So, who is ready for some fishing ;) Seems I'm writing a lot of "M" these days. Must be the inspiration provided by the delicious Robert Bathurst. Of course, Laura Carmichael is a beautiful young woman, but Mr. Bathurst is more my type ;) Anyway. hope you enjoy.

The wedding feast was lavish. Aofie, with the help of some of the women of the village, laid out a magnificent spread. Women from Arnporr's people had also brought food. And of course, there was drink, which the men partook of freely. Many grew raucous with suggestive innuendo and barbs about what was to come next for the newly married couple. Ead thought she understood some of the remarks but did not understand others and judging by Arnporr's growing discomfort, she was glad she did not understand. Heaviu and Cathasach tried to subdue some of the more boisterous men from her village and she saw Arnporr direct a look at his men, but the results were short lived. Finally, Arnporr leaned down to her and whispered, "we leave?"

Ead smiled and nodded at him. "Yes, let's." They quickly bade their families good night and Ead led him to Cathasach's hut. He stopped her just as they reached the door. "Now, we go fish," he said softly, his eyes bright as he teased her. "Yes," she replied, "and I expect a big one," she teased back.

"Only ask for what you truly want," Arnporr replied as they walked into the hut. Then he pulled her to him and kissed her more deeply than any of his other kisses. Ead's head began to spin and she felt herself weakening, melting into his strong arms.

Ead had been anxious about their first time. She had worried that it might be hurt, that she wouldn't make her new husband happy, that she wouldn't be enough. Arnporr had been anxious as well. He had worried that he would hurt her, that he would overwhelm her, that he might be too much for his tiny bride. But as she led him to the bed of fresh grass and leaves that had been prepared for them, their worries seemed to drain away.

Arnporr took his time, keeping his own desires in check as he explored his new wife. He wanted to be sure she would be ready for him. Ead, on the other hand, gave into every impulse and desire. She touched him in places she'd never even seen on a fully-grown man before and let him touch her everywhere. His calloused hands were rough and gentle at the same time as they moved over her.

Unsure of what exactly she should do, she tried to follow his lead, kissing and nibbling on him where he seemed inclined to do on her. He chuckled when she teased at his nipples as he had teased at hers.
"You don't like me there?" she asked.

"I do," he smiled. "But you have much more to like there." His eyes sparkled in the firelight from the pit at the center of the hut.

"Hmmmm, perhaps. But your chest is very nice," she murmured.

Arnporr grunted. "Yours better," he said as he latched onto one of her nipples to prove his point. His tongue teased circles around it, then flicked over it, sending Ead into a new level of excitement. Then he began to suckle, occasionally nibbling at her nipple before sucking it again, then teasing the hard peak with his tongue. When she thought she could stand no more of the excitement he was creating within her, he switched sides and repeated his actions on her other breast. Ead was floating on a cloud of excitement and need. Her head was swirling with lust and she was dizzy with want. She tried to return Arnporr's attentions, tried to kiss him, or caress him, but the sensations he created in her were just so overwhelming, that she couldn't. She was weak and unable to react beyond her own body's instinctive responses. Finally, she gave into her weakness and her arms fell back, her hands landing on either side of her head as she opened her body to him more, making it much easier for him to ravish.

Arnporr recognized her capitulation but held his instincts back a few minutes more as he feasted on her breasts. His hand sought and found her most intimate parts, caressing her there, gently at first. Ead began to squirm under his touch, moving herself against his hand, demonstrating her craving. He slipped a finger into her folds, bathing it in the evidence of her readiness. "Ead?" he whispered.

"Please," she murmured back. "Make me yours. Give me your fish."

Arnporr smiled at her teasing, even in the midst of her excitement. He stroked her a few times, spreading her nectar along her folds and then withdrew his hand. Leaning over her he kissed her as he shifted to position himself. Breaking the kiss, he looked into her eyes as he pressed against her, letting his small head rest at her entrance. Her eyes sparkled back at him in the firelight and not letting his eyes leave hers, he pushed to enter.

Her eyes widened as she felt Arnporr work into her. She could feel the resistance, his manhood larger than the portal through which it was trying to pass but then she felt her body stretch to accommodate him. He went slowly, expanding her as he drove deeper into her, gently but with firmness. Ead felt almost euphoric as he worked deeper and deeper into her.

Arnporr not only felt the instant her maidenhead was breached, he saw it in her eyes, the slight grimace of pain, and then he felt the tension leaving her body as he slid past the final barrier. Once he was fully sheathed in the warm, wet, haven of her body, Arnporr paused, and then kissed her again, a long languid, satisfying kiss. Their lips remained locked as he began to ease his way back out until only his tip was resting inside her. Then he began the reentry, moving a little more confidently, less cautiously as he buried himself in her again. The process was repeated several times until she began to caress his back. He moved a little quicker. Her caresses became less gentle. His actions took on more urgency. Her hands went to his cheeks, urging him into her, deeper, deeper…. Her hips lifted to meet him. Hid thrusts became more powerful. She was grabbing his cheeks, squeezing, pushing. Their breathing became erratic, each breath louder. Her head tilted back as she raised up to meet him more. An ecstatic cry was wrenched from her as he thrust again and again. It was too much, but not nearly enough. And then it happened, Ead cried out in ecstasy. Her cry was followed by his roar of release as he lunged into her one last time, spilling his seed deep within in her in an explosive eruption followed by smaller, less intensive lunges, shadows of what had just been.

As they shuddered together, still clinging to one another as their bodies slowly eased back from the rapture that had overtaken them, they heard a few cheers and some guffaws from outside. Arnporr bristled but Ead just started giggling. He looked at her worriedly. "You not angry?"

"How could I be angry?" she replied with her own question. "What we just…. What was between us…. I haven't an angry thought within me. They're happy, I'm happy, I hope you are happy?"

Arnporr relaxed beside her. "I very happy," he said softly. "You like fish?"

Reaching down to stroke that now soft and floppy part of him, she smiled. "I think I'm going to love fishing." But her expression was curious. "How can it be so ….small and soft when it was just so…large and hard?"

Arnpoor nuzzled near her ear and along her neck. "You. It give all to you."

"But it will, I mean, we'll …. Do it again?"

"Mmmm, yes. Many times. Little fish needs to rest. Then it become big fish again."

"Rest? How long?"

"Not long… even less if you…."

"If I what?"

"Touch."

"Oh, I like that. IT feels so… oh, very nice., soft, smooth… the skin I mean. Small like now is alright, but I prefer your big fish, so firm and ….. big."

Ead lost any other thought that might have formed as Arnporr began to kiss her again, beginning their second fishing expedition. By daylight, the pair had perfected the art of fishing.