Katja took one last look around her nearly empty room. Over the past few days, Erik, her brother, and her father had been moving her and Erik's belongings to the new house. Today was her last day here with her family. Tonight, she was officially starting a new life with Erik.
"Oh look at you!" Brigitte cried. "You're absolutely lovely." Katja twirled around, showing off the white satin gown for her stepmother. "Erik is a very lucky man."
"He just better treat my little girl right." Katja turned and saw her father standing in the doorway, tears in his eyes.
She ran to her father and hugged him tightly. "Oh Vati, don't cry. If you start crying, I'm going to cry and then we'll all be crying and we can't have that."
Her father embraced her just as tightly. "I lost you Katja. I lost you and I just got you back after years of searching and pain. And I'm not ready to lose you again. Not now, not ever."
"I'm just moving a few miles up the road," Katja said with a soft smile. "It's not like I'm moving halfway across the world. We can still see each other as much as we want. You'll be able to visit us whenever you like."
"But you won't be my little girl anymore."
"Vati, I will always be your little girl," Katja replied with a watery smile. "No matter how old I get, no matter where I go, I will always be your little girl."
Dieter pressed a kiss to her forehead. "That you will be Liebling. That you will be."
Tanja walked into the room. "Oh!" she exclaimed when she saw Katja in her wedding gown. "You look like a princess!"
"I feel like a princess," Katja said with a smile, spinning around again. "I keep thinking I'm in a dream. This feels like a fairytale. I have to keep telling myself that this is real."
Her stepsister gave her an odd look. "But I thought you said that Erik wasn't courting you."
"Well things changed," Katja explained. "We're in love."
"Are you going to leave then?"
"No, well, kind of. Erik has bought a house for the two of us, so we'll be living there now, but we're going to stay here in town. I'm not going far away."
"Sit Katja," Brigitte ordered. "I have to finish your hair." Katja obeyed. Her stepmother began to comb out her nearly waist-long hair before working magic with it. Brigitte pulled the front sections back and fastened them with a diamond encrusted clip.
"Wait…" Katja gasped. "Isn't that…?"
"Yes," she replied. "I wore it when I married your father, it was a gift from my mother when she married my father, and now I think it's your turn."
"But I'm not even your daughter," Katja protested.
"I've always considered you my daughter," Brigitte replied firmly. "All I ask is, when the time comes, you pass it on to Tanja so that she can wear it at her wedding."
"Absolutely," she agreed before hugging her stepmother. "Thank you Brigitte. Thank you for everything!"
Brigitte returned her hug with a smile. "You're welcome my dear. Now let's get going. It wouldn't do for you to be late to your own wedding."
"What about Erik and Fredrick?" Katja asked. "They're not here yet!"
"No, they're meeting us at the church," her father explained. "Come, the carriage is outside waiting for us."
"You better take good care of her."
Erik turned to face Fredrick. "I love Katja. I would never think about doing otherwise. I plan on doing everything in my power to make sure she's safe, happy, and comfortable."
"Just remember, if you don't you'll have to face me and my father. And I can assure you, it won't be pretty." Fredrick threatened. Erik was certain that he could take both Fredrick and Dieter, but he had no intentions of doing anything to upset Katja or her family. But after a moment, Fredrick grinned. "Don't worry, I trust you. But seriously, if you don't, you better hope that I'm the one that gets to you first."
"I'll keep that in mind," Erik replied. "But I promise you that my only intentions are to treat your sister like a queen as she deserves."
Fredrick started to reply but something behind Erik drew his attention. Erik turned and his whole world changed. Before them was an angel delivered straight from heaven, along the rest of her family. The white dress looked like it had been tailored for her, accentuating her curves and waist and making Katja look like a goddess. "Oh Katja, how will I ever be worthy of you?" he asked softly.
"You've saved my life time and time again. I should be asking the exact same question," she countered. The couple embraced. "I love you Erik."
"Hey," Fredrick interrupted. "Isn't there a rule that says you two can't see each other until the wedding starts?"
Erik shrugged. "Rules were made to be broken."
"But I don't want to wait any longer," Katja said with a smile as she entwined her fingers with Erik's. "We've waited long enough. Let's go get married."
The ceremony had been small, simple, and brief. Only Katja's family was there. But she hadn't minded. Katja had never been a fan of large gatherings or over the top celebrations. And she knew that Erik had absolutely no problems with it being a private affair. And now that the wedding was over, it was time for Katja and Erik to have a fresh start together.
Katja felt her heart flutter as Erik approached her, a glint in his eye like a predator closing in on its prey, and for the first time she had seen a man with that look, she wasn't scared. He closed the gap between them and seized her lips.
He knelt before her, pulled her shoes off and rolled her stockings down, pausing to caress each of her ankles. Erik stood and gently tugged the jeweled clip from her hair as he kissed her again. One of his hands went to the nape of her neck, the other on the small of her back.
While Erik kissed her, Katja pulled his jacket off as well as his vest and cravat, before beginning to unbutton his shirt. Erik let go of her long enough for her to slide the clothes from his body. He began to work on the buttons of her dress until it fell at a heap of white fabric around her feet.
The next thing Erik began to tackle was the laces on her corset. Katja let out a soft sigh of relief as she was released. He gently pushed her backwards onto the bed. Erik stood over her, his eyes roaming her body, his lust obvious. "You're so beautiful," he breathed.
Erik climbed on top of her, a hand on each side of her head to support his weight. Katja wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth, suckling it to a peak, as he inserted one of his fingers into her. Katja moaned as she began to feel the pleasure that only Erik had ever brought her.
Suddenly Erik stopped and sat back. Before Katja could ask what he was doing, his head was between her legs. "OH!" she cried as she felt his tongue against her womanhood. He seemed to take pleasure in hearing her moans and was taking his time, torturing her.
Katja squirmed as he brought her closer and closer to her release, desperate for friction that would ease the fire burning within her. Just as she was about to become completely undone, he stopped. "Pleased. Oh please Erik," she begged, her body quivering.
He moved to unbutton his pants, but she stopped him. "Wait," she whispered. The shock on his face was clear, but Katja realized Erik still had his mask on. The first time they had made love, Erik had kept it on. Katja hadn't thought much of it at the time because Erik always seemed to have it on, but now as she thought about it, the mask couldn't be too comfortable, especially with what they were doing. Ignoring his protests, she pulled the porcelain away from his face, this time determined to love all of him, and pressed a kiss to his deformed cheek. "Now."
After discarding his pants, Erik sheathed himself deep within her. Katja moaned shamelessly into Erik's mouth as they kissed. With urging from Katja, Erik began to increase their pace. That still not being enough, Katja wrapped her legs around his waist drawing him deeper than ever before. The two moved at a frantic pace, in a pleasure-induced world that only contained each other. Katja cried out as she clenched around him. Her orgasm triggered Erik's and she could feel his hot seed shoot into her.
Erik's head dropped into the crook of her neck and Katja could feel him gently kiss her there. She wrapped one of her arms around him and stroked his hair with her other hand as they panted. "I love you," she breathed.
"I love you too," he replied, brushing her sweaty hair from her forehead. As she drifted off to sleep in Erik's arms, Katja didn't think that life could get any more perfect than that moment.