He pursed his lips, a soft anger warming in his chest. “I hope you sort of know what’s going to happen tonight?”
She smiled back, mocking. “Yes, I sort of know... but patience, tease me a bit more...”
Marius lay down next to her, then and kissed her softly, caressing her body, and he was already bored a bit, his mind drifting to Kyle, to his firm muscles and tongue, their passionate wrestling...Fuck this shit...
Seraphina pushed him away, sitting up. “I’m ready, I think... I need to give my virginity to the god.”
She looked at the statue, nervous, and Marius’ lips curled into a mocking smile. “You really want to do this stupid tradition?”
Seraphina turned to him, wide-eyed. “You will anger the gods talking like that!”
Marius lay back on the bed. “Nonsense, but be my guest... or, you can just come here and sit on me instead of that horrendous piece of wood.”
He grinned, and her face darkened. “Very funny...” but her eyes went from him to the statue, and she licked her lips, nervous. “The god will open the way for you...”
Marius laughed. “I’m pretty sure I can do that myself.”
She shot him an angry look and walked to the statue, scooting over it, the wooden phallus lined up with her cunt, and Marius shook his head.She’s fucking going to go all the way with this... what the fuck? Good thing I’m a bit drunk...
He watched her breathe in deep and lower herself on it, stopping halfway, happy. “I think it’s done.”
Marius smiled mockingly.Sure thing, love, that’s not even half of what you can take in... “Come here already and leave that horrid god.”
She crawled on the bed and Marius pushed her down into the mattress, lying on top of her, his patience on edge. “Let’s stop this nonsense... you want to become a woman tonight, or not?”
She nodded, her eyes wide, pinned down under his weight.
He grinned. “Good!” Then kissed her hard, making her writhe under him, one hand pinning her hands above her head, his mouth roaming her neck, licking her skin. She panted and moaned, trying to free her hands, or throw him off, but he was too heavy, and she panicked a bit as she felt his thighs push hers apart.
She moaned into his mouth. “No… wait...”, but he kissed her words away, sealing her mouth, and pushed inside of her, breaking through her barrier, making her howl into his mouth. He moved then, fast, thrusting into her, her whole body rocking under him, her screams filling the room, slowly turning to wails and sobs as her pain mingled with pleasure, his breath in her neck.
He hooked her leg over his arm and fucked her harder, not caring about her cries, her arms pulling at his hand. She was so fucking tight. There was no way he could hold out for long, but he waited until she came through her pain, her loud wails melting into sobs.Good girl.He came inside of her then, hard, rocking his hips until he filled her to the brim. He let her go and rolled off her, propping himself on one elbow to look down at her face, long rivulets of black tears running down her cheeks, her make-up smudged, her hair a mess.
Her eyes blazed as she hissed. “Bastard!”
Marius smiled down at her. “Is this the way to thank your husband for your wedding night?”
She turned her head away, her tears spilling, and a pang of guilt ran through him.
He gently cupped her chin and turned her head back, wiping her tears. “Was it that bad?”You came though...
She looked at him, her eyes wide, bathing in anger. “Will it always be like this?”
Marius shrugged. “No, not always. We could take it slow next time... I guess I got carried away by your beauty...”
She blushed slightly at his lie, but her eyes shone with a new light, a twinge of hate mingled with her newly born womanhood.
He lay down, drained, pulling her reluctantly into his arms. “Let’s sleep...”
Seraphina lay still on his chest, her hand on his muscles, her feelings fighting inside of her.
Next morning, they woke late, and Marius got up straight away, ringing for breakfast. They dressed, silent, and Seraphina walked out onto the terrace to admire the view. She was still sore from last night and a bitter feeling crept up her throat. This was what she could expect for the rest of her life with him? She watched him walk out to join her and her heart beat in her throat.
He smiled at her. “How do you feel on your first morning as a married woman?”
She smirked. “Sore.”
Marius’ face darkened, but he didn’t comment.
