DrMelonCollie
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here Cums the bride (now closed to momadness )
Clara was cursed, but no one would tell her what the curse was or why. Everyone else seemed to know, and looked at her with a mixture of pity and fear. After many broken engagements, she was finally going to be married. To a man from the next island over, who Obviously had not heard about her curse. It was to be a intimate ceremony, only herself, her husband, and a tribal elder who would perform the ceremony.
In many aspects she was like the other young women of her tribe, athletic, graceful, and lovely. In other ways she was vastly different, her eyes were green, her hair was pale silver, her breasts were larger than her peers. So finding a husband shouldn't have been a problem, or so she thought.
She'd been hearing murmurs about the curse her whole life, since that first time she'd gone swimming and the color of her hair had changed. Little did she know that her father had been a keeper of the sea and she was a nymph, and that her chastity was holding those powers in check. That on her wedding day her true nature would begin to assert itself, culminating when her hymen was broken.
Men had dallied with nymphs before, but the experience robbed them of their virility.
Clara prepared herself for her wedding day alone, bathing alone, and doing her hair, festooned with pearls, and finally her dainty wedding dress that showed off every ripe curve of her young body. She felt strange and her nipples were oddly swollen. She dismissed the physical signs, and placed her veil over her face and approached the small building where she would be wed, and consummate her marriage. A light rain was falling so when she arrived her gown was soaked to her body.
(closed to momadness)
Clara was cursed, but no one would tell her what the curse was or why. Everyone else seemed to know, and looked at her with a mixture of pity and fear. After many broken engagements, she was finally going to be married. To a man from the next island over, who Obviously had not heard about her curse. It was to be a intimate ceremony, only herself, her husband, and a tribal elder who would perform the ceremony.
In many aspects she was like the other young women of her tribe, athletic, graceful, and lovely. In other ways she was vastly different, her eyes were green, her hair was pale silver, her breasts were larger than her peers. So finding a husband shouldn't have been a problem, or so she thought.
She'd been hearing murmurs about the curse her whole life, since that first time she'd gone swimming and the color of her hair had changed. Little did she know that her father had been a keeper of the sea and she was a nymph, and that her chastity was holding those powers in check. That on her wedding day her true nature would begin to assert itself, culminating when her hymen was broken.
Men had dallied with nymphs before, but the experience robbed them of their virility.
Clara prepared herself for her wedding day alone, bathing alone, and doing her hair, festooned with pearls, and finally her dainty wedding dress that showed off every ripe curve of her young body. She felt strange and her nipples were oddly swollen. She dismissed the physical signs, and placed her veil over her face and approached the small building where she would be wed, and consummate her marriage. A light rain was falling so when she arrived her gown was soaked to her body.
(closed to momadness)
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