Merry fiddled with the lace trimming of her camisole and tried to calm her nerves. Ronan would be here any minute and she still looked a mess from today's activities. She walked over to the large vanity, one that Ronan had built especially for her, and sat down on the cushioned stool. Merry looked at herself in the mirror and scowled. Looking back at her was not a worldly woman but rather a naïve girl.
"Ugh." Merry grunted in disgust. She placed her hands over her face and let her fingers massage her temples. It had been exactly 5 months since her marriage to Ronan and she planned a private evening with him.
Merry sucked in a breath and willed herself to look back into the mirror. Reaching up, Merry ran her fingers through her hair, breaking up the loose silver waves. She also reached out and grabbed her favorite perfume and spritzed a light layer over her body; she knew Ronan appreciated the smell. Pushing away from the vanity, she got up and went to the huge closet and starting rifling through her garments. A chorus of 'no's' rang out until Merry settled on a navy blue dress.
Tearing the camisole off, Merry stepped into the dress. Walking back to her mirror she studied herself. The dark color was a sharp contrast to her pale skin and silver hair and the color complemented her green eyes nicely.
"But it isn't seductive." Merry frowned. She did like how the dress made her look, it was short enough to draw interest but long enough for propriety. The sweetheart neckline gave her the tiniest hint of cleavage and the cut defined her curves but nothing about her look screamed: Ronan, take me now.
Defeated, Merry slumped back down onto her stool. Since their wedding, Ronan and Merry have spent the months getting to know one another before engaging in anything physical. They've shared kisses and a bed but it wasn't enough for Merry anymore. Being around Ronan made her heart flutter and her knees weak; however, she was completely inexperienced and her confidence to entertain Ronan in that way was low.
"What to do, what to do." Merry's fingers thumped on the top of her vanity. She thought about the gossip she overheard other women share. A lot of what they spoke about was lost on Merry, she didn't understand most of what they were talking about. She thought about her friend, Nika, and how she would surprise her husband on dates by wearing no undergarments.
Shaking her head, Merry laughed at herself. "How unsanitary." Looking back at the mirror, she stared at her reflection. "Should I?" Her reflection stared back. Biting her lip, Merry stood up and lifted the hem of her dress. She hooked her fingers in the band of her panties and pulled them down. "Who is this wanton?" Merry joked to herself. She threw the fabric into the tub of dirty clothing and sat on the edge of the huge bed.
"Oh." She said, "This is odd." Merry gave a little jump and felt herself blush at the feeling of her bare flesh against the smooth fabric of the dress.
"What is odd?" A booming voice asked from the doorway.
Merry gave a gasp of surprise and leaped up from the bed. As she steadied herself, she wrangled both of her hands together in anxiety.
"Ronan," she said breathlessly.
He gave her a small grin and walked into their bedroom, closing the door behind him. He kept his eyes on her as he made his way to his side of the bed. He began taking off his heavy armor.
"H-how was your day?" Merry asked as she walked towards her husband.
Ronan took off his headpiece and started on his chest armor. Looking up at Merry he shrugged, "Business as usual." He watched her and noticed she was flushed and it looked as if she were shaking. "Merry?" he asked, worry laced his voice.
He heard her sharp intake of breath. "Come here," he ordered.
On shaky legs, Merry moved beside him. She watched him shake his head and point to the space in front of him. Slowly, Merry moved to her designated spot.
"Tell me what pesters you," Ronan commanded. "Are you feeling ill?"
Merry shook her head and felt her face flame with embarrassment and shame. She felt tears prickle her eyes and Ronan's face became blurry.
"Merry!" Ronan exclaimed, grabbing her hands, "Tell me what is the matter!"
She sniffled and a few tears escaped her eyes, "I-I-I'm so idiotic." She closed her eyes and looked down at their joined hands. "I have brought shame upon you, my lord."
"How?" Ronan asked gruffly.
"Impure thoughts." She confessed.
Ronan felt his heart skip a beat at her admission. He let go of her hands and clasped her hips in hands and lifted her up off the ground and placed her on his laps; her knees on either side of his thighs.
"Ronan!" Merry yelped in surprised and hurriedly tried to pry down the skirt of her dress that had rode up.
Ronan gave her a wicked smiled and cupped her jaw and ran his thumb across her bottom lip. At her sigh, Ronan caught her lips with his. Merry's sigh turned into a moan as Ronan became more aggressive and ran his tongue along the seam of her lips. Merry wrapped her arms around Ronan's broad shoulders and deepened the kiss.
Biting her lips gently, Ronan grasped her pale thighs in his hands and began massaging them. Merry gasped and tore her mouth from Ronan's.
"Husband, no!"
Giving her a look of mock-horror, Ronan stopped his ministrations. "Are you ordering me around, wife?"
Flushed and upset, Merry nodded. "I wish not to embarrass myself any further that what I have."
"I still don't know what it is you are speaking of." Ronan said, patience wearing thin.
Shifting on his lap, Merry bit her lip. Ronan's kisses always caused her to feel so funny. She lifted a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes.
"Come on, Merry." He coaxed.
With her eyes still closed, Merry admitted "I was wanting to give you the gift of my body by being…" she trailed off. Ronan squeezed her hips in encouragement. "Seductive."
Ronan let her words wash over him. He took in her appearance. She was wearing a pretty navy blue dress that, while not erotic, did wonders for her skin and figure. Her hair was tousled and her pale skin was flushed pink. His hands found their way back to her creamy thighs and began kneading them softly. "And how were you going to do that?"
Merry sat still, her eyes stayed closed. Her breathing became labored and she felt herself becoming achy. She shifted again in Ronan's lap, hoping to find relief.
The sudden shift caused Merry's dress to ride up further; almost to her hips. Ronan took notice and slowly began to trail his large hands up his wife's thighs. His rough, callused fingers caused a wonderful contrast to the silky fabric of her skirt and only fueled the ache Merry was feeling. Ronan's eyes locked on his wife's face as he went higher and his hands found themselves underneath the fabric. He nuzzled his face against Merry's neck and inhaled the scent of her perfume. "You smell delicious."
Merry's heart was beating exceptionally fast as she felt Ronan's warm hands against her upper thighs. She let out a soft gasp when she felt him kiss her pulse point at the hollow of her throat. "Ronan…"
"Tell me, wife." His hot breath scorched the sensitive skin of her neck. "Tell me how you were going to seduce me."
She made a disapproving noise, "I never said I was going to seduce you." She pointed out, "I said I was trying to be seductive."
Rolling his eyes, Ronan's lips left Merry's neck and looked at her. "Fine. How were you going to beseductive?"
Merry gave his shoulder a slight slap at the tone of his voice. "Something that should never be done. Especially not by the wife of a powerful warrior."
Cocking his head, Ronan eyed her intently. "You should know by now that I do not care much for the proper way of things." His hands began to wander further up her thighs, inching more towards her bare backside. Once his fingers met smooth flesh instead of her silky underthings Ronan froze and gave his wife a wicked look. "I see."
She yelped in surprised when she felt Ronan's hands cup her ass and push her further up into his body. His large hands scorched her skin and she felt her private parts becoming even achier and she felt a familiar dampness. Before she could apologize, Ronan's lips caught hers in a passionate kiss. A little moan left her lips and she kissed him back with enthusiasm. His hands groped the pump flesh and moved lower to underneath. His long fingers skimmed the folds of her cunt.
Merry ripped her lips from his and her hands grasped onto his biceps. "Ronan…" she whispered in a scared voice, "I'm sorry." She choked out, as tears welled up in her eyes. "I am so sorry." She attempted to get off his lap but Ronan held her close.
"I could kill those bastards for what they did to you." Ronan ground out. He took in Merry's shattered appearance, tears swam in her beautiful green eyes and a shameful blush highlighted her cheeks. "Merry," he started as his free hand cupped her cheek, "there is nothing for you to be sorry about."
"But my parents…"
"Your parents are scum; terrible people who preyed on your innocence and used you as a bargaining chip to ease their own way through life." Ronan willed himself to calm down. The pinnacle of Xandarian society, Merry's parents were the embodiment of his hatred for the race. He gave her lips a light kiss, one that had Merry leaning in for more.
"I want to touch you." He said against her lips, "But inside…" he breathed out.
Merry massaged his biceps and gave him a nervous look. His touch did nothing but bring her pleasure but she was never taught about intimacy. She knew of kissing and heard whispers about other sexual acts but she never knew; her parents discouraged her from learning anything about it. They claimed good girls never did such a thing and those who did brought shame upon themselves. However, Merry always knew there was something more magical about the act than they liked to admit…
"Merry?" Ronan's concerned voice broke through her train of thought. She felt his finger move along the seam of her cunt, her hips moved closer to the touch as she let out a little sigh.
"Yes," Ronan moaned, "Let me touch you." He watched her give a nod and slowly thrust a finger through her folds and delved into hot, wet flesh. He gave a noise of approval at the same time Merry shuddered and laid her head on his shoulder; burying her face in the crook of his neck. Inserting another digit, Ronan felt her walls pulse and tighten around his fingers. Slowly moving them in and out of her pussy, he felt her become wetter as her body accepted the invasion.
He heard her breathing become more labored as he worked his long fingers inside her. She was tight – which was expected of his extremely innocent wife. He thought of how she would feel wrapped around his cock and the appendage in question hardened at the thought. As he finger fucked his wife, his thumb found her clit. Rubbing the hard nub slightly he heard Merry give a loud moan and she lifted her face from his neck.
Looking down at her husband, Merry noticed that Ronan's violet eyes were glowing with satisfaction and arousal. "Ronan…" she sighed, closing her eyes as she felt his thumb work her clit. Merry tried to calm her breathing but she found it to be difficult. His ministrations on her body made a fever flow through her veins and a concentrated heat formed in her intimate depths. Every time his fingers moved, a spark began and soon she felt it was going to consume her.
"Climax for me, Merry." Ronan ordered. He could feel the velvet walls clench tightly around his fingers and her juices ran down into the palm of his hand. "I would have preferred for your first orgasm to be around my cock but such pleasures can wait."
Merry wasn't sure what a "cock" was but from his lips, the word licked a heat all over her body and she felt her clit throb even more. In return, Ronan swirled his thumb along the hard nub and pushed down. The movement caused Merry to arch her back and she cried out in pleasure. "Ronan!" Her hips moved even more furiously and she felt his fingers delve deeper into her as he worked her.
"Now, Merry."
At his words, Merry felt a huge wave of pleasure wash over her. Gasping her surprise, she felt her vagina spasm and sparks flew all over body. She had never known anything this good and she wanted more.
Ronan watched as Merry came for the first time. Her eyes were closed and her breast heaved with the force of her breathing. He moved his head down to lick the delicate collar bone while he worked his fingers through her climax. Her release let out a gush of wetness and it made her slicker, more sensitive to his touch. He felt aftershocks rack her body as her hips moved against his hand.
After a few moments, Merry's body began to calm. She opened her eyes and look at her husband, who held a satisfied smile upon his face. She gave him a shy grin back as her eyelids grew heavy.
"Oh, no." Ronan gave her another wicked look as he gathered her up in his arms and gently laid her down on their bed. He came up over her body and leaned down to kiss her. "No sleeping for you, pet. We have only begun."