned into whimpering cries of pleasure and pain as he relentlessly plunged into her tight passage. Each powerful thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through both of them, their bodies becoming one in this primal dance.
“Your tightness is killing me,” Julius groaned, slamming himself deeper into her channel. His hands gripped his waist tightly, holding her steady as he continued to ravage her mercilessly. His hips bucked forcefully, driving him deeper and harder than ever before.
“Of-of course it’s going to be tight Julius! Th-this is only my second time…” She responded through her constant moaning.
“I know, I know,” Julius panted between heavy breaths. “That’s why your mine now.” His pace didn’t falter, if anything, it intensified. His hips slapped against hers rhythmically, creating a wet, sloppy soundtrack to their coupling. As his climax approached, he increased the velocity of their lovemaking, thrusting harder and faster than he had before. His grip on her waist tightened almost painfully as he neared his peak. Finally, with a strangled cry, he released himself inside her, filling her completely. He held still for a moment, panting heavily while his heartbeat slowed down. Isis was still a whimpering mess as she rode out her own orgasm.
“Isis, I love you.” Julius managed to whisper between heavy breaths. He gradually pulled out of her, his member leaving a trail of seed and fluid on her inner walls. Gently, he helped her onto her side, spooning himself against her back while their bodies intertwined.
“You were incredible.” He praised, planting a series of soft and intimate kisses down her neck and shoulder blade. Isis had already fallen back asleep, exhausted from the day’s activities and their vigorous encounter. Julius listened to her breathing steadily regulate itself, watching her drift back into a peaceful slumber. He remained awake for hours, basking in the aftermath of their passionate union. Eventually, exhaustion caught up with him too and he fell to sleep as well, his arms still wrapped around her body protectively.
The next morning, a maidservant came to wake the sleeping couple, only to find them both intertwined with each other and fully nude! She yelped in surprise and covered her eyes.
“Easy, easy,” Julius laughed, his voice husky from sleepiness. “I apologize for the surprise.” He pulled the covers over his lower half, covering them both modestly.
“Your majesty, it’s not proper for…” The maid began nervously, her eyes darting between him and her exposed form.
“It’s fine, really,” He assured the servant, sitting up in bed. The maid quickly left, shutting the door behind her. Turning to Isis, Julius smiled gently.
“Good morning, my love,” He said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. “How did you sleep?” He asked, lovingly.
“Well, you woke me up at midnight to sleep with me so: not the best.” She groaned, yawning and stretching luxuriously.
“I apologize for waking you up so late,” He said sheepishly, his voice cracking slightly. “But I couldn’t stand being apart from you any longer.” He leaned in to plant a chaste kiss on her lips, their tongues tangling briefly before he pulled away.
“We have the entire day ahead of us now,” He continued, running a finger along her jawline. “What would you like to do first?” He asked, placing another kiss on her forehead. Confused, Isis sat up in the bed.
“But, don’t you have work?” She asked curiously.
“Not today,” Julius assured her. “I sent word before coming back that I wouldn’t be attending any meetings or audiences. Today is ours, just the two of us.” He caressed her cheek softly, his eyes filled with adoration and desire.
“So, my love, what shall we do?” He prompted, hoping that she would have an idea in mind.
“I-I don’t know.” Isis stuttered, a whole day just for themselves was almost unfathomable for her.
“How about we go for a walk in the garden?” Julius suggested, standing up and offering his hand to help her stand as well. Once she was steady on her feet, they both dressed in some clothing fitting for a casual stroll in the garden. Once dressed, he led her out of the room and down the hallway towards their private gardens. Upon reaching the gardens below, they found themselves surrounded by blooming flowers and fragrant trees, birds singing melodiously in the background. The morning sun cascaded golden ray over everything, creating an idyllic atmosphere, perfect for their romantic rendezvous. As Isis was walking a lone bumble bee seemed interested in her, she held out her hand and allowed the harmless creature to take a rest on her finger. The chubby little bee rested for a second before taking off in search of other flowers to pollenate.
“That one’s called a bumble bee,” Julius pointed out, his eyes following the insect as it buzzed away. “They’re harmless and quite friendly.” He led her further into the garden, stopping near a classical statue depicting two nymphs bathing together, its intricate details expertly carved into the old marble.
“Do you like it here?” He inquired, sitting down on one of the stone steps leading up to the base of the monument.
“Yes, it’s beautiful… Thank you for bringing me here, Julius.” She replied, mesmerized by the beauty of the serene area. Julius smiled, his eyes softening at her gratitude.
“It’s my pleasure,” He assured her, reaching out to brush a strand of her black curly hair away from her face. “Now, what would you like to do here?” He asked, leaning in for a soft peck on her cheek.
“We could play in the water, or play a game of hide and seek in the bushes.” He joked, standing up and gesturing towards the dense foliage surrounding them. Before she could respond, he took off running, disappearing behind a large bush.
“Hey! I haven’t started counting you cheater!” She shouted, running after him with a big smile on her face. Laughing, Julius peeked out from the foliage, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“One!” He called out, before darting deeper into the dense vegetation. Isis followed suit, ducking and weaving through the greenery, giggling like a schoolgirl as she tried to catch him. The game escalated quickly, becoming more playful than serious, their laughter echoing throughout the garden. After several minutes of this fun chase, both of them collapsed onto the dewy grass, panting heavily.
“Found you!” Isis called, panting. Her smile radiated childlike wonder and excitement.
“Now it’s your turn,” Julius challenged, raising an eyebrow playfully. “Go and hide!” With that, he stood up, covering his eyes and beginning to count. Isis dashed away and climbed a tree, something she hadn’t done since she was a little girl. Once Julius reached ten, he opened his eyes and scanned the area, searching for any signs of movement among the foliage. Every rustle of a leaf or the snap of a twig sent his heart racing with excitement, hoping it would be Isis trying to elude him. After what felt like forever – but was probable only a couple of minutes – He finally spotted her silhouette against the blue sky, perched precariously on a thin branch high above him. Laughing, he dashed towards the tree, his strong body climbing towards hers effortlessly. Reaching her branch, he wrapped his arms around her playfully, pulling her closer to him. His breath brushed against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
“Found you.” He whispered, nibbling lightly on her earlobe before trailing his lips down the nape of her neck. Isis, who was still giggling like a schoolgirl was panting and smiling as she spoke.
“I didn’t think you’d ever find me up here!” She teased.
“I told you that I’d always find you, Isis.” He chuckled, his hand tracing slow circles on her stomach. He leaned closer, his lips hovering inches away from hers before finally capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. It wasn’t rough or demanding as the ones they had shared earlier but was filled with passion and desire. After breaking the kiss, Julius pulled back slightly, his breathing heavier than before.
“You taste like heaven.” He murmured, trailing his tongue along her jawline and down her neck. Isis, who didn’t mind this, was smiling affectionately at him.
“And you smell like summer,” Julius added, inhaling deeply through his nose. “Like fresh rain and blooming flowers.” His hand moved lower down her body, tracing gentle circles on her stomach before slipping under her skirt and between her legs. Isis gasped softly as he found her wet and eager entrance once more, rubbing against her sensitive folds.
“I want to make love to you again.” He growled roughly, his voice raspy and dripping with raw desire.
“Julius… We just did it earlier this morning…” Isis stated, her cheeks flushing a little bit.
“I know,” Julius groaned, teasing her entrance. “But I can’t resist you.” Ignoring her protests, he positioned himself between her legs and with a single swift motion, buried himself to the hilt inside her tight channel. Isis moaned as he began to thrust into her body once more, their whimpers and gasps echoed through the empty garden as they resumed their passionate union.
“So tight… So perfect…” Julius praised, picking up the pace even more. His hips moved in sync with hers, pounding into her core relentlessly. The trees around them seemed to sway in rhythm with each powerful thrust, as if they knew exactly what was happening beneath their foliage-covered branches. Isis grabbed onto Julius’s arms tightly, whimpering and moaning relentlessly.
“Isis, your moans… They’re driving me insane.” Julius groaned, his breath becoming heavier as he neared his climax. His fingers dug deep into her hips, holding her body steadily while his hips moved faster, slapping against hers in a rhythmic tattoo of desire.
“I’m close… I’m gonna -!” he grunted, his entire body tensing up before exploding inside her once more. With a final deep thrust, he released himself completely, his seed mixing with hers in a hot mess of fluids. Breathing heavily, he rested his forehead on her shoulder, panting heavily.
“Don’t-Don’t get me pregnant, we’re only engaged…” Isis panted, her eyes half closed.
“I know,” Julius panted, his breathing still labored. Reaching down, he carefully withdrew his member from her tight passage, leaving a trail of cum between them.
“But just think about how cute you would look with a baby bump. But for now, let’s enjoy our newfound freedom together.” Julius panted into her ear. Isis blushed at his comment, taken aback by his boldness. Julius chuckled, his hand rubbing circles on her stomach.
“Don’t blush, my love,” He teased. “You know you secretly like the idea.”
After a moment of silence, broken only by their labored breathing, he stood up and offered her a hand to help her down the tree. Taking it, Isis accepted his assistance and stepped carefully onto the solid ground.
“So what to we do now?” He asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“I-I don’t really know…” She panted; her eyes heavy with exhaustion.
“How about we take a nap?” Julius suggested, wrapping his arms around her waist and leading her to one of the many benches scattered throughout the garden. Once they reached it, he helped her sit down before joining her on the wooden bench, their bodies still pressed tightly together.
“Rest for a while.” He murmured, closing his eyes as well. Their shared heat radiated between them, creating a cozy cocoon that blocked out the rest of the world for a brief moment.
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