Back in her wedding chamber, Iris smiled and waited for her husband to come near, to fulfil his promise he gave her with just one kiss that night in the garden. But the touch she was waiting for wasn't coming and Benjamin stood in front of the door looking triumphantly at her. This made her smile even brighter thinking they shared the same thoughts and, approaching him to touch his face, he flinched as if he just realized what was about to happen. Iris retracted her hand immediately, scared that her expectations were maybe wrong.
"Would you like some wine?" Benjamin asked her, heading to the table where a bottle of wine and two glasses were prepared.
"Wine?"
"Would you like some?"
Iris couldn't understand why he wanted to drink all of a sudden while she was impatient to begin. Her stomach twisted, pushing her to the limit, wanting to feel the same warmth she felt that day in the garden. A thought crossed her mind that maybe her husband was truly inexperienced, contrary to all the rumors, and shy even. So maybe he had to drink something strong for him to find courage.
"Yes, please," she finally answered.
After tasting the sweetness of the wine she felt another kind of warmth flowing through her body. The type that she was used to, ever since her coming of age party when she first tasted alcohol. After that she changed the tea to a glass of wine when she went outside on her balcony for her usual moon gazing.
When she started to drink tea outside on cloudless nights to watch the moon, Iris did not remember. Maybe it was after her mother fell sick and died of the disease they both had when Iris was only 9 years old. Maybe it was even before that, as she had a faint memory of her mother singing to her old songs about her ancestors on such nights. Songs about the valiance of the last wizard king who rescued his loved one from the claws of the devils before calling the help of the people from Sacia who crossed the Scarus mountains to push the monsters outside of the country that later was named Thrakia.
The moon was upon mother and daughter then also and its subtle light always felt smooth on Iris' skin while a strange energy filled her body in a pleasant way. She liked the peaceful time she spent on her balcony, when only the winds could be heard and the coldness of her father, that only grew each day after his wife's death, was no longer following her every step.
Although the sensation from the wine was good, it wasn't what she wanted that night, but she didn't want to hurry. They had, after all, the whole night together. And Benjamin wasn't rushing it at all. After the first glass, he drank two more, but it didn't seem to have any effect on him. Only after the bottle was empty, he stood up and approached Iris, offering his hand which she gladly accepted.
"It's time to fulfil our marital duties," he suddenly said, with a rather serious look on his face. This made his wife conclude that he really wasn't experienced with girls and wonder why people would lie about such things. She smiled again.
"It is. I lov …"
She didn't manage to complete the sentence because his mouth was crushing hers, his tongue slipping through her partly opened lips. His hands lifted her from the seat near the table and carried her to the bed where she was gently laid. Their lips departed and she struggled to breath. His kisses moved from her lips to her neck and her collarbone, while his right hand caressed her shoulder right above her dress.
In a shorter time than she thought possible, he drew her dress down to reveal her ample bosom and he didn't wait a second before sinking into her breast. The nibble and kisses sent shocks down her spine and she could only arch her back to give him more access. Her arms were holding him like a saving line, but his were everywhere. In her hair, groping one breast, caressing her back, pulling and moulding her body to his will.
His hand moved on her leg and began to raise the hem of the dress to her thighs. He took her dress off and looked at her hungrily, like a lion at its prey. A cold breeze came over her body, but it was only invigorating as their bodies grew only hotter. Her light brown long wavy hair came down to her round breasts and his eyes went lower towards her flat stomach and even lower to a place no man had seen before.
Many wanted her hand and she received more than a dozen proposals which were answered with refusal. So she knew that she was desired and not only for her father's money, but for her figure as well. She also knew of the idencency of showing your body like that and thought for less than a second that she should cover herself, pull the sheets over her nakedness. But she didn't. Instead she gazed with passion into his observing eyes.
Like a thunder, his lips came down on hers, while his curious fingers started caressing her thigh, going up until it reached her most secret place. She felt a finger gliding in and gasped, not daring to move even slightly. She couldn't believe the intimacy of all of it and felt embarrassed at the sounds they were making. Just as she adjusted to his ministrations, another finger went in, moving in and out, until Iris couldn't hold it anymore and moaned loudly.
"Oh, oh...." A small smirk formed on her husband's face before he took his fingers out and she opened her eyes, wondering why he stopped.
"This is just the beginning," he whispered in her ear before biting it playfully and kissing her mouth again.
Soon his clothes were on the floor and he climbed on top of her, starting kissing her even harder, his tongue checking every corner of her mouth. She felt she was losing control and finally let her body loose. He stopped the kiss to look at her, observing her every expression, while he entered her slowly. At that moment she felt like the air in her lungs disappeared and her body hardened with pain.
"Ah!" She exclaimed, her face showing her shock.
"Just for a moment and it will get better. Just bear with it for a moment, I promise it will get better", he whispered and she waited quietly.
It felt like time stopped and inch by inch he entered her slowly until he was embedded to the hilt and started moving. And exactly as he said, after a few pushes, the pain faded away and her body began to feel warm again. Iris felt him deeply inside her and hugged his strong, steel-like arms, sinking her nails into his skin. Their breath was fast and hot and Benjamin moved his hips faster and faster bringing her to new heights.
"Oh… Benjamin," she moaned, while he thrusted only a few more times before convulsing and crashing on her.
Their heavy breaths were the only sound in the room, Iris still clutching to her husband, amazed at what just happened. Something warm went down her thighs, but she was too tired to check it and wipe it up. Benjamin rolled over.
"Did it hurt?" he asked, examining her face.
"No", she lied, but felt that the truth might be better, "only a little in the beginning. Will it always be like this?"
He smiled at her innocence. "It will only get better", he responded and kissed her one last time before going to sleep.
It was done. Now nobody could come between them. Their marriage was sealed and, in the morning, a priest would come to announce it. After that she would go and live with her husband, happily for the rest of their lives. And maybe, just maybe, this might lead to a child. Her eyes wandered outside the window into the early autumn night at the sad moon, covered by a veil of clouds. 'A child would be nice', she thought before falling asleep exhausted, but feeling blissful.