The day had finally come.

Or, more precisely, the night.

Riol and Sharina had safely gotten married. They had celebrated their day with their families and their friends from the academy. They had held their wedding in the royal capitol for the sake of ease for the most people possible. Apollo had put in a lot of hard work to ferry their guests who lived further away so that they would all arrive in time. Of course, because it was a marriage between nobles, they had also been compelled to invite some other noble guests. Among those had been Prince Sevan, accompanied by his fiancée Sophia. Sevan had looked almost unbearably jealous during the ceremony. But Sophia had done a good enough job of soothing him by whispering in his ear that he was smiling happily by the time he entered the reception. Riol guessed that Sophia had appeased him with reminders of their own upcoming wedding day, which seemed to have done the trick. At any rate, he was just happy to be able to enjoy his new wife without having to worry about a sulking prince.

And now that the reception was over and they were alone, enjoying Sharina was exactly what he planned to do.

Even though Riol had looked forward to this night for a long time, he still found himself wracked with nerves as he escorted his new bride to the room where they would stay for the night. Luckily for him, Sharina chatted happily at his side as they walked, reliving through the ceremony and reception with her descriptions of how cool he had looked at various points. He tried his best to keep his face from reddening at her unending praise. Although he was used to this general treatment by now, for some reason it felt different on their wedding night.

They reached the door to their room, and Riol couldn't help but think that maybe they had arrived too soon. He quickly dispelled that thought, and looked fully at his new wife. Sharina was absolutely glowing, her eyes shining as they gazed at him adoringly. He gritted his teeth, and vowed to himself that he would make this experience enjoyable for her.

On impulse, he bent down and scooped her up, supporting her with one arm under her bent knees and one behind her back. Although he had grown since they had been in school, he was still barely taller than Sharina, and had to expend some effort to carry her like this. Hurriedly, he kicked the door open, trying to ignore the wide-eyed look on his wife's face as he brought her through the entranceway.

Once inside, he hesitated. How long was he supposed to carry her? Sharina seemed to notice his indecision, and planted a kiss on his cheek before wriggling her way out of his grasp. She reached behind him to push the door closed as she said, "Riol, that was so cool of you! Carrying me over the threshold like a true groom, what a manly thing to do!" Her eyes practically turned into hearts as she spoke.

Coughing lightly, Riol looked to one side and mumbled, "It's what I'm supposed to do for you." Steeling himself, he turned to face Sharina, kissing her firmly and taking her by the hand. "Come on," he said, trying not to let his voice or his hand shake as he led her to the bed. She followed obediently, for once silent as she let him pull her along.

She stayed silent even as Riol gently began removing her bridal outfit, starting with the veil and accessories. He then gently spun her around to undo the back of her dress. He was starting to wonder if she was even responding to him. As he unfastened the heavy material, he noticed that the back of her neck and ears were dyed red. He felt a little relieved to know that he wasn't the only one affected by the current situation. On the other hand, this new knowledge slowed his confidence a little, and it was with some timidity that he slid the gown off his new wife's shoulders.

It pooled onto the floor, leaving Sharina clad only in her undergarments. His hands hesitated, unsure of the best way to remove these without making a mess out of it. Luckily for him Sharina took over, shedding the rest of her clothes, albeit with trembling hands. By the time the last garment had fallen to the floor, he was twitching with anticipation. His eyes traveled along the curves of her back.

He swallowed hard, finding that his mouth suddenly had too much saliva in it. Trying to get a hold of himself, he put a hand on Sharina's shoulder and turned her around gently. To his surprise, her eyes were moist. As she turned to face him, her hands quivered at her sides. All she said though was, "Don't you think this is unfair, Riol?"

"Oh. Um, yes. I'll…yes, of course." With hands that were shaking more than he wanted to admit, Riol began taking off his own clothes. He started with his outer coat, drawing his arms out and letting it fall.

It wasn't until he began undoing the buttons on his shirt that he noticed his wife's reaction. She seemed to have completely forgotten her own state of undress as she stared at him, melting into that lovestruck look she often wore when she went on one of her unstoppable tangents about his virtues. Recognizing the danger, he started to say, "Shari–"

"Aaah, here it is! Riol's bare chest!" He was too late. She was already off. "That smooth skin! The perfect planes of your abdomen, blending seamlessly into your chest muscles! The dip of your belly button!" Although he felt himself starting to flush, Riol pulled his shirt off fully, subjecting himself to more of his wife's comments. "The arms! Those arms that I always rely on, here in the flesh! Slender and graceful, putting any other man to shame!" She clasped her hands in front of herself as she looked up at him adoringly. "Show me more, Riol!"

He looked away, flushing even harder. "Sharina, you're being a little embarrassing. Can't you stop that?"

"Huh? No way! Do you know how long I've waited for this?!"

He scratched the back of his head, and Sharina squealed, "Oooh, I can see your muscles in action now! Do it again, Riol!"

He looked at her in confusion. "Do what? Scratch my head?"

"Anything! I just want to see you move without a shirt on. Please? Please, Riol?"

He let out a puff of laughter. He had been anxious about their wedding night, but it was somehow reassuring that she was reacting to him in the same way she usually did. He patted her on the head and replied, "Hold on just a minute."

Obediently, she nodded, and he smiled at her obvious anticipation. He kicked his shoes off and bent down to take off his socks as his wife watched in adoration. "Even your toes are cool, Riol!"

"You've seen my toes before. What are you making such a fuss about?"

"It's different now!" she protested. "Being able to see them when you're deliberately showing them to me is the best!"

"Hm." Giving a noncommittal sound, Riol began undoing his pants. Despite the comfort he had taken from her attitude, this was a little bit harder, especially since she was watching him so carefully. Nevertheless, he steadfastly took them off.

As he pulled his pants down, Sharina gasped, "Riol's legs! So smooth and clear! How do you have such elegant legs, Riol?"

He glowered at her, and with one motion, divested himself of his underwear too. He was now standing totally bare before her. She was quick to comment on this, eyes widening as she saw his erection. "Ohhh. So it's Riol's that, huh?" She leaned down closer. "It's very manly. And somehow…longer than I thought?" She reached out a finger and touched him on the very tip.

He hissed, and somehow managed to grow even more flushed. "Hey, what are you doing?" he demanded.

She looked up at him, a smile tugging at her lips. "Why? Am I not allowed to touch my husband? I've been good and waited so long, Riol. Why shouldn't I enjoy this?"

He stared down at her, momentarily dumbfounded by her words. Then he leaned towards her. "It seems that you've been so interested in my body that you've forgotten you're completely naked, too." He forcibly threw his reservations to the side, reaching out to cup one of her breasts in his hand. Her eyes grew wide, and the blush returned to her face.

His manly pride reared up. That was more like it. Bending down further, he pressed their lips together, enjoying the way his new wife sighed into his mouth as he squeezed her tender flesh gently. The way it gave under his palm had him throbbing. Breaking them apart slightly, he murmured, "We should get on the bed."

"Ah! Yes! Of course, Riol always knows what to do." Sharina complied with his words and seated herself on the side of the bed, looking at him expectantly. He hesitated for a second before sitting down next to her and locking their mouths together once more. As he kissed her slowly, he used the leverage of his body to push his wife backwards onto the bed, trapping her between his arms. He lost himself for a little bit in the sensations of her chest pressing into him and her soft lips moving under his.

When he was able to convince himself to draw back, Sharina gasped in a gulp of air and exclaimed, "Riol, do more! I want to watch you more!"

Gritting his teeth, Riol closed his eyes for a moment, willing himself to have some semblance of self-control. His innocent wife surely didn't know what she was asking for. Besides, it was his job as her husband to make sure that she had an enjoyable time in bed. If he truly released himself, he wasn't sure if he could guarantee that for her.

When he trusted himself again, he lifted his torso and gently moved her legs up onto the bed, parting them so he could settle in between. As she was opened up to him he once again felt the need to swallow excess saliva.

She was beautiful. The apex of her thighs was plump and inviting. A slit ran up the middle, terminating in a small patch of tightly curled pink hair. As he stared at her, he saw that there appeared to be moisture dripping out from the bottom of the slit. Fascinated, he stroked the moisture with the pad of a finger.

As he touched her, Sharina mewled and shivered. "Aaah, watching Riol touch me is even better than I thought it would be! Those dark-ringed eyes growing even more shaded as they look at me is just too much!"

Riol bit his lip. "Sharina."

She replied instantly. "Yes!"

"Do you really have to narrate everything I'm doing right now?"

"Yes!"

He sighed. "Then I guess there's only one way to make you stop." Without warning, he plunged his finger inside of the slit.

The reaction was instantaneous. His wife's backside jerked off the bed, which only served to drive his digit deeper inside of her. "Hnn, this is even better! Now Riol is touching inside of me!"

"Still not enough, huh?" Riol began moving his hand back and forth, stroking slowly along the inner walls of his lover. Despite his annoyance, he awed at how soft the flesh felt against his finger. He kept his eyes trained on her, fascinated by the sight of his finger disappearing inside of Sharina's body.

"That look is good too! Aah, every look Riol has right now is wonderful! How am I supposed to decide which one is best?"

Riol flicked his eyes up to his wife's loose face. She seemed to be greatly enjoying herself.

Then there was no need to hold back anymore.

With a grunt, he withdrew his finger and knelt down in front of her, positioning the head of his member by her swollen folds. He saw a brief glimmer behind his wife's eyes as he brought himself into place.

He leaned down to breathe into her ear, "Hold onto me, Sharina."

Finally speechless, she followed his command, anchoring her hands onto his forearms. He bent his head down further so he could see what he was doing, and used one hand to guide himself inside of his wife.

As he entered, Sharina's jaw clenched, and he saw her face squeeze up in pain. He immediately stopped moving and asked urgently, "Are you okay?"

"Ah…I think…I think I need just a moment. Can you just sit there for now and let me look at you?" Her voice was tight and lacked its usual clarity.

He nodded, and held himself as still as he could, watching his wife. She was staring straight at his face, and soon her expression relaxed. "Riol, don't make that expression. I want to see you looking happy."

"How am I supposed to look happy when you're in pain?"

"But doesn't it feel good for you?"

Riol ground his teeth together. "It…it does. But I can't enjoy it when you're not."

Sharina shifted her hips experimentally underneath him. "It doesn't hurt as much now. Can you try doing it a little more?"

But Riol was hesitant. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want to see more of your expressions as I make you feel good." Her eyes were calmer now, shining with the love he was used to receiving from her.

Cautiously, he compiled, pushing himself further inside of her heat, inch by excruciating inch. When he was about halfway in his wife gasped, "Can you wait for a second again?"

He instantly stopped, waiting in silence until she nodded. "There, it's okay now. I just needed a little bit. You can finish it now."

He resumed his forward motion once more, pressing inside until he was fully seated. Once it was done he panted, "It's all inside, Sharina."

Eyes watering, she smiled up at him. "We're finally one, Riol."

Unbidden, his hands fisted against the sheets. "Sharina. If you aren't ready for me to make love to you I need you to tell me now."

Her mouth opened into a beautiful circle. "Oooh, Riol, that was so manly! So cool! I loved it, say it again!"

If she was in the right frame of mind to gush over him like that, then she was ready. Drawing his hips backward, he thrust forward again in a long, slow motion. As he moved, Sharina wailed, "Aaah, I can feel Riol's big thing as it moves!"

He clicked his tongue, then repeated the action, once, twice, a myriad of times, trying desperately to silence the flowing narration of his wife.

"Riol's…big thing…is moving inside me! I can…feel it…traveling back and forth…along me…all the way, to…the deepest part…of me! This is…ahn…amazing! Riol! Riol, I…love you! Keep…doing…that more…hnnn…I want you to…keep filling me up…inside…look…look here at my stomach…you can see…where you're…inside of me! I…I love this…feeling...I can't believe you can…fill me up so much…mmh, I love you…Riol, Riol, Rioool!"

Her mouth was like a babbling brook, pouring out an endless flow of praises and love. Riol didn't know if he could take it anymore. Desperately, he dropped his torso down and sealed his mouth over hers in a kiss that was harsher than he meant it to be. Sharina didn't seem to mind, instantly parting her lips to allow him further access to her insides. He took it gladly, swirling his tongue around her mouth as he echoed the action by grinding his pelvis against hers. The mewling noise she made into him certainly seemed appreciative, so he did it again. The second time she made the noise Riol quickly went back to thrusting, unsure of how long he would last if his wife kept on stoking his desire with those sounds.

When he finally had to come up for air, Sharina wasted no time in resuming her stream of commentary, albeit choppy from the rhythm of their coupling. "Aah, Riol, your thing…feels so good inside me…when you push it against me…like that. I can feel…all of you moving around…when you do that! Can you do it again…please? It feels…oooh…it feels like…something good is going to…happen if you do it again."

At this point Riol was as overtaken with desire as his wife. He nodded dumbly. If she wanted him to do something, he would comply. The overwhelming need was rising up inside of him, and he knew that he was going to release soon. He paused his motions, then pushed himself forward, gyrating around experimentally. Sharina writhed under him, and yelled, "Yes, Riol! Do it more like that!"

He obeyed, and as he did it a second time, he felt his wife constrict tightly around him in waves. As she moved internally, Sharina also tightened her body underneath him, clenching her hands around his forearms as a cry tore from her mouth.

The sight and sensations were entirely too much. With a stuttering groan, Riol felt himself empty inside of his wife, his own muscles tightening all the way down to his toes.

When the waves stopped, he forced his body off to the side before he collapsed, chest heaving, onto the bed. He flopped his head over to the side to look at Sharina. She was staring at him with her characteristic adoration.

"Riol, that was…that was amazing! I can't believe it felt that good! As expected, Riol is good in bed, too! How did you manage to be so proficient at something you haven't even done before?" Her eyes widened, and then her entire countenance darkened. "Unless…" She lifted her hand to her mouth and started muttering. "I have always known that Riol has countless charms. It certainly wouldn't have been unusual for another woman to have approached him before I came along. Who could resist, after all? He certainly could have had countless other opportunities to familiarize himself with a woman's body.."

Horrified, Riol sat up quickly. He smashed his mouth against his wife's, hoping to silence her insane train of thought. He broke away, looking into her eyes firmly. "I've said it before, but I'll say it again. You're the only one who thinks those things about me. And besides, even if other women were interested in me, you're the only one that I love." His need to reassure his wife drowned out his usual embarrassment at saying these words to her.

Sharina's face brightened like a lamp. She exclaimed, "Oh, Riol, I love you too! I'm so happy you're my husband now!" She threw her arms around his neck, and for once seemed content to be silent. Riol relaxed into her shoulder, and smiled. Although he would never tell her, Sharina's words always warmed his heart. He would happily listen to them for the rest of their lives.