Themis and Zeus: The Wedding Who: Themis and Zeus What: Zeus and Themis get married Where: Mount Olympus, then Zeus and Themis' chambers Rating: M (Warnings: smut after the time lapse) Word Count:In progress...
"...take this woman..."
The words Ouranos said, as he presided over the ceremony, seemed to fade in and out in the background, as Zeus looked on his bride. The nuptials had caused a mild stir, soft murmurs to spread about the court, and not that it had surprised the king in the least. He had kept Themis' secret--he was, after all, a man of his word--but the fact was, some had expected him to wait longer before seeking another bride. Zeus, however, was not one to wait.
"...to have and to hold..."
In his mind, he needed to establish a succession, to build a mighty dynasty, and he had found a most capital partner, a majestically promising queen. Her beauty had been praised across the lands, and her character, humility, and dignity all contributed to that certain, undeniably regal air about her. In her gown, bedecked with all the trimmings fit for a joint sovereign. She would be the last upon whom he would bestow such an honor. After Themis, there would be nothing more that resembled a co-regency; his first two marriages would be the closest Zeus would ever come to equally sharing power with another.
And at that moment, looking upon his blushing bride, nothing felt more right. She would make a grand queen, indeed--and, Zeus thought, a wonderful wife. His blue eyes twinkled at the thoughts of what was to come after the ceremony, after all the festivities had concluded. It was all that he could do to keep his hands off of her at the moment. Those sparse stolen kisses the evening he had proposed to her had done more than whet his appetite for her--he was dangerously close to becoming besotted, though he had managed, thus far, to keep a level head.
"I do," he said, the smile that had graced his lips broadening. He slipped the ring on her finger. The feeling of her skin against his again made him think of what was to come later, and all the delightful things he would do to her. He longed to feel more of her up against him, to kiss her, brush his fingertips over her skin, caress her curves, and do all manner of things to hear her moan and squeal, and possibly scream his name in ecstasy. Yes, it was going to be a good night, indeed.
"With this ring..."
Her fingers were dainty, he noticed--not for the first time--her hands small, soft, and pleasant to hold. He fought to keep himself from imagining what the rest of her might look like, beneath the breathtaking gown, past the veil and skirts, corset and chemise, though he'd admittedly had dreams of her less than fully clothed. He focused on the present, on her right there in front of him, on the ceremony, managing to keep his composure.
"...to be my lawfully wedded husband, my constant friend, my faithful partner and my love ..."
The words Ouranos spoke felt both light and heavy on her tongue as she repeated them. Themis herself could not have felt more joy in her heart (and perhaps just a few butterflies in the pit of her stomach)in that moment as she looked across at her husband to be, who looked perfect in his finely tailored silver garb that matched her own beautiful gown. And while her vision of Zeus was slightly obscured by the gossamer veil that covered her face , she was thankful for the effect as it kept the crowd from her vision and mind. Themis had done her best to press the rumors form her mind and hold onto the truth that she knew the rumors where not true. She wanted no other though in her head in that moment, only Zeus. That was all she wanted. To hold onto that perfect feeling so she could treasure it forever.
"...loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together ..."
Themis could not help but feel sorry for Metis though, it was not her fault and Themis wish it could have ended differently. Metis deserved more then a divorce and banishment from court. But she could not deny that Zeus had his reasons, a king could not live with that threat. And Themis still hoped for the child to be a girl that she might convince Zeus to love rightfully, as a princess should be loved.
She looked up at him and could not help but blush, he was looking at her with such intent. Something burning in his blue eyes that Themis had only heard talk of. Never before had a man looked at her with such intentions, and it would be a lie to say that the look did not stir a primal feeling within her. The feeling was new, but she liked it... no she loved it.
"I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live."
His had and had pressed the ring onto her finger and just the slight touch had spread goosebumps all over her. And she mirrored the motion sliding hisring on his finger she found that she did not want to relinquish the feel of his skin on hers. She was not sure what she wanted, and chastised herself for not speaking to Aphrodite before hand on what to expect, but she knew she wanted it. She could almost see it in the kings eyes, she could feel it in his touch and she wanted that feeling over her entire body.
"With this ring I thee wed and with all I am and all I have I honor you."
His hands where much larger then hers, both of his hands easily able to clasp both of hers. She never wanted him to let her go. She felt safe in his grasp, loved, desired. And as her father smiled at her as he finished raising the veil from her face she turned back to look at the man who was not her husband. And it felt like she was looking at him with new eyes, her breath caught for a moment at the wonder of it all. She was now queen, queen of the sky and all of it's bounty. She was unaware that her father was leaning into her ear, and his whisper startled her. “You can now kiss.” he told her again it being obvious that she missed the first time he said it.
Themis did not need to be told a third time.
He pressed his lips to her soft ones gently, only briefly deepening the kiss, in as chaste a manner as Zeus was capable of, which was still something considerable. She tasted sweet, and her lips were warm and inviting. It was all that he could do to hold himself back from picking her up and carrying her to their marital bed at that moment. Indeed, how he kept himself from doing so, he had not the slightest idea.
He lingered only slightly once the lively recessional tune began, booming through the vast hall, a tune that would one day come to mortals when the Muses would inspire Felix Mendelssohn to compose his "Wedding March." But that would be millennia from that moment; indeed the Muses themselves had not yet been born.
And in that moment, he took her arm, dainty as her hands, he thought, in his own, and led her down the aisle, to the applaud of their guests.
The kiss warmed Themis through and thorough to the deepest reaches of her core. In that moment everything was perfect and she wished for it to forever be so. She saw no visions of her own future and for that she would always be glad for it allowed her this perfect moment of bliss. When the kiss broke she wanted nothing more then to return her lips to his, but duty beckoned her and she knew there would be enough of that later. Thought the though did little to sate her hunger for the king.
She followed him to the dais that had been built just for her, and she sat on the throne when Zeus gestured for her too. Themis could not help but think it odd that she was sitting there, but she could also not deny that it felt right. So often had she bowed before other kings and queens it seemed almost wrong that soon she would now be bowed before. Almost. For even Themis was not immune to the lure of the power and prestige offered to her.
She watched her father hand the crown to her husband, (her husband, the thought felt foreign but joyful to the woman who had never thought she would marry) it sparked beautiful in the light and Themis could not help but smile.
Zeus took the crown, holding it out with his strong hands, turning to their guests for a moment, addressing the crowd.
"With this, I do solemnly crown you, Queen Themis of the Skies!" his voice thunderously echoed through the vast hall as he said the words. He turned slowly to his enthroned wife, a smile spreading across his lips for a moment as he stepped toward her. He placed the crown gently on her head, pausing for a moment before stepping aside, so that the audience might see her there, his queen and theirs. Then, he sat on the throne next to hers, his look serious, dignified, every bit the part of regent.
"Their Royal Majesties, King Zeus, and Queen Themis!" the voice of Ouranos carried through the crowd. "May they long prosper!"
The guests applauded and cheered loudly, and Zeus leaned toward her. "All this for you, my queen," he said, a corner of his lips tugging upward, and mirth in his blue eyes.
Themis could not have described that moment, what she felt, what she saw. It was to much, as if she was only allowed so much feeling in such a short period of time that this broke the measuring device. Her cup was running over and she had no place to deal with the excess. And when Zeus, her husband, leaned towards her towards her, she placed her hand on his and mirrored his smile. “No, my love, this is all for us,” she gave his hand a squeeze.
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Themis was glad to be away from hundreds of eyes, from the voices, and she was tired of preforming for them. Themis was glad for the silence the room allowed, and the view from the room was spectacular as the sun set, sending the clouds around Olympus into a flurry of colors. So beautiful she could hardly turn away from it. But she did, to face her husband. And he was an entirely different kind of beautiful sight.
“Husband.” She said coyly steeping towards him.
Zeus had watched her, looking out the window across the view afforded by the stately room. The corner of his lips tugged upward when he saw her step toward him, and he closed the gap between them in less than a second. One of his arms snaked around her waist, and he pulled her close, and he reached up with his other hand, tucking back a loose lock of her hair.
"Did everything please you today, wife?" he asked softly, his blue eyes looking to her pair. Her typically pristine appearance had been exceptionally beautiful throughout the day, and it had been all that he could do not to drag her away from their guests and do all manner of things to her.
But the festivities had since concluded, and all that remained was them--him and her, king and queen, husband and wife. He fought to keep his wits about him, for the urge to drag her to the bed, rip her clothing off, and subject her to toe-curling pleasure was no small thing, and his resolve was wavering with each passing moment.
He leaned into her ear, mirth in his eyes, "I hope, that it did, for now I shall endeavor to please you in a more... intimate manner," he let out a soft chuckle as his fingers wove between her tresses.
Themis smiled and nodded at his first question lavishing in the feeling of his hand has it wound itself into her hair. But as he spoke again she could not keep the blush from her face, and it would seem that her face was devoured by the color red. “I... I would like that I think... but I pray for your forgiveness, my lord, at my lack of knowledge of..... the matter.” She paused looking up at him with bashful eyes “For I have never known the touch of a man before.”
Zeus leaned into her ear, his lips lightly grazing her lobe. "And what, pray tell, is there to forgive, my lady?" he asked, his tone half-sultry, half-playful. And in one swift motion, he picked her up, kissing her as he did so, carrying her toward the large, plush bed, and gently setting her down on it.
"I promise," he murmured against her lips, "that I will do everything in my power to see to it that you enjoy it." He trailed kisses over her jawbone, down her neck, and across her collarbone, occasionally sucking on her skin, or giving a light nip, as one hand went from her hip, over her waist, and next to her breast, before gently caressing it, his thumb tracing over her nipple.
Themis was about to explain how she felt that her lack of knowledge on the subject might hinder him, or prove aggravating but the words where cut from her tongue and he literally swept her off her feet and too the bed. Themis her self could not contain the sequel that erupted from her lips as he did so.
The bed was soft and almost swallowed her within its plush layers. And Themis herself was utterly unprepared for the assault on her body that the king began. Nothing could have prepared her for the feeling, it both charged her and made her melt. And and his hand began to explore her body she could not keep her body from shuttering and emitting a small moan.
The smallest of smirks spread over Zeus lips, even as he continued to move downward over her body, taking his free hand and pulling off her corset, pushing down the top part of her gown. The noises she was making, the way that she was shuddering, the very sight of her was fueling his desire, making his lust multiply exponentially. He stopped once his lips reached her other breast, sucking her nipple for a moment before pausing, his blue eyes looking up at her.
"How like you that, my lady?" he asked, as both his hands tugged her dress down further, one hand reaching under her skirts.
“Oh my lord!” she exclaimed and sat up slightly as he all but ripped her corset away, a blush finding it up to her cheeks again as she realized how exposed she was, for she had never been so unclosed in the presence of another let alone a man. But Themis had little time to be embarrassed as Zeus mouth moved over the sensitive parts of her skin causing her to moan and settle back into the bed. Arching her back in a natural reaction to the pleasure that was being thrust upon her.
At his question Themis did her best to answer, but then his hand began to explore up her skirt and Themis could no longer put together coherent thoughts. “Zeus” she moaned and deft fingers began to run over the soft skin of her thigh.
His fingertips traced over her inner thigh, and he delighted in her each and every reaction. And though he struggled with himself to maintain his self-control, though he wanted very much (and indeed, was quite ready) to take her right there, he stayed composed. His fingers reached up, up, until they tugged at her undergarments, and pulled them off, all but ripping off his own shirt, too.
Then he lifted her skirt, throwing it up over his head. His lips returned to her skin again, and he kissed up her legs, over her inner thighs, all hidden from view by Themis' skirt. Reaching the juncture of her legs, her most intimate area, he traced a finger over her, awaiting her reaction with bated breath.
The vast amount of skirts she often wore had often given Themis to think about hiding things under them, but never in a million years had she thought of hiding a grown man within their folds. And for a moment Themis was confused as to the reason of his disappearance, but that was quickly disregarded Zeus found his mark. Themis could not contain the gasp the left her lips nor could she fight the urge to squirm under his touch.
“My lord.” She gasped as her hands tried to find grip on the soft covers on the bed.
"My lady?" his voice came, slightly muffled under her skirts.
Zeus grinned, his fingertips working over her soft folds, gently at first, his touch almost exploring, seeing what seemed to please her best.
Then, almost all of a sudden, his tongue joined his fingertips.
“My LORD!” she all but screamed this time between ragged breathes. She was glad to be rid of her corset, for with it she would have not been able to get enough air. “Oh, my lord.” this time she moaned the words twisting into the bed.
Zeus again murmured "my lady," though this time it was against her skin, very muffled and quite incomprehensible. His tongue continued its work as his hands moved away, removing his own clothing without too much fumbling, managing to rid himself of the garments relatively quickly, given his particular position, tossing them across the room.
His hands next moved toward her skirts, removing them with little, if any, difficulty, also throwing them across the room. And when all their clothing was scattered throughout the large chambers, he glanced up at her, his fingertips returning to her intimate area, one tracing over her entrance, before slowly moving inside.
Themis again gasped as the king removed her skirts and she was now fully naked before Zeus and him fully naked in front of her.
“Your Majesty.” She gasped breathily upon looking at his naked form. It it truly was a sight to behold, Zeus was perfect in every way. Just the sight of him was enough to take her breath away. But then he had to go and do something that did that for her anyway. Themis gasped whitening in the bed as his fingers entered her. Never before had she felt something so explicit, something of such pure pleasure and joy that spread warmth and electricity through her entire body.
Zeus looked up at her, delighting in the beautiful vision before him. An impish grin made its way to his lips.
"My queen?" he asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
A second finger joined the first as he spoke, and he noted with unparalleled delight how her body was reacting to his touch, how the moisture was building inside of her, how soft and slick she felt. His fingers moved steadily, in and out, with increasing speed. His thumb moved over her folds, carefully searching for, before finding, her hidden pleasure spot, rubbing it as his other fingers moved.
Themis buckled under the sheer pleasure of it all. She did not know what to do with her self other then moan and wither under his expert touch. Nothing was in her mind except each moment as it happened, she had no room for though, no room for speech. No that was a lie, she had one thought that rang through clearly through the pleasure that was crippling her. “I want to bear you sons,” she was finally able to put the words in to a breathy sentence “glorious sons to secure your rule.”
"Oh, my Queen." Zeus let out a groan at her words. To say that the thought of his dynasty had been of the utmost importance to him would have been quite an understatement. But for her, there, at that moment, to vocalize what he so desired would have been enough to send him over the edge, were his self control any less.
"My sweet wife," he murmured, the motions of his fingers becoming quicker, stronger, as he very slowly began to work another finger in. He leaned in, toward her ear, whispering into it. "Tonight. Tonight it all begins." He nibbled on her earlobe lightly.
Themis felt as if she was made of water, and that with each of his touched he began a wave, and the waves had began to roll and crash about her. She felt as if she was trying to hold back the ocean, and she had no such power. And as he reached deeper into her Themis felt something break, almost like a snap, and though the pain was mind it still caused her to gasp and for the waves to ebb as she has lost her maiden head.
Hearing her gasp, Zeus paused, slowly withdrawing his reach, looking at her tentatively. And while the king of the skies was, by all means, a man, he was nothing if not attentive, though what he would come to as the years would pass would be a matter of some debate. At that moment, with his new bride, however, his concern over her comfort and pleasure was quite evident in his expression.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?" he asked, kissing her softly. His hands gently parted her legs just slightly further as he awaited her response with near-bated breath.