Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Jagerjaques:
Another story! Thanks, they are always amazing! :)
dangermouse:
This is a really good story, only just found it, and its great!
Stelio Kontos:
Great story!
The only flaw I saw in it was a minor one.Did they have phones back in 1100 A.D?
Mandie:
Oh yeah! Didn't you know?
Mandie:
WARNING: Contains PG13 moments.
John straightened his deep red tunic once more. He was more nervous than he had expected. Standing at the front of the chapel, his eyes kept darting to the door. When it finally opened, and an angel appeared in the entryway. John’s breath caught in his throat. Her long blonde hair fell in thick braids around her waist, and her long white gown seemed to glow. As the sunlight hit her, a halo appeared in the air above her head. He was completely unable to take his eyes off her as she came closer. To him, she seemed small and fragile, while he was big and strong. He vowed, in that instant, that he would do everything in his power to make sure his angel was always safe.
He took her hand in his, and a shiver ran down his spine. He smiled down at her, at her cute little nose, and her full red lips. Lips that he would soon have the right to taste. Her grass green eyes seemed apprehensive, and John hoped that she wasn’t afraid of him. He proudly rumbled his vows as the priest commanded. Then he leaned down to his bride, to take her mouth with his. As much as he wanted to take it much further, he kept the kiss chaste. Finally, he was a husband.
Mary swallowed past the lump in her throat. He was absolutely enormous. He had black hair that curled rakishly around his ears, and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Although he had a kind look about him, she knew that looks could be deceiving. As her father delivered her into his arms, and they stood before the priest, she looked up into his eyes. She had never seen anyone as tall as he was. This man seemed to have the power to hurt, and to protect. As he took her hand in his, a shiver ran down her spine. The priest started the ceremony, and before she knew it, it was over. She must have made all the correct replies, but she couldn’t remember any of it. Her eyes widened as the man kissed her lips. She was now a wife.
For him, the celebration seemed to be never-ending. His tiny angel sat next to him picking at the food in front of her. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, feeding her with his fingers, helping her drink from their shared cup. He wanted it to be over, to be allowed into her bed. He wasn’t looking forward to the first time when the elders would watch him take her virginity, but he was looking forward to the rest of their life together. To watch her belly grow large with his child, and to know that for the rest of his life she would belong to only him.
For her, the celebration seemed to fly by. Her new husband kept feeding her tidbits of food. She was not hungry, not in the least, but he was being so nice that she ate everything he offered. She noticed that he would place his lips on the exact place that she had placed hers, and wondered why he did that. All too soon, for her, the older women took her upstairs to her room. She was stripped of all her clothes, and put naked into a diaphanous nightdress. Then she was placed, like an offering, on the large bed. All the women were talking at once, telling her what was to come. Mary let the words slide over her mind, terror filling her at the coming event. The loud boisterous men got closer and closer, finally pouring into the room practically pushing John in front of them. Cheers erupted from the men as John lowered his hose and climbed on top of her.
Apologetically, he raised her gown over her thighs. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, so the elders would leave and he could make love with his wife on his own time. Pleasure would have to wait until they didn’t have an audience. He ran his hands over her legs, gently spreading them enough to fit his body between them. As he noticed that she was naked beneath the gown, he could feel his member growing with pleasure. Releasing himself from his drawers, he whispered apologies in her ear as he thrust himself into her moist opening.
She had been feeling little frissons rushing down her body, settling in her center. Her breathing became erratic as she felt his nakedness against hers. She had been expecting pain, but instead, it was the beginning of pleasure. Then he apologized, and the pain exploded through her. Though she had prepared herself for this, it was more than what she had expected. She felt as if she were being spilt apart. A tear trickled down her cheek as the crowd loudly celebrated. He moved inside her. Once, twice, and then was done. He pulled his thing from her, leaving a gooey, sticky mess. Leaning his head against hers, he straightened their clothing before standing and facing the elders.
“It is done,” he announced softly. John was mortified. He had planned on waiting to take his pleasure until she could enjoy it as well, but when he had been enclosed in her tight warm channel, he couldn’t help himself. Never before had he lasted such a short time. More than anything, he wanted to shoo everyone away and take his wife again. She was sure to be sore, and the elders needed to take the soiled sheet to the balustrades so all could view the virginal blood. He turned to sheepishly face his new bride. To his consternation, she appeared to be crying. He gathered her into his arms, and carried her behind the screen where a hot bath was waiting. “Soak, love. You’ll feel better.” He paused, making sure to look her in her eyes. “I am sorry to have hurt you.” Turning, he reluctantly left her alone and went to oversee the changing of the sheets.
Mary ached and was terribly embarrassed. What a horrible tradition! When she had children, she would never insist on this, no matter what people said. Sniffing delicately, she shed her soiled nightgown. She glared at the bloodstains on it, resolving to burn the thing as soon as she could. She stepped into the bath and sat down, pulling her knees to her chest. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she rocked lightly back and forth, unable to fathom suffering that pain every night for the rest of her life. She wanted to cry, but couldn’t stand the idea of John hearing her, so instead she washed her body, scrubbing her skin until it reddened.
John was relieved to hear splashing instead of crying. At least the first time was over, and she would be able to enjoy herself the next time. He wanted to make love to her all night. His hard member certainly agreed with him, but he knew that she would hurt enough on the ride home without his help. He lay on the freshly made bed, waiting for his wife to finish her bath. Even if he would not make love to her again, he looked forward to holding her in his arms as they slept. As he waited, he fell asleep.
Mary stayed in the bath until the water had gone cold, and her skin had shriveled. She didn’t want to face her husband, afraid that he might want to hurt her again. Resolving herself against the inevitable, she stood, dried off, and dressed herself in the new nightdress waiting on a chair for her. As she walked around the corner, she was relieved to find her husband asleep in the shadowy candlelight. Climbing up next to him, she scooted to the edge of the bed, as far away from him as possible. Blowing the single candle out, she lay in the dark, trying to sleep. Did she really have to face this pain every night? Why did women do this, and why did men make them? Soon, the tears came, and Mary cried herself to sleep again.
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