XIX.
'Today I get married.' Malika thought as she combed her hair. Her body was sore, but
she was going to marry today no matter what. She felt light-headed with happiness as
she looked in the mirror. She heard a knock at the door and answered with a yes. "Are
you ready to put on your dress?" The maid asked her as Malika stood up from the stool
she was sitting on.
"Yes. Is Monsieur Garnier ready?"
"Ready and waiting. I have never seen him so antsy." She answered.
Malika smiled as she stood before a mirror and let the maid help her into her
undergarments. The maid then pulled the unbuttoned dress over her head and helped her
straighten it. Malika stared in the mirror as the maid buttoned the back of her
dress. She felt fat all of the sudden. She hoped the priest would not notice her
pregnancy too much.
"Oh God look at me." Malika suddenly said.
"You look beautiful." The maid commented.
"Oh my God, i've grown."
"What do you mean mademoiselle?"
"It's tight in my chest. It wasn't that way when I was measured." She paused. "I'm so
big..." Suddenly she burst out in tears as the maid gave her a soft pat on the
shoulder.
"Now, now. It's normal to grow when you are pregnant. I wouldn't worry about it."
"What if the top rips open during the ceremony? I will be so mortified."
The maid laughed softly. "Don't worry. I doubt that will happen."
Malika sighed quietly then turned away from the mirror. "Erik's going to have a laugh
over this."
"Monsieur Garnier wouldn't laugh. Here, dry your eyes. You wouldn't want him to think
you have been crying." The maid told her as she handed her a handkerchief.
"Yes. You are right." Malika responded.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
xxxx
Erik waited underneath a cherry tree as he looked for his future wife to appear. He
hoped that her pregnancy was not causing her problems. Their wedding was going to be
quick and simple. He wanted to have her in his arms as soon as possible. Her siblings
sat in two chairs on the lawn while the priest stood beside him. What was taking her
so long?
After waiting a few more minutes Malika finally appeared. She held a bouquet of red
roses as she traversed down the lawn to meet him. Malika gave her flowers to her
sister then took Erik's arm. "I am sorry for keeping you Father. I appreciate you
waiting."
"My child, this is your day. Take all the time you need." The priest replied.
"Please begin Father." Erik added as he patted Malika's hand.
Erik and Malika waited as the priest read from the book in his hands. Erik looked at
his soon-to-be wife in happiness. He would have to ask her what had taken her so long
to come. Erik smiled as he finally heard the words he wanted to hear. He beckoned for
Malika's brother to come forward and took Malika's ring in his hand. "Erik Garnier,"
The priest began, "do you take this woman to have and to hold, to love and to
cherish, to honor and obey for as long as you may live?"
"I do." Erik answered as he slid the ring on her ring finger.
"And do you, Mademoiselle Kovach, take this man to have and to..."
"I do!" Malika said excitedly then took Erik's ring and slid it on his ring finger.
Erik's eyes twinkled in humor as the priest continued, "Well since we know you both
wish to marry I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." Erik pulled
his new wife to his body and kissed her lips passionately. "I love you." He
whispered.
"I love you too Erik. My husband."
xxxx
Erik smiled as he began unbuttoning the back of his wife's dress. After their
ceremony they had a scrumptous dinner and a wonderful cake. Malika, he reflected, had
eaten pretty well. They had then shared some time together in the parlor while Malika
knitted on their baby's new blanket. "Wait a minute Erik." Malika interrupted Erik's
thought.
"What is it cherie?"
"Give me your honest opinion." She said as she led him to the mirror. "Last week I
was measured for my dress and it was made. This morning the maid helped me into it
and the chest on it was too tight. What do you think?"
Erik laughed softly as Malika looked on with a tight-lipped stare. Erik noticed this
and quickly stopped. "I am not laughing about the situation cherie. I was wondering
if you had noticed it as well. I had to pay attention to the priest while the
ceremony was going on."
"Erik." She whined softly. "Erik, what's the matter with me? My breasts have doubled
in size. I'm sure they have."
"I wouldn't say that." She flashed him a look as if to say 'you liar.' "I mean you
have grown somewhat, but it is nothing that is too much...alright maybe you are
slightly larger but it is only natural."
She looked in the mirror. "My breasts are like the size of melons."
Erik burst out in laughter again. "I wouldn't say that."
"Oh. So how would you describe them?"
"Maybe grapefruit size but certainly not the size of melons." She burst out into
tears as he gently pulled her onto his lap as he sat in a plush chair. "Shhh...what
are you crying over?"
"I'm so big!" She wailed. Erik softly kissed her lips as he caressed her shoulders.
"Shh...now listen, your body is growing because the child is growing. You are going
to be nursing in a few months cherie."
"But Erik, I shouldn't be this big. I know i'm carrying multiples. I have to be. It's
got to be that. We must be having twins or triplets. It can't be anything else."
"We'll come to that when you are in the second phase of your pregnancy. I am sure we
will be able to feel once you are further along."
Erik kissed her forehead softly as she leaned her head against his. "Cherie you are
so beautiful." He placed his hand over her swollen stomach and rubbed her stomach
gently. "I'm sure you are uncomfortable in the dress."
She nodded then asked him, "Would you mind unbuttoning my dress?"
"Of course not." Erik replied as she turned around and he began to unbutton her
dress. "I noticed you ate more tonight."
"Yes. I wanted to eat for the first time in a while." Malika responded.
"What do you wish to do tonight?" He questioned her. She stepped out of her dress and
watched as Erik put it over the back of a chair.
"Anything you wish to do." She replied.
Erik smiled to himself. "Are you sure you wish to say that?"
"Be gentle with me. That's all I ask."
He pulled her gently against his body and pressed a heated kiss against her lips. "Of
course I will. You are so beautiful."
She smiled at him, "Thank you Erik."
Erik kissed her again as he backed her up against the bed. His lips found her neck as
she felt him begin to unlace her pantalets. She shivered slightly in anticipation.
Erik slid her pantalets down her hips and legs and watched as she stepped out of the
garment. He then gently pulled her camisole up and over her head. He then pressed a
kiss to her lips. "I am going to make you a very happy woman."
"Oh. I sure you are."
Malika touched the buttons of his jacket softly then began to unbutton them and work
to take off his jacket. "Here let me help you." Erik said as he shrugged the garment
off his shoulders.
She looked up and said, "I want to undress you since you undressed me."
He smiled then kissed her softly as she set to work to unbutton his vest then shirt.
He shrugged those garments off his shoulders and threw them in the floor to join the
jacket. He broke off the kiss then said, "I do enjoy undressing you though."
She smiled then reached between them and began unfastening his pants. Erik stopped
her hands. "Not yet cherie. I want to be take my time tonight." He helped her onto
the bed and watched as she lay in the middle and spread her legs with a smile. Erik
smiled back while dimming several lit candles. Erik walked around dimming most
candles until little light was left in the room, just enough so he could see his way
back to the bed.
Erik realized that he had to be very gentle with his wife tonight. Ah, wife. Just
thinking of the word caused fire to roar in his veins. He felt his cock harden
against the fabric of his pants. "Are you coming to bed or are you going to stand
there?"
He laughed softly then retorted, "Yes my wife. I am coming to bed. Let me take off my
pants, they are becoming rather bothersome."
She huffed, "Well I tried to take them off for you."
Erik laughed again then quickly took off his pants and climbed onto bed and in
between her. "I know." He whispered in her ear. "How thoughtful my wife is."
"Am I to be a trophy wife now?" Malika teased him as she pressed her hands against
his bare chest. Heat rushed to her loins and love bloomed in her breast.
A loud laugh escaped his lips. "Trophy wife? No. No, I think I just want a devoted
wife who bears me a lot of children before I die."
"I think you are lucky then because I am sure I am going to have multiples for my
first pregnancy." She responded as she reached between them and rubbed her stomach.
"I think I am lucky nonetheless." He whispered huskily in her ear as his hand cupped
the underside of her right breast.
She gasped loudly, her heart beating fiercely in her chest. "You have changed Erik. I
am so happy for this."
"You changed me." He murmured in her ear while caressing the underside of her breast.
"Nonsense. You changed without my help."
He growled softly, "I would still be purchasing slaves if it wasn't for you. Now, let
me make love to you to show my appreciation."
Erik pressed his lips against her own, her mouth opened in a gasp and his tongue
plunged in. Malika moaned against his lips as she felt his tongue entwine with hers.
His hands massaged her swollen breasts softly, causing her to moan into the kiss.
Erik pulled back to press soft kisses along her jaw and down her neck. "Oh Erik." She
groaned softly. Her hands pressed against his shoulders as his lips found their way
to the tip of her breast and drew her nipple in his mouth.
Heat flooded her veins as she stared, eyes half-lidded and gasping for breath. She
entwined her fingers in his dark hair and pulled at the lockes between her fingers.
"Oh Erik..." She repeated. "Do not tease me." She whimpered softly. He pulled back
then kissed straight across to her other breast and repeated his ministrations.
Malika cried out, her fingers pulling harder, her body arcing to meet his lips as the
heat in her loins began to reach the boiling point.
"How do you feel?" Erik questioned her after he pulled back and began to kiss down to
her stomach.
"As if I am on fire!" Malika gasped.
Erik smiled with pride then cupped her swollen stomach in between his hands. "Your
father can't wait to see you." He whispered against her skin.
"Are you talking to our children?" Malika questioned him as he stroked her stomach.
"Yes." He cleared his throat. "Is that a problem?"
She giggled then reached and cupped his face. "No, but it is when you have set me on
fire."
Erik grinned lecherously, "Then spread your legs a bit farther and I shall put out
that fire...temporarily."
Malika obeyed as she watched him pull her legs over his shoulders. He flashed another
smile before pulling her folds apart and consuming her bud. Malika cried out loudly
as the fire in her loins reached what seemed the temperature of a volcano. Sweat
dripped down her face as she gripped the sheets in passion. Erik felt her tense, her
body go rigid, then suddenly she let out a cry of pleasure and shook from the intense
pleasure and fell back with a moan of completion.
Erik placed his hands on either side of her waist after brushing a wet strand of hair
out of her eyes. "I have to have you now!" He whispered huskily in her ear. "However,
I am afraid I will hurt you."
"You will not hurt me."
"But I could hurt the children."
"You won't. I will tell you if you are hurting me. Go on Erik. You need your release." Malika whispered in his ear.
He smiled then quickly sheathed himself in her. She moaned softly as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Erik groaned as he felt her warmth surround him. "I am sorry if I am too rough cherie."
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Go ahead Erik. I know you need your release. Go ahead. I'm not going to break and the children are not developed enough that they can get hurt by us having sex. Go on." She encouraged him.
"Thank you cherie." He murmured then began to thrust into her body, pull back, and thrust again, until his body had a rhythm with hers. She arced her back to provide him more leverage as he neared orgasm. Erik heard a deafening roaring in his ears, his blood seemed to boil in his veins as he continued thrusting against her body. He felt his body become rigid as a thousand stars burst behind his eyes and liquid heat poured into her core.
Erik awoke a few minutes later after regaining his breath. He felt her stroke his hair gently. His head was pillowed against her breasts. "I told you that you needed your release." She whispered in his ear.
He laughed softly. "Yes. How wise you are cherie."
"Stay still." She told him as he tried to pull out. "I like it. I want to fall asleep this way."
"That will be very difficult."
"We will make it work, oh husband of mine." Malika responded, she smiled as she said husband. She loved that word.
"Wife, I know we can." Erik said then kissed her lips. "Goodnight wife."
"Goodnight husband." Malika responded with a giggle.
Author's Note: Sorry for the long ass update. I have been busy with my first week back to school. So busy. Thank you for the reviews I appreciate it.