[M] Eye for an eye

Words did not matter anymore. He spoke about having something to do. Whispers in her ear which did not even seem to lock into her mind. She looked away. Her father joined in the tent for the ceremony and her husband undid himself from his clothing but watching him strip down was not something she could do.

She was raised for this. Had been permitted to live for this. Now she had to pay the price for her happiness and safety. She had wed this man and now she would have to bed him as well. However sick it made her feel inside.

At first she just let him do as he pleased once he had pushed her down on the bed. She turned her head to the side staring at the wall trying to get used to not only his touches and kisses but also the, what seemed like a thousand, eyes looking at the two of them. If this was supposed to be her first time. She had atleast hoped it could be a bit more romantic.

His hands strayed down touching her on places she had never even really dared to touch herself. Even while cleaning she still felt innapropriate and not ladylike. Now she understood why. Not only was he getting more excited by the state of her body. She also felt herself grow more into it. Her body arching towards him and her mouth opening making with each breath she released small sounds which seemed a bit higher pitched than normal breaths. Her hand reached for him stroking through his dark hair before she pulled his face towards hers and kissed him deeply pulling him more on the bed so both were laying on the sheets and fur covers.

In that moment she understood. It all seemed to fall away. The coughs and eyes of the elders. The laughter outside of their tent and the candle's that flickered with there movements. All that remained was him. Him and her. This was her role, this was why she was created. Why god had allowed her of all people to walk the earth.

Her hands moved down over his chest before she slowly kissed down the many scars and muscle lines. With precision and soft hands she tugged at his pants losening them up and pulling them down softly. Here she had to stop for a second and take a deep breath seeing him in all his 'glory'.

Her maids had told her what it looked like she had laughed her ass off back then. But now she just felt her throat going dry. 'yep. yep he'll break me' It was a painfull truth with which he had to quickly come to terms with to not ruin everything right now. If he saw her struggle he'd surely just force her down even harder for his own enjoyment.

It took her a few small breaths before she pushed her lips on him again and moving herself over him a bit. A risky move definetly. But she begged he would atleast find this humorous and let her do. She wanted to determine the pace if not he'd destroy her insides.

Her hand reached backwards softly stroking his already hard member. The texture made her shiver a bit but she smiled again sitting down on his chest and pushing her lips on his again as she moved her lower body backwards letting them meet eachother.

Another wave of what felt like thunder rushed through her body and she bit his lip a bit keeping a soft groan down before she moved herself upwards and led him slid inside of her.

Breath stocked in her throat and she clutched her lips together moving upwards and away from him as he slowly sinked in deeper inside of her. She felt like puking knowing this wasn't right. No this couldn't be right. This had to be an insane joke and she'd wake up in a minute still completely intact and unmarried. Or atleast she hoped so as she pushed though feeling how he filled her up untill she sat on him again. Another moment of breath. Another few blinks staring at the cieling before looking down at him again her eyes wide with fear and obvious pain. Please let this just be it, let's be done with it. This was it right?

  He took control over her and she had nothing to say or do to make him give that control back. She had been blessed to be able to decide the pace of their first.. contact but as he pushed her back into the bed she forced her eyes shut in fear of the pain that was about to come. She wished she could scream, scratch him and get him away from her as he forced himself onto her. It was more painfull than she had ever imagined and without daring to look she was sure blood was slipping out of her. She felt like dying but knew that there would be no way out. This was her life now. She had to take it and accept her fate..

Night fell and people left their tent leaving them to there own and she had to wait and endure till deep into the night untill he finally stopped his assault on her virginity. Left broken and breathing heavy she found the covers to hide her skin under. She wanted to dissappear. Forget that she ever excisted but with the man falling asleep nextto her she knew there was no escaping. The dim candle light lit up his face showing every line and scar he carried. He would be so easy to remove from this world and yet there was no power in her to do so. She was weak. And she couldn't revenge what he had done to her. Instead she curled up away from him. Her back turned towards him covering her naked body as much as she could and drifted into sleep after silently crying for what seemed like forever.

She groaned softly. Her legs shifting together as she felt something move between them. Even while still in a light slumber she could swear her body was being touched and tried to move away from it. Not yet ready to open her eyes and face the light of day once more. Something leaned over her. A rough breath touching her ear and neck as the man whispered to her. The words made her groan softly hugging her pillow tighter. "I'm sleepy." She was vaguely aware of his fingers touching her in places she didn't want him to be but stopping him was pointless. Even while half sleepdrunk she knew it was. so she rolled herself somewhat on his belly to atleast escape his hand on her breast and spread her legs a bit for him. In a half attempt to get his hand away when it wouldn't be trapped between her legs but as well to give herself more space. It still hurted, it felt like throbbing in pain mixed with pleasure as the man moved her but all she could do was groan and tilt her head slightly towards him. "Atleast give me a goodmorning kiss first." She whispered soft her eyes still closed. It had been more sarcastic than serious and she hoped he'd keep his filthy lips away from hers but hell. She was so much of a morning person.