Naked. She was naked. The way the blanket fell on her felt wrong. She felt exposed. She never went to bed naked. What had happened?
A heavy weight around her and a hand cupping a breast squeezed gently when she stirred. It sent tingles down her spine.
What?
Stacey stiffened.
Who was she in bed with?
Then she felt her sore limbs and body. Especially that area down there and she guessed what might have happened.
Suddenly it was hard to breathe. She didn't want to acknowledge what she knew must have happened. How had it happened? Why had it happened?
She knew it would happen sooner or later on that appointed day that Thieren had told her they would do it, but she hadn't been prepared. She hadn't been ready. Had that day come already while she hadn't been aware and had been lost in her confusion?
The hand on her breast squeezed again and Stacey involuntarily let out a moan. Damn. Why did it feel so good?
"Oh? Are you tempting me again?"
Thieren. That was Thieren's voice. At least it wasn't with some other guy or some beastman. At least Thieren was her husband.
Kisses went from her ear and neck, down her back, while the hand on her breast continued to play. Stacey shuddered, arching and moaning. Before she knew it, she was rubbing up against him with her hips. She could feel something growing and unfurling to poke her hard in the lower back. It shifted until her backside was rubbing against it and it slipped between her butt crack.
She went stiff again for a moment.
What was she doing? This wasn't her. She didn't - oh.
He moved in such a way he brushed against her sensitive area, making her feel for a moment like she was melting into his arms. His lips returned to her ear and neck, making her shiver continuously while his other hand wrapped around to capture her other breast.
Stacey felt like she was losing her mind. Like she was going to lose touch with reality again, but honestly, this felt so good. Why had she refused to give in so much earlier?
"My wife is already ready for me," a hoarse voice whispered in her ear. "She must love and want me so much. Tell me, wife, how much do you want this?"
Stacey heard herself replying with such embarrassing words that she wanted to hide herself. She wanted to stop herself, but seemed to have lost the ability to control herself. Instead, she moved against him even more passionately, taking the initiative to tilt her pelvis in a way where he could find the entrance. It was as if she had already done this many times before.
A flash image of rutting animals and a movie flitted through her mind and Stacey's eyes glazed over.
"Good girl."
Hot breath hit her ear, making her shiver again.
And then they were moving.
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Stacey felt herself being carried to the bathroom. She was too weak and tired to protest, too worn out to make a noise. She could barely open her eyes. She felt herself being lowered into a heated bathtub, where Thieren was able to take advantage of her when he washed her clean.
She heard the sound of people's voices and footsteps outside the bathroom but couldn't be bothered wondering what was going on out there, or why there might be so many people. Honestly, she wanted to just go back to sleep.
Thieren's face was full of satisfaction and joy, as if he was taking a certain perverse pleasure at seeing her so exhausted. As if he had recharged his batteries, while wearing hers out. It wasn't fair. He had made her do a lot of the exercise and activity, saying she should do it herself in case she blamed him for taking advantage of her.
She really couldn't blame him now. She had lost consciousness a few times, but she remembered the majority of what had happened and it made her feel extremely ashamed and embarrassed. That hadn't been her. Stacey had no idea what had come over her that she should behave in such shamefully wanton ways.
Although once had been enough, with his teasing and cajoling, they had actually ended up doing it a few times. Now she was all sore and swollen down there. Just moving her legs hurt a lot.
"Come on out of the bathtub," Thieren coaxed, lifting her out before she could move herself. He sat her on his lap to towel her dry and then applied an ointment for her. The burning pain and swelling eased after the cooling medicine had been rubbed on.
Stacey felt herself being tilted and turned over so that he could rub some onto her slightly inflamed bottom too. He had spanked her a lot when she had refused to do what he had wanted. It kind of hurt to sit.
This ointment was pretty good. It soothed everything.
"See if you can stand up and walk now," Thieren said, standing and lifting her onto her feet at the same time. "Let me help you get dressed into traditional clothes. After the consummation, the husband and wife must help each other to get dressed."
The moment Stacey put weight through her feet and tried to take a step, she nearly fell down. Her legs had gone weak and soft. Her back ached.
Thieren caught her and carried her out of the bathroom into the bedroom.
"I'm sorry," he told her. "I was too hard on you for your first time, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself so much that I let you have your way a few more times. Next time, I'll stop you after one or two rounds, ok?"
Stacey covered her face in embarrassment. He was putting the blame on her? She wasn't the one who had wanted to do a few more rounds, ok? He had insisted and made her be very vocal about it to the point she had lost her voice. Her throat was so sore at the moment.
While she covered her face, she obediently did what Thieren asked. She stood still, lifted her arms or legs with his help while he wrapped her in so many pieces of material, tugging them so tight that she could barely breathe or move. There was no underwear or bra, but she had no voice to ask and he pretended that he didn't understand her gestures.
He sat her on a chair in front of the dressing table where he blow dried her hair. Then he carefully and painstakingly tied all her hair up, twisting it into a bun and pinning it in place with all sorts of hair pins and clips. Finally, a headdress with a trailing scarf was pinned into place. When Stacey tilted her head, at first pins slid out of place and things popped out. After adjusting and readjusting, everything was so tightly in place that nothing happened even when she shook her head.
"You sit here and wait, while I clean up," Thieren told her.
He entered the bathroom and Stacey heard the shower. Glancing at the digital calendar clock on the wall showing the day's list of events or things to do in English, Stacey's eyes widened a little.
'Today:
1. Public walk as husband and wife in the afternoon.
2. Reception dinner at Imperial Blue Jade Restaurant.
3. Report and signing of marriage consummation to the Human Reproduction Department.'