Gemma looked at herself in the mirror of her new room. She was brought here by one of Negan's guards and was told to change into what was in the bottom drawer of the vanity. It was a lace off-white negligee. It was made from a cheap silky material and was slightly too big, however it hugged her hips and made her feel the prettiest she's felt in a long time. In the drawer were also a pair of matching panties and garter. She she finished getting dressed she had to think; if there was one good thing about the apocalypse, it's the fact her body had never been so fit. She never had gotten the chance to admire her toned physique before. She was always dressed in her baggy work clothes, nothing that would ever do her body justice.
Never in a million years would she think this would be her wedding attire, but also never in a million years did she think she'd be marrying a murderous zombie apocalypse leader over 20 years her senior. Still, it was what it was, and Negan certainly made her happy. She still was coming to terms with the fact that she wouldn't be his only wife, she was in fact joining a small harem. Negan had 5 other women he called his; 5 other women with whom he shared individual stories with. Gemma knew there was no room for jealousy, only survival. Gemma was embarrassed to say aloud, but she took pride in the fact she was joining such an elite group. Out of all the women Negan came into contact with, there was only a handful he thought worthy of being his. She knew it would soon be time to meet her new sister wives, and she couldn't help but feel intimidated.
In another drawer of the vanity were a few assorted assorted makeup items. Standard items like blush, eyeshadow, and lipstick. She applied them with her fingers and reveled in the feeling of getting dolled up. One of the things she missed the most about her old life was the time spent getting ready before a big event. Sure, this was definitely a more makeshift set up but she enjoyed it none the less.
Gemma took one long last look at herself. She studied every little bit of her appearance. She knew that after tonight she would no longer be just a young girl in a broken world. She would be a woman, with a husband and responsibilities. For the first time since even before the world turned, she wouldn't be alone.
There was a knock on the door, calling out to her was the voice of the same guard who brought her here. She opened the door and was greeted with 5 other women dressed in pastel slip dresses. They were all younger women but even the youngest looking one definitely had a few years on Gemma.
"Well you look like you've just seen a ghost!" the girl standing in the middle exclaimed. She had dark hair and tan skin. She extended her hand to Gemma and said, "My name's Caitlin. I'm the third, and I just wanted to say don't look so intimidated, we're all on the same team here." Gemma shook her hand and smiled, but she wasn't sure if those words calmed her or made her more uneasy.
The other girls then followed in extending their hands and introducing themselves.
Sam was of average height and had dirty blonde hair, she was the fourth. Cheyenne and Kara were both brunettes, Cheyenne was curvier while Kara was more athletic. They also were both the "first wives". Negan acquired them at the same time so they could both interchangeably be considered first and second. Finally, the most recent of Negan's wives was Dakota. She was tall, standing about 5'10, with long ruby red hair. She was the only one Gemma Immediately noticed a coldness in. Gemma gave her the same civil greeting she had with the others, but Dakota brushed her off, not wanting to give up her title as the fresh pick.
As she predicted, Gemma was in fact the youngest, with with Kara being closest in age at 25. Caitlin was the oldest at 32, and the rest fell into that age grouping. This of course only made Gemma more anxious. She didn't want the other women too see her as a child. Sure she was younger, but she'd been through more than enough in this life and her last to qualify her as an adult.
Gemma and the girls were guided to the center of The Sanctuary. Space had been cleared and almost all residents were packed in attendance. The people were gathered to form a circle and the wives in pastel made their way to the center. Gemma followed behind them, staring straight ahead, not allowing herself to get swept away in the commotion to the crowd. All eyes were on her, but she remain focused on only what was directly ahead. And then She saw him. He was wearing his signature ensemble: Leather jacket, dark denim jeans, and workboots. The only difference was that this time he was wear a black button down shirt underneath his jacket. Lucille of course was held in his right hand.
She made her way toward him until she was standing directly across from him, right in the middle of about 60 other people. She looked up at him and couldn't help but smile. He was grinning his devilish grin and before she knew it, they're lips were locked, going to to town in front of the entire camp.
Negan lifted Gemma and she couldn't stop the happy tears from running down her face. As Negan carried her out she scanned the crowd and saw Lottie, leaned against a wall staring at the floor.
Negan carried Gemma wall the way to his bedroom. It was a long distance and she was impressed with his strength, his energy never faltered once. The reached the bedroom and waiting the was a bottle of whisky and a sprinkling of flower petals. He threw Gemma on the bed, grabbed the bottle of whiskey, and opened it with his teeth. He drank straight from the bottle and the turn to Gemma and laughed.
"Holy shit, you're not even old enough to be drinking this, huh?"
"Not like that's ever stopped me before." She quipped back before snatching th bottle from his hands and taking a swig herself. She wiped her mouth with her hand before grinning and stretching out on the huge bed.
Negan placed Lucille on her stand beside the bed and removed his jacket. He joined Gemma and went to take another sip from the bottle. He couldn't stop staring at her, taking in her entire being. He was so relieved to finally that she was finally his.
He crawled over to Gemma, kneeling above her. She looked up, staring deep in his dark eyes. He looked starving. He lowered himself down to her and whispered in her ear. "I haven't been fucked once since the day they brought you here. I've been waiting a mighty long time for tonight babydoll."
He brought his face inches away from hers. They both just stared into each other's eyes, trying to find a way to look even deeper, harder. Gemma couldn't hold the tension any longer. She went in for this kill, intensely exploring his mouth with her tongue.
Negan savagely ripped open her her negligee right down the middle, leaving her completely exposed from the waist up. He paused to take a moment and take in the sight of her bare breasts. Young and full, her skin was like porcelain. Gemma's body squirmed as she kissed his neck, using her hands to open each button of his shirt. Soon they were embracing eachother skin to skin, Gemma's hunger growing by the second. Negan growled out, "tell me the last time you got fucked"
Gemma paused what she was doing and looked at him. "This is it." she replied.
Negan stopped right in his tracks. He looked down at his new wife and said, "Now wait just a god damned minute, are you telling me..?"
"Uh huh" she quickly replied, staring up at him, a nervousness setting in.
A evil smile slowly grew on Negan's face, he leaned right into Gemma. "But you want me to...?"
"Uh huh" Gemma repeated.
"You want me to what?" Negan asked in a stern playful tone, he began kissing her neck.
"I want you to.. Uhhh" She could barely get out the words, the pleasure was too much for her to bear.
"You gotta say it or I'm not gonna do it…" He sounded rougher with each word.
"I want you to FUCK ME." Gemma exclaimed.
All it took were those six word and Negan pounced up and in one swift motion had Gemma's panties off. She was underneath him completely naked. He began kissing her neck and went down her entire body. When the time came, he grabbed her quivering thighs and separated them so he could take a good look at her gorgeous little pussy. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been with a virgin, and there was always something so satisfying about being the first person they get to experience. He parted her pink lips with his tongue and proceeded to give Gemma the best pregame of her fucking life. Every inch of her body was tingling, she'd never let a man get this intimate with her and until now had no idea what she was missing out on. She began to feel a warmth growing in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't contain the moans escaping her mouth and right before she was about to explode, he had stopped.
"Aw babydoll, you're fucking dripping. I think it's time for the main event."
Negan unbuckled his belt and slid his pants off. Gemma was ecstatic to see her suspicions were right; the man was packing.
"Now Gem, this might hurt at first." He said as he slowly rubbed his rock solid cock, "But I promise you this, that hurtin' is gonna turn into heaven real quick."
Gemma braced herself and reached back to grab onto the bed's head board. Negan leaned over into Gemma, aligning his body with hers. She tried preparing herself, but before she could take a breath, he was entering her. She was so tight it took some patience, but after a few thrusts, he was in.
Negan moved slowly, keeping his eyes one her, wanting to experience everything she felt. Gemma winced with every movement, not used to being stretched this way. After a few minute however, the pain had subsided. She began to feel the pleasure, and with Negan inside her, she felt complete. The fire within Negan was rapidly growing, she felt fantastic. But he refused to let himself go faster until given the okay.
Soon Gemma lost control of her senses. Her moans took over and she was soon thrusting her body right back into his. Negan took this cue as an okay and began to move faster, harder. Gemma's body moved with his and they were now in rhythm with each other. Negan kept increasing his dominating pace and Gemma was about to blow,
Gemma opened her eyes to find Negan staring right into her. She could see he was in ecstasy and she brought him there. They maintained eye contact, just as they had during their first meeting, until Gemma finally couldn't fight it anymore, and exploded with passion. Negan looked right into the fireworks that erupted in Gemma's soul and gave into the warmth that had taken control over him.
He pulled out and the two laid beside each other in the paradise they just created for themselves.
After a few minutes in elated silence, Gemma sat up and reached for the bottle of whiskey. She put the bottle to her lips taking a big sip and proceeded to climb atop Negan.
"So Mr. Husband… how about round two?"
Negan growled a deep sinister laugh and rest his arms behind his head. Gemma crawled down and proceeded with the deed she never got to perform in the kitchen the night before...
