"Well little dragon it looks like neither of us has any choice, now does
it?" asked Hugh, his face seemingly wistful and angry at the same
time.
She did not reply, not knowing if anything she would say would be
meaningful, but she knew that the condescending title of 'little
dragon' she did not like.
"Fine, sit up on the bed there then, lets get this over with" Hugh
sighed as he began to unbutton his coat, shrugging out of it, placing
it across the back of a chair, then unlacing his black silk shirt and
pulling it off over his head. His torso was sculpted and hard looking,
and she felt a heat blush at her cheeks, and she looked away
involuntarily, embarrassed.
She heard rather than saw Hugh finish disrobing, she bowed her
head to look at her hands, laying in her lap as she sat on the side of
the bed, her legs pressed together and her feet dangling over the
side and not touching the floor.
Hugh knelt on the thick rug at the side of the bed, his large,
calloused hands running over her thighs and then up to rub her
arms, she turned her head away, letting her hair fall in a curtain
between them. Hugh moved his arms up and over her shoulders,
embracing her and pulling her close into a hug, her face tight against
his chest, the unfamiliar smell of him strangely pleasant.
He moved his arms up to start rubbing and caressing her head and
running his hands through her hair, before his hands encircled her
jaw and upper neck, tilting her head up to look at him, he kissed her
forehead, three times with the lightest of touches of his lips, before
her lowered his head to kiss her lips. Even if she had wanted to turn
away she could not, held fast as her head was in his large, powerful
hands.
His lips touched hers, nibbling slightly, moving, kissing at the corners
of her mouth, dragging across her lower lip, pressing harder, more
insistent, until without knowing why she opened her mouth to his,
feeling his tongue snake into her mouth.
An involuntary moan escaped her, and a strangely satisfying
shudder passed through her as Hugh's hands left her face and
roamed over her sides and flanks, sending shivers darting through
her flesh. Unconsciously she raised her arms and wrapped them
around Hugh, one arm under his and the other thrown over his
shoulder, feeling the hardness of the muscles under his skin, liking
the sensations this sent up her arms.
In her mouth her and Hugh's tongues clashed and twinned, fighting
for domination, moans escaping each of their mouths as the kiss
heated and deepened, Hugh's hands becoming bolder and more
insistent as they explored her body. One hand roamed over her
lower back and her bum, kneading and squeezing, the other
explored her front, teasing and gently plying at her teats, rubbing
thumbs over nipples suddenly gone exquisitely sensitive.
For a long time they remained thus, kissing and Hugh's hands
roaming her body, until he moved his hands to tug up her night shift,
and she did not offer any resistance to this, watching Hugh's face as
she was revealed to him, seeing him lower his head to take a nipple
in his mouth, a hiss of pleasure escaping her mouth as his lips and
tongue kissed and lapped at the sensitive bud atop her teat.
She let her mouth loll open in a sigh of pleasure and draped a hand
over Hugh's head as waves of pleasure radiated out from where his
lips and tongue were working on her flesh. He worked each breast in
turn, moving back and forth, back and forth, as a heavy, languid heat
built in her lower belly, unfamiliar, and strange, but exciting and
relaxing at the same time.
For a long time, they remained like this, Hugh alternating between
her teats and her lips, his hands caressing her body, until his hands
moved lower and between her legs, prying them apart without any
resistance from her.
He bade her lay back on the bed with his hands, then held her legs
open, gazing at her most intimate parts with something strange and
fierce in his eyes, before he lowered his head between her legs, a
tiny gasp of surprise emanating from her mouth as his lips touched
her down there.
More gasps of surprise came unbidden from her mouth as Hugh
kissed and licked at her, gently tugging and lapping at her folds, wet
heat overwhelming her with sensations never before felt. She arched
her back unconsciously, a wordless groan gasping in her throat, her
body feeling like it was not hers to command anymore.
A hand of hers moved, to grasp at Hugh's head, to grip his hair, as
she moaned his name, not knowing why she did either as something
inside her seemed to rush from nowhere and burst like a melon
dropped from a height, smashing everything away in a pure wave of
bliss.
Her body tightened up like it was a drawstring, everything wanting to
bunch up before it released with a rush, and she saw stars dancing
before her eyes, heard her own panting, labored breath rushing in
and out of her mouth.
Hugh removed his head from between her legs and pushed her back
across the bed, climbing up onto the bed with her, kneeling between
her legs, something thick and hard brushed against her opening.
Hugh nudged her legs open further and lifted her legs up, bending
them at the knee until her knees were near tucked up under her
shoulders.
A sharp, tearing pain caught her off guard, hot agony searing her
opening and just inside it, a harsh cry escaping her lips, her hands
instantly going to Hugh's hips to push him back, to push him out of
her.
But he ignored her whimpers and cries, remaining lodged inside her,
the half glimpsed, half remembered size of his manhood she had
seen as they had kissed and fondled now obvious to her what it was
for and the pain it was causing.
Shifting his position Hugh loomed over her, her legs splayed and
open as he pushed himself deeper inside of her, pain searing her,
red hot and terrible, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Deeper
Hugh pushed into her, until he scraped at something inside her that
caused he to near jump in pain, so sudden and uncomfortable it was.
Thankfully Hugh withdrew at this, but not fully and he reversed his
direction to once again sink into her, drawing a pained cry from her
mouth as he once again touched something sensitive inside her.
Back and forth, back and forth Hugh thrust, slowly but relentlessly,
her hands at his thighs ineffectual in trying to push him back, each
thrust a lance of hot pain that ended in a stab of agony as Hugh's
manhood bumped into something inside her.
On and on it went, she began to lose track of time, the pain of this
invasion of her body seeming to lessen and fade, but not totally, until
Hugh suddenly sped up his thrusts, grunting and ignoring her cries of
alarm and discomfort. Then he stopped thrusting, shoving himself as
deeply as he could inside her, causing her to almost faint with the
sudden pain and Hugh grunted out a strangled cry, a strange liquid
warmth spreading inside her.
He lay there for a few seconds, panting before he slowly pulled away
from her, the invasion of his flesh into hers retreating, leaving in its
wake a raw, stinging ache, she looked down to see Hugh's huge
pillar slip out of her, bloody and smeared with fluids. No wonder it
had been sore, something so big could surely not fit inside her, and
was this what the bedding was supposed to be?
Well thankfully it was over, but then she quailed, this, this was
supposed to happen many times during a marriage, was it not? Was,
was this not how babies were made….and, and no wonder nobody
was willing to tell her about this, for it was, it was horrible! No girl
would ever willing get married if she knew this was what awaited her,
no, none would!
Hugh got up and strode over to a sideboard upon which were two
copper bowls, with candles lit beneath them. He took a towel and
dipped it into the heated water, before turning and seemingly
unconcerned about his nakedness walked back to the bed.
"To, to clean you off little dragon" he said, his voice low and kind
sounding. Hah! 'kind sounding', and had he not been violating her a
minute ago, grunting and thrusting into her without a care to her
pain?
When she did not reply he went ahead anyway, gently washing her
thighs and between her legs, cleaning away the blood, mucus and
fluids that stained her flesh as the evidence of her deflowering. He
was gentle, at least she would give him that, treating her flesh as if it
was made of porcelain, and taking another fresh towel to softly dry
her after he had cleaned her.
When he was finished he picked up her discarded night gown and
handed it to her, turning away to use the other bowl to wash himself,
or at least his member, which was no longer rampant, but still
disgustingly large and pendulous, with a revolting looking set of
overlarge stones dangling behind his pillar.
She gathered her wits about her and scuttled under the covers as
Hugh strode to the bed, instead of getting in he walked to the one of
the windows and pulled back the heavy curtain, looking out into the
darkness.
"Its snowing" he said, maybe to her, maybe to himself, she did not
know, or really care at this moment.
After staring off into the darkness for a few moments Hugh slid into
the bed beside her, she had already turned away and had deepened
her breathing to pretend to be asleep.
She heard a little sigh escape Hugh's lips but she ignored it, eyes
tightly shut and willing herself to sleep.