Wedding Night

I am looking for one female to play the part of a virgin bride whom has entered into an arranged marriage to the heir apparent of a vast empire. I'm thinking late 1600s early 1700s. We can work out the details together. But to give you an idea, it might go something like this:

****This has been borrowed from another author but is so well written I would like to use it****

The last stanzas of the wedding march have died away in the great Cathedral, and you, the bride, in shimmering white, place your hand in mine, pledging yourself to be my wife, "until death do part." A shiver of awe stirs those in the audience, as a field of wheat is stirred by a strong wind. An uncomfortable feeling pervades all during these few moments, for it is a most solemn occasion; and when the final words of the marriage service have been pronounced, every one feels relieved.

Later, when the last kisses from mother have been given, and the last grain of rice has been thrown upon the us, the last servant has been sent away, and the key is turned in the bridal chamber. A new bride, having never been alone in a locked room with a man in all your life, suddenly find yourself, as though in a dream, delivered over by circumstances beyond your control into my possession, to be used at my will and pleasure. Never having borne more than your throat and shoulders and arms to the world, must now accept that your entire body, especially those parts which all your life have been taught it was immodest to fail to keep covered, are no longer your own; but mine. And I will use them to one end: A son. An heir to carry on the family dynasty.

I shut the door to our bridal chamber quietly. I still wear the Imperial state uniform from the ceremony. The perfectly whisked black material fits my military body like a second skin. Gold epaulets only sightly slope as they sit atop my broad shoulders, the high collar fits snugly against my razor close shaven face. The medals upon my chest have an ample stage from which to be noticed and the sky blue sash running from my shoulder to my waist only serves to further accentuate the triangular figure of my torso. I stare at you for a long second, appraising every facet of your body. As I knew I would, I am very approving of what I see, a smug look of contented satisfaction rolls over my face like a thick fog. Our eyes lock, a menacing half smile creases my mouth as my piercing deep blue eyes convey my intentions.

Having yet to say a word, or even part my lips, I begin walking towards you. Apprehension overwhelms you and your breath catching in your throat is audible. To almost your relief, I stop next to one of the cabinets and remove my saber from my waist. I lay it carefully on top of the cabinet, just as deliberately as if I was preparing to sleep alone.

Not stepping away, I turn back towards you, unnoticed to most, I see your face slightly tremble as the muscles in your neck continue to strain. Your eyes betray your fear of the complete unknown. Eyes still locked, I begin to remove my white gloves, slowly, one finger at a time. I lay them next to my saber. Satisfied of their placement, I continue towards you. My walk is one of complete and utter confidence. A confidence that comes from growing up having every whim satisfied and thus growing accustomed to getting one's way and knowing - not thinking, not hoping, not even expecting - but knowing something I will very much enjoy is without question about to happen.

The heels of my black leather boots click like a metronome against the marble floor which are answered as soft echoes from the vaulted ceilings. I tower over you, looking down as I seem to take a closer look at my latest acquisition. I raise a thick, muscled hand to your face and reach out to touch your cheek with the back of my index finger. Instinctively you turn away cringing. With just the very slightest bit of sarcastic concern I gently hold your chin between my thumb and forefinger. As I lean in, I breath you in and you feel my warm breath upon your neck as I whisper, "You tremble, my love. Do you not wish to be a dutiful wife to your husband?"




Our Imperial Bridal Chamber
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"Dutiful wife?!" I wanted to scream back at him as his hand gently caressed my cheek. It was custom for most 19 years old to betrothed to older men but I thought I would be the exception to the rule. I had hoped my parents would have changed their minds about the arranged marriage but my hopes were dashed. Coming from a well-to-do family, my parents expected more like demanded that I marry him whether or not if I loved him.
My mother said I would be a disgrace if I did not and I did not want to shame my family.

The virility and power that he exuded terrified but also excited me. I was trembling from fear but also from his touch. I had never been with another, so it was like entering the unknown.

His penetrating blue eyes practically looked through my bride gown and I was sure he could see how my nipples were hardened by his touch. The tendrils of my black hair flowed down my face, hiding the blush rising up my cheeks. I was afraid to meet his gaze because I was attracted to him even though I did not want to be.

My green eyes finally met his and I uttered, “I wish to be a dutiful wife to you.” A smile crept over his lips at the sound of my voice.

"And so you shall, my love." I assure you, gently brushing the black curls from your face. "And so you shall." I smell your neck, as I walk behind you, I feel your hands tremble as I take them in mine. "Shhh," I barely whisper as I rub my cheek sensuously against yours. "We all have our parts in this world." I whisper as my hands snake around your waist. Nibbling your ear I continue: "My father's is to reign; mine is to succeed him..." I exhale a sharp, aroused breath as my hands move to your hips, pulling you into me and grinding my pelvis into your firm ass. As I begin softly kissing your neck and shoulder, you feel my shaft becoming engorged and standing erect. Having never been this close to a man, you are uncertain of what you are feeling - your head swims in confusion as my hands move towards your moistening slit. "And you...you my love," I say, turning you to face me, "You will give me a son."

As his fingers delicately brushed my cheek, a slight shiver fluttered down my spine. His warmth breath on my neck excited me, flowing down to my nether regions.

As he held my hands and spoke to me, pulling me towards him, I felt his erection and a few butterflies stirred in my stomach. I could feel the moistness damping my thighs as he covered my neck and shoulders with kisses. A slight gasp escaped me as he slid his hand underneath to touch my wetness.

Even though I was unsettled by my emotions, I still wanted to explore more with him, to be taken by him, to express how I felt about him even though I was still unsure of my feelings. But I couldn't repress the sexual awakening I was experiencing.

As he turned me around, I whispered, "I will help you bear our son. It's our legacy."

My hands reached up to touch and explore the contours of his face as I planted a chaste kiss on his lips.

I smiled, proud, as we ended her purest, most innocently initiated kiss. Having plucked the virtue of many a maid since reaching young manhood I knew I had brought her to the edge. She was more than excited, she was utterly intrigued. I could see in her eyes the intricate chess match being played out: The ebony figures of lust, sex, and arousal storming strong against the fortifications of shame put up by the doctrines of chastity, purity, and modesty.

It was here she would learn that the virtues of love and purity could mingle together in a harmonious essence with one's God-given urges. As I gently run my fingertips through her thick, flowing hair I see her eyes slightly roll back in her head in complete relaxation. Holding her face in my hands I gaze deeply into her eyes:

"You are truly a virtuous woman. Our union will not change that. You have saved yourself for me, and I graciously accept."

I lean in for our first passionate kiss, our lips meet and slowly, gently part. Each tongue finds the other in simple, loving communication. "Let us to bed," I said, leading her by the hand.

I grabbed hold of his hand and walked with him towards the bed. We both sat down on the bed and I waited with anticipation to see what he would do next.

I was enthralled by his words and aroused by his kiss. We still held hands and stared into each other eyes. I reached for him again and drew him in for another breathtaking kiss. The emotions swelling within threatened to overwhelm me as I wanted to give myself completely to him.

I wished for him to peel of my clothing a bit and bit; to feel his fingers exploring and touching areas no man has ever touched but myself, to bring me to the brink of ecstasy.

The kiss was simple at first...just a brush across the lips. Then I began sucking her upper lip, soon we were locked in a passionate kiss. Hungrily, the kiss became deeper and my hands moved from her waist to her face. Preparing myself, I removed my jacket and with one hand reached behind her to pull back the french sheets of our bridal bed. Having had many a maid lose their resolve to me, my fingers flew expertly around the buttons and laces of her dress. Layers fell away finally leaving only her chemise between us as I leaned against her, laying her down on the bed I gave her a somewhat 'goodbye kiss' as I stood up. She watched in avid curiosity as she saw the naked form of a man for the first time. I followed her eyes to my erect cock, looking into her green eyes I saw her blush, but her smile gave away her feelings. She was ready. I smiled, amused. I leaned over her, resting on my hands on either side of her, "Now, my love..." Smiling in satisfaction. "Now." I reached for a kiss as I pressed all of my muscled six foot four inch, two hundred forty-five pound frame against her. The culmination of the months of waiting was at hand. I'd wanted her since the day I saw her. I wanted to feel her ivory skin against mine. To feel her beneath me. And yes, I wanted to dominate her. Lightly, delicately, I ran my fingers up her thighs, gently awakening her lust and sliding her chemise up to reveal her pert, young breasts and diamond hard nipples. My kisses trailed off to her cheek, down her neck to her shoulders. Nestling deep in her bosom, I began sucking on her firm, full breasts.

As his body laid pressed over mine, I could feel his hardness on my thigh. I wanted to touch it with my fingers; to feel his warm cock between my moist lips. All these elicit thoughts ran through my mind as his tongue licked my hard nipples, arousing them to even harder peaks.

His hands softly slid down the smooth skin of my stomach, going further and further until it reached my panties. Everywhere he touched, it lit a fire from within, igniting passion I never knew could exist. His blue eyes stared deep into my own, as his fingers trailed underneath to my sex. We met for a deep, passionate kiss as he began to rub my lips, causing me to buck into his hands. He captured my moans of pleasure through our kisses, as he slipped one finger deep inside of me.

I gasped as he stroked in and out, pacing his strokes. sometimes fast, other times slow, taking my body to places of ecstasy I didn't thought existed.

Her mouth formed a thin line as she pulled her full lips inward, clamping them between her teeth, her soft moans of pleasure humming - straining to be set free. She sunk her head deep into the goose down pillow, her neck rocking back and forth in slow, sensual arches as I continued fingering her slit.

Not entering her, I slid my throbbing cock between her moist thighs and settled my weight against her. I kissed her lower lip as her mouth released a long, unexpected moan. Running my fingertips down her arms, I again took her hands in mine. I covered her yawning mouth and kissed her deeply as I raised her arms above her head, sliding my hands over her wrists our hands intertwined.

Gently, I broke off our kiss. I smiled sweetly at her as I stroked the hair above her forehead. She really was doing quite well. She had passed over from a feeling of dutiful modesty to lustful curiosity. “That's a girl,” I whispered assuringly. “That's a girl.” I slowly lowered myself against her once more and began kissing her neck, reaching the spot between her neck and ear. I felt the burning in my loins blaze anew as I gently used my cock to search for her warm, inviting opening. Suddenly, there it was.

Eyes rolling, she let out a silent moan as she arched her back, thrusting her pelvis against mine. She was ready. With a slow, deep kiss, I penetrated the silken barrier and became one with her. It was like plunging into heated honey. I inhaled a sharp breath as my body contorted upward and for a moment, a simple, splendid moment, everything was still. There was only pleasure. I let out a groan of ecstasy as I began slow, gentle thrusting.

I cried out in pain, feeling the last barrier of my virginity finally gone. He planted his lips over mine, to soothe me as he began to thrust very gently. We continued to kiss as his fingers caressed and grabbed my breast. The feelings of pain were quickly exchanged for sparks of pleasure, as my body began to awaken. I felt myself clamp around his cock, getting tighter each time, as he thrusted into me.

I moaned aloud, as my body began to move in rhythm with his, pushing my hips forward, wanting him to plunge deeper inside. I traced my fingernails up and down his back, feeling his muscles move underneath my fingers as we made love. I wanted more, as I told him through bated breath, “Please go faster.”

I smiled as I shared in her awakening. For a moment, my mind drifted to thoughts of my own. She'd been my tutor in France, the birthplace of many a sexual revolution. She'd be kind and patient and gentle in showing me the exquisite pleasures of the body. Cradling my new bride I squeezed her shoulders to draw her in for a long, passionate kiss - while at the same time rolling her over atop of me. Still penetrating her I slowly leaned up ward, bending her knees towards me as she sat back on my thighs, straddling my legs. My hands drifted to her face as gentle broke off our kiss. "At your pleasure my love..." I said brushing the hair out of her face. Leaving her, I laid my head beneath one hand while I steadied her with the other.

I found this position interesting as I sat up, feeling my long hair fall down my back. I held onto his shoulders, as I began to slide up and down his cock, very slowly, enjoying the way my muscles gripped him.

I sighed as I began to go at a faster rhythm, sparks of pleasure traveling through all points of my body. I leaned over to kiss his lips as I slowed down for a bit, grinding on his cock, hearing him groan in ecstasy. I continue to do this, as his hands, squeezed my breasts with me saying, "Oh this feels so good!"

I had dreams of trying this some day with the man I loved and the reality was much better than any dreams.