Chapter 67: Her First Time

Liv gently undressed Dawn’s wedding robe, her fingers are working the intricate clasps and ties with a patience that belied the thundering of her heart against her ribs. The heavy silk slid from Dawn’s shoulders in a whisper of fabric, pooling around her waist like liquid moonlight before Liv guided it down her arms and let it fall to the floor entirely.

The undergarments beneath were simpler, mere wisps of linen that did nothing to hide the omega’s form, and Liv felt her breath catch in her throat at the sight of bare skin revealed inch by inch. When the last of the fabric slipped away, Liv pressed her lips to Dawn’s shoulder, finding the skin there impossibly smooth, like warm milk or white porcelain that had been polished to perfection.

She kissed the curve where neck met shoulder, then trailed her mouth along the line of Dawn’s collarbone, tasting the salt of her skin and the faint, sweet scent of her natural oils.

Dawn breathed heavily, her chest was rising and falling in shallow, rapid movements that spoke of both arousal and anxiety. Her eyes were hazed over, the pupils were blown wide with desire and something else—fear, perhaps, or the overwhelming nature of finally being touched by the one she loved rather than the one she had been forced to marry.

She felt Liv’s touches like brands against her skin, each press of fingers or lips leaving an impression that seemed to glow with heat. Her body, which had been so rigid during the wedding ceremony, so carefully controlled as she had spoken her vows to a woman she did not love, now softened under Liv’s hands, responding to the General’s touch with an honesty that terrified and exhilarated her in equal measure.

"General~" Dawn murmured, the title slipped from her lips as a caress rather than a formality. Liv reached out with trembling hands and brought Dawn’s fingers against her lips, pressing soft kisses to each knuckle in turn. The gesture was reverent, grateful, filled with a worship that made Dawn’s chest ache with tenderness.

Liv’s lips were soft and warm against her skin, and Liv felt the slight tremor in the Empress’s hands, the way they shook with the effort of holding back tears or screams or both.

"You’re so beautiful... I feel like I want to devour you," Liv whispered, her voice was rough with the effort of maintaining control. She leaned in closer, her breath was ghosting across Dawn’s ear, and licked the sensitive shell, tracing the delicate curves with her tongue before pulling the lobe between her teeth and biting gently.

The sound that escaped Dawn’s throat was electric, a sharp "Hng~" that vibrated through both their bodies, and she gripped the fabric of Liv’s military robe with desperate fingers, twisting the rough wool in her fists as if it were the only thing keeping her anchored to reality.

"Liv... Please tell me you love me... And it’s not my body you’re after..." The words broke on a sob, and a tear fell from Dawn’s eye, tracing a silver path down her cheek. The omega was clearly vulnerable, stripped of the imperial mask she wore for the court, and reduced to a woman who simply needed reassurance from the real Alpha she loved.

She had been used as a pawn in political games her entire life, married off for alliances, treated as a bargaining chip, and now, on what should have been her wedding night with another alpha, she needed to know that Liv saw her—truly saw her—and not just the prize she represented.

Liv softened at the sight of that tear, her expression shifted from desire to something infinitely more tender. She cupped Dawn’s cheek in her palm, her thumb was brushing away the moisture with gentle strokes. Then she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Dawn’s forehead, lingering there, breathing in the scent of her hair and the faint, sweet pheromones that spoke of omega, fear and hope all mingled together.

"I love you, Dawn. I’m serious when I say I love you," Liv said, and her voice carried the weight of truth, of the promises kept and sacrifices made. Dawn couldn’t help but surge forward, wrapping her arms around Liv’s neck and holding her close, burying her face in the General’s shoulder. The embrace was desperate, clinging, the embrace of a drowning woman who had finally found solid ground.

"I really don’t know what to do. I’m scared that the person holding me tonight is not you but Qazaethel," Dawn sobbed, her body was shaking from the conflicting torrents of fear and love that warred within her. The trauma of the wedding, of being touched by the wrong hands, being claimed by the wrong Alpha, still lingered in her mind, making her flinch at unexpected movements and question every sensation. She had been trained to submit, to accept, to endure, but she had never been taught how to want, how to desire, or how to love.

Liv gently cradled Dawn’s head against her shoulder, one hand was stroking through the Empress’s hair in soothing, rhythmic motions. "Shhh~ I’m here now," Liv said, her voice was a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. She held Dawn until the shaking subsided, until the sobs became hiccups and then silence.

But even as she comforted her lover, Liv knew she was risking everything. At any moment, Qazaethel could walk in and witness their infidelity. The Sovereign had the power to have them both executed, to strip Liv of her rank and her life, to ruin Dawn’s reputation and position.

But Liv knew she would take all responsibility. She would claim it was her fault, her seduction, and her crime. She would die to protect Dawn from the consequences of this night.

When Dawn had calmed enough to breathe normally, Liv pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. The question had to be asked, had to be answered, even though every instinct screamed at Liv to take, to claim, and to make Dawn hers in the most primal way possible. "Dawn... Do you want to do this?" Liv asked, her voice was gentle but firm.

Dawn nodded, her tears were still streaming down her face, tracing wet paths over Liv’s fingers where they still cupped her cheek. "I want this, I want you. I want this to become the only decision I have, because I was left with no choice when I married Qazaethel," she said, and the words were filled with years of pain, of being moved across political chessboards like a piece rather than a being with feelings.

She had been given no say in her marriage, no voice in her future, no agency in her own life. But tonight, with Liv, she could choose. She could say yes, or she could say no, and either answer would be respected. That freedom was intoxicating, addictive, and worth any risk.

Liv couldn’t say anything comforting when she heard Dawn’s words, because there were no words that could erase that history and that pain. So she did the only thing she could—she leaned down and captured Dawn’s lips in a kiss that started soft and questioning but quickly deepened into something passionate and consuming.

Their mouths moved together, learning each other’s rhythms, and the kisses grew open and hot, their tongues are dancing in a wet, intimate slide that made Dawn whimper and hold tighter to Liv’s neck. Liv could taste the salt of Dawn’s tears and the sweetness of her mouth, could feel the way the Empress trembled against her, and she wanted nothing more than to consume her completely, to mark her so thoroughly that no one would ever doubt who she belonged to.

Slowly, carefully, Liv moved her hand beneath the remaining folds of Dawn’s robes, sliding between her thighs where the heat was already building. She found the omega’s core with gentle fingers, barely touching, just teasing, and Dawn felt like she had been electrified. Her entire body tensed up, muscles locking in shock and pleasure, and she arched her back involuntarily, pressing herself against Liv’s hand even as her mind reeled from the sensation.

"Liv?" The name was a question, a plea, or a prayer.

"It’s okay, I know you’re a virgin, and I’m not gonna hurt you," Liv said, her voice was steady and reassuring even as her own arousal pounded through her veins. She kept her touch light, exploratory, giving Dawn time to adjust to the sensation of being touched so intimately.

Dawn whimpered and shook her head, her fear was rising despite Liv’s words. "I’m scared~" she confessed, her voice was small and young, stripped of all imperial dignity. She had been taught that her body was a vessel for political alliance, that her virginity was a commodity to be traded, but no one had ever taught her that it could be a source of pleasure, that it could be given rather than taken.

Liv softened further, her expression was melting into something so tender it made Dawn’s chest ache. She kissed Dawn’s cheek, then pulled back to smile at her, trying to ease the fear she saw in those wide, trusting eyes. "Then you can touch me first instead," she suggested gently. She took Dawn’s hand in hers, guiding it down between their bodies until it made contact with her own length, hard and straining between Liv’s naked lower body.

Dawn’s breath hitched audibly, her eyes are widening as she felt Liv’s pulsing length, the evidence of her Alpha’s arousal, her alphahood. The heat of it burned against her palm raw, and she could feel the steady throb of Liv’s heartbeat in the rigid flesh. "It’s... B-Big... Long and... Hard," Dawn said, her voice was barely a whisper, filled with wonder and trepidation. She had seen diagrams in books, had heard whispers from ladies-in-waiting, but feeling it was entirely different. It was alive, hot, and demanding.

"You feel it? How does it feel?" Liv asked, her voice was strained as she forced herself to remain still, to let Dawn explore at her own pace.

Dawn raised her gaze, her eyes were meeting Liv’s with innocent curiosity. "It feels... Weird... You Alphas carry this all day? Isn’t it heavy?" She asked, and the question was so genuine, so devoid of artifice, that Liv couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound was warm and surprised.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" Dawn asked, clearly not knowing where she had gone wrong, her brow was furrowing with worry that she had made some terrible faux pas.

But Liv didn’t answer with words. Instead, she pulled Dawn’s nape and waist, trapping her in her arms and kissing her with a hunger that stole both their breaths. Dawn immediately surrendered to the kiss, her body was going pliant and soft against Liv’s harder frame.

She didn’t notice how Liv guided her, didn’t realize she was being moved until she suddenly found herself straddling Liv’s lap, her knees are on either side of the General’s hips, her weight was supported by strong hands at her waist. All she could do was gasp when her omegahood made direct contact with Liv’s hard cock.

"Haah~ it’s..." Dawn couldn’t speak. She was acutely, overwhelmingly aware that she was wet, that her body had prepared itself for this moment despite her mind’s lingering fears. The slickness between her thighs made the friction smoother, more intense, and she felt herself blushing crimson at the knowledge that Liv could feel it too, could smell her arousal in the air between them.

"We haven’t started yet and you’re aroused like this," Liv admitted, her voice was thick with approval and desire, making Dawn blush like a boiled tomato and look away as her embarrassment was acute.

"Don’t say that~ please! It’s embarrassing, I... I can’t control it... I’m so sorry for peeing~" she said, then she covered her face with both hands, hiding behind her palms in so much embarrassment that her shoulders shook.

Liv gently took Dawn’s hands away from her face, holding them in her own as she smiled with infinite patience and affection. "You didn’t pee, Your Majesty. You’re aroused, and this is a normal reaction. It’s good. It means your body wants me, even if your mind is still nervous."

And since during this era, underwear was not common, without that barrier, Liv was able to tease Dawn further without putting her length inside Dawn’s heat yet. She shifted her hips, creating friction that dragged her raw length against Dawn’s bare, slick folds, and guided the Empress to move with her, teaching her the rhythm.

Dawn felt like she was being electrocuted with pleasure, her nerves are singing with every slide of flesh against flesh. She created an electrifying friction against Liv’s length and her own clit that made it impossible for Dawn to keep her moans contained.

She tried to cover her mouth with her hand, trying to stay dignified, to maintain some semblance of the imperial composure she had been trained to since birth, but Liv held her hands down this time to prevent her from covering anything.

"Don’t cover it, I want to hear it," Liv commanded, her voice was brooking no argument. Then she leaned down to suck on Dawn’s hardened nipples, pulling the pink peaks into her mouth one after the other. "These pink nipples, they look like peaches," she murmured against Dawn’s skin, then swirled her tongue around one, sucking hard enough to make Dawn’s mind go blank.

The friction between their omegahood and alphahood was already too much, the constant rubbing was driving her toward an edge she didn’t understand, let alone having Liv suck on her breast with such devastating skill. Dawn felt like she was being pulled apart by pleasure, like she was drowning in sensation, and she never wanted to surface.

"Please, General~" Dawn begged, and the words were intoxicating on Liv’s ears, the sound of this proud woman was reduced to begging by pleasure. "Please, I need... I don’t know what I need, but please~"

"You’re the omega that Qazaethel wasted, the treasure she didn’t know how to appreciate," Liv growled against Dawn’s breast, looking up to meet her eyes with a gaze full of possession. "But don’t worry, you’re mine now, Dawn. Mine to pleasure, mine to protect, and mine to love."

Dawn rested her forehead on Liv’s shoulder, her hips are continuing to move against Liv’s length in an instinctive rhythm that her body knew even if her mind didn’t. "Please... No more teasing, Alpha~" she begged, raising her gaze to meet Liv’s eyes, showing her the desperation and need that had built to a breaking point.

Liv smiled, a slow, predatory expression that was full of promise. "Okay~" she agreed softly.

Then Liv used her power to put on the magical protection, the spell that would prevent conception, ensuring that Dawn would not bear her child tonight—not when the political implications would be disastrous, not when Dawn was still married to another. The glow of magic surrounded them for a moment, warm and golden, before fading into Dawn’s skin.

"Are you ready?" Liv asked, her voice was gentle despite the hunger in her eyes.

Dawn softly smiled, her fear was finally replaced by trust and desire, and nodded. And they both knew, the night was about to start.