The Assassin's Bride ( Closed )

[Jewelskye]

Sitting utterly still, Sasha watched him through those same mismatched, unsure eyes as he let his gaze move over her, and down to the flower she had displayed for him between her legs. His nearly-reverent whisper almost sounded like a prayer and for a moment, she felt a thrill go through her. He found her beautiful... his tone said he would near-worship her with his senses if he could.

But then reality came back to her in a rush as his hand released it's grip on her hair. She wasn't some beautiful, desirable woman who was offering herself for the pleasure of a man... she was a frightened girl out of her element, being forced to submit herself to a man's hunger for her. There was nothing grand... nothing glorious about this. He probably didn't even mean it when he said she was beautiful, anyway.

She didn't move as his hand left her hair, her heart slamming wildly in her chest, making her certain it would burst from her rib cage at any moment. She did not move... she scarcely breathed as she sat there, waiting, watching him in silence as she felt the slight tugging sensations as he removed the hair sticks and their various decorations, all meant to bring her luck as a bride. When the last of them were gone, her hair fell loosely around her, spilling to fall around her waist, dancing around the tops of her shapely hips... hips that were wide... built for child birth though if you ever asked Sasha if that was something she wanted, she would have adamantly insisted that no, she had no desire to have children.

Children... the thought whispered through her mind and Sasha's eyes went wide, even as he was talking about wanting to take his wife in bed and not on the floor of the bathroom. For a moment, she was too stunned by her own train of thought to be able to fathom what he was saying, and she only stared blankly at his hand, as if she'd never seen it before.

Then, all at once, she stood, ignoring the hand he held out for help and crossing her arms over her chest, turning and leaving the bathroom, her bare feet slapping lightly against the wood floor. This would, of course, give him an ample view of her backside and the curve of her hips.

Meanwhile, Sasha's thoughts were racing. What if he wanted children? What if he intended to force her to bear them? Did he plan to do that? Panic was clawing at her, and it was all she could do not to turn and run, naked or not, for the front door. Instead, she simply stopped, waiting for him to go to the bed so she could follow, her eyes on the floor the whole time.

 

[TirithIre]

He meant the words that he bestowed upon her... as he didn't believe in lying. She may see falsities within the world that he lived in, mostly because his world was different than hers, and as such was not 'the same' as what she had known, but he did not lie, there was no need to it, nor did it accomplish anything. So when he said that she was beautiful, he meant it... when he said that he would enjoy her, he would... when he said that he would protect and provide for her, his words were honest and true... though of course at that moment the naked woman whom was his wife had no reason to believe that.

He noticed that she was obviously thinking of something... something that troubled her it was clear beyond the terrors of the world she was already living within... but even as he looked to her he could not help but smile as he saw the way that her body moved, though he was slightly disappointed for a moment that she might actually try to hide herself from him... as she turned, his frown turned, curling to a smile.

Even as she waited for him though he stepped from the bathroom, he looking to her as he slid the doors closed, they gently bumping together signalling the finishing of the 'use' of that room. As she looked to the floor though he moved and placing a hand upon the small of her naked back, she felt him press, guiding her, showing her where to go. Sliding another pair of doors open down the hall, she was lead into a room that was clearly a bedroom.

The walls were made of a warmer and more 'solid' color of the parchment that was used, decorated with simple yet serene designs... there were lamps that lighted the room, a small hint of technology within this realm of elder traditions... and even as he 'guided her in' he took the doors and closed them, before he noticed she still looked to the floor. He was not disappointed this time, rather he simply let out an even breath as his hands moved to the edge of his outfit that he wore.

the black top slid up and off of his body after he had de-tached it from the pants... baring a strong, tanned, and scarred torso to her view. He had not lived a pure nor easy life... but it had been his life. In a way it had been better than working in a sweatshop somewhere within the country... here, he had been able to gain power and a name. He had only a few scars, from lessons learned... but small brown nipples hardened within the air as he silently moved his hands to hidden ties within the pants, she knowing that the bulge within the center... if she dared glance was the proof that his words to her had not been a lie... he wanted her... and Akuma would have his wife!

 

[Jewelskye]

To say that Sasha was afraid would be an understatement… to say that she was terrified would be more on-point. The petite redhead’s entire body shook, and her breathing came in quick and shallow gasps. When his warm hand found the small of her back, she jumped, and it took everything within her to keep from trying to run. With every breath she took, they got closer to the point of no return… closer to the moment when he would push inside of her and everything of her old life would be stripped from her once and for all. There would be no begging to get away… no way to get back to her old life… She would be stuck here… the unwilling, terrified bride of a man with more skill in one arm and hand than any police officer or soldier from her own country.

No one would be coming to save her… and then there was the question of the other ninja… his “big brother”. What would become of all of that? Would he punish Sasha for being the prize he didn’t believe Akuma deserved? Or would he accept that Akuma had earned it and leave her alone with her misery? Her eyes were on the floor even as he closed the bedroom doors behind him and moved to stand a few steps away. From the sound of the whisper of fabric over skin, she knew he was stripping, and her heart only seemed to constrict painfully. Her stomach tied itself in knots as she stared at the floor, trying desperately to breathe normally, one hand moving down to rest over her stomach, struggling with the sudden queasy sensation that was brewing there.

She couldn’t do this… There was no thinking needed here… she knew for a fact she couldn’t do this. Couldn’t lay beneath a man who knew almost nothing about her… couldn’t be forced in to the marital bed of a marriage she scarcely understood, let alone was a willing participant of. Gripped by her fear and desperation, she lifted her eyes to him with the intent to beg him to give her one night… just one night before he took her, but the view of his bare upper body and the hunger in his eyes was enough to cause the words to die in her throat before she even uttered a sound.

Mismatched eyes wide, she watched him in silence as his hands moved to his pants and began to lose the ties there. Knees growing somewhat weak, she backed up on unsure feet until her back met with some piece of furniture and she brought a hand back, bracing herself against it as she watched him. A deep red blush colored her pale cheeks as her eyes moved slowly over his scarred upper body before they lifted to his own. He was a beautifully terrifying figure…. Scarred and hardened by life and battle… Impossibly strong and he seemed so… steadfast. He reminded her of the calm before the storm.

Quiet and serene one moment, then raging and reigning destruction the next. “Akuma, I…” she began, but again the words died on her lips and tears of frustration began to form in her eyes. Her gaze met his and she pressed her back in to the unforgiving wood of the furniture. She tried to speak again, but no sound came from her lips and in the end all she could do was shake her head, seemingly defeated by it all. A soft sob followed, and her head hung, hair falling in to her face, obscuring his view of her tormented features as she looked toward the bed they would share.*

It wasn’t even a real bed… just a mat on the floor with… did they think those were pillows? For a moment, she felt incredulous that they really expected her to sleep on such a thing… but some part of her reasoned that this would be one of the easier troubles put to her. The hardest would possibly be accepting a husband who didn’t love her… would never love her… but would expect the love of her body whenever he wished. And then of course there were the children that would no doubt come of all of this, because she hadn’t been given any kind of birth control that she knew of.

Shaking her head sadly, she let her eyes return to him, meeting his own, as tears slid down her cheeks, but said nothing more. There was nothing left to say. Being an object… a veritable slave… was bad enough. But to speak to her captor and expect him to understand? No, that was asking far, far too much.

 

[TirithIre]

To be honest the world she 'belonged to' now did not truly belong... it was a world that went against the idealism of feminism and individuality... of people whom had 'rights'. Here, those whom 'did the work' had the power, and those whom were wed were meant for the 'off time'. Even as the realizations and suddenness caused her to weep, finally, though he had shown an exorbitant amount of patience, he did look to her.

He noticed that she looked to the bed with disdain... and while he had no understanding for the plush beds of the western world, he HAD travelled there for work and had seen them, so he knew of their existence. His eyes seemed to press her back, the wood of the small desk holding her upright, and unbeknownst to her, the way she pressed seemed to offer more of her to his gazing view.

His hands continued however, undoing the ties before he slid his pants down, the top hitching on his erection, and lifting the material slightly he lowered the pants before he kicked them aside, leaving him nude with no sense of embarrassment for his scars or look... and though he was scarred, it wasn't horribly... lessons learned through his life, no person whom truly lived went un-scathed. Such as the small scar on his left hand from the time he hadn't paid enough attention to his weapons and had cut himself, they weren't terrible disfiguring scars... but they were there.

Even as he was bare as well though she could see he was quite well endowed, his thick, long cock pressed up into the air, standing at 'attention' as he saw the look in her eyes for what it was... a slight sighing breath leaving his lips as he moved suddenly, she seeing him this time as he didn't shadow step... rather he simply stalked swiftly over to her before he was taking ahold of her neck, he pulling her to him as he leant down and pressed lips to her own... warm, not hard lips... his other hand smoothly sliding around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

He had no intentions of 'just taking her'... he DID however intend to make her scream... and not in pain... but in pleasure. She may be scared and thinking that this was all wrong, but he would show her that her body was a VERY pleasurable thing... and that her husband, though quiet in his own way... did consider her... especially pleasure... she came first in his eyes... she would always come first. He could have ignored her... left her in a room and thought nothing of her... but instead his warm embrace 'captured her', placing her within his grasp, within his arms as he coaxed her lips to a breathlessly surrendering kiss. For a killer... he was quite gentle with her!

 

[Jewelskye]

Sasha's eyes had been downcast when he dropped his pants and kicked them away. It was the movement of his foot pushing them to the side that got her attention back on him, and instinctively, her eyes lifted, traveling from his bare feet, up the length of his perfectly sculpted legs and thighs, to his member, standing hard and erect. Mismatched eyes went wide in her pale skinned face, and her gaze lifted toward his own as her lips parted to beg him to reconsider.

It wasn't until she looked at his face that it registered to her that he was moving... and quickly... toward her. A soft gasp left her as she prepared to scream, but his mouth closed over her own and the sound died in her throat as shock set in, rending her soundless... not to mention speechless!

His arm was around her waist, pulling her shapely form against his own and she felt the length of him pressed hard and pulsing to her flat belly, the way her breasts brushed against his skin, her nipples hardening all over again. For long moments she could only stand there, immobile as he devoured her mouth. Her body trembled in his arms, the only movement at all he would get out of her as she seemed to be holding her breath, too stunned to do much more than stand there.

For a few moments she could feel his lips and mouth coaxing her own, urging her to give him what he wanted... to acknowledge the press of his mouth, the strong, demanding presence of his body against her own... the warmth of his hand at her back. But it was the moment when she realized he wasn't hurting her... wasn't hitting her or throwing her to the bed that finally got a response out of her. Sasha's lips trembled beneath his own for a moment before slowly parting, allowing him access to the sweet, hot interior of her mouth as her hands lifted slightly and came to rest against his sides, fingertips lightly pressing to his warm, tanned skin.

For a few moments, she forgot who she was. She forgot here she was... who he was. All that mattered was how it felt... and it felt good. So very, very good! Her body warmed against his own, her mouth timidly submitting to his, opening to him, her breath escaping through her nose as she let out a tiny moan in the back of her throat. Confusion whirled in her mind as she kissed him, timid in her acknowledgement of what he was doing... her nipples hard and aching for his touch, her flower suddenly feeling warm, tingling, pulsing slightly as if it craved attention itself.

 

[TirithIre]

She had a beautifully stunning body... had he not been hard by then for her... he would have most certainly had to have been gay. Yet indeed that seemed to naught be the case, and even as he moved to her, his eyes raked over her supple form, every part of her almost seemed to beg both for his touch, and yet begged him to not. Her eyes certainly begged for a reprieve... but a reprieve would not help her... would not console her. This wasn't some kind of dream that she would awaken from and laugh with her friends about... this was reality now.

Even as he moved to her, he could see the fright in her eyes, a tinge of dissapointment entered his own for a second that she might be so afraid of him... he didn't really understand why since he had promised to protect her nd provide for her... those weren't empty words he had said, and though some, like love would take time... like the rarest of flowers, the best things took the most time.

Even as her body without her mind really responded, his own was grinding ever so slightly, pulling, pressing himself to her, commanding her to respond without forcing the issue... there was no real rush... this was in effect their honeymoon after all... he was going to hear her little cries, and not of dismay or torment... but of pleasure and delight. His rough calloused hands were gentle with her, much more so than one would expect... but he held her all the same.

His throbbing manhood did indeed press up alongside her smooth belly, the thick throbbing member pulsing with his desire... desire for her! The hand upon her back slid lower, before he captured the firm mound of flesh that made up her ass, squeezing even as her mouth opened in a moan. The sound delighted him, and even as she forgot herself, his tongue slid into her mouth, coaxing hers to play. The hand upon her neck curled the fingers, stroking the nape of her neck.

Even as he did though he could not help but sigh as he watched her reacting, his cock pulsing against her flesh. Despite her fears he could feel her little pressing... he could feel the hardness of her nipples pressing against his chest, scraping and delighting themselves with the feel on a man holding her so close. His hips shifted, and suddenly the length of his cock was sliding alongside her slit... not in an angle at all to penetrate... but it did runb, teasing, tormenting with pleasure as he held her, refusing to release her as he tantilized her senses!

 

[Jewelskye]

Sasha's entire world had become a thing of sensation... swirling, intense, electrifying sensations. His hand on her back, his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, his mouth on her own... it all surrounded her, enveloping her senses and causing her knees to tremble as her body leaned in to his, breasts pressing eagerly to his chest and hands slowly moving over the warm skin of his sides and hips, feeling the masculine form of him beneath her fingers. She nearly trembled in his embrace, eagerly soaking in the way it all felt.

The world had slipped away from her... and as his tongue coaxed her own, trying to get hers to join his in a primal dance as old as time itself, Sasha had lost all track of everything that had happened in the past few days... in the past weeks, months, years even! Shew as a new girl in those moments...

No, she wasn't a girl at all. She was a young woman, a rare and tender flower, a bud just beginning to open it's petals, and he was the sun, coaxing her to open, to show him her full glory... to become the woman she was within. As her tongue timidly touched his own, dancing with it in an instinctive series of movements, tangling with each other, she was breathing heavily and pressing closer, her arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him tight to her. Another small moan left the back of her throat, this one an eager sound, as if urging him to give her more... to let her taste more of his kisses, feel more of his skin, his strength... so intimidating and yet so perfectly assuring seemingly all at the same time.

Her breathing had begun to grow somewhat deeper, heavier, and her hands were traveling up his back as she pressed the soft round of her pert bottom in to his hand, urging his touches on, when the dreamy state she had slid in to was shattered.

The feel of his throbbing member sliding along her slit snapped Sasha out of her heated daze like someone had thrown cold water over her. Her body went stiff in his arms, and she pulled her head back, turning her face to the side as she gasped in desperate lungfuls of air, her eyes wide. She didn't pull her body from his, but she didn't move against him any longer, nor did her body language seem to silently plead with him to give her more of what he'd been doing.

Instead, she turned those wide mismatched eyes on him and looked up, meeting his gaze. "Wait," she gasped, and though the word begged him to slow down, it did not hold the tone of someone who was fighting what was to come. "Not like this... not standing up... please, please not like this," she begged quietly, her voice shaking. "I won't fight you... but please... Please, Akuma, not like this," she begged.

There was a hint of tears in her voice, as if she were on the verge of very real panic, but was desperately clinging to control in hopes he would understand and not grow frustrated with her. No girl wanted their first time to be standing up... and it would likely be incredibly uncomfortable if they did it that way... She didn't have any concept of how it would feel when he first entered her, but she could imagine that standing up would make her first time worse than it needed to be.

Of course, it was obvious by the way her eyes and voice pleaded with him that she didn't have a clue he hadn't intended to take her right there, standing up against the desk. It never even occurred to her that as his length pressed to her warm slit where moisture had only just begun to collect that he had been doing nothing more than letting her feel him and enjoying the feel of her in return... working their bodies up in to a state of preparedness for each other.

 

[TirithIre]

He had rather enjoyed when she had pressed herself back against him as she had... and even as he felt how her body was responding, his seemed always in control, always willing to take the time to show her what it was to be a woman in a man's grasp... not having to worry about her actions but rather to simply enjoy what she was feeling right then... right there. He groaned against her lips as he heard her moans, her little sounds were utterly delightful!

She was no girl, although she WAS a small dainty thing, the curves of her body, the wisdom and 'age' within her eyes told that she did know that she was a woman, fully 'grown' per sei and knowing of what she was 'doing'. Yet even as he felt her tongue timidly push against his, she felt in turn how his duelled with hers, their lips parted, their breath sharing between the two of them in soft gasps and groans all the same.

Her ass felt firm and welcoming to his touch, and even as he looked to her he could not help but grow confused as she stiffened. Immediatly a mixture of frustration, confusion, and mis-understanding began to spoil his mood... What had he done then? what was her problem now? It was clear he didn't know why she pulled from him... but then she spoke, and all that anger and frustration turned into almost amusement as he looked to her.

" I do not... mean to take you like this... here." He assured her, he even grinding his hips, the length of his cock rubbing alongside her slit once more. " There isno way I could take you like this.. not unless I were to pick you up." He informed her... and he didn't intend to do that. Instead he smiled faintly as he made sure that the thickly veined member of his cock was rubbing right over her slit.

" I may be... of different world than you... but even here... man lays with his wife... in a bed. I was but letting the passions grow... your pleasure... comes first." He remarked, he looking to her. He doubted that she would believe him... but it didn't really matter. As they had broken their embrace anyway, he leaned his head down, his own pushing her head up a tad before lips were kissing and licking along her neck, the hand upon the nape left it's place and slid down until both hands were clasping, squeezing, massaging her ass, pulling her closer.

She had to submit to him... but it seemed that her 'sun' wasn't done coaxing this young, un-knowing flower from it's hiding place within the ground... he would have her little cries and mewls of delight... the bed awaited, but there was no true rush to get there it seemed... he rather wanted her soft little mewls and moans of desire before they ever went there!

 

[Jewelskye]

She had seen the shadow of negative emotion in his eyes when she'd first pulled her head back, but all at once as she spoke, it melted away and and was replaced by... amusement? Some part of her was certain he was laughing at her for not knowing how things worked... exactly... between a man and a woman. She blushed deeply as he spoke, explaining that even there in Japan, a man took his wife to bed to claim her.

Her eyes lowered as he continued to rock his hips toward her, rubbing the length of his hard member along the soft petals of her sex... coaxing the flower that was his young inexperienced wife to shudder and let out a slow, shaky breath. Within moments of explaining that her pleasure came first(a statement that shocked her), his lips were back on her neck and Sasha let out another soft sigh, her eyes fluttering slightly before closing.

"Oh..." she breathed, but no other words slipped from her mouth, as if she'd forgotten how to speak or perhaps didn't have the ability to accurately describe or respond to the delicious sensations he was causing within her. One hand slid up the length of his spine, rubbing along his back and occasionally letting her nails lightly drag against his skin.

She licked her lips, her body rocking against his own, causing his hard cock to press between the soft hairless lips of her sex, letting him feel the somewhat moist, soft inner pink folds and bump against her sensitive clit before dragging back, the veined length of him dragging against that most tender button between her lips. She let out a soft moan, biting her lower lip and whimpering quietly.

"I don't... I don't know what to do..." she admitted quietly. "What if I... disappoint you?" her voice was barely above a whisper as she held him against her, felt his lips and tongue on her soft skin, felt his hard cock rubbing at her delicate, tender sex. Her heart was racing in her chest, her sensitive nipples still hard as his skin dragged against them, sending shocks of sensation through her.

 

[TirithIre]

Akuma WAS amused by what she said... and even as she wondered whether he was amused at the fact that she didn't know how things between a man and a woman worked, he himself was simply bemused by the fact that she was so scared, yet clearly aroused and enjoying what he 'did' to her. She moaned and gasped and pressed, silently asking for more even amidst everything that had happened to her... and even as she blushed deeply, he simply enjoyed pressing her chin up, his head nestled slightly beneath as he licked and nipped and kissed up to her ear, his hot breath tickling her senses.

He could feel how her own body inately knew what to do... how it began to rock and rub itself back against him... and even as he felt that, he had to smile into her skin at her words. " You may not... but your body... seems to." He remarked easily, he smiling to her even as he shifted a bit and drew his cock and rubbed it right against that small button of pleasure... her clitoris his focus for now. He felt how she was beginning to whetten, but not nearly enough. He would not have her screaming and crying in pain when he first took his wife... so he was patient with her.

He lowered his head further though, leaving her neck as he peppered her skin with kisses until he was exploring the rise and fall of her large right breast... his eyes rising, looking into her own as he lifted his mouth for a moment. " You could not dissapoint me... because I expect only one thing... submit." He remarked, before he leaned his head back down, her hard pink nipple being pulled into his hot mouth as he ground his cock alongside her slit, making sure to get as much contact to her clit as he could.

One of the hands on her firm ass slid lower, before he was scooping up one of her legs, pulling it up and guiding it to hook around his hip, she would learn that when he did that she was 'treated' to a much more 'open' and closer contact of their groins... the lifting of her leg spreading her hairless slit open, parting her flower, her maidenhood as he teased and tormented not to mention aroused her body. He held her leg though, before she felt him 'coil'.

He had no interests in striking her... his hand on her ass moved back up before it was supporting her back, he holding her as he picked her up as though she weighed nothing, and turning from the desk, he took a few steps, before he lowered her down onto the bed. Despite it seeming to only be a pad... it was quite comfortable... almost a memory foam type bed... covered in the finest of japanese silks for sheets, he laid her down as he sucked her nipple, flicking the hard bud with his tongue, coaxing her to do just as he said, submit, and enjoy what it was her husband was indeed doing to her!

 

[Jewelskye]

His hard length rubbed more insistently at her, sliding over her clit and bumping it again and again, each small but sudden contact pulling a soft gasp or whimper from her lips and causing her soft flower to quiver in response. Her head was tilted back slightly, allowing him to get at the soft skin of her neck. Some part of her wanted to push him away, to insist he stop, but she couldn't... whether it was fear of him or need for more of the pleasure was unclear, she only knew that the need to keep him close was far stronger than the urge to push him away.

It was all terribly confusing... She hated him... hated everything about why she was there... but the things he was doing to her shapely naked body were driving her mad with want.... want for something she wasn't entirely able to identify, but absolutely certain only he could give. Even as his head moved lower, tracing patterns of kisses over her soft ivory skin, she watched him with wide eyes, one hand moving up to tangle it's fingers loosely in his hair. His words sent a chill through her... submit.

He wanted her to give in... accept that she was property now... Accept that he all but owned her, and that her new identity... whether she liked it or even remotely related to it or not... was a wife. That was it. Her entire existence was now summed up in to two words... His Wife

His lips locked around her sensitive nipple and a loud gasp escaped Sasha's lips. Head falling back once more, her other hand found it's way to his head, pulling him a little bit closer to her, urging him on as he teased her sensitive nipple, flicking it with his tongue. As the same time, one hand lifted her right leg and pulled it up around him. She was somewhat confused by the movement, but then felt the way his cock pressed more readily against her. Unable to summon any other reactions but a long, low moan, she licked her lips and looked down in time to see his body tense. At first, she was quite certain he was going to lash out at her, and her own body tensed, quivering as it prepared to be struck.

Instead, he scooped up her other leg and she gasped in surprise, his cock pressed hard against her clit as he wrapped her legs around him and moved to the bed. Her arms locked around his neck, too afraid to let go and utterly shocked by the turn of events as he moved to lay her back.

When her back sank in to the soft mattress, she lay back, looking up at him, her hands still in his hair, legs spread on either side of him(though only enough to let him rest there), and her full breasts heaving slightly as she took in shaking breaths. Another wave of panic washed over her the moment her head hit the bed and before she realized what was happening, Sasha was gasping and trembling, a panic attack hitting her suddenly and with a force that left her somewhat staggered. Her hands shook in his hair and fear and pain wrote themselves across her delicate face.

She did not pull away from him, but instead simply lay there, looking terrified both by what was happening at that moment, when her entire body seemed to suddenly lock up and make even breathing difficult, and terrified by what was to come, how he'd react. Her hands extricated themselves from his hair, but only barely, before she was covering her face, certain this time he'd hit her, if for no other reason than he was no doubt embarrassed to have a wife so inept she couldn't even stay calm on their wedding night.

"I'm..." she gasped, pain obvious in the syllable. "Sor... ry..." The sounds were panted. "I don't... I don't... kn... know... why...." Tears built in her eyes as she continued to hold her shaking hands over her face, praying to any God that would listen that she could calm down before he grew to hate her. "Can't... breathe..." A hand went to her chest, where her heart felt fit to burst as it pounded so hard it was nearly physically painful. She didn't know where the panic had come from... what had set it off... or what to do about it and the confusion and fear on her face would likely make that clear if he could get her hands down enough to see it.

 

[TirithIre]

Akuma was rather enjoying the little confused looks that she gave... mostly as she also combined those with the needful looks and sounds that he insistantly tore from her body. She seemed to think that at any moment, he was going to strike her... going to throw her away or down and hurt her. He may be a killer, but that hardly meant that he was an un-feeling monster. He had shown much more patience with her than anyone else would have, of that she could be certain!

She may think that she hated him... but the truth was she hated only the fact that she had been put into this situation un-willingly. She hated that control had been taken from her... and that he was 'ok' with this fact. He had already figured out that she had been privvy to something terrible... his mind had rationalized that she had probably seen something that she wasn't supposed to. She was lucky really... she should be dead, cut up like her family... but instead, she was living, breathing.

Of course this was all much different than anything that she had imagined before, but it was clear Akuma was trying his best to show her that she didn't HAVE to fear... she COULD trust in him, he was in no mood to harm her... she was his wife! they were in private... no matter what she did... he wasn't about to hurt her simply for the sake of it... that wasn't his intent. He enjoyed the way that the hairless lips of her womanhood parted for his length, the veined shaft rubbed and teased her hard little sensitive clit.

Yet as he took her to the bed and set her down... though before he could continue tantilizing and exciting her body, she was shaking and clearly panicking. A growl of pure frustration escaped his lips into her heavy full breast, his teeth sinking EVER so slightly into her sensitive nipple before he pulled his head away from her flesh, his hands leaving her ass as he allowed her body to 'fall' those last few inches onto the bed, the soft mat welcoming her.

Even as she staggered to respond and explain herself though, he lifted a finger, and placed it to her lips. " Shh..." He mused, his finger tracing the plump flesh of her lip, he looking to her with a softer smile. " Breathe." He knew what a panic attack was... he had suffered through them... though in much more dire situations than what she had been within... but that was a different tale... one that she could hear about with time if she wished. " Slow... deep breaths... take them."

He was approaching the limits of his patience though with her... and she could tell. He had been VERY accomidating to her... but the hard length of his cock had not moved from her slit... the thick mushroom shaped crown constantly teasing and tormenting the hard nub of her clit as he moved the hand from her lips down and gently caressed a breast, he looking to her. " Be calm... I would not have a wife whom cries all the time even when I do nothing... but try to make feel good."

He remarked quietly... a quiet threat within those words... either she would be quiet... or he would make her be quiet. He was taking one last attempt at 'winning her over' with his kindness... otherwise it was going to be a rather 'rough' ride for her for her first time wrought with her husbands frustration with a clearly inept wife!

 

[Jewelskye]

Sasha's mismatched eyes peeked at him from between her fingers as he shushed her, and for a*moment, she thought that maybe... just maybe... he understood she didn't have a clue what was happening to her... that it wasn't something she'd wanted to happen... that it'd just happened on it's own and now she was struggling to make sense of it while remembering how to breathe. He smiled at her, and she focused on him, her eyes locked with his own, silently pleading with him to help her focus... help her figure out what was happening to her and why the sudden rush of panic had hit her... just... help her.

Her hands lowered slowly away from her face and his finger traced over her full, soft lips as she forced herself to breath more deeply than she had been, forced herself to follow his instructions... breathing slower and more deeply than she had been previously. When he then went on to tell her to be calm and laced it with that gentle, but nevertheless present threat that he didn't want a wife who was constantly crying, her eyes went slightly wide and the shaking grew somewhat worse. For a moment, her fear paralyzed her. He didn't understand she didn't have any control over it in that moment... he didn't understand at all! And he was going to punish her for it if she didn't manage to make it stop.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she sat there, staring at him as she gasped and trembled. "Don't... know... what's... wrong..." she panted, whimpering and looking at the ceiling as she tried to breathe normally, desperately trying to show she didn't want to make him unhappy with her... and she certainly didn't want to be suffering through a panic attack. She'd been trying... so hard since she'd stripped... to do things correctly, to make him happy and give him what he wanted... but still she was failing, and this time it was because her body took over and wouldn't let her control anything... not even her own breathing. "Sorry... so... sorry... so so... sorry..." she whispered, her eyes closing tightly as she struggled to force her lungs to inhale more air than they had been as her head spun from the lack of properly circulated oxygen.

Her hands found one of his own, wrapping their shaking fingers around it, holding it, her thumb hooked with his and her fingers around his palm, in a hold that he could easily pull from, but that told him she didn't want him to be mad at her. She visibly struggled... fought against her own body as she lay there, trying to show him... to prove to him he didn't need to punish her... she could do what she was told, even if she was an awful wife. Bringing his hand up, she pressed the back of it to her cheek and nuzzled at it, her lips brushing it tentatively. "Don't... hate me... please?" she whimpered, her blue eye opening to look at him pleadingly. "Trying..." she added.

It would take a few more moments before her breathing would slow to something more normal, her heart rate easing down slightly, though not completely because when the panic subsided, the fact that he'd continued to rub his length against her sex suddenly hit her. She was wet... dripping in fact... and her virgin slit was quivering somewhat in response. "I'm a horrible wife," she whispered to him, lowering her eyes even as a shift of his hips bumped her clit again and a small gasp left her, her hips jerking as a shock ran through her from the contact. She bit her lip, her hips squirming slightly beneath his own. Her gaze lifted again, looking at him quietly for a moment, unsure what to do... how to make it up to him... erase the anger he no doubt felt for her... perhaps even get him not to hate her... to prove she was trying to be what he wanted. Perhaps if she proved she could try but would still fail... he'd take mercy on her and kill her, instead of making them both miserable.

Submit his voice echoed through her thoughts and she knew that that was the only thing she could do to prove herself... though she had no idea how she would go about that. The concept of submission was alien to her... as foreign as the rest of his world which she'd been forced in to without any thought or question for her own feelings and life experiences. "I'm sorry," she finally said, though the words were quiet, barely above a whisper. Laying back, her head found the mattress and she put her arms up slightly, laying them on either side of her head, her fingers resting against her hair as it spread out around her, and waited. She didn't do anything to physically urge him on, didn't ask him to continue... he'd do it whether she asked or not... so she simply lay back and waited for it to happen. Perhaps... if she tried to be as uninvolved as possible.. didn't try to be too active... he wouldn't take it as her refusing to submit to him... perhaps he'd realize she was accepting her fate.

 

[TirithIre]

How could he understand what was going on? He wasn't in her position... he was doing his damndest to make it so that perhaps... just perhaps she might actually be able to enjoy what he was 'doing' to her. He wasn't trying to hurt her, nor was he trying to bring her pain... but truly, in his own eyes it seemed that after each small movement forwards... she took two steps backwards, and he would not have a wife whom fought him on everything... he would not have a wife whom panicked every time something new happened to her.

Even as she seemed to think that he didn't understand that she didn't have control of this... he looked to her. " I have had panic attack before... it not something that one can control." Again, his English was broken, but it was good for someone not of her home lands... though this WAS her home land now... She would need to learn Japanese, but that would happen with time. Even with all of this though... he felt no hatred for her... perhaps some frustration, perhaps a bit of anger over the fact that she couldn't seem to do the simplest of things... to submit.

Yet even as she said that she was sorry, he looked to her inquisitively. " For being un-able to control your own body? Sometimes... I cannot do that myself..." He remarked... he DID understand she didn't know why this was happening... but the truth of the matter was... it didn't matter. Perhaps of course it mattered in her own eyes that she was failing time and again, but that only would make her own panic rise up again and again. Constantly thinking that he was going to strike her or hurt her... honestly... it had been an hour already, and at no time had he even hinted at striking her.

Of course it WAS an option, just as killing her was an option, but those options were far from her mind. Even as she realized that her own body through it all had still betrayed her by whettening and soaking her own 'flower' in preparation for him, he noticed that she laid back, seeming to relax, seeming to become more... neutral. That wasn't exactly what he wanted by submission... he would have rather had her want his cock, want his attentions considering how good he had made her feel, but this WAS a start.

" I do not hate. I am frustrated, but that is part of being with someone else... no?" He asked, more rhetorically than anything else... and even as he looked to her he could not help but smile comfortingly... before he shifted, the blunt and hardened head of his manhood touching and splitting the lips of her swollen and ready pussy open, the tip just barely touching her entrance, before he slowly... ever so slowly, with so much patience pushed that tip in... Pressing it into her for the first time.

She may think that she would simply be neutral... but he wasn't raping her. He hadn't spent hours hurting her, hitting her, abusing her, making her dread this... and despite her own fears... he seemed to know and revel in the fact that he could and would make her body scream not in pain (although there would be some pain with the first opening of her virgin body), but in pleasure... he would open her 'up' to an entirely new world of pleasure that she had never felt before. If she chose to fight THAT, then there might just be a major problem between them... but she was right of course... he WAS going to have her body, he would consummate their marriage whether she participated or not.

 

[Jewelskye]

Laying beneath him, Sasha looked up at him as he asked his rhetorical question a moment before he was shifting over her, his swollen shaft parting her damp folds. A moment later, he was slowly easing himself forward and in to her. She was plenty wet to make things easy going for him, but he would still feel her impossibly tight sex clenched around him like a vice, and every movement forward of his hips caused her to tense, her muscles tightening further.

She bit her lower lip, discomfort and small shocks of pain going through her as he slowly fed her his length. She couldn't stop the small gasps and whimpers, the soft squeaking sound that formed in the back of her throat, a show that the pain was already starting, though she had no idea that was what to come would be worse.

Lips parting, she gasped and tears built in her eyes as she looked up at him. She didn't fight him, she didn't beg him to stop... instead, she lifted a hand to him, resting it on his shoulder, holding on to it firmly, but not so tight. The other was around his back, palm against his spine, holding on to him as if to reassure herself of his presence... his undeniable strength. Despite the flickers of pain and discomfort she was experiencing, however, it was not all so terribly bad...

Deep down, she felt almost as if something were shifting in to place... as if there were something terribly right about what he was doing... what she was feeling. Her head lifted as she began to act on instinct, lifting her thighs simultaneously, opening herself further and giving him a better, deeper angle to take her at. It would, of course, make her even tighter, and make the pain more intense when it happened, but she didn't know that was she wrapped her legs around his hips slightly.

Her lips met his own, brushing them timidly, as if silently asking him for his attention... asking him to kiss her... to hold her as he took her. Breaking her lips away, she buried her face against the side of his neck, nuzzling at it and whispering against his ear. "I'm... trying..." she managed to get out between whimpers as he moved inside of her, dangerously close now to the soft, small barrier that meant the difference between girl and woman. "I want to be a good wife," she added, moments before his cock came close enough to that barrier for her to feel it.

She gasped, yelping in pain softly, and held on to him tighter, but she didn't try to stop him, simply held on tightly, waiting, pulling back to look up in to his eyes, not saying another word as she waited... waited for the inevitable pain.

 

[TirithIre]

There was no path of this that lead no pain. That was in-escapable, and even as he saw that she was submitting to this, to him, he had to smile, a small soft smile that she could see, and could feel. He was going slowly, at least for now, and even as she clenched her body around him, he could not help but groan softly, he looking to her. " Beautiful..." He purred, his voice so thick with lust, even as he saw the twanged of pain within her eyes.

There was no way that he could stop this first time from hurting... but she was wet enough, thankfully... the horror stories she had no doubt had heard of first times being wrought from un-caring partners trying to push cocks into un-prepared pussies, and tearing such asunder. She was 'lucky' in a way, that this man whom she was married to wasn't such a monster of a man, and rather thoughtful of her needs!

Even as her body naturally took charge of what she needed to do... what she should do, he felt her hand gently coaxing, trying to pull him down to her, whilst at the same moment her hand upon his broad strong shoulder almost seemed to simultaneously want to try and push him away. He was impressed that she didn't do that though, and even as her lips met to his, he listened to her small whimpers as she spoke. " I can see... that you try." He mused near to her lips, he showering her with attention, he not simply lost to his own pleasures, although it was quite tempting to do so!

Even as she gasped and realized the 'moment' had come, he saw that she was pulling back to look into his eyes, he felt the barrier there, he looking right back to her. " I do not take a wife whom is a girl..." He mused, his eyes serious as he looked to her. " I take only a woman, beautiful and strong." He purred, before he leaned down and pressing his lips solidly to hers, he seemed to devour her lips as he pulled his hips back ever so slightly, the blunt crown within her moving from her barrier... much as a battering ram pulled from its course for but the 'power' to bash through so too did his hips thrust forwards.

He sent the entirety of his cock into her then, smashing through her barrier, tearing it along with her virginity asunder as he held her lips captive, not allowing her to escape by moving a hand to hold her neck, not hearing her cries, more feeling them as he barrelled into her, opening the rest of her, soon, the complete feeling of fullness would surround her as his cock 'bottomed out', his pelvis pressed to hers, his cock pulsing within her even as his heavy balls gently rested against the slightly upturned globes of her ass. Only when he was fully inside her did his lips release hers, his eyes on her as he gently ground within her.

" Good... good wife." He panted though, her tight sheath of her pussy was clenching upon the veined thickness that was his cock... his eyes closing for a moment as he seemed to luxuriate within the passion of it all... and yet he didn't allow her time to wallow within pain... instead he gently began to lift and thrust his hips, slowly he fucking her as his eyes were on her. " You feel... better now?" It was a silly, but thoughtful question... he had given her time to adjust... every thrust rubbed the thick lines of his cock alongside her swollen clit... sending delightful sparks of pleasure into her... not to mention the plethora of sensitive nerve endings the veined shaft and tip of his cock were creating by moving, thrusting, opening up her eyes to the world of pleasure that came from being with her husband!

 

[Jewelskye]

He told her she was beautiful and even through her discomfort, Sasha managed a small, bashful smile. The feel of him inside of her was doing something to her entirely unexpected.. It was pulling sensations from her that were somehow both painful and wonderful, and left her breathless beneath him.

The pain, however, did distract her from the pleasure, and as he told her she was a woman… beautiful and strong, as he said… she whimpered. His mouth came down on her own, crushing and dominating her lips at the same time his hips suddenly shot forward, breaking through that thin barrier of resistance within her. A scream left her lips, tears leaping to her eyes and pouring down her cheeks as her legs instinctively locked up, tight around him and her hands gripped at him, nails digging in to his skin slightly as she cried out and gasped against his mouth.

When at last he pulled back, she gasped in before letting out a sob, her body trembling slightly. It hurt… it hurt worse than she’d imagined it ever could. It felt as if fire were coursing through her limbs, radiating out from the place deep within here where they connected and became one. Pain wrote itself across her face, but she still didn’t try to push him away. Instead, she clung to him with desperation, whimpering as he began to grind and move himself in her. The pain was still there, but she knew he was trying to ease it by not being too harsh with her.

As the tears gathered at the corners of her eyes and spilled over, slipping the short distance from her eyes to her temples where they wet the hair there, she bit her lip, afraid he’d be angry with her for crying… again… when he was trying to make her feel good… again. She looked to him, her eyes pleading for some sort of understanding… pleading with him to understand she was trying… she wasn’t pushing him away… she wasn’t begging him to stop… it just hurt.

Unable to meet his eyes as a great swell of shame washed over her knowing she couldn’t even keep from crying when he had given her that gentle threat that he wouldn’t accept a wife who cried at everything he did, she lifted her head and buried her face against his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Hurts…” she gasped softly. She wasn’t aware of it at that moment, but her virgin blood was helping to further lubricate her as her thighs trembled around him and she held on to him, as if silently begging him not to release her… not yet. “Akuma…” she whimpered in to his ear, her eyes closing as she buried her face against his skin, pressing her eyes gently against the place where his neck and shoulder met.

“S-s-so… big…” she whimpered as he continued to move inside of her, her tight walls stretched to what felt like their limit around him as he gently rocked himself in and out of her, forcing pleasure to mingle with the pain she was feeling, only causing her reactions to grow more extreme. Her cries grew louder, her nails bit in to his back, and her body shook beneath his as she gasped for steady breath.

 

[TirithIre]

He knew her first time would be painful... it was why he had spent as long as he had making sure that he had whettened and enflamed the passions that had overtaken her. After all had she not even been aroused... she could imagine how much more painful this would have been! She WAS beautiful and strong, but he also said that as a 'warning' for what was to come... what she was about to face, she needed to be strong.

After that moment, she had a better understanding of why he had said that! Even as her legs locked and tightened around him, she felt how it only served to bring them all the closer together. This was the first time since he had met her that he fully expected the tears that fell. He did not expect there to be none, not for her virginal taking, her pleasuring was lined with pain... the pain of her hymen being broken... she certainly no longer a little girl, but a woman, his wife... his mate.

Even as she pleaded with her eyes he did not yell, he simply nodded to her words. " The pain will pass in a moment... that is why... I do not falter in my movements... if I slow, the pain gets worse... if I move... it becomes pleasure." His words were simple, but knowledgeable. Even as she held onto him he heard his name whispered from her lips as she was able to hold and cling to him as he shifted and rocked, ground his cock, not truly fucking her just yet.

Even as he heard that whimper, a pulsing throb coursed through that thick hard cock that pierced her much as a spear pierced flesh. Even as he heard her cries growing louder, he himself was groaning as he gently nuzzled her head with his own, though it did not take from his movements... soon, when her thighs relaxed ever so slightly the first lifting of his hips began... she able to feel the withdrawing of his cock... leaving only the tip within her, before he thrust it in again, his groin grinding and rubbing her hard small clit, tormenting her with those duelling sensations.

Of course it would hurt this first time... surely she had heard of sex… even if she hadn't had it. Even as he looked to her though he could not help but groan as he looked, watching her as he growled and panted, his eyes lifting, alight with lust and pleasure as he placed his hands beside her head, palms pressing into the mat there as she felt him beginning a rhythmic thrusting, his cock slowly but surely beginning its pounding destruction of all resistance... instead opening her up to all the sensations, sights, smells of this man... HER man working to pleasure her!

 

[Jewelskye]

Sasha was gasping and whimpering beneath him as he continued to rock and grind himself inside of her, still stretching her and forcing her body to accepting him even as it stayed tight around him, almost seeming determined to push him back out as her walls contracted around his length. Every groan, every growl he let out caused a delicious shiver to course down her spine where it reached her pelvis and caused her pussy to pulse around him, reacting to just that simple sound.

Feeling him pull back, lifting his hips so that only the tip of her was still inside of him, she gasped at the sensation, the sudden empty feeling, only to scream, arching hard beneath him as he filled her again, her body writhing in response to the pleasure-pain he incited in her. "Oh!" she cried, her eyes opening to stare at the ceiling over his shoulder as her hands moved to the small of his back, pushing there instinctively, urging him to bury himself deep within her again. There was something instinctive... something deep and driving that begged to have him within her... begged to feel him buried to the hilt, giving her every inch of his length, every ounce of his strength.

Panting softly beneath him, she cried out with each and every thrust he made inside of her, the pleasure and pain warring against her in a constant dance that left her gasping and whimpering, moaning and writhing, screaming and panting... each reaction different, each sound and shift of her body signaling a new reaction to his blissful torment of her young, inexperienced form.

Thought fled her... replaced with only feeling, only sensation as he dominated and claimed her young body with his own, demonstrating just what it was to be possessed by him... to belong to him, a helpless slave to his will. She wasn't even aware she was submitting, too caught up in what he was driving her body to feel, unable to focus on what was happening and realize that she was as much an object now as she ever had been.

One hand fled his back, moving to her own hair, fingers tangling in the long silken locks as she arched and writhed beneath him, full ripe breasts thrust upward toward him, rubbing against his chest occasionally as she panted and moaned, screamed and whimpered. "Oh... god!" she breathed, biting her lip and whimpering before opening her eyes to look at him, to take in the look on his face. It was intense in the same moment it was blissful, and there was an almost animistic glint in his eyes as he claimed her, made her his. The look coaxed another moan from her lips and her thighs parted, spreading wider, lifting more to give him another, better angle and she cried out when he bottomed within her again, the intensity of the situations running higher... hotter.

"Akuma!" she got out on a soft squeal, her eyes closing tight as she held on to him.

 

[TirithIre]

Of course she was gasping and whimpering... the initial fledglings of pain not quite yet flown from her body, he could see that it would be a few moments before she would 'be able' to enjoy the sensations that she was feeling, to feel everything that he was 'giving' to her. Yet even as the sounds of her whimpers drew quiet... he was quite pleased that the sounds changed finally, after an eternity it seemed to the moans that he had been seeking since he had begun to dominate and claim what was his!

He had not yet given her all of his strength, though the scream that tore from her lips as he buried himself back into her somewhat forcefully had him smiling... it was clear by the tone of that scream that it wasn't a pained scared cry, no the sound was deliciously filled with the pleasure and passion that he was 'making her' feel! He could see her eyes, the way that they flickered and seemed to be ripe with the sensations of it all... and even as her hand pressed against his lower back, she could feel his strong muscles working, all to please her!

In this world... she was his slave. His wife yes, but even more so she was enslaved to him... and not truly even simply through the bonds of marriage... oh no it went much more deeply than that. Even as she parted her thighs, her feet still hooked and coaxing his cock to drive into her much as a rider drove their horses to work for them, he groaned as she offered herself more fully to him, he smiling as he saw the passions growing ever higher and hotter.

" Sasha..." He growled, though even as he said it he shifted a tad, she seeing that his weight pressed more into one hand... the other swept backwards, she able to see as he lifted his chest ever so slightly... he wasn't a monster, not dis-figured nor ugly... he was a very handsome man... born into a life much more primal and different than hers.. And yet he cherished her more than he cherished his own life... she was his wife after all, he had to take care of her!

She could feel though fingers scraping her sides, over ribs and belly, over hip and thigh... he stretched a tad, before it seemed his hand found the purchase it sought... she seeing how he hooked his arm behind her knee, and lifting it, his hand slid to her calf as he lifted and stretched the limb, she able to see how he placed her leg over his shoulder and left it there, she stretched so open, the position allowing her to SEE just how open he had opened her, how stretched her body was... but even more so than all of that. She could feel how much more deeply his cock seemed to pierce her... in retrospect it wasn't much at all... merely an inch, but so full was she already, anything more surely was overwhelming! His hand took hers though and smirking into her gaze, he slid it downwards, he 'making her' touch her own clit, to pleasure herself EVEN more as his thrusts became all the 'rougher' with her, his entire body working hard, making hers bounce against the mat ever so slightly as he fucked her with intent and QUITE a bit of enjoyment!

 

[Jewelskye]

Sasha lay there, feeling him shift, watching him as he lifted up on one arm, the strength in that limb he balanced himself on seemingly impassive. In those moments, she was certain she was looking at a man of such impossible strength it would be impossible for another to harm him. Of course judging by the scars here and there on his form, that wasn't true... but everything within her told her he was strong... impossibly, undeniably so.

As he lifted himself up, her mismatched eyes wandered from his face and down over his chest and stomach, watching the muscles working there so effortlessly. The view caused her sex to clench involuntarily around him and she bit her lip, but one hand lifted, touching his chest and sliding her hand over his abs. When he moved one arm to touch her, though, her hand fell away and for a moment stretched over her head as she lay beneath him, almost seeming to lounge for him, to bask in the way his hand's roughened calloused skin caressed her. It felt so very, very good... She nearly purred with the feel of it.

But then his hand found the back of her knee and pushed it up, until it was hooked over her his shoulder. Sasha's eyes opened, going wide at the sudden shift in depth and angle, and no sooner had he shifted himself did she let out a scream of pleasure and pain mingled, feeling him hit such a deep part of her was staggering. His hand, meanwhile, found her own and she watched their progress as both hands moved to press her digits to the hard, sensitive nub of her clit.

Following his guidance, she began to rub it and in short order, she was moaning more loudly beneath him, crying out softly with each thrust, urging him on, begging him for more. "Yes... yes, yes!" she panted softly, looking down to watch him disappear within her. There was still blood clinging to his length, however, and for a moment, her hand went still at the sight of it, her face growing slightly pale. She wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to stop, but logic won out. She'd been a virgin... blood was supposed to happen. It was okay... he hadn't done any true damage.. the pain was almost gone now(though every thrust did still hurt)... she was fine. She just needed to remember to breathe.

Drawing a deep gasp, she moved her fingers once more on her clit, but her eyes stayed closed, unable to handle the sight of the blood, she tried to focus on the pleasure he was driving inside of her. It didn't take but a few seconds before she was panting hard, her hips rocking slightly back against his own, her lips murmuring soft encouragements, begging him not to stop as her clit seemed to swell and grow. She was close... so very, very close... This wasn't the first time she'd touched herself, of course, but this would be her first orgasm... the first time she'd feel such a thing without giving up before it actually happened. "Oh... God!" she gasped, and then, all at once... it happened.

Akuma bottomed out inside of her one more time and Sasha screamed, her head thrown back slightly as her pussy suddenly clamped down tight around him, milking him for all it was worth as her juices flowed copiously over him, her clit suddenly becoming too sensitive to touch. she yanked her hand back with a gasp and a shudder, her breath catching in her throat, holding there, seemingly unable or unwilling to be released.

 

[TirithIre]

He was a man... that was perhaps one of the true few things that could be said for him... was that he was a man. He wasn't a monster, nor was impossible to harm... though a VERY skilled warrior, was a protector of what his, a servant of the clan and of her pleasures. He did feel the incredible sensations her body caused... the way her eyes were screwed shut with the pleasure of it all; it was intensely arousing!

He shivered as her hand moved to the toned and strong muscles of his abs, the way his body worked, she could tell that she was not his first woman... but she was his wife now... so she would be his last. She could feel the strength of his thrusts, the raking of his eyes upon her as though he was trying intensely to memorize every part of her if such a thing was indeed possible.

He had to smile at her little screams... he hearing both the pain and the pleasure of it all... the first time always hurt somewhat... but clearly it wasn't the only thing she neither felt nor was it what she focused upon! He grinned as she 'did as she was told' by his hand and stroked her clit. The evidence of her virginal passing was still there, but even as she trembled, he was impressed that she didn't break down as she might have before, and instead continued her pleasures.

Even as she panted and mewled... he could not help but groan as she did cum, her milking spasming pussy was intense, he pushing, forcing his cock into her even amidst her orgasm, revelling within it... her hand jerked away but his did not... he looking to her as his 'took over', he rubbing her swollen hard clit as he watched her. " That's it... cum all over me." He growled... he relentless with her, demonstrating that even in this, he would do more than what she would... that even in this, he would have his way!

His throbbing pulsing spear of a cock was doing just that however, a few rampantly frantic and powerful thrusts and his cock exploded fiercely, rope after rope after rope of cum spread inside her, bathing her spasming orgasmic pussy with his seed, searing her with even more sensation and pleasure as he growled and panted... his eyes locked on hers as he panted himself... she felt incredibly amazing... and the sight of her there... well it was memorable indeed. Her first time hadn't been so bad at all in his opinion, and with the look on her face, he could tell she felt the same!

 

[Jewelskye]

His speed had picked up as her orgasm approached, and when it crested, finally hitting her like a wave on the rocky shoreline, his hand took over where hers had stopped, causing her body to tense and quiver as she let out a loud cry of mingled pleasure-pain. Her body arched, twisting, writhing as her hands gripped at the mat-like bed he had her laying upon, and still her breath didn't want to come. Still it seemed as if the heavy gasp she'd taken in simply wouldn't release itself from her lungs.

For several long moments, only the intensity of her orgasm, of their shared pleasure as he filled her with his seed, showed upon her face. But after several moments where he was thrusting frantically, emptying himself within her, the breath failed to release itself and Sasha's face grew worried, if not outright panicked. She seemed to open her eyes, to look at the ceiling, then at him questioningly, worry in her eyes as her body trembled and shook in the aftermath of her explosive orgasm, but her lungs refused to exhale.

Tears formed in her mismatched eyes as her body tensed, the muscles of her abdomen tightened, and the leg still on the bed tried to curl itself up, toward her chest, as if she were trying to curl in to a ball. The position she was in, however, made such difficult and so all she could do was move her lips soundlessly, the occasional choked noise coming from her throat as she tried to breathe properly.

In a blind panic, she pushed his hand away from where it was still rubbing at her pulsing, throbbing clit, torturing her sensitive body with his touches even as she fought to breathe properly. Her leg forced its way off his shoulder, wrapping around him once more out of pure instinct, and she continued to writhe beneath him. She wanted... she wanted to breathe. She wanted to exhale and gasp in fresh air. She wanted her body to stop feeling as if it were on ice so cold it burned... and most of all, she wanted to not be afraid.... to not feel panicked.


And then, all at once, as her face questioned him why she couldn't breathe, her eyes rolled back in her head, the apparent intensity of the sensations had caused her breath to hold back while her body fought desperately for air and eventually she lost consciousness, collapsing to the bed beneath him, her eyes closed and breathing normal, a peaceful look on her face as her legs went limp around him, still holding him inside of her.

 

[TirithIre]

He watched her as she arched, twisted, turned and held herself there. He saw the way that she seemed to hold in the breath, and was tempted to try to coax her to breathe, but really she needed to do that on her own... there WAS only so much he could 'do' for her, and breathing was not one of them! Even if the sensations were so intense... he was sure that her natural survival would tell her that she needed to breathe.

Hence even as she looked to him worriedly... he was lost for that moment, the pulsing pleasures of his own cock overwhelmed her. Even as she pulled his hand from her pulsing hard clit, he could tell she couldn't handle more... though she would when he wished it... such was the world now. Even as his eyes began to open just in time to see her eyes roll back, her entire body going limp.

He placed a hand, the back of it against her lips, and felt how when unconscious, her mind could not hold back her body’s needs, the breath did come; passing from her lips as smoothly as water through a stream. He sighed though, and slowly withdrew his cock from her body, gently moving her legs to lay open. He moved and stood though, eyes regarding her for a moment, before he went from the room.

Not for long at all, he went and retrieved some hot water, he bringing it within a bowl alongside a cloth... and when he returned, she was still asleep. He gently used the water and cloth to clean her, most importantly the blood from her slit... he gently pulling the markings of her passing of womanhood from her body. When he was done however he gently stroked her cheek, he smiling slightly. Clearly though afraid of him, of all of this she had enjoyed what he had done. She would need to learn to take the pleasure and the intense sensations without passing out each time... else he would start keeping some smelling salts by the bed. Either way for now, he allowed her to sleep, to regain herself, and to 'come around' when SHE was good and ready!

He WAS pleased with her though... she would wake up afraid that she had disappointed him again... but she had hardly done that. Besides, he had other things of a sexual and pleasurable nature to show her.... she would learn that there was more to being wed than simply laying under a man and taking his seed... at least there was with Akuma... had she been wed to another... that is all she could have had... but with this man... it seemed despite her ill fortune in being in this situation at all, she had 'lucked out' by having a considerate man whom she was able to call her husband!

 

[Jewelskye]

Sasha whimpered as he pulled from her, even in her unconscious state she seemed to 'sense' that he was no longer within her... no longer giving her that blissful and yet somewhat painful "full" feeling. When he laid her with her legs parted, he'd see her freshly used sex, and the way their mixed juices gathered at her entrance, a sign of just how much seed he'd emptied in to her. When he cleaned her, she gasped softly and groaned, turning her cheek in to his hand as he caressed it. When he pulled back to set the cloth aside, she rolled on to her side and pulled her knees up to her chest, nuzzling her face in to one of the pillows laying there.

For several moments she lay there quietly, peacefully asleep, but it took no time at all for her subconcious to take over, flooding her mind with memories and nightmares. Her sweet face turned to a frown and she was soon enough whimpering and twitching in her sleep, shaking her head back and forth now and then, her breathing ragged and everything in her posture saying she was distressed, if not outright terrified. Her murmurs were indistinguishable, just incoherent babbling but soon enough they grew louder, turned in to soft cries and pleads, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes before she suddenly sat up with a loud, heaving gasp, as if she were surfacing after being under water too long. She trembled head to toe, staring around her through wide, confused eyes... clearly she didn't know where she was at first, and her arms circled herself, hugging herself for warmth and comfort both before her eyes landed on him and it all came flooding back to her.

The transportation... the fight between he and his brother... the wedding... the consummation of their marriage.... then not being able to breathe... Oh.. oh no... she'd passed out. Her eyes went wide as the knowledge hit her and she stared at him for a moment, her lips moving but she didn't say anything, clearly suddenly very, very worried she'd made him mad. Her breath left her in a rush and she managed to whisper to him, whimpering as she spoke. "I'm sorry... I don't know... I mean... I didn't mean to..." she stammered, her hands lifting, hastily swiping at her tears. He got frustrated when she cried... she didn't want to cry infront of him anymore... she didn't want to give him another reason to be disappointed in her... to think she wasn't what he wanted... even though the latter worry was already painfully obvious.

Her sex was still swollen from use, aching slightly after what they'd done, but if the gossips she'd heard growing up were right... that was a sign that things had been good. Warrily, she glanced down between her legs, expecting to see blood, but there was none. When her eyes turned toward the water and cloth, she realized what had happened... he'd cleaned her up himself. Surprise registered on her face, as well as a type of quiet awe, as if that were a gesture with far more meaning than expected. Turning her eyes back up to look at him, Sasha stood on somewhat shaky legs, moving to him and putting her arms around him, her head coming to rest against his strong chest. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'll try to be better." Honestly, it never occured to her that the entire reason why she passed out might have simply been because her body was so inexperienced and the intensity might have been too much for her first time, especially when coupled with all the emotional trauma she'd been through since walking in on the blood bath that was her home.

Honestly, he felt... good. He was warm, and strong, and sure in a way nothing else in her life was at that point. And even though she hadn't wanted it, he'd managed to give her pleasure when he took her to their marital bed. She felt guilty for clinging to him as she was... but she wasn't stupid... Sasha knew he was all she had, in the most literal sense. She was in a new place, with no friends... no family left... no hints of her own society. He was everything to her, not because of love or something trivial, but because he was suddenly the only thing that was remotely hers... though it was far more the case that she was his, and she only had the option to cling to him as she was because he allowed her it. She knew at her core that he could have beaten her... he could have forced her under him and raped her... things other men likely would have done when she panicked the way she had... but he didn't. He'd been gentle and patient, though firm in everything he did.

Biting her lip, she stepped back slightly and looked up at him. "I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep without dreams... I... I can stay up until you're done sleeping... I don't want to make*you mad at me," she whispered, and her eyes moved to scan the room, looking for her kimono. It was dreadfully uncomfortable, but she would have to deal... it was the only thing she had, after all.