Virgin Tales - Arranged

by Jean-Luc Cheri

I grinned. “I guess I did.”

  “I can be so mule-headed. The truth is, you surprised me too. You were nothing like I expected.”

  “I didn’t have the face of a boar, and the body of a cow?”

  “I’m sorry I said that, and I’m sorry I didn’t listen to my feelings when I saw you.”

  “I’m sorry too, for saying all those mean things. It wasn’t your fault.”

  We were quiet a long moment, smiling softly at each other. Then he spoke.

  “You’re very beautiful.”

  My smile widened. “Thank you. It’s not every day a princess gets to hear that from a handsome prince.”

  I watched as the color flushed into his cheeks, and his lips curled up into a happy grin.

  He stuck his hand out. “Hello. My name is Gabriel, what’s yours?”

  I placed my hand on his. “It’s so nice to meet you Gabriel. My name is Kathryn.”

  He leaned down and kissed the back of my hand, then smiled up at me. “Would you like to go on a picnic, Kathryn?”

  “I would love that, Gabriel. Where would you like to go?”

  He looked around and spread out his hands. “This is as good a place as any. And I happen to have a bag of food with me.”

  I held up my bag. “So did I, but I think my biscuits are soggy.”

  He laughed, and I saw the boy in his eyes. “I brought meats and cheeses. Plenty for the two of us.”

  We sat in the moonlight and shared our picnic meal. It was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me. We talked about little things, like what it was like to grow up in a castle, and have kings and queens for parents. We compared our brothers and sisters, and laughed together as we decided they were all annoying.

  We talked until the sun peeked over the horizon, and we heard the trumpets blare from the castle.

  “I guess they’ll be discovering we’re gone soon,” I said.

  “I guess they will.” He seemed to be distracted.

  “We should be getting back.” I began to stand.

  He reached out and took my hand, holding me in place. “Wait, there’s something I want to ask you first.”

  I looked at him curiously, and then my eyes got wide as he moved to one knee in front of me.

  He took my hand again. “I know we’ve just met, and it’s much too soon for a question like this, but it seems our parents haven’t given us much choice. Kathryn, will you be my wife?”

  My smile spread across my face. “Nothing would make me happier, Gabriel.”

  He smiled back at me, and suddenly I found myself being pulled into his arms. The same arms that had saved my life a few hours earlier. He bent down and I lifted my face. Our lips were close.

  “I think I already love you,” he whispered.

  “And I love you.”

  He leaned closer, and our lips met as we shared our first kiss.

  * * *

  By the time we made it back to the castle, the place was on high alert, with soldiers and guards scurrying everywhere. We walked into the throne room where Gabriel’s parents were having a discussion with the head of the guards. They didn’t notice us until Gabriel spoke.

  “Father, what is going on?”

  All three of them looked at us in shock. The Queen spoke first.

  “Where have you been? We’ve been looking all over for you two.”

  Gabriel smiled and slipped his arm around my shoulder. “We decided to go for an early-morning walk. Is there something wrong with wanting to be with my future bride?”

  They looked even more surprised. “Why are you dressed like that?” The King asked.

  “Because we didn’t want anyone to recognize us,” Gabriel replied. “We just wanted a quiet walk together.”

  The Queen looked at us sternly. “Perhaps you can have the courtesy of letting us know next time, so we don’t raise the alarm.”

  “Forgive me mother, you’re right. It won’t happen again. Now can we go get ready for our wedding? It’s something we’re both looking forward to.”

  All eyes shifted to me. “Kathryn,” the King said, “is this true?”

  I smiled wide. “Yes, it’s true. I’m in love with your son.”

  * * *

  The wedding was incredible. The entire town turned out to see us exchange our vows. My wedding dress was made of beautiful white silk, with a long train that trailed behind me. Gabriel was handsome in his blue military uniform, and he smiled at me as I walked up the aisle. To my surprise, my father had arrived to give me away, and he was overjoyed that I had accepted Gabriel as my husband.

  Bartholomew was the best man, and I saw with satisfaction that he had a black eye and a swollen lip. When my eyes met his, he cast his downward, too ashamed to meet my gaze.

  Afterwards, we all moved to the great hall for the feast. There was plenty of revelry and drinking, but I was glad to see that Gabriel wasn’t partaking in it. I wanted him completely sober for what lay ahead of us. As the day went on, a nervous ball grew in my stomach, not believing I was so close to lying with a man for the first time.

  Gabriel and I danced together, and as he held me in his arms, I felt my body growing aroused from his touch. At the end of the dance, he kissed me, and the crowd cheered. But I barely heard them, focused instead on the feeling of his lips on mine, and the slight touch of his tongue as it tentatively explored.

  When the hour grew late, Gabriel and I said our goodbyes to the cheering crowd, and climbed a long staircase to the ornate guest bedroom at the top of one of the towers. It was decorated beautifully, with sheer silk curtains and flowers everywhere.

  To our surprise, Beatrice and Victoria were there waiting for us, ready to assist me with anything I needed. Gabriel laughed and shooed them away, saying that he would be in charge of undressing me tonight. They tittered with giggles as they left us, and we were finally alone.

  He held me in his arms and we stared at each other, smiling softly.

  “That was fun, wasn’t it?” he asked.

  “Oh yes.”

  “Any regrets?”

  “Not a single one? You?”

  “None for me either. You’ve made me so happy.”

  My smile spread into a grin. “I’ve never been so happy in my life.”

  He leaned down, and we kissed again. It started slow, but as we continued I could feel my desire growing. He was feeling it too, and his lips became urgent on mine, and his tongue darted between my lips. I sucked gently at it, and then returned the favor, tentatively probing into his mouth with mine.

  One of his hands slid down to the small of my back, and pulled me against him. It was then I realized the full extent of his desire, as I felt the long length of his hardness pressing against my stomach. I almost swooned from the sensation, and if he hadn’t been holding me, I may have collapsed to the carpeted floor.

  Our kiss intensified, as his hands moved over my body, sliding down to cup my buttocks. I groaned softly into his mouth from the sensation, which seemed to encourage him.

  My hands gripped his back, feeling the strength of his muscles underneath. After working up my courage, I moved them down to his ass, pulling him tighter against me. My boldness excited him, and he exhaled a sigh of pleasure.

  His hand moved up and cupped my breast, eliciting another groan from my lips, and causing my nipple to swell against his palm. His thumb found the rigid nub and rolled over it through the layers of cloth. I gasped and sucked harder on his tongue, letting him know the pleasure he was giving me. I could feel the wetness of desire growing in my loins, and my inner muscles clenched with need.

  After a moment, he moved his other hand to my breast, and repeated the actions of the first. It felt so wonderful to have this man’s hands on me. I had dreamt that it would feel good, but I had no idea it would be like this.

  I broke our kiss and pulled back slightly. “Since you’ve taken over the duty of undressing me, I want you to know it is time.”

  He gave me a mischievous smile, and t
hen placed his hands on my shoulders, turning me around. His fingers worked deftly on the bow at the top, undoing it and pulling the laces out. I felt the dress loosen and slip down slightly. When it was undone enough, he slid the garment slowly off my shoulders, and then down my arms. His hands moved to my hips, and tugged it down over them, until it fell to the floor.

  Still wearing my corset, I had never been this naked in the presence of a man before, and I felt self-conscious. But Gabriel allayed my fears by stepping close and slipping his arms around my waist. He leaned down and kissed the side of my neck, sending visible shivers of pleasure running through me.

  After a moment, he began working on the laces of my corset. Soon, that garment loosened also, and mixed emotions surged through me. I was glad to soon be rid of that binding garment, but it also meant that I would be naked in front of him. What if I didn’t live up to his expectations?

  His hands returned to my shoulders, and now the corset was being pushed down off me. I took a deep breath as my breasts came free, bobbing slightly but not drooping at all. My nipples stiffened in the cool air, pointing slightly upwards.

  He pushed the corset down over my hips, taking my silken underwear along with it. As the garments puddled at my feet, a sense of surrealism overcame me. Was I really standing here, naked, in front of a man I had not known a week ago?

  He turned me back around, keeping his hands on my shoulders as his hungry eyes traveled down my body. When they came back up they settled on mine, and we shared a shy gaze.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

  With those words, all of my insecurity was gone, and I smiled wide in return. He stepped close and we kissed again, and now I felt the roughness of his uniform against my bare skin. He was wearing several medals, and they pinched the soft skin of my breasts. I pulled back.

  He looked at me curiously, but I just smiled and said, “You’re overdressed.”

  As he began to unbutton his jacket, I walked to the large four-poster bed and crawled up on to it, lying on my side as I watched my husband disrobe. When he removed his shirt, I almost gasped aloud at his perfect body. His muscles flexed as he kicked off his boots, all the while grinning at me.

  When his fingers moved to the button of his pants, I quickly sat up on the edge of the bed and said, “Come here, let me do that.”

  He smiled and walked over, and I spread my legs so that he could stand between them. A large lump pressed out the front of his pants, and I had to resist touching it. Instead, my fingers went to the top button, and quickly undid it. The pants loosened slightly, and I moved to the next. As I worked my way downward, I felt the warm bulge of his cock under my fingers, and another twist of pleasure went through me.

  Finally, the last button was undone, and his underwear pressed out through the opening. I moved my hands to his hips, and hooked my fingers into the waist of his pants and undergarment, then began to tug them down. As they slid over his hips, they caught on his cock, and I had to move one hand to the front to pull the cloth out to free it. As the pants slid down, his cock sprang free, and my eyes opened wide in shock.

  It stood tall and hard, pointing up at an angle halfway between my face and the ceiling. The long shaft was as thick as my wrist, topped by a swollen head with a prominent ridge encircling it. On the underside, the ridges curved up to meet near the tip, where a slotted opening sat, leaking a single drop of a pearly liquid. Below hung his hairy ball sack, which was proportionally as large as the cock jutting above it.

  Two conflicting thoughts burned through my mind. The first was it was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen, breathtaking in its rigid intensity. But the second was that this magnificent organ would never fit inside of me.

  It simply wasn’t possible. Laurette had instructed me about my maidenhead, and had guided me in pressing my finger into my tunnel, so I could feel it for myself. When I had done that, I could feel the tight walls clasping at my thin finger, resisting its entrance with their tight ring of muscle. Even with my lubrication flowing, the entry of my finger was difficult. With that in mind, how could something as long and thick as my new husband’s cock fit in there? I felt the panic rising inside of me as I realized it couldn’t happen. Was he going to be angry with me because we couldn’t consummate our marriage?

  He pushed his pants all the way to the floor and stepped out of them, then leaned down to kiss me. Taking me into his arms, he lifted me up and moved us up onto the middle of the bed, with me on my back and him lying on his side right next to me. He lay with his head resting on his hand, looking down at me with a look of adoration. His fingers traced over my skin, caressing my neck and then moving slowly downward, between my breasts to glide over my stomach, getting dangerously close to my hair-covered mound, then moving back up, cupping one of my breasts softly.

  My body involuntarily twitched in reaction, and despite my fears, I felt a fresh surge of wetness flow inside of me. His cock pressed against the outside of my thigh, hard and warm.

  His fingers gently pinched my nipple, causing a new shudder of pleasure to ripple through me. His eyes looked up to mine.

  “Does that hurt?”

  “No, it feels wonderful.”

  “Is something bothering you?”

  “I’m fine, my love.” How could I tell him the truth? That we couldn’t make love because there was something wrong with me?

  His eyes held mine as he pinched my nipple once again, then trailed his fingers down over my stomach. This time, he didn’t stop, and they brushed against my soft curls before gently settling against my slit. I exhaled an involuntary sigh, and my legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they spread slightly, inviting him to continue.

  He watched my face as his fingers slid into me, and I softly moaned, feeling his touch become slick from my juices. His touch was gentle and caring, and I groaned louder when his fingertip grazed over my clitoris.

  He smiled at my response. “You are so wonderful.”

  “Oh, my love. I have never felt this good.”

  His fingers slid lower, and one pressed into my clasping tunnel. I felt my inner walls grip it tightly, and a flicker of hope flared within me. Maybe he would feel my tightness and realize his cock would not fit. Surely, he could not experience my tight embrace around his finger and not know there wasn’t any possible way I could accept the fullness of his cock’s intrusion. He should now know any attempts to do so would be fruitless.

  But he continued to stare down at me with that loving smile, showing no sign of distress as his finger probed into me. When he reached my barrier, he stopped, held for a moment, then withdrew, returning to my clitoris and rubbing it softly.

  What was I to do? It was obvious he still intended to put his cock into me, despite the fact it was going to split me open.

  He leaned down and kissed me again, and the pleasure of our lips meeting pushed my worries from my mind, at least for the moment. I reveled in the dual ecstasy of his hand between my spread legs, and his tongue dancing against mine. When the kiss ended, he lifted his head slightly and spoke in a whisper.

  “Touch me.”

  Yes! I had wanted to, but I was unsure if it was appropriate. Tentatively, I reached down between us, sliding my hand down my thigh until my fingertips grazed against it. Curling my hand around its shaft, I felt the warm thickness of a cock for the first time.

  It felt odd to me, both hard and soft at the same time. The outer skin was velvety smooth, and could be pressed inward slightly. But underneath, it felt like a solid bar of iron that pulsed with each beat of his heart.

  He gasped as I touched him, and kissed me again.

  His finger continued its caress of my intimate flesh, as my hand held his cock. Instinctively, I knew what he wanted, and began to slowly stroke him. He groaned into our kiss in response, and pressed his hips tighter against me.

  My inner core clenched in desire, and I felt the need to be filled with hard flesh. But what I needed was impossible, and the frustra
tion arose inside of me.

  He must have sensed something, because he broke our kiss and lifted his head, looking down at me with concern.

  “Something is wrong, Kathryn. What is it?”

  “Nothing, my love.”

  He stared at me for a long moment, his eyes seeming to look through me.

  “Kathryn,” he began, “I vow to you that I will always love you, and the only things I ask in return, is that you love me back, and always tell me the truth. So, please, I need to know what is bothering you. Are you regretting our marriage?”

  My eyes opened wide. “No! Of course not.”

  “Then what is it?”

  I looked up at my lover, and couldn’t find the words. Instead, tears welled in my eyes, then overflowed onto my cheeks.

  “Kathryn, speak to me.” He brushed my tears away with his thumb.

  “We can’t make love,” I said, choking back the sobs.

  “Why not?”

  “There’s something wrong with me.”

  He gave me a curious look. “I see nothing wrong with you.”

  “It’s inside. I’m too small.”

  His brow furrowed. “Too small? What do you mean?”

  “Inside. I’m too small for you.” I gripped his cock tightly for emphasis.

  A large smile spread across his lips. “Is that all? That’s why you’re crying?”

  “Please don’t laugh at me.”

  He shook his head. “I’m not laughing at you. You’re worried about nothing. It will fit just fine.”

  I sniffled. “How can you say that? You felt how tight I am.”

  He caressed the side of my face. “Kathryn, trust me. You have nothing to worry about. I promise.”

  “But, how?”

  He grinned again. “I guess I’m going to have to show you.” With that, he rolled over on top of me, settling his hips between my spread thighs and holding his weight on his arms. I felt his cock bump against my tender flesh.

  “No wait!” I said, pressing my hands into his chest.

  “Shhh,” he whispered, “Trust me, we’re going to take this slow.”