The wedding knight

[Guest]

He had rescued me from a fate worse than death. Here I was being pawned off on him as a token of appreciation. Not that I didn't appreciate it, but it happened so fast. Here I was walking down the aisle in a long white dress. It happened like a hazy dream.

Now I was huddled in the huge bed, awaiting my husband. I was having touble recalling his face, I kept seeing helmet with warm gentle hands. I found my body trembling in anticipation, my thin silken nightie, sliding along my pale skin, my nipples begining to harden.


this thread is for cgraven and myself

 

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bride

damn it, took too long to write so it logged me off, i wrote this post

 

[cgraven]

Knight earent

I was a knight earned. You know the cap that runs around saving young nubile virgins from dragons. Well that is how it all started. Now I find myself married. Her father the old king insisted. And you don't argue with kings if you have grown attached to your head. I had only seen her once on that fateful day could recall much, dragon smoke gore and all that. She remained valid throughout the wedding and attendants had swept us away to prepare each us for our duty. I couldn?t even recall her name. I opened the chamber door clad only in my long chemise.

 

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Michaela

I heard the door open and the figure moved into the dimly lit room, I wondered how he felt about all this as he hadn't much choice either. I found myself recalling what I could remember of him. All I recalled was smoke, and warm large hands carrying me off. I sat up in bed, the sheet falling away. My white nightie barely contrasting with my pale smooth skin, my dark ringlets covering my shoulders as I peered out.

 

[cgraven]

Jean cluade du Bontemps

How unimpressive I must look to her, Michaela. Ah yes I recall her name. My form is straight and true, well muscled with years of fighting, but a last in middle years. My strawberry red hair is thinning, my endurance not what is was. I approach our wedding bed, cupids' garden. I am struck by Michaela contrasting beauty, alabaster skin, cascading dark ringlets. Poised on her knees straining to see me in the firelight. My courage flees from me her perfection more daunting the any fire dragon. I hesitate begin to turn to flee this beauty to spare my hideous continence.

 

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Michaela

"Is it you," my small voice echoes in the large room. Of course it must be him, how stupid I sound to ask, it is my husband, coming to our wedding bed to, I bite my lower lip. Perhaps I am a dissapointment to him, as a worldly knight he has probably enjoyed women more experienced than I. I shiver slighlty one strap of my nightgown sliding down my arm. "Please," the sentence is never finished as he turned away. I felt so small, lost and more alone than when I was enprisoned.

 

[cgraven]

Bontemps

"Please? that gentle whisper stops me as if shot through with a bolt.

I blush as I see the fallen strap. The gentle curve of her sweet young breast, its nipple just peeking over the gowns neckline. I am filed with passion for Michaela. I need her more than life its' self.

I look deeply in to her lipped eyes I hid my face from her with my shield arm.

"My dearest Michaela look away from this hideous beast they forced you to marry"

 

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Michaela

The air is warm and cold at same time and I gently blow out the remaining candles basking the room in darkness, "Is that better?" The moonlight still highlighting my pale skin. The other strap barely on my shoulder.

 

[cgraven]

Bontemps

" Michaela you do not find me repulsive?"

The only light in the room is that sliver glow from the moon and the golden light from the hearth. So much like their forced joining different but the same.

I watch my bride as she kneels on our bed bathed in shimmering light. Tentatively I reach out a callused hand and with but a finger slips the strap from her shoulder.

The moon's sliver lights reflects off her young up turned breast. Their nipples hard form the chill night air, as he gown pools around her waist.

As if I where a squire at my first battle I rush to her burying my face between though soft silvery mounds. My grizzled cheeks rasp across her nipples as I inhale her fragrance.

 

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Michaela

I shiver as he approaches the shadows seem to stick to him as he moves closer a large callused hand sliding the other strap down feeling the silk pool around my knees my full firm breasts seem to call to him as his face blurs before burying between my breasts. I whimper softly feeling the soft growth of his beard brush my skin, his lips planting kisses upon my flesh. I notice the thinning golden red hair. I say nothing as his face remains hidden looking down upon my body.

 

[cgraven]

Bontemps

I raise my head. I gaze upon her unspoiled beauty. She shivers but does not recoil from me.

I ease my bride, my Michaela, to the silken covers. I gentle kiss her closed eyelids. " Ma Cher J'adore". I kiss the hollow of her neck. A passion fills me, ennobles me, as my kisses travel down to her nipples. I draw one, into my mouth. I roll it on my tongue, tease it, then the other. Lower I travel until I reach the dark downy triangle that guards Michaela's virginity. I inhale her sweet dusky sent I kiss her soft velvet thighs.

 

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Michaela

His face is humble, yet noble, and unlike most others hides the true beauty underneath, I close my eyes as he lays me back on bed, my breath slow and warm as his lips travel, he whispers I love you in French and his lips move down to encase a nipple. I knew that nipples were to feed babies. But never imagined such a thing could feel so good. My breath comes in short little gasps as he tenderly sucks the rosey nipple. the other aching with need as his rough warm fingers slide over my skin.

 

[cgraven]

Bontemps

Michaela does not fight me nor does she resist me. This is not a single battle but a campaign; I must win all, or lose everything. My mind is that of a knight and it thinks like a knight. I am no troubadour .I can woe Michaela with words.
I know only actions, parry, deflect, and thrust. These are the weapons I must win my virgin bride with.

My face rest in her dark, dusky, downy, nest. Tenderly I speared her legs. My tongue is my weapon. It carries the gates of her outer defenses. Like a rapier it dances in shadow and light of those velvet folds. Like a serpent it strikes swiftly at the hooded sentry that guards her inner keep, parry and thrust I battle that sentry with my tongue.

 

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Michaela

Gasping softly then more, unable to speak, not wishing to frighten him off. Enjoying the tender but persistant touch of his tongue. Whimpering slightly as I shift, waiting more but not knowing what. Feeling very inadequate as he controls everything.

 

[cgraven]

Bontemps

The sweet scented flow of cupids wine from within Michaela tells me that her flesh is will if not yet her spirit. But she doses not fight or resist me. I it possible that she has been so sheltered, that they have sent her to me truly innocent of a brides' duty to her Groom.

"MON DIEU" how could they. Have they no love for their child. But I have love for Michaela.

My kisses follow the contours of her legs to her dainty feet. I nibble and suck her toes first one foot then the other. Up, up my kisses float along her leg.

I rise gazing into her eyes and kiss her moist lips. I break the tender kiss and whisper " Ma Cheri do not be afraid yet your heart and flesh led you."

I press my lips to Michaela's again.

 

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Michaela

I find my voice to whisper, "Do you find me pleasing?" I know so little of what goes on between men and women, mainly that it's a chore or that it hurts the first time. I was worried even as i felt safe.

 

[cgraven]

Bontems

"Ma Cheri all thing that are new are frightening. Do not let your fears rule you."

"When I faced the dragon for you I was scared, as you are now."

"Your heart and body know the ways of love. Free them from your fear Ma Cheri"

Bontemps runs the back of his scared along her alabaster cheek and jaw. Holding cheeks gentle in his huge rough hands he Kisses Michaela?s full moist red lips slipping his tongue passed the sentinels of her teeth to find the warmth of her mouth and tongue, coaxing and encouraging it with his.

 

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Michaela

I enjoy the kiss, yet remain passive even as my body arches up to press against his feeling his pajamas brush my pale flesh as one leg shifts bending at knee to allow him to lay between my legs.

 

[cgraven]

Bontemps

Michaela responds to my kiss, but her body remains pensive. Then one-leg shifts bending at knee, to allow me to lie between her legs.

It is time for the assault. Carefully I strip my chemise, so as not to frighten my little birds lest she fly. My body is hard and strong from war. My passion and ardor for Michaela is also strong and hard. I hold her in our kiss and slowly guide my lance to the gates of Michaela's citadel.

Michaela's mind is timid and scared but cupid's wine now flows freely. My lance easily slips the outer gates passed the hooded sentinel. The passage is tight. I feel her tenens, the fear I rest letting Michaela become accustom to my girth slowly I withdraw a little then in a little. Tenderly probing her defenses until my lance reaches the last barrier of Michaela's defenses.

I rest before this last barrier having slowly and tenderly opened this tight passage. There is no hope for it the strike will bring Michaela pain. I prepare for the strike. I deepen our kiss. I strike with the swiftness of a serpent through and then passed that broken barrier.

Michaela body tenses at the strike. I swallow her gasp of pain with our kiss. I pause for a second then start to message he injured tissue with my lance.

 

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Michaela

Time seems to stand still as he pulls his garment off, revealing his body to me, I inhale a quick breath as I eye the growth between his legs, I watch as he positions it between my legs and with little resistance it enters. I'm shocked yet enjoy the feeling as it slowly goes in feeling it bump against something I look at my husband and he kisses me deeply as it tears throw me and i cry out into kiss which is soon swallowed by soft moans

I cry a little confused as the kiss breaks and his body continues thrusting inside me, his hands slide my legs around his waist and I purr a little as I feel him inside, the pain gone.

 

[cgraven]

Bontemps

I guide Michaela's supple legs around my waist. A soft moan escapes her parched lips. Then a soft contented purr.

No longer dose Michaela resist. Our bodies fall in to a rhythm as old as time its' self. I feel her body tense and grip my lance as her first orgasm washes over. I fight the rising tide demanding my own release. Again and again Michaela reaches fulfillment. I can stand the pain the need no longer. We climax together in unison. Then collapse on the rumpled silken sheets of our wedding bed.

I turn rolling on my side bring Michaela with me. I am still deep inside her. I hold her close and feel her nipples hard upon my chest. I brush a dark strand from her face and lightly kiss her lips. I whisper "Ma Cher J'adore".

I draw Michaela's head to my shoulder.

 

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Michaela

I was speechless as we lay resting, spent in our wedding bed. I snuggled up close wanting to be near him, feeling warm and glowing as I cuddle up close to him. Pondering what the future will bring for us.