The Knight

Isabelle grinned as her servents folded the train up behind her, and undid the hidden clasps on her skirt. The dress was shortened tremendously, allowing Isabelle greater freedom of movement.

Isabelle was hanging onto her wife through most of the feast, and while she sampled some of everything for the delicious tastes, her mind was on nothing but Rose all night.

"Love," she whispered into her ear, "I can't wait to be alone with you at last. I love you."
 
Rose smiled and kissed her wife's cheek softly, whispering back.

"I love you as well."

She giggled softly as Isabelle was stolen away by her father for a dance. She watched the two of them dance with the other couples on the dance floor. The king smiled to his daughter as he waltzed her around.

"You are truly beautiful tonight m'dear. I can not wait till you and Rose take over after us. I am sure the kingdom will prosper under your guidance."

He looked around for a moment before he leaned close, whispering in Isabelle's ear.

"Do not be afraid tonight. Your wife will give you a special present tonight."

The king chuckled softly at is daughter's blush and kissed her forehead for a moment.

"Now go. Your love is waiting."

Rose stood as he saw the king push his duaghter in her direction, holding her hand out for her to take.
 
Isabelle smiled happily, taking Rose's hand. She only vaguely considered her father's words. A special gift? What else could she give her? The gift of her Self, of her Love, was enough of a gift to keep her happy and content for the rest of her life. Everything else was gone from her mind, even the political worries that had pressed down upon her before the wedding were gone.

Isabelle pressed in close to Rose, grasping her hand, and pressing her lips to Rose's. With growing passion, Isabelle wrapped her free arm around Rose's waist, pulling her in close. She sighed softly, thinking to herself that this, this right here, was enough of a gift.
 
Rose gave a soft shiver as her wife pressed against her closely. She was happy she had Gaberiella had a few layers of cloth beneath the skirt, though she wasn't sure it would keep her safe for long. She mmed softly as she returned the kiss softly, one arm around Isabele's waist. She broke the kiss before she lead her out to the middle of the floor with the other couples.

A large space was given to the royal couple as they swayed and danced to the music. Rose smiled as she gazed into isabelle's eyes deeply. It seemed that the time was too short when the Queen interrupted them.

"I believe it's about time that you two left, don't you agree? There is a carriage waiting for you to take you the little house we had set up for you on along the sea coast."

Rose tilted her head for a moment and then grinned, leading Rose out towards the carriage.
 
Isabelle blushed lightly, feeling herself once more the center of attention. She pressed close as she could to Rose as they danced, feeling a feeling of frustration beginning to rise for all the layers of cloth between their bodies. She wanted desperately to see, and feel, Rose's body. Her rising lust was a new feeling, one that she had no shame in admitting to herself. Their love was now official, their souls and fates joined to one. Their gaze locked, and their eyes became lost in the depths of their twin but joined souls.

They were jolted back to reality by the Queen's touch, and voice.

"I believe it's about time that you two left, don't you agree? There is a carriage waiting for you to take you the little house we had set up for you on along the sea coast."

Isabelle gasped. She wanted to remain close to Rose ... but the seaside house, represented the privacy, the alone time, that Isabelle had wanted with her for a long, long time. She then shivered, realizing how much closer she was to really getting to know Rose intimately.

The carriage was lovely itself, white and fitted with flowers and ribbons, and driven by a man in a white velvet uniform.

The interior was padded red silk, and Isabelle grinned at Rose, holding her hand out imperiously.

"If you will assist me into my carriage, my wife?"
 
Rose giggled and grinned, winking playfully. She held her hand out for Isabelle to take as she stepped up into the carriage.

"Your carriage awaits love."

She climbed behind Isabelle. She enjoyed the wonderful view of her wife from behind and reached up, a hand running gently over her soft rear, giving a gentle squeeze before Isa belle sat down. She pulled the door closed behind her before sitting down behind Isabelle.

They waved goodbye to the others as the carriage pulled away before Rose pulled Isabelle close and kissed her softly and deeply. She mmed softly at the wonderful feeling of their soft lips pressing together. It didn't seem long before the driver called to them as they held each other in the carriage.

"We have arrived m'ladies. I shall be back to pick you up in a few days."
 
As Isabelle climbed into the carriage, she yelp!ed then giggled as she felt her wife's hand graze her rear. She wriggled slightly, felt a squeeze that prompted a very soft moan, then sat. She beamed at Rose, and kept her eyes on her wonderfu, lovely wife even as the both of them waved to their family, friends, and loyal subjects as the carriage pulled away.

Rose pulled Isabelle close, and pressed her lips to hers. Isabelle moaned very softly, as their lips pressed together, caressed, eagerly. Isabelle had no sense of time, feeling only the increasing heat and tingle between her legs.

"We have arrived m'ladies. I shall be back to pick you up in a few days."

Isabelle pulled away from Rose's lips, with a soft whimper ... but the realization that shortly they would be alone together.

Isabelle opened the door on her side of the carriage, stepped down to the ground, and held her hand out to help Rose out of the carriage. She smiled happily, her eyes still locked onto Rose's.
 
Rose smiled down at Isabelle as she took the offered hand. She stepped down carefully before waving the the driver before he drove off. She took a moment to look at the wonderful scenery,the forest off in the distance, and the ocean nearby as well. The cottage was small, just the right size for two people to spend a few days in.

She grinned and then gently lifted her wife up into her arms, carrying her to the cottage. She carefully opened the door before carrying Isabelle over the threshold. She didn't close the door, but let her wife back on her feet before pulling her close.

She pressed her lips hotly against Isabelle's, kissing her deeply and eagerly as her fingers ran along her back. They slide along the back of her neck and through her soft strands. Her other hand ran over her soft rear, squeezing deeply and gently.
 
Isabelle took a deep breath, drinking in the salt air. Yes, just the place for them to get to know one another. So nice, quiet, apart from the rest of the world.

Isabelle eep!ed softly as Rose picked her up effortlessly, and she smiled widely, throwing her arms around her lovely, strong wife's neck.

"Oh love ... such a romantic."

Isabelle was carried over the threshold, making her blush softly. She was set back onto her feet, and Rose pulled her close.

She could sense the difference in the way Rose touched, kissed, her now. Their lips met, and Isabelle parted hers slightly -- it seemed right -- and her tongue ran along Rose's lips.

She moaned softly against Rose's lips as she felt eager hands on her back, one sliding up to her head and caressing her hair. The other she feels on her rear, pressing in against the many layers of her skirt, and squeezing.

Isabelle rested her hands on her shoulders ... hesitated a moment ... then slid one hand down Rose's chest, fingertips teasing at Rose's cleavage and the soft swell of the exposed part of her breasts. A small sample, a slight touch of Rose's body and Isabelle moaned softly again, her body tingling with eager anticipation.
 
Rose mmed softly as she felt Isabelle's fingers playing against her skin softly. She parted the kiss softly, breathing a little faster. She licked her lips softly as she smiled to her wife.

"I love you."

Her bosom rose a fell with her breathing, her heart beating faster. Her nipples were pert with arousal, poking against the silken fabric. She could feel that it wouldn't be long and not even the many layers of materail would be able to hide her secret. A slight bulge was already beginning to form, pressing gently into Isabelle.

Her fingers stroked softly up along Isabelle's spine as she leaned forward to kiss and nibble at her love's soft neck.
 
"I love you too."

Isabelle moaned very softly, holding and caressing her wife's head, running her fingers through her hair. She was oblivious to the gentle pressure against her body from under Rose's dress. She was beyond noticing anything but her lover, her wife. The Self she was, the uncertain something that just made Isabelle feel safe and secure.
 
Rose mmed softly as she tasted the sweet flesh of her wife. She continued to concentarte on her slender neck, her fingers sliding up along her sides. She had rose pressed against the wall gently, nuzzling into the curve of her neck. The bulge beneath her dress grwe bigger, pressing into her love's body more deeply.

Rose took a deeply breathe as the dress was feeling suddenly too tight. She felt that she needed to shed it, but she wasn't able to do it herself.
 
Isabelle gasped in surprise, noticing now for the first time how Rose's body seemed to be ... bulging strangely. She felt downward to the ties that were holding her dress on, and began undoing them. She was confused but she felt such love for Rose that she wanted to remain near her, see her, feel her.

Isabelle's hands were shaking in anticipation but was able to loosen Rose's dress, her fingertips now able to brush against Rose's bare back.
 
Rose smiled as her wife's fingers found the ties and undid them. She felt her dress lossen, but she pulled away from a moment, as she kept the dress up. She moved quickly over to the door and closed and locked it. She giggled softly before moving back to Isabelle and kissed he softly before taking one of her hands and leading her to the bedroom.

The bedroom was lavishly decorated, a large King size canopy bed against the far wall. The curtains had been drawn, but candles were lit all around the room. Rose petals had been scattered all around the room as well, filling the air with a lovely scent.

Rose led her wife to the bed and laid her upon it gently before standing up. She was stil hold her dress up with one hand. She took a deep breath for a moment before she slowly pulled her dress down to reveal her nude body to her wife. HEr skin was a creamy white, her body well-toned. Her breasts were a supple c-size, capped by perky pink nipples. Her stomach was taut and smmoth. She had to fumbled a little get get the dress down over her slender hips, the reason soon apparent. Rose was different, she had a cock which was standing fully erect and thick. She blushed softly as she felt her wife's eyes roving over her and stopping on her shaft. She whispered softly, a little frightened.

"Do I scare you like this, love?"
 
Isabelle gasps quietly, seeing her wife's body slowly revealed to her eyes.

Down to her hips, her look was one of admiration and arousal. When she finally pulled the dress free from her hips, her look changed to one of confusion.

"Do I scare you like this, love?"

"I ... no ... I am ... confused...."

Isabelle had resigned herself to loving a woman, and never having children through natural means. Seeing her wife with a cock, which she had always been taught was part of a man, not a woman, made her ... uncertain what to think.

She looked at her cock, really looked at it. It was part of her. It was ... beautiful like the rest of her. After her initial shock, she realized she was becoming aroused by her wife's cock.

She looked up into Rose's eyes.

"Rose, I love you. All of you. Nothing can ever change that."

She smiled, eyes growing wide with anticipation.

"Now ... help me out of this dress," she whispered.
 
Rose smiled as her wife voiced her approval. It made her so much happier that she didn't get rejected. She moved to the bed and pulled Isabelle up into her arms, kissing her deeply. She mmed softly as her shaft brushed lightly against the soft material of the wedding dress.

She reached behind Isabelle, feeling for the buttons before opening them slowly. She licked lightly along her love's cheek to nibble on her earlobe as she helped pull the dress down from her. She pulled the outer most layer down along Isabelle's body, dropping on the floor. Next came the hoops which made the skirt bellow out, and finally the knickers she wore beneath.

Rose took a deep breath as she looked down at her wife's beautiful naked body.

"So beautiful, love.."
 
Isabelle sighed deeply as her dear wife Rose lifted her off the bed and into her embrace. Their lips met, and their moans minged as their tongues did as well, in a deep, hot kiss of passionate love that was a sign of what was to come later in the night.

As Rose began undoing the buttons of her dress, she licked along her cheek, then to her ear. She squealed softly as she felt Rose's teeth tease her earlobe, and her hands ease down her dress. Wriggling, shrugging, out of it, she felt her breasts finally freed from their confinement, to brush lightly against Rose's.

She giggled softly as Rose worked the buckles of the hoop she had been wearing under her skirt, and began to wonder if Rose would have any energy left for her after removing her garments.

It took longer than either of them wanted, but soon enough Isabelle was stepping away from her knickers, and she smiled at Rose. Her pale pink skin was a shade darker than Rose's. Her breasts were a little more than a pert handfull, but smooth and soft, and her dark red nipples stood out clearly both in color contrast and in obvious arousal at being naked under her wife's gaze. Between her legs was an untrimmed tangle of hair as bright red as that on her head.

"So beautiful, love.."

She blushed lightly, and quivered in anticipation. They were together, joined for ever, naked, and held no secrets (no, Isabelle had one secret. Her magic. She would tell her wife this at the appropriate time, which this certainly was not!).

Isabelle watched, wide-eyed, to see what Rose would now do.
 
Rose sat there for a moment longer looking over her wife's exposed body. She smiled and moved over the top of her, kissing her softly. Her tongue licked gently over Isabelle's lips before nibbling softly on her lower lip. Their breasts pressed together softly, moaning softly as pleasure was sent through her with the contact against her erect nipples.

She mmed softly as her cock pressed gently between their bodies, pressed against Isabelle's soft flesh. She lifted her hips a little and reached down, guiding her tip towards Tsabelle's virgin passage. She gasped softly at the feeling of the wet folds against her sensative flesh,savoring the feeling for a moment. She began to lower herself downward, slowly pushing into her wife. She gasped deeply at the extreme tightness of her. And that was only with her tip inside her.

"So...tight...ready,,,love?"
 
Lowered back to the bed, Isabelle found herself staring up lovingly at her dear wife Rose. Rose, who had loved her from a distance for so long, who rescued her from an unpleasant fate, who now Posessed her utterly.

Rose was over her, pressing their lips together again, then licking and nibbling on Isabelle's lips prompting a soft moan and wriggle from her. When their breasts pressed together, erect nipples pressing into each others' breasts, they moaned together, feeling a shudder pass through both of their bodies at once.

Isabelle then gasped, her eyes wide with anticipation, and maybe a little fear, as Rose's cock was between her legs. She spread her legs widely as she could, and shivered to feel Rose's hand between their bodies, guiding her cock into Isabelle's untouched body.

She squrmed to feel Rose's cock in the folds of her sex, where til now no more than quick, shameful fingertips of Isabelle's curious explorations of her own body had been. She groaned more loudly feeling Rose penetrate into her until there was Resistance. It was only her tio, but Isabelle felt stretched so far open,

"So...tight...ready,,,love?"

Ready? Isabelle intellectually knew there was more but, to hear her love gasp out the question ....

"Yes," she said huskily, her hands gripping the bedsheets and her legs spread open and slightly raised up. She knew what this moment would bring: Pain, but only briefly, followed by ... ?? Her teachers, parents, and textbooks had never really said what followed, like they were afraid of harming or corrupting her somehow. Or, perhaps, they felt that the moment, unexplained, would be all the better for the sense of mystery and anticipation that led up to it.

However it would be, Isabelle was ready....
 
Rose took a deep breath as she looked down at her love. Her hand slid to either side of her, holding herself up for balance. She shivered as she felt herself being squeezed by Isabelle's tight sex.

In a moment later, she pushed her hips downward towards her wife. She gasped louder as she felt a little ristance and then she was sliding deeply into that tight passage. She cried softly with a mixture between pleasure and pain as she was squeezed tightly. This was a new sensation for her, as she buried her self into Isabelle, even as far as her tip pressing against ISabelle's cervix.

It seemed right for her to begin to pull out and then back in. She was going slowly, moving deeply with each tight, deep thrust. She was gasping for breath, her breasts heaving up and down with each breath. It was almost too much for her and she could feel herself heading rapidly towards a climax.

"Ohh...love...oohhhh...."
 
She groaned in pain as she felt her wife press into her tightness, feeling a sudden ...
ripping ...
and she knew she was bleeding.

A ragged cry came from her throat, feeling Rose press deeply into her, deeper than she thought possible, and Isabelle had the vague idea that it was over.

But Rose pulled out, causing a fresh wave of sensation over her. And Rose thrusted back into her. Her hands clawed tightly into the bedsheets, and as though on instinct she pressed her hips in turn against Rose's.

Slowly, hesitantly, though she felt lingering pain and worry and blood, Isabelle began moving her body in rhythm with Rose. Rose, who was gasping for breath, shuddering, quivering in every part of her body ...

"Ohh...love...oohhhh...."

Isabelle shuddered, and felt her Insides clench against Rose's thick, stretching, throbbing cock.
 
Rose shivered and closed her eyes as she arched her back. She tried to hold out, but it was too much for her first time. Her thick cock seemed to swell a little bigger just before she felt herself hit her climax. She cried out as she suddenly plunged herself as deep as she could into her wife.

"Isabelle!"

Her hands grasped at the bedsheets tightly as her hot seed penetrated deeply into ISabelle. She didn't believe how much she could cum as she felt Isabelle's tight pussy squeezed her for all she could give. She panted softly as she gave the last that she could, laying down on top of her love gently.

She wrapped her arms around her tightly, holding her close as she stayed within her, even as she was slowly softening.
 
Isabelle saw her love's back arch, saw her shudder, clench, then abruptly she felt Rose's cock swell within her as she plunged her self deeply into Isabelle's body.

"Isabelle!"

"Rose!"

She felt her love explode inside her, could feel her hot cum seep into every interior crevice, and the feeling sent her over the edge and Isabelle climaxed with a loud cry, her insides milking and squeezing Rose's cock to get every last drop of seed out of Rose's body.

Rose eventually stopped, laying down on Isabelle's body, though Isabelle's starved pussy refused to believe that was all, clinching and milking at her cock for some time after she had given all she had.

Eventually, that too stopped and Isabelle felt a deep pleasure settle over her, a contentment deeper than any other she had ever felt. Her Love's seed was in her womb, her wife's cock, softening though it was, was still within her.

Isabelle cooed softly, wrapping her arms around her Love's body, kissing and nuzzling at her neck.
 
Rose mmed softly as Isaelle kissed and nuzzled at her neck. She rans her fingers lightly along her Love's back, running gently along her soft skin. She closed her eyes a little, her energy spent. She cooed back gently, kissing Isabelle on the cheek softly.

She soon fell asleep, holding her wife close to her. The candles soon burnt themselves out, pools of wax where they sat. The night seemed to pass too quickly for Rose, as the sun shone into the room. She mmed softly as she opened her eyes to see her wife laying beside her asleep.

She reached over and stroked her fingers lightly along the soft curves of her side, enjoying the feel of her skin. She lifted up and kissed Isabelle's cheek softly, nuzzling gently before she slowly sat up.
 
Isabelle shivered slightly, feeling her arousal growing once more as her wife gently ran her fingers across her body, kissed her cheek, and cooed back to her. She felt her love's cock slip out of her body, and she whimpered softly. She could tell Rose was spent. Her eyes closed, her body went limp, and Isabelle sighed softly, having to content herself with simply holding her love's sleeping body close to hers.

Eventually, feeling warm and safe, and finding strange comfort in the feeling of blood and cum coating her inner thighs, Isabelle drifted asleep in Rose's arms.


Isabelle found herself caressed into wakefulness the next day, by Rose's fingertips, her lips brushing her cheek, and her tender nuzzling. Rose opened her eyes to see her wife sitting up in the bed beside her. She felt slightly sore from last night's love-making, but still felt a soft glow of contentment.

"Morning," she whispered, reaching out and lightly touching Rose's lower back with her fingertips.
 
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