Warning, mature content
Three
The Wedding Night
"Congratulations!" Theon said cheerfully and patted Robb's shoulder before glancing at his newlywed wife. "You made a good choice, she's very cute. I think you have a fun night ahead of you."
"That's enough, Theon," Robb snorted.
"What, it was a compliment! I wouldn't mind having a taste of those nice firm…"
"Theon!"
"Alright, alright." Theon paused and winked. "Have fun."
Robb rolled his eyes and looked at his wife. She was sitting beside him at the table, keeping her eyes on her plate. The ceremony had been over fast and now they were having a wedding feast. Despite of the very short notice, Lord Frey had spared no expense. There was enough food, wine and ale for an army.
The whole Frey household was here, as well as most of the northern lords who were traveling with Robb. Of course Catelyn was here as well, although she hadn't approved Robb's choice. She had tried to make Robb to change his mind before the wedding, but he hadn't done that. Catelyn had pointed out that Robb's wife would be the Lady of Winterfell, she needed to be able to speak. Of course Robb understood his mother's concerns, but he had made his choice.
Granted, Lady Merryn's appearance pleased him greatly, but there was also something else about her that intrigued him. He believed that they would find a way to communicate, even if she couldn't speak. According to Lord Frey, there was nothing wrong with her intelligence; she understood what was being said. He was just about to apologize for Theon when few lords came to congratulate him. Lord Frey's sons were also eager to introduce themselves and before Robb had time to concentrate on his wife, Lord Frey stood up.
"Alright, I'm sure Lord Stark wants to finally get to the best part. Time for the bedding!"
"That won't be necessary," Robb said firmly, also standing up. "I believe we can undress without anyone's help."
"Fine, as long as the girl is deflowered before the morning," Lord Frey snorted. "I want to see the bed sheets."
Robb pressed his lips together; he had no understanding for a man who could talk about his own daughter like that.
"My lady," he stated and offered Lady Merryn his hand. She took it and allowed him to help her up. She kept her eyes down; she hadn't looked at Robb after the wedding ceremony. The men cheered and some of them gave him some useful "advices" as he led Lady Merryn out of the dining hall. Her hand felt small in his and he noticed that she was shivering.
Some of the men followed them; Lord Frey probably wanted to make sure that they went to the bedchamber, so Robb didn't say anything before closing the door behind them. The bed had been prepared, there was a roaring fire in the fireplace and candles were burning around the chamber. For a moment Robb simply looked at his newlywed wife. She looked very small and fragile standing in front of him, wearing her light pink wedding gown. She had flowers in her hair and her skin looked soft and warm in dim candlelight.
"Are you alright, my lady?" he asked after a moment of silence.
She nodded, still keeping her eyes down.
"Could you look at me?"
She looked up and met his gaze. The hunted deer… The look in her eyes was the look of a cornered animal. He smiled at her as calmingly as he could; of course he understood that she was probably scared.
"It's alright," he said. "No need to fear me."
Her look was cautious now, but she didn't move when he touched her hair.
"I'm truly sorry that I can't give you more time, but I'm afraid we must do this tonight." He paused as something crossed his mind. "You do know what I'm talking about? Someone has explained this to you?"
She nodded.
"Alright, good."
He looked around and noticed a wine carafe and two goblets on a small table. Thank goodness. He poured wine for them both and handed her the other goblet. She emptied it quickly. Hopefully that would help her to relax at least a little. Slowly he moved in front of her and leaned closer, soothingly stroking her cheek. Her skin felt just as soft as it looked.
"You are beautiful, my lady."
Carefully he wrapped his arms around her and touched her lips with his. She stiffened immediately, so he kept the kiss as gentle as he could, softly stroking the corners of her mouth with his tongue. She tasted very pleasant, but he resisted his urge to slide his tongue into her mouth. He was trying to help her to relax, not to scare her more. He would have plenty of time to explore every part of her after she would get to know him and get used to his touch. Slowly he pulled away and cupped her face in order to see her eyes. The first thing he saw was confusion.
"Did that feel bad?" he asked.
Cautiously she shook her head.
"Good."
Next he ran his lips over her hands and wrists, up to her neck. What he really wanted was to tear her clothes off, but again, he wasn't trying to scare her. Gently he undressed her and couldn't help but to admire her body. Her breasts were plump and firm and she had just enough curves. She didn't try to cover herself, although he could easily sense her nervousness or perhaps fear.
"You truly are beautiful," he stated and started to remove his own clothing.
A flush was rising in her cheeks and she lowered her head.
"It's alright," he murmured as he guided her towards the bed and gently laid her down. "Don't be afraid."
He lied down beside her and kissed her again, hoping to calm her down. His hand cupped her breast and rolled the sensitive tip between his thumb and finger. Her body was everything he could want; he had most definitely made the right choice.
"Merryn," he murmured as his lips kissed her neck. "Beautiful Merryn."
She gasped and flinched as his mouth suddenly covered her nipple. Obviously it was a new feeling for her, he needed to remember that. There were so many things he would have wanted to do to her body, but not tonight. What he needed to think about right now was the scared young woman inside that body. His wife.
She didn't have a voice to tell him if he was hurting her or scaring her, so he needed to control himself enough to observe her reactions. Her nipples were hard under his touch; he gave them both equally attention while sliding his hand down her side. Very gently he parted her legs and touched her most sensitive part. Her eyes widened and she jumped like someone just touched her with a hot coal.
"It's alright," he murmured, his mouth was still concentrated on her breasts. Carefully he moved his fingers between her legs and found what he was looking for. The little nub that gave women pleasure. He had first heard about this mysterious nub when he had been 15 and Theon had convinced him to come to the brothel with him. Nowadays he had enough experience to know how it worked. Merryn gasped in shock and tried to close her legs when he started to rub her nub.
"It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you," he hummed.
Her whole body was shaking and she looked at him, desperately trying to understand what was happening. She was already wet and ready for him, but he didn't stop until he felt her muscles flexing around his finger. She was shaking and panting as he positioned himself between her legs. Slowly and gently he pushed into her, trying to cause her as little pain as possible. He was still causing her pain, he could see that.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
She felt incredibly good; he had to struggle to keep his thrusts gentle. Finally he couldn't control himself anymore; his thrusts became quicker and deeper until he spilled himself into her. He barely managed to support his weight; he certainly didn't want to crush her under him. Slowly he dropped closer and touched her bright red cheek before rolling on his back beside her. They were both panting; from the corner of his eye he saw the blood on the sheet. At least Lord Frey would be happy. Finally Robb managed to roll on his side and look at his wife.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
She replied with a brief nod, he could see how exhausted she was. He pulled a blanket over them both and drew her closer until her head was leaning on his chest. She didn't resist and he felt her body relaxing as he wrapped his arm around her and caressed her back until she was asleep.
