I was not supposed to turn this into a full story, but I thought a chapter once in a while would not be a problem... It will be sporadical updates tho /

Wedding Night

His lips slid over her neck greedingly, his tongue rough against her pale and tender flesh.

"So lovely" his hoarse voice whispered once in a while, only exchanged with "beautiful" as his hands searched her body, roughly pinching her nipples and grasping her soft breasts. Her lack of response seemed to him as a clear invitation. After a while his mouth founds hers and he shoved his tongue into her mouth and searched the cave with force all the while positioning him on top of her clumsily.

She cried out in pain as he slid into her and he stopped, worry.

"My darling, I am so sorry to hurt you... they told it would hurt and then it would be pleasure!" He whispered anxiously into her ear with a harsh breath. She gasped in response and he took it as if her body had adjusted.

Slowly he slid out and then in again, thrusting carefully till she felt easier. His warm breath breathed into her ear along with soft moans from each thrust he made, increasing the ever so slightly till he almost was roaring with pleasure. He screamed out as he thrust hard, making Mary gasp in pain and cry out noiselessly.

He fell on top of her, gasping for air and then rolled off, of her.

Her body felt tainted and as she felt the wetness from his semen run between her legs she made a quiet apology of the need to clean herself. He made a soft noise and kissed her lips roughly and awkwardly before letting her go. She rushed to the ladies room where a bath had already been readied. The servants or the women from the two families already aware of the need there would be.

She scrubbed her body hard, perhaps with more need than the ladies of the families had assumed she would; she felt filthy and she struggled to regain herself as she awoke from the stupor she had been in from the moment they had entered their married room. Pain reigned in her lower parts and she slid her fingers to touch her tore flesh, trying in vain to soothe it.

The pain from touching the private place showed the pains she was in and she bit hard not to cry out in physical and mental agony. Grabbing a towel she cried into it to quiet the noise.

She stayed as long as possible, but when she came back he was asleep and snoring lightly. Reluctantly she slid under the covers, needing sleep, but kept her distance as much as possible. She shivered despite the blaze from the fireplace.

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