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@Moonie !
Things were moving too fast,
she thought even the carriage was moving too fast, as her back and legs were aching while they jostled over every bump in the road. But it seemed her fate was sealed, and her father was even there himself to see it done, having left his poisonously angered wife, Melora, behind.
Though any other time she would have adored sharing the privacy of the carriage with her father- for she loved him dearly, in a much different way than she did her mother; but this journey, as long as it was, was a solemn one that had her gnawing internally. She had always dreamed of her wedding day, one full of sun and a charming husband. She supposed, had it been decades earlier...
Her husband would be at a more appropriate and sought after age... But she could not shake the feeling that it was all just so disbelievable! To think- the man she was to marry...
It was like marrying her own father! And tot hink of the wedding night....
She paled, her stomach dropping. It would be like bedding her father-a nd that was not a thought she had ever conceived! Her mind was in tangles as the castle appeared on the horizon, and soon her palms grew warm with anxious sweat.
"Aella.. you alright?"
Her father's words broke her from her thoughts as she turned to him. She opened her lips to speak- but what could she say?
"Don't be too nervous. We all knew this day would come... Just... don't be too angry with me, please." He reached out for her hand, and took it, gently squeezing it before continuing to say, "Your... mother is already madder than hell with me." Though he smiled sympathetically about it, it was brief. He moved a hand to brush her hair from her face.
"Aella..."
It looked as if she were about to cry. Perhaps she did, but the events moved far too quickly than she'dve like, and soon found herself being escorted into the very castle of Orchy.
Yes.. things were moving so fast that the moment she was announced and her husband to be came into view-
She fainted right into her father's arms.
All of Orchy was in a bit of an uproar. It had been a very, very long time since the duchy had actually had a Duchess. The people of Orchy had greatly mourned Micah's late wife, as she had been much beloved by the highborn and common folk alike. Now they were to have another. Some were unhappy with the imminent marriage, but most were celebrating. Lady Aella of Hellvion was known throughout all of Connlaoth as a beautiful and gentle noblewoman.
The only real whispers of dissent regarded her age, as she was young enough to have been a very, very good bride for Micah's heir, Gabriel (and a fair better one than Valia in most's opinion), and the rest of the dissent was that Aella was not of Orchy. Hardly a worthy argument for Micah to even take seriously.
Most Dukes and Lords ultimately married women from outside their own duchy. Marriage was a valuable tool for making political alliances. Thankfully most were not too foolish to realize how beneficial it would be to their Duke to marry the only daughter of Hellvion's Duke, regardless of her age. Not to mention he was still a man and Aella was young and beautiful, what man wouldn't be pleased with taking such a fine thing to his bed?
The whole duchy had been preparing for Aella's arrival for weeks, and the excited hum of activity had reached a near frenzy today, as it was finally time for the young lady to arrive. There was going to be a rather extravagant feast in celebration, and the entire castle had been decorated for a wedding. Everything was ready - all they needed now was the bride.
And what an entrance his bride made. As soon as Micah was announced and stepped into view the fragile girl fainted at the first sight of him. What did he feel? Annoyance, more than anything. The girl was spoiled and sheltered. If it wasn't so satisfying to hurt Melora so he'd never have chosen her for himself. Pretty as she was, he needed someone that had more fortitude. Still, the benefits outweighed the cons and he swallowed his disdain.
Micah stepped forward immediately, attendants also rushing forward to fuss over the fainted girl. "Is she alright? My poor Aella, someone get some smelling salts and water. Quickly you fools!"
Her father was more than embarrassed. It caused quite a spectacle and he tried to play it off with his excuse, "She has had quite the long journey. I think she is unwell. You know how the mountain passes do to a person. Let us take her inside. See? She's coming around. A drink and perhaps something to eat, if you'd please," and he gestured to Micah to let him play the host.
"Of course, of course." Micah accepted the excuse as gracefully as he could. The mountain passes indeed! More the girl was spoiled and frail because her mother was an overbearing cunt and hadn't prepared the girl - no, Aella was a grown woman - for life out from behind her damn skirts.
"Come dear, you're worrying everyone. Let's find you a fainting couch to rest on a few minutes. I know this must all be so overwhelming." Micah ushered them into a small side room with just such a couch. A servant appeared with a glass of water and another had produced a platter with some select cheeses, grapes, and crackers for their fainted lady.
Though groggy and appearing pale, Aella was gracious for the help, and for those around her, tried to remain stronger than when she had first arrived. Already, she knew, she was making a bad impression on her husband to be- but who could blame her? It tore at her so, and sat like a heavy brick within her chest. The part that hurt the most wasn't that she was going to marry nd he was certainly at her father's age, but that her parents okayed this, infact they chose this- (even though she was sure her mother was spitting acid at the idea).
She smiled up at Micah.
"I'm sorry you had to worry about me. I.. I shall not be so negligent a wife, I assure you. I will be sure to manage myself perfectly so I can be a good bride."
Though in earnest, it hurt her to say such words, and she found herself holding her breath soon afterward, her eyes scanning the area curiously, but groggily. It felt as if she were in a dream. She felt so disconnected to everything- she began to wonder if this was even real.
Micah didn't blame Aella half as much as he blamed Melora, or her father, for that matter. The man was such a sniveling coward, hardly a man if he couldn't control his own wife. Still, he kept his seething to himself as he smiled down gently at his bride.
"You have had quite a lot of shocks, my sweet Aella. Don't apologize. We only want you to feel better." Micah gestured for the water and the servant handed it to him, and he immediately offered it to her. "Here, try to take a few sips. It will help."
She took the water and nodded gently, sipping it slowly before having her fill.
"Thank you," she gave a more real smile towards the duke. "I am already feeling better. It is just I am so unused to such customs and I- well... I had always been anxious of marriage." She dropped her gaze, humbly. "I.. apologize for any inconveniences with that. Although I am new to this, I hope your wisdom on this matter will help me to become a well respected wife for you, and your family. And all of the duchy of Orchy."
"It is natural to be anxious of marriage." Micah said as he gently took one of her hands and smiled at her. That was true enough, but he really expected a young woman to handle it with a great deal more grace than fainting at just the thought. "Lady Aella, I know this is not the match you probably dreamed of, but I promise that I will be a good husband. You are going to be loved and cherished here in Orchy and you will want for nothing."
All true enough, although more loved and cherished by the people than himself. Oh, she was a pretty and sweet little thing, to be sure, and maybe Micah would find it in himself to become fond of her. If she was a good, obedient wife. Loving her would never happen. Micah had loved only one woman in his life and she was dead.
Although there was one other woman that had come close.
"Is there anything I can do to help put your mind at ease? Would you like a few minutes alone here with your father?" The delays were irritating, but Micah would do whatever it took to see this union done.
If for no other reason than to spite Melora.
Aella gave a gentle shake of her head.
"No, I fear I've wasted enough of your time. I'm feeling much better, but thank you for the offer, and your words are truly comforting. I could only expect as much from such a finely spoken of Duke."
"Alright, if you're sure. Just remember that you are about to become the Duchess of Orchy. Everyone here lives to serve you. We want to see you well taken care of and happy. You're going to be an inspiration for all the women of my lands." At least the girl had sense enough to put on a brave face, at least as much as he was putting on a caring one.
Micah stood up and offered his hand to his bride with the most charming smile that he could manage - which was quite charming. The Duke of Orchy was getting on in years, but he had been a very handsome man in his youth - an attractiveness that had aged fairly well. Older women would have considered him very handsome indeed. Truthfully many not-so-young women still found him quite worthy of some measure of admiration.
Sadly enough for him most of that admiration had turned to his two sons, both of which had become very good-looking men.
"Come then, Aella. Let us not keep the guest waiting any longer. After the ceremony there will be great feasting and dancing. I'm sure you will enjoy the party." Not that he cared if she did or didn't, as long as she pretended to enjoy it for the sake of those watching.
She knew all of these facts well, but no matter how many times she heard them- they just couldn't sink in. She had been raised in her mother's protective bubble all of her life, and most of the world was a glorified tale. Even her own dramas seemed minuscule to what reality was really like for those in Connlaoth- even in her status.
At his words, she nodded.
"Yes, I'm sure all our anxious for us to begin."
"They are, but I would have made them wait for you. I am pleased that you are handling this so gracefully. You are going to be a very fine Duchess." Gracefully was being generous, but Micah hoped the praise would encourage her to continue forward without further incident. He just wanted this thing to be over and done.
"Now if everything is in order and you're feeling up for it, I will go to the alter and await my beautiful bride." Micah took Aella's hand, bowing to place a light kiss upon it, and then turned and left, leaving Aella in the care of the servants that had been hovering attentively nearby.
It took all of her will power not to shift uncomfortably. She simply nodded and turned towards the servants, giving one glance to her father before she was taken to a proper room to prepare, where she found herself sweating and shaking beneath her wedding dress, and when the sounds of music began that they were ready to begin with the ceremony, she turned around to wretch into the closest bowl near her. And though asked if she was alright, she brushed it off, letting herself breath easy and slow to contain the surmounting feeling of helplessness and disgust, before swallowing it all down, forcing it into her churning gut and trying to pretend to be as cool and radiant as her mother.
It would take a lot of strength to get through this day, but this was the day she had been preparing for her entire life. Her mother had constantly reminded her of this purpose and as she left the room to take her father by the arm, she only spared him one last glance, but by her father's indifference, hope to be relinquished from this union was dashed-
And soon she and her father were walking down the aisle- all eyes on her.
With the problem "dealt" with, or as much as it could be, Micah made his way to the ceremony. Putting on a charming demeanor he reassured guests that everything would begin shortly. His young bride only needed to freshen herself from the journey and steady her nerves. Everyone knows how flighty young ladies were.
There were chuckles from guests and soon Micah found himself at the alter, waiting with as much face patience as he could muster. His sons were present and looking as regal as they should, as well as Evelyn. Although his daughter looked rather annoyed at the entire show.
Finally Aella and her father appeared. Micah plastered a fake smile on his face and steeled himself for a very unhappy day.
She felt as if she were swimming beneath the weight of their stares. There had been so many people, not that she had considered this wedding might be small, but she was too worried about other things she hadn't the time to mentally prepare herself for it all.
So she attempted to swallow it all down, let the figures in the crowd burn away into background noise and focus. She kept walking. She had to focus, focus on the walk ahead. And soon violet eyes raised and she peered up into the face of her husband to be. He was a man, well aged, and she supposed in his youth, he was probably quite handsome.
She felt her father's hold slacken, and she turned to him as her father moved, said somethnig- she didn't know what, but soon her arm was offered to the Duke- and as she looked at him, all she could feel and see, was the heavy beating of her heart.
At least the girl was on her own two feet. Micah didn't hesitate to gently take Aella by the arm and guide her to stand beside him. Thank God there was little else he needed from the fainty child as the priest began to recite a prayer before beginning the flowery wedding ceremony.
Honestly the whole thing was too lengthy and worded for him. Although the first time he had done this he remembered being quite giddy and over the moon.
The years had not been kind to him.
Still, he dutifully intoned his acceptance of his vows, then looked down expectantly at Aella as the priest turned to her and repeated the sentiment.
Everything fell to the sounds of heat that clogged her ears, and stifling thoughts that stole her memories. She must have said something, gone through the motions without thought- because there she was, being announced to the whole of Orchy, the whole of Hellvion and to all of Connlaoth as "Duchess Aella Coleridge."
She wanted to faint, btu something kept her in the now, if even as just a figure, mobile only to reactions and no thought.
Somehow they made it through that part, thank Ansgar.
Micah gently guided Aella by the arm back through the aisle and out to the great courtyard where a mighty feast had been set up. The guests followed them, all going to their tables as music began playing. He brought her out to the center of the longest table, where the two most ornate chairs were reserved for them.
He dipped his head down to whisper softly to her as he helped her into her seat. "Relax Aella, this is all just a formality. We do not have to entertain the guests for very long."
That said, he took his place beside her and immediately poured her a glass of strong wine, gently pressing it towards her. "Here, this will help with your nerves."
She wasn't much of a fan for wine, but drank a lot more so it had it's full effects on her, and then some. She was barely able to keep herself humbled, for the alcohol ate away enough at her nerves and was blossoming some sort of strange giddyness that even she wasn't sure where it had come from. It exhausted her to combat it when she tried, and at one point she found herself asking Micah sheepishly, "How long do Orchy wedding feasts last?" the day had been long already, and she wasn't as excited for the crowd as she would normally be. Being the bride at a most unhappily compromised wedding was not on the top list of her things she'd enjoy.
She wondered if it would be terrible of her to ask to be alone- if not for the whole evening, maybe just an hour in the study, for quiet, to collect herself. Being drunk was a strange new experience and though she felt... happy? (that thought, she still was unsure), she was still uncomfortable, and dizzy from the fact she was now a Coleridge and well... her husband...
was he older than her father?
She drank more wine. It was best not to think about it.
"Long enough, but we don't have to stay any longer." Micah had been watching Aella drinking and they really only had to be there for the appearance a short time. Everyone expected the newlyweds to go off and consummate the union. If he were a man twenty years younger he'd have been excited at the prospect of taking a luscious young bride to bed with him, but honestly it just made him feel old and tired thinking about it.
Bedding the girl was his duty. Nothing more.
He stood from his chair and the noise died down. "Lords and Ladies, honored guests, I think my bride and I will retire for the evening."
The announcement was met with whoops and hollers, but Micah simply took Aella by the hand and led her away firmly. He just hoped the girl had enough sense in her head not to make a fuss over it. somehow Micah doubted she was very good at holding her wine. "Your things were already moved into my rooms. You'll have to make yourself settled in the morning."
Aella went still, blushing at all the applause. Instinct had her moving smoothly at Micah's side, and it wasn't until the sounds of the festivities faded that she finally began to realize the next step involved. Her throat knotted, making it difficult to swallow as she felt a strangeness tingle all through her body. It wasn't just dread, but fear, anxiety all swallowed up in the bubbliness of alcohol. She nodded lamely at his words, not quite hearing them but catching them long after he spoke. It wasn't until she realized they were already heading down the hall to his private quarters that she began to really sweat, and her ears begant o burn while her feet grew cold.
Consummate.
She knew that was the next step.
And she wished she had drank more alcohol.
Micah wished the girl had drank more alcohol, he almost wished he'd let her alone for another hour or two at the party. If Aella had passed out from drunkenness it would have made things all that much easier for him.
She was a pretty girl, but she was younger than two of his four children, the same age as one, and barely older than the youngest.
Too bad it wasn't her mother. At least then hatred could have fueled him enough to fuck her. He'd only ever truly loved his wife, but Melora came pretty damn close in a twisted love-hate kind of way. The woman had always been far too vain and arrogant for him.
Just thinking about breaking that bitch was enough to stir his blood. Well, at least he could find some satisfaction in knowing just how pissed Melora was off in Hellvion.
He dragged Aella into their rooms and slammed the door behind him. Everything about the room was opulent and gilded in green, white, and gold. A room befitting a Duke, and now a Duchess as well. "There's a liquor cart if you need to steel your nerves some more, wife. If it helps, drink all you want. It won't be that bad, and I'll be quick about it. This is your duty. And mine."
Aella stood tense and timid by the door. She had no idea what to say nor how to react.
But this was her duty. She had been pampered her whole life and had a very unrealistic vision of how this would some day play out. She was suppose to love her husband, he was supposed to be handsome, her age, maybe a little older, and was someone she wanted to kiss.
She paused enough to catch a glimpse at Micah. She'd eventually need to see all of him, wouldn't she? Her ears heated at the idea.
"I.. I think I've drank enough." She smoothed her delicate hands down her skirts to wipe off the sweat collecting on her palms. Then she turned to the bed.
"I.. can't say I know everything I'm suppose to do." She lowered her eyes, staring down at the bedding through long lashes. Sure, she was innocent enough not to know the big picture, but she had accidently read about SOME of this stuff in her books and... thinking back to how a man was meant to writhe over a woman...
She began to envision Duke Coleridge doing the same and her cheeks went positively scarlet and well.. a little heat flushed between her legs. Because this was going to be real. And whether she'd like it or not, she'd have to give her virginity to him, right now. Out of duty. To honor him, and in a sense, honor herself.
But it felt so wrong. And she knew she had to undress... she turned from him.
"Should I call for the servants to help me undress?" Her dress was rather extravagant, and there were many series of corset laces keeping her in. She never considered Micah would just simply handle that.
"As it suits you." Micah said softly. He wished she had taken the offer. Well, he could lead a horse to water but couldn't make her drink.
It wasn't as if he was completely unfeeling. This was not an easy match for the girl. Undoubtedly she'd hoped for a much younger husband, at the very least. Micah was a great catch in his youth, every young lady in all of Connlaoth would have happily thrown themselves at him to become the Duchess of Orchy. Those days were long, long since gone.
"I would't expect you to know what to do." He'd have been pretty pissed if she did. It would have been a tremendous insult if her father'd given her away sullied by some other man.
When she asked about undressing he sighed and rolled his eyes. He strode over to her impatiently and began plucking at the laces to loosen them as he began unwrapping his bride from her finery. It was all a bother, he wished women's dresses could be a bit simpler.
"I know this isn't what you wanted, Aella, but I will take care of you here. Did your mother tell you at all what to expect? I know it can be...uncomfortable for a young woman the first time. I'm not going to purposely hurt you, though." He wouldn't on purpose, unless she got stupid about the whole thing. If she let him do it there wouldn't be an issue.
When the dress was loosened enough that she'd be able to get out of it Micah stepped back and began undressing himself. He still trained, so he wasn't a flabby old man, but he was far beyond his prime. "Take your dress off and go lay on the bed."
She was as rigid as a statue as she felt the man's strong hands tug at the laces of her dress. As it began to loosen, she was too scared to shield herself as the dress was falling loose. She was supposed to be naked for him anyway. Why hide it? Why hold off the inevitable?
At his command, she nodded, slowly letting her dress fall away into a pill upon the floor. It left her in her under clothing, whcih clung to the tiny curves of her body, which was trembling as she reached out to loosen the last layer of bindings. When that was open, she turned from him, still too embarrassed to just reveal herself to him and let the layer of under clothing drop.
Naked and cold, she shivered and numbly moved over to the bed, using every ounce of force within ehr being to remain proper in appearance and not afraid, even as her heart was hammering and her mind was racings. She took a seat, back still too Micah before finally she turned to look at him,a nd paused to stare at the man's form, a man's form; a naked man's form- for the first time in her life.
She wasn't sure what she had been expecting of Micah, but she had seen shirtless younger men and the fact he still had some muscles upon his grey haired chest made her body heat a little. But she kept her gaze up towards his face, though she couldn't keep eye contact with him. She was afraid to look down. Looking down meant she'd see, truly see waht he was to use on her and she wasn't sure, despite her situation, she was ready for it.
"Do you want me to lie down?" she asked quietly, knowing only that usually, from what she read, women tended to be on a bed and a man over top of them during these such unions. And...
She didn't want to think about what her mother had said, nor did she want to share it with him. She... hadn'tbeen kind in her words, and said a lot of things- like it would feel retched and painful and she shouldn't enjoy it.
But her mother had been jealous, upset and so Aella was only left with those shadowing hints of the truth.
Micah watched that supple young body reveal itself, once again ruefully wishing he were a man half his age so he could appreciate it properly. Well, it wasn't as if he was dead. There was pleasure to be had there, and she was his to use whether she liked it or not.
Impatient a man as he could be, he'd rather not completely traumatize his innocent young bride. It would be terrible if he had to hold her down anytime he needed to relieve himself in her body.
So he sat on the bed next to her, reaching a hand out to gently stroke small circles on her thigh. His green eyes devoured her greedily. Between his age and the demand on his time with the war, Micah rarely took the time to indulge in whores. Marrying the girl was convenient for that much. Mostly he wanted Hellvion bound to him in any way he could.
"Yes, you're going to lay down." He finally answered, squeezing her leg gently. "Relax Aella. It'll be worse if you're tense."
She still couldn't look at him. His touches made her shiver. She nodded.
"Would you like me to lay down now?" He wasn't forcing her, but she also didn't want to test his patience. He had been married and well, his kids.. some were even older than she.
"Yes, lay down and relax. Let me take care of my pretty, young bride." Micah tried to be soothing, he really did. This didn't have to be terrible for either of them. He wondered what the shivers really meant. If he was a young man he'd pridefully think they were from pleasure or anticipation.
He figured fear was more likely in this case.
She nodded before moving to ly on the bed. And once there, she stole a glance his way. She wished she hadn't. Because he was there and she.. she was too close to THIS all happening and despite her fear, or maybe even because of it, her body was heating, if only a little- but maybe the alcohol was to blame. Either way, her body reacting naturally to seeing a naked man could only work intheir favor. If she wasn't getting sexually aroused, it might very well turn into something painful for them both.
"I.. trust you'll be gentle." And her eyes met to his, peeking out behind her curtain of blonde hair.
"Of course, Aella. I don't want to hurt you." His hand smoothed up her thigh and over her hip, letting his hand glide over her stomach lightly. Aella had a nice body. The girl really was probably one of the fairest in all of Connlaoth. His hands moved up along her ribs to cup her breasts, thumbs stroking over the nipples as he explored his blushing bride. "You can close your eyes if you want, Aella."
Fuck, Micah didn't care if she imagined it was some other man, as long as it kept her complacent and no other man actually touched her.
He leaned down so that he could kiss her gently.
Aella was in a daze, watching as her husband first touched her body, hands smoothing up to her breasts. She shivered, the ends of her small, pink nipples becoming hard as her skin bumped over. His hands were warm,and rough, a stark contrast to the soft, delicate and untouched skin of Aella.
It was awkward, what this situation was awakening and when he said and could close her eyes she did so, keeping them shut tight. Then his lips,met to hers gently, and it illicited all sorts of strange feelings that made her shiver again.
When she didn't resist, Micah became a little more firm in the kiss, his fingers teasing and toying with her hardened nipples for a few moments before sliding back down her body. He shifted his position when his hands got to her thighs again and tried to gently pry them apart as his mouth lifted from hers.
"Spread your legs. I'm going to make you ready for me." Micah's voice was low and husky, despite his mental complaints of being old and tired, well, having a fresh young woman did wonders to make a man feel rejuvenated.
Spread her legs? Why did she need to do that? She felt even more awkward and vulnerable, especially now with Micah over top of her and his breath tickling at her skin. She shivered, but nodded, not once opening her eyes as she obeyed.
It did make things easier. The situation was too far over the top for her that as she desperately searched for something, anything that would make getting bedded by Micah all the easier. And her mind went to Laighean, the trouble maker from earlier..
Her first kiss, and until now, really her only kiss.
But he had, ina sense, only been just a ghost- some spirit from the past only temporarily in her world. Maybe... she could consider his spirit there,a nd that the man overtop of her wasn't Micah Coleridge, mighty ruler of Orchy, but Laighean, her first real 'love' that never had been.
Imaging Laighean without any clothing on and kissing her seemed to do the trick, as she felt a heat grow from between her legs and pooled in an eagerness within her belly.
Micah hadn't expected Aella to respond to him so well as he slid down between her legs. He'd been prepared for the girl to wail and cry about not wanting to do this. Instead he found her sex hot and already beginning to become slick as he bent his head down to taste his new wife.
It wasn't really passionate at all, more mechanical as his tongue slid between her folds and began running along her sex, flicking at her little bud of nerves and dipping slightly into her entrance.
For some reason, she hadn't considered his tongue would be the first thing to enter her, and her entire body tensed up, including the walls of her sex, which surely his tongue that was full of her would feel. Instinctively the tender muscle pulsated around his attentions as she squirmed, whimpering softly, but trying to hold back too much of any sort of noise. But her breathing was erratic. She wans't sure if she should be panting or what. But his tongue was strong as it moved through her heat and she moved a little, hands gripping into the bed sheets as she bit into her lower lip.
Micah smoothed a hand along her lower stomach as she whimpered, tongue working against her, dipping into her and then withdrawing to lavish over her clit slowly for a few times before gliding back into her. All he cared enough to do was get her hot and slick to ease the rest of the process, and once he felt she was wet enough, he pulled his head back and crawled up between her legs until his hips rested flush with hers.
"Now this is the part where it gets uncomfortable, Aella. I promise to be gentle, but I can't promise it won't hurt a little. Grip the sheets tight if you need to, and don't worry about making a little noise." He really didn't wait for her to agree. Instead he reached between them to line himself up, then slowly sank the length of him in until he was fully sheathed, pushing past her maidenhead unceremoniously.
No matter how much he tried, or even she tried to prepare herself, she wasn't ready. When his tongue moved out of her she felt cold and strange, and when he pressed himself upon her, she felt awkward and vulnerable. She could feel his member, something she couldn't describe if she wanted to, but it just being there sent her unharnessed hormones off the chart.
The second their bodies were aligned her sex kept moving, moist and hot and budding with the unkonwn. then he pushed, and she winced, her lips falling open as she gasped and felt tears prick at her eyes. It burned as he shoved into her, which was a whole other sensation all together as something long, smooth and snake like, completely filled her womanhood to a point she could never have imagined.
So this, she gawked, was what it was like ot have a man inside you? Instincts had her sex pulsating rapidly as her muscled adjusted to the new sensation and stretching of itself. Each time her sex moved, it was like it was tasting something, tasting him, tasting a man, sex, for the first time. And she couldn't stop it. her body wanted to explore this sudden trespassing sensation in her body until part of her couldn't help it as she adjusted herself so he could, in a sense, actually slip into her just a bit more.
And her breathing was irradict now, still unsure if she should be panting or if that was not lady like of her to do while being consummated by her husband. But her cheeks were certainly as flush as the rest of her body, and though she shouldn't have done it, she found herself opening her eyes to realize just how close Micah was to her-
And it made her feel small, dominated even, which, in a strange way, made her heat rise as her sex nursed again on his member that was inserted inside her and she, so tight around it- no doubt it was heaven for the man while she? She was still frantically tryign to mentally grasp around that THIS, THIS was how a man took a woman. And now what? Was that it? He went into her and now she was.. was she pregnant now? Her violet eyes must've been so wide and glowing with question. But no words came from her lips as her sex suddenly clung to his member as her muscles were still trying to figure this all out.
Heaven.
That's the only word to really describe the feeling of being buried balls deep in a hot, young woman. Micah groaned as her sex pulsed around him, tasting him, adjusting to the new sensation of being used for its rightful purpose for the first time. Honestly it was almost too much for him to take.
So he remained still, letting her get used to having her sex invaded and filled, and allowing himself to not overstimulate himself. Not that it needed to be an impassioned act of love that took a long time, but he'd rather not finish on the first damn thrust. Even if she didn't know what the hell she was doing, if she told anyone it would be pretty damn embarrassing.
He looked down into her wide, questioning eyes and leaned down to give her a soft, nibbling kiss. It wouldn't be so bad, having a pretty, sweet, obedient young wife. All he had to do was take care of her enough that she didn't hate him. "Just relax and let your body do what it already knows how to do. Your mind will just get in the way."
Feeling more in control, Micah hooked a hand on a thigh and pulled her leg up a little further so that he could sink deeper, his body hovering over hers as he began to roll his hips, taking great pains to be slow and gentle with his movements while she grew accustomed.
Each movement was strange. She felt the swell of him inside her pull away, but then back in again he pushed. She winced. It hurt, each movement did, like a strange burn inside her. She didn't know how to explain it, nor even what she ought to do, so she remained tense and just let the muscles of her sex react as his sex moved within her confining folds.
Being so untouched, she'd be like hot velvet to him, and tight, tighter than a glove. And even though each movement did hurt and felt so strange to Aella..
Part of it was, oddly enjoyable. Her breathing now was shallow as her cheeks held their hot pink color. And as he continued to move, part of her feared she might pee herself because the action was so unfamiliar, the sensations brewing so strange that it took a dozen or so indulgent thrusts from her husband for her to finally begin to relax. And her body, naturally began to adapt, softening somewhat as pleasure was beginning to outweigh the pain.
It was still jarring, however, as she needed to close her eyes, still unsure what she ought to be doing and still unable to control how her sex spasmed all around Micah as he moved to fill her with his swollen girth, then pulled out. It was rhythmic and put her into a curious trance that, unlike what she considered before, she actually began to crow curious of what more was to come.
Was this it? He would just move and kiss her? She dind't know if she ought to kiss back, or wanted to, but agian, there was that strange fear she might pee herself because well..
Her sex was so wet and slick she could safely say she might never have been so wet before in all her life. But Micah knew what he was doing. He had had a wife before.
She swallowed this thick knot in her throat and simply held onto Micah, not knowing what else to do other than that, all the while her sex still moved and writhed to figure this all out. She hadn't, for the life of her just yet, realized hse could move her own body in tune to Micah's. Then again,s he was scared witless so the result was her simply letting her sex move and do it's own natural replies to Micah taking her slowly, again and again until finally little noises began to bubble up that made her blush deepen.
It was tense and awkward, to say the least, but Micah hardly cared. Her body felt amazing as it squeezed and spasmed so tightly around his length. Honestly pushing through the uncomfortable part was, to him, the best way to go about it, but he was a man that held the belief that while pleasurable, sex was primarily for reproduction.
Given his dalliance with prostitutes, and the bastard one had born him, slightly hypocritical of him.
Finally Aella began to relax, her sex while still deliciously tight, seemed to accept his thrusts more easily. Then there were the noises. His breath came out in soft pants as he worked into her with a steady rhythm. "You don't have to hold back. Let those sounds out, they're good sounds, Aella. If your body wants to move, move. It'll feel better."
His reassurance had the opposite effect. The noises made her embarrassed they had been noticed and she was too scared to move. The feeling was still so strange and foreign and with him moving, it illicit-ed so many responses and sensations from her body she had no idea how to react, except to close her eyes. He told her to close her eyes if it'd help.
Maybe it'd help.
Maybe it'd help.
Please Ansgar, maybe it'd help.
Well that didn't go at all to plan, did it?
The terror was almost palpable and Micah sighed in a soft of frustration. He'd hope that this would go at least a little better, but it hadn't been as bad as he'd feared. Enough of torturing the poor girl, he supposed.
Micah switched gears completely, instead of trying to help her through it, he just wanted to get it over with, so thrust hard and quick to completion, spilling his seed inside her and pulling out so he could roll away from her. She'd either come around quickly enough or would have to learn to grin and bear it when he needed her to.
"There, your wifely duties are done for the night." He sighed heavily, getting up from the bed to check on the fire. "Go to bed, Aella. It's been a long day."
His thrusting intensed and she could feel something from his body slapping against her as he rammed his way all the way inside. The speed hurt, and she grit her teeth a little, and her body was just starting to come around to it, starting to get at least a little bit of pleasure before...
She gasped when he came and sat there after he rolled away, cringing as something strange seeped out between her legs and dribbled onto the bed sheets.
His discarded shirt served as a handy rag, Micah picked it up and wiped himself clean before glancing over at his obviously still dazed bride and sighed again as he walked back towards the bed, offering her an unused portion of shirt.
"I'm sorry it wasn't as nice as I hoped it would be. Here, wipe yourself off. My seed is sticky and will feel unpleasant if it dries on you." He hesitated, having planned on offering a bath in the morning, but unsure if she might prefer to go ahead and have one now. "Would you...like me to call for the servants to draw you a bath?"
She felt so awkward.. so dirty.. so... she couldn't even think of the types of words to describe it. She couldn't talk, however, and nodded quickly at his suggestion. Yes, a bath. Hopefully that would make her feel.... normal, if not clean, after all that.
"Alright." Micah actually moved to cover Aella with a blanket, so she wouldn't be exposed when the servants came in. He doubted very much she'd like being seen in her current state. As for him, he didn't even bother stopping to put on pants before going to the main doors and knocking softly on them.
"The new Duchess would like a hot bath, see to it." His voice was a little gruff as he gave the order, then he moved to the bed and slid under the covers unhurriedly as maids appeared, scrambling to obey quickly.
There was a separate room with the large copper tub, and in no time they'd filled and heated the water nicely. Most left but one approached the bed with a silky white robe, holding it out so that Aella could slip easily into it for the short trip from bed to the bath in the next room. The girl was young, but seemed confident and competent. "Your bath is ready, your grace. Will you require attendance? I would be happy to wash your back for you."
Micah would certainly be of no help, as he seemed to already be dozing softly.
Aella felt so overwhelmed and small. She also felt... changed, odd and... wronged in some way. But another feeling all together became her as she stood from the bed and let the robes come around her, for hse gasped and doubled over, crossing her legs as she felt something strange, like urine, dribbling down her legs. Her entire face blushed. What.. had she just... What happened!? What was this trickling down her leg!?
The serving girl's eyes widened as Aella doubled up, then her expression turned sympathetic as she realized what was wrong. "That's normal, your grace. It's just your husband's seed, and probably a little of your virgin blood. Come, let's get you into the tub, you'll feel much better once you're cleaned up."
She tried to usher Aella quickly into the bathing chamber. "My name is Constance Greene. Duke Coleridge said I was to be your personal attendant. I will be happy to serve you in any way that you require, your grace."
This was normal? Well that was a relief. Even still, as she walked, she felt strange and tried to keep her legs as close together as she could.
"Thank you," she told Constance, taking in her features so as to remember her. She was kind. That was reassuring, at least.
Once in the bathing room, Aella wasted no time into getting in her bath. And it couldn't be more correct to describe how much better she was already feeling with a good, nice soak in hot, soapy water.
Constance was a fairly typical looking young woman, pretty, but not extraordinary with her braided blonde hair, light blue eyes, and soft, curvy body.
The girl was also well-trained, because she helped Aella into the tub, then arranged all kinds of wonderfully scented soaps and bath oils for her mistress to choose from. Towels were hanging by a fire to warm them for when Aella was finished with her soaking.
She made herself available and helpful when necessary, and backed off to give Aella space and peace when she was not needed.
Despite all of the accommodations, Aella felt most uncomfortable- and she wasn't good at hiding it. And though she let the other woman wash her, as was expected, she couldn't help but re-imagine all that had just taken place. An old man, older, or at least the same age as her very own father, just had taken her to bed, deflowered her and just fed her his seed.
She closed her legs withint he water and grimaced a little as her sex was still raw and moist and leaking what Micah had left her.
Part of her wished she could stay in the bath forever, but another part of her felt ashamed to be there. She'd have to return to her husband's bed again anyway. She just wished this wetness between her legs would go away. It was so terrible awkward feeling and part of her hated that,d espite feeling tender, she still felt a little turned on by the experience- after all, she hadn't quite gotten a chance to indulge in whatever it was Micah had been eliciting from her.
Sex, she decided, even though it hurt, might be something she could at least try to enjoy when Micah would take her again. But even that, she was unsure. SHe still felt so uncertain, and unknowingly, unsatisfied, and moved about awkwardly in the bath.
"Is.. is there some way.. way to clean between my legs that would... Help with.. with what my husband left me?"
She had no idea what to call it and felt ashamed for asking.
"Help with it?" The main asked with a confused tilt of her head. "Your grace, soap and water is sufficient to clean your husband's seed from your body. Unless...did you mean something else?"
Constance didn't know Aella, and wasn't sure if there might be more to the question!
Aella flushed and lowered her head. She was quick to shake her head.
"N-no.. That.. that's what I meant." she felt so ashamed. Was she supposed to wash it away? If it was from her husband? She winced at the idea. What a nightmare. What a life.
She wanted nothing more than to sink away int he bath and forget this all happened. But whether she was in bed with her husband, or in the bath trying to recover, she was feeling no reprieve. And though tired from the day, she wasn't sure she could sleep, as she had dried up and was wrapped in a clean robe. It smelled nice. Different, but nice. She assumed this was just the way things smelled in Orchy. Like apple blossoms.
She had been left to return to her bed, but lay there, unable to sleep, wondering what the next day would bring- and if she'd have to.. do what she did last night with her husband, ever again. It was her duty, after all. But she just felt so....
Off. It felt so.. wrong.
She closed her eyes and just wished for sleep.