An Arranged Union (closed)

[Blaanid]

Blaanid had just reached the age of marriage when her parents had both sat her down and talked to her about how they were going to make sure to join her to a man of not only good breeding, but great wealth as well so that she would live in comfort for the rest of her life just as her father had done for her mother.

They each telling her that that night she would be going to her first ball, where she would meet and dance with many men, but would only be paired with one to take as her husband. It was now known to Blaanid that her husband had already been chosen for her, a powerful Duke in his own right, a man of wealth in both lands and power.

And so as her ladies maid helped Blaanid dress that evening for the ball, Blaanid could feel her heart fluttering and wondering what this man that she would spend the rest of her life with would be like, would he be mean, cruel or wonderful like her father?

And then what she was not at all prepared for was the sight of her family's home filled to the brim with the most powerful of all of London in the great ball room as she made her way down the stairs, right it seemed into the arms of hell its self!

 

[lovingfingers]

Sean eyes twitched in annoyance as he prepared for the ball. Yes, all the wealthy and powerful of society would be there. And the food and drink would be excellent, as well as the dancing and entertainment. But, his parents had let him know that he would meet his future wife tonight, and that did not sit well.

Granted, his parents were a proper lord and lady, but this was his life they were bargaining away. What if she was a boar, or insufferable, or ugly, or pious, or any of a hundred things that would make married life hell for him.

He was far from a romantic, but he had seen enough of the world to know what he wanted, and what he didn't. But the die was cast, and he was here. He would honor his parents by at least meeting her. Who knows?

He exited the carriage and pulled his cloak about this tall, muscular frame. The rain dampened his thick, dark hair. He entered the hall and handed the cloak to a servant. His parents were waiting for him. He kissed his mother's cheek and shook his father's hand, then together they entered the great hall.

 

[Blaanid]

When Sean and his parents were announced, it was then that all eyes looked their way, even as Blaanid herself had just come into the great hall, she had also noticed the powerful man that walked in and could not help but feel as though her cheeks were turning the very shade of red that her hair was.

It was as though looking upon that man made her body do things that she was not entirely sure were normal at all. A powerful neediness thrummed between her legs. Her breath had become short as though there was not enough air in the room and then it was made clear that her dance card was already there upon the table near to him, a terrible fear ripping through her heart at the idea of dancing with such a man, the idea that she could make a fool of herself in such a man's arms!

 

[lovingfingers]

Sean's parents were shown to table populated by the more elderly upper crust. Sean was glad not to accompany them. He had heard far too many war stories. He was shown to a table partly filled with younger men and woman, his companions for the evening, and supposedly his future wife among them. I found his dance card and turned to look at the dance floor. It was then that he saw her, a beautiful red head with an hour glass figure that he corseted dress only magnified. He didn't know her, but saw that she was headed for his table as well. He raised an eyebrow, thinking, "If he was matched with someone like her, marriage could be attractive."

He looked down at the card and the list of names. When he looked up again, she was standing near to him, examining her card. He bowed slightly to her, "Allow me. My name is Sean. And who do I have the pleasure of dining with?"

 

[Blaanid]

Blaanid's face completely brightened hearing and seeing this man actually speak to her, after all this was the first time she had ever been able to attend such a formal affair and a ball at that! And so she of course curtsied to him saying, “I am Blaanid.” Though she of course not yet aware that she would soon be calling herself Lady Blaanid like her mother or even possibly one day Duchess!

Though, the very thought of eating with this man frightened her, she was so terribly nervous anyway that the thought of eating food was very far from her mind so she of course only sat there and nibbled from time to time as the music began to play, though of course she had a terrible feeling that her waltzes would indeed make her hunger for something else much later!

It was then that some other gentlemen had begun to make their way over to the table where her dancing card was, some of them nice enough looking, while a couple of them were much older than she would have liked, expressions on their faces seeming to look her over as though she were nothing more than a piece of meat to devour on a night such as this, making her feel suddenly very uncomfortable at the thought that any of these men could be her future husband.

 

[lovingfingers]

Dinner was sufficiently enjoyable, not necessarily because of the food and drink, but because of the beauty that was dining next to him. He enjoyed stealing glances at her. Of course, the fashion of the day hid most of her, but the curves that her dress alluded to excited him.

On the other hand, Blaanid seemed rather tense. She scarcely ate and her replies to his attempts at conversation were brief. If she had not been so attractive to him, he would have sought more interesting company. He knew the sensation of animal attraction and that was what his body felt for her.

When the music started though, all became clearer to him. As the various men approached with their dance cards in hand, she looked all the more wary. Looking about at the looks some "gentlemen" were giving her, he couldn't blame her. Fortunately, time and traditions ensured that she would not be alone with any of them and all eyes would be on those who danced. He picked up his own card, and began to look about. He spotted his first dance, a willowy blond daughter of a friend of his fathers. She danced reasonably well, although he was always afraid he would break her. Several more dances ensued, each with some eligible young, or not so young, woman. He dutifully danced with them all, and felt nothing for any of them. The conductor announced that the next dance would be a waltz. Sean looked at his card and smiled. Blaanid was next. He caught her eye as she looked up from her card. He walked towards her, extending his muscled arm in invitation, "May I have this dance?"

 

[Blaanid]

Now Blaanid's cheeks did turn the color of her glowing red hair and could not help but smile as Sean extended that wonderful arm out to her. She had no idea just how well built he was until she was in his arms and moving about the floor. She could almost feel every muscle in his body move as he took her around, it almost feeling as though she was not dancing with a man at all, but with a god!

But soon enough, it seemed that she could no longer see her parents or any others around, as though they were now dancing in an area that was not at all apart of what the ball was set up to be and though she was nervious in his arms, she gave him a sweet smile saying, “I have just turned 18, and have never danced with a gentleman before tonight, this is my first ball.”

Yet to her it felt as though she belonged in Sean's arms, as though she was made for him and him alone!

 

[lovingfingers]

He listened to her shy words as they danced. He had been right. He had also not anticipated how much he enjoyed dancing with her. Both of their skills were typical for people their age, but the clicked, moving fluidly, "like lovers," he thought.

"I would have never guessed. You .. dance beautifully," he smiled. He had to watch his tongue. He was betrothed after all. The circled the room until the music came to an end. As the parted, he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it, saying, "a pleasure."

 

[Blaanid]

His words made her smile and her body seem to thrum with a need that she had no idea if she would ever understand. Even though she was wearing gloves, it felt as though she could feel his wonderful lips upon her flesh and as she had dance partner after dance partner, it was as though she could still feel him kissing her hand, the warmth of his mouth there always it seemed through the night.

Blaanid then watched as her father had begun to walk toward her and whispered into her ear saying, “Do you wish to meet your future husband tonight, or would you prefer that he call on you tomorrow?” She of course having no idea that he was even here and that he would be staying the night as well so that the two families would be able to get all of the legal work done quickly.

 

[lovingfingers]

The remainder of his dances seemed dull by comparison, although there were a couple women who had done their best to make sure that he knew they were available. He made no commitments. He knew he was being watched. And his dance with Blaanid had left him hungering for more, of her.

Later, his father approached him, taking him aside, "We have concluded the marriage contract. Your mother and I are quite pleased. Would you like to meet your future wife?"

He swallowed, thinking, "well, may as well get it over with," but simply said, "if she will do me the honor at this late hour."

 

[Blaanid]

Blaanid nodded her head at her father and smiled saying, “Yes, I would like to meet my future husband. Perhaps he and I should meet in one of the rooms that mother always likes to have tea?” Of course that made the best sense, after all with so many people here tonight, it would be best if she got to know the man that she was to marry in a more quiet setting.

She then stood up and walked with her father into another wing of her parent's estate, all the while hearing her father talk of how wealthy this man was, that his homes alone were even more grand than she was used to, that she would have to learn how to manage her own servants, more than likely have to manage the servants of all estates. But that did not bother her, after all it was something that she had been well taught as a girl growing up.

 

[lovingfingers]

Sean walked with his parents, guided by a servant, down a corridor, to some other part of the estate. They entered into a formal drawing room, where another servant was setting refreshments. It was a very elegantly appointed room, the sort one used to impress visitors. Sean's eyes though were only upon the two people waiting in the room for them. He smiled as he saw Blaanid and who he assumed was her father. He glanced at his father, you gave him the briefest smile, as though to nudge him on his good fortune to have so beautiful a bride.

The parties came to stand in front of each other. His father and her father proceeded to introduce everyone, with Blaanid and Sean being last. Sean smiled and said, "Blaanid and I have already had the pleasure."

Everyone was pleased by this. Wine was poured and toasts offered by all. Finally, her father rose and said, "Perhaps we should leave these two in peace. They have much to discuss."

 

[Blaanid]

Blaanid was completely speechless seeing that this man before her, that was to be her husband was the very man that had made her feel as though she were a goddess upon the floor as they danced that night. And if she was not already wound up from the ball that night, she knew that she would have more than likely passed out seeing him there.

And when their parents had finally left them alone, she could not help but notice how her hands were shaking, not with fear, but nervousness at the very idea of being alone with him, that she would soon be spending the rest of her life with this man, a charmer indeed!

But as they sat down together, she could not help but reach for some warm tea, to keep her mouth active to delay the time that she would need to speak, for she knew without a doubt that she would sound like a complete fool.

 

[lovingfingers]

Sean also helped himself to some tea, seeing her hands shaking, sensing she was nervous.

"Imagine us having to serve our own tea," he joked, "What is the world coming to?"

He smiled as he saw the corners of her mouth turn up.

"I am completely at a loss as to what one should say at a time like this," he commented, "but I must say how pleased I was to see you in this room."

Her smile broadened and he continued, "and how very pleased I am to be along with you."

 

[Blaanid]

Now Blaanid was feeling even more nervous, the thrill of knowing now that she was going to be marrying the man of her dreams seeming so insane that she had to wonder if she had fallen asleep at one of the tables and was now dreaming of this. She wanted to be sure that it was real so she smiled at Sean saying, “So you and your family are staying here in our home for the season?” After all, she couldn't help but think that her father planned on having her married by the end of the season.

Yet all the while, her body was telling her that she wanted to stop talking, that she wanted to feel his body close to hers as he was when he was dancing with her, to feel his heat against her and smell that wonderful scent that was him. After all she had a feeling that a man like him would not want to wait until they were married to bed his woman and it would not take him long at all to be coming to her room to bring her into her full womanhood.

 

[lovingfingers]

He smiled at her again. She spoke! "I am not sure what my family's plans are. I only recently learned I was to be married! But my plans and their plans need not be the same. I should like to stay long enough make arrangements and get to know you better."

"Yes, much better," he thought. He was beginning to consider the fact that soon she would be his, and from what he had seen so far, was pleased.

He stood and offered her his hand, "we only had one dance this evening. Care to dance?"

 

[Blaanid]

Blaanid right away into Sean's arms, she of course could still hear the music in the ballroom and right away she felt so comfortable in his arms, as though she belonged there, as though this was meant to be. And getting to know him was in her mind the perfect way to go, she would love to have him woo her and deep down she looked forward to be seduced, though she had no idea if this would be before or after they were married.

Yet this time as she dance with him, it was as though her whole body began to heat up against him, her nipples going hard with need and the apex of her sex becoming wet with the need that she would soon understand to be full arousal!

 

[lovingfingers]

The drawing room was ill suited for dancing, but they managed. Sean lead her skillfully, avoiding furniture and tight spaces. He turned and spun Blaanid, enjoying the feeling of her body moving as he willed. Dance was said to be a form of mating ritual in some times and places, and Sean felt it. He began to take a little more liberty with his hands as he guided her, sliding his hand down her back on a turn, or brushing her side on a promenade.

He seemed to be getting the right reaction. Blaanid's face was flushed. She leaned into him as they circled, seemingly encouraging his touches. As song ended, he spun her in close, ending with their faces inches apart. They looked into each others eyes, and he kissed her.

 

[Blaanid]

Blaanid had never been kissed like that before in her life and she could not get enough of his mouth on hers. He tasted so good, his mouth felt wonderful and could not help but moan into his kiss, her body feeling very much at home against his as he took such liberties with her.

Yet as the night began to end, she smiled at him knowing that in the next few days that their two families would be putting together their futures.

It was then that her own ladies maid had come into the room and let Blaanid know that she was ready to take her to her bedchamber to help her get ready for bed, all the while hoping that he would visit her tonight.

 

[lovingfingers]

Sean watched them go, reluctantly. He wished he had had more time with her, actually wishing he could bed her. But such was evidently not going to be his fate, tonight at least. He went back to the ballroom, where quite a few were lingering, eating and drinking. He helped himself to some strong drink and cajoled his fellows, until he elected to retire. He called for a servant to show him to his quarters. Once there, he entered. The room was lit be several candles. He was about to close the door, when a maid walked down the hall and addressed him, "My lord, may I have a word?"

He ascented and she continued quietly, "my mistress Lady wished me to tell you that should you wish to get better acquainted, her room is located on the right at the end of the 2nd story hall in the east wing."

Sean grinned broadly, "Indeed. Perhaps you would be so kind as to show me the most discreet way?"

 

[Blaanid]

The maid of course gave him a knowing smile and told him that the best way for him to not see is for him to come up the servant stairs to her room, the stairs would be right near her room and that with the way the lighting was upstairs that no one would see him. She then slipped the key into his hand and whispered, “Her maid will not be in to dress her until late in the morning, so I would leave her room by ten in the morning.”

And as Blaanid now lay in her bed, her mind was so busy with thoughts of Sean that she could not fall asleep at all, just the thought of becoming his wife and enjoy being in his arms for the rest of her life was far more thrilling than she could have ever imagined!

 

[lovingfingers]

Sean secured a book and read until later in the evening. When he looked out the window, it seemed the rest of the household was asleep. He took a candle and made his way down the corridor, eventually finding the servants stairwell and climbing to the second floor. He stopped as he exited and listened. Silence. He turned and looked at the corridor. To his left was a door, described by the maid. He put the key into the lock and it turned. He opened the door and entered, quickly closing it behind him.

He turned and held out the candle, seeing dimly at the other end of the room a bed. He saw a figure moving beneath the covers. He stayed where he was until he was certain she could seem him, saying softly, "good evening."

 

[Blaanid]

Blaanid had begun to nod off to sleep when she heard the key turn the lock and Sean had come into her room. She right away sat up in bed, her night gown doing nothing at all to hide the swell of her breasts that had been well hidden by her gown that evening in the ballroom as she danced with the men of nobility.

And as she looked upon Sean, her fiance, she could not help but smile at him knowing that she would have an entire night with him, not yet understanding the full pleasure that she would soon enjoy from him.

She then of course lifted up the covers and swung her feet over the edge of the bed so that she could sit up and look at him better than just being a woman laying in her bed seeming to expect for her man to do all of the work when she too wanted to touch and taste.

 

[lovingfingers]

Sean smiled as he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed. He walked over to her, setting the candle onto a small table near to the bed. He liked what he saw, "my dear, you have been hiding your light under a basket."

He stood for a moment, still dressed formally, she in a barest of shifts. He unbuttoned the top button of his jacket, then reached for her hand. He pulled her off the bed to stand, kissed her hand, then placed it on the next button down. She took the broad hint, and began to unbutton his jacket. He watched her move in the dim light, the wobble of her large breasts beneath her shift drawing his attention. She finished unbuttoning his jacket and moved behind him to take it off. He shrugged his shoulders and it slid down. She set it aside and stood in front of him again. She hesitated, then began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the well developed chest beneath. Soon the shirt joined the jacket. He stepped out of his boots. She boldly untied his trousers and opened them, letting them fall. Clad only in an undergarment, he stepped out of them.

He took her hands and kissed them again, "Now we are even."

He kissed her wrist and forearm. He pulled her closer as he kissed her biceps and shoulders. He could feel the pulse in her throat as he kissed there. He kissed her cheek and jaw, before finally pressing his lips to hers.

 

[Blaanid]

Blaanid lost herself in that wonderful kiss, her entire body seemed to react to him in that moment, her nipples going so hard that they hurt and her wetness between her legs seeming to increase with just the thought of him touching her. Blaanid was still very much a virgin and though she understood the basics of what happened between a man and a woman, she was still not entirely sure how this would all work.

But for now, she relaxed against him as he kissed her, she feeling his powerful body beneath his own small cloths as she touched him, and felt him all over as he kissed her. She liked very much how his muscles seemed to move and ripple as he moved, how his body felt so hard to her touch that all she could think about was wanting to see even more of him. And thinking back to hearing him say that they were even, she soon found herself letting her own night gown fall off of her body to a small puddle at her feet so that he would indeed get a nice view of what he was about to enjoy.