A Pleasing Bride

Still clothed in her chemise, she lay on the bed beside her naked husband, hesitant of what he may do to her. She half expected him to dismiss all her foolishness and take her virginity as quickly as they had been married. To her surprise, he instructed her to lie on her side, encouraging her to look wherever her pretty little eyes desired.

The Prince willed himself to remain clam. Covered in white and lying next to him filled with curiosity, he couldn't imagine any other woman looking quiet as enticing. "My poor wife," his voice took a playful tone, causing her to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "You wish to please me and you have no idea you already are."

He loved how confused she looked as he continued to explain. "Knowing that I'm the first and only man to teach you such matters is more pleasing than you could ever know." He nodded, smiling as she looked to him for assurance of his words. "You see, my love, you can always tell if I am pleased with you by looking at me."

"You mean at that?" she pointed down towards his cock.

A wide smile was forced from the Prince. "Yes. There are things you can do and say that will always please me, and you can tell by the looks of that."

Her voice was timid but he could tell how serious she was taking the matter. "Can you teach me what to do?"

Her innocence was crippling and he did everything he could not to rush things. It wasn't that he had a problem being looked at, but he was having difficulty staying still. Suddenly he ached for the feel of her lips on his, for his hands to have to opportunity to explore his newest possession.

"Of course, my love," he replied with deepest of grins. "For now, I want you to talk to it. Go ahead and tell it how many men you've been with."

Her brow furled in confusion, but so far the Prince had been very kind and she had no reason not to trust him. She squirmed along the bed to kneel at his waist, not noticing the hissed breath coming from the Prince and her hot breath bathed his manhood. She didn't know why or how it could communicate with her, but she did as she was told. Looking directly at his cock she told it, "I have never been with a man before. I've been saved for my husband, for you."

The Prince quickly flexed every muscle in his groin, making his cock twitch under her eyes. He took such fiendish delight in her squeal. Her eyes grew wide and she had finally smiled, and what a brilliant smile it was. Her head snapped back up to the Prince as she erupted with giggles.

She quickly crawled back up to his side, tempting the Prince further with the sight of her bouncing breasts. "Show me more, your highness. Oh please?" she begged, sticking out her bottom lip a little.

Without any protest, he eased his new wife to straddle him. She watched just as interested as ever as he bunched up her chemise around her knees. He was careful to adjust her to where his member could be cradled loving along the soft flesh of her stomach. He took great pleasure in watching her study his ministrations, looking as though she was attempting to memorize everything he did.

He looked up at his bride, figuring this next part would be the most challenging. "Do you think yourself beautiful, my wife?" he asked, a softness to his voice that made the smile on her face fade.

"I do not wish to answer that question, your highness," she whispered. She had spent her entire life being told that she wasn't, but having the words come from her own lips would be torturous.

His hand reached up to cup her face as his reassuring smile warmed her. "No matter, my love, because it so happens that I find you appearance to be very beautiful." He laughed at her frustrated pout. "I must prove it to you then. Please let down your hair."

She promptly took hold of her braid and began to loosen it. The long, golden waves covered her shoulders and she took careful note in how his eyes raced among her. His breathing had even changed as she lifted her arms to release the upper portion. A small tinge of excitement coursed through her when she realized the same look had been in her eyes as he undressed for her and she was only releasing her hair. The corners of her mouth turned up at the thought. Maybe she would be able to please her husband after all.

"Very good," he groaned. "Now that chemise. Remove it for me, dearest."

She couldn't help but obey his gentle command. She wasn't sure what it meant when he looked at her like that, but she liked it. Atop his lap she pulled the garment over her head at once and tossed them to the floor. The task was difficult for her emotionally and she immediately looked away, not wishing to see the disappointment on his face. She knew her face would be flush and her skin would become even more unattractive as it reddened.

The Prince didn't have any difficulty being aroused at the sight of his bride. It pleased him more than he could ever say how obedient and brave she had been, and he thanked the gods that had blessed him with such a magnificent woman as a wife. She was not the small, frail creature he had often thought other woman to be while in the same position. The Prince thought her a goddess as he struggled to take in every bit of her appearance. Those womanly hips, the small of her waist, the slight swell of her stomach, and those delicious breasts... they had stolen his breath from him.

"Your highness, please stop," her face flushed scarlet with fresh waves of embarrassment. "I do not wish you to mock my size."

"Stop what?" he snorted back at her. He was too distracted to notice the prodding against her stomach that she was referring to.

Her face twisted with contempt for this man. She couldn't understand how he could be so kind one moment and so cruel the next. "Stop poking my belly, sir, please?" Being able to take no more, she tried to swat his hand away only to realize it wasn't his hand. Her eyes opened wide in astonishment and she quickly withdrew her hand.

He could only laugh. "So you really have no idea, my wife," he sighed and reached for her hand. Carefully he brought it back to his cock, coaxing her small fingers around it. "It's for you darling. You may touch it all you like."

She paid close attention while he taught her how to stroke and squeeze gently, all the while amazed. It didn't take long for him to start leaking and he groaned with delight as she continued moving her hand. "Does this mean I'm pleasing to you, your highness?" she whispered, almost afraid of breaking the spell she feared he was under.

"Very much so, my love," he gritted through his teeth.

In a moment, it suddenly wasn't enough. He sat up and pulled her into him, crushing her mouth with a kiss. He had meant to take things slow, to make their first kiss passionate and gentle, but in that brief moment he needed all of her. It wasn't enough to just have her hand, he needed to feel her skin upon his and taste those charms of hers that now belonged to him. They broke away breathless and he searched her face for any clues as to her feelings.

"I'm sorry, my love, for my haste," he barely whispered. "I...I just need you."

He watched fascinated as her eyes seemingly sparkled, a dark tint plaguing the brightness that was once there. He felt her hands snake up his side, one tangling in his hair and the other pushing down on his chest. He fell back against the bed with her, this time, locking lips due to her advances.

The pair explored each other. His bride sighed into their kiss as her hand played with the hair upon his chest. He could only groan as his wandering hands found every soft curve to squeeze and fondle. Gently he rolled her over and trapped her beneath him, free to move his lips wherever he decided. How intoxicating it was to hear her whines of pleasure while he kissed down her throat and ventured towards her breasts.

The Prince captured a breast in each hand and rubbed his thumbs across each nipple, chuckling as a wave of pleasure coursed through his bride. He gently pressed the two orbs together and looked deep in to her eyes as he lowered his mouth to her nipple. Her mouth opened and a strangled whimper crept from her lips as his tongue flicked the sensitive bud.

"My Prince..." she sighed, just to be cut off by his growl.

"No, my love, I do now wish for you to use the same endearments as the rest of the kingdom." He nipped along the tender undersides of her breasts, eliciting more moans. "You are my wife, my life companion, and you should address me properly."

His low, gravely command sent shivers down her spine. "My husband," she purred, her voice lower and more demanding than before. She delighted in the effect this had on him, with his growl and the returned attention to her nipples. "You make me feel so good, my husband."

He continued lavishing her bust, making her giggle and groan with each lick and nip. He especially loved how her back arched beneath him, her silent plea for more. The Prince seemed compelled to abuse both morsels until they stood proud, glistening, and red from his attention. She happily endured the torture.

He lifted his head for a moment and she seized it, grabbing both sides of his face and pulling him in for a desperate kiss. She loved the taste of his lips and hungrily attempted to convey all the wonderful feelings he was stirring inside of her. The Prince eagerly swallowed each of her moans, just enjoying the fact that he could spend the rest of his nights with such activities. She begrudgingly released him, for the first time in her life frustrated that she ran out of breath. The Prince laughed at her discontentment when he refused to be pulled in for another kiss. He had other matters on his mind though, matters of consummation.

"My love, I don't mean to startle you, but I do not wish to surprise you either," the Prince blushed, not knowing how much of her own body she knew or how much anyone had bothered to tell her. From the sound of it, he wouldn't be surprised if anyone from her homeland had neglected to tell her what to expect on her wedding night.

Her face flushed with worry, her eyes racing over his features to somehow find and mend the reason for his hesitation. "What's wrong, husband? Do I not please you?"

He sighed looking into her worried eyes. "My wife need not worry about her pleasing me, for I am pleased beyond all measure, but I must warn you. I fear this next part will cause you some discomfort." He stroked a lock of her hair behind her ear and leaned up to kiss her wrinkled brow. "It'll only be this once, my darling, and then it will feel good."

Her worries melted as she saw the concern pool up in his eyes. She had read poems and short stories about unclaimed maidens and the coming of womanhood. She knew there would be pain, but it would be a pain she would be proud to bear. "I trust you," she whispered.

The Prince gave a wry smile as he rose to rest his weight on his elbow while using his other hand to guide his cock into her depths. Looking down at her, he began to understand what an honor it was for him to have her. It was special. It was the most intimate of gestures and pain that she was surrendering to, and all for him. Her heat seared around him and a struggled groan tumbled across his lips. Slowly he proceeded until he felt her natural barrier and with a quick thrust, he claimed his bride.

His wife clamped her eyes shut, a quivering moan being forced from her as she grew accustom to the feeling of being filled. Had it not been for the Prince kissing away the tears as they streamed down her face, she wouldn't have even known she was crying. All she could focus on was the exquisite feeling having him inside her.

"Say something," the Prince pleaded as every passing second made him feel more of a monster. He didn't like looking down at her pained expression knowing that he was the one who caused it. How would she ever grow to love him if her first and only memory of him was of pain?

Eyes still closed, she licked her lips and hummed. Just as he had promised, the pain was fading and there was an unusual pleasure that was taking its place. "Can you move it again?" she asked, her innocence once again making a heat pool within the Prince's chest.

It took every ounce of control the Prince had to slowly ease out of her and then back in. The smallest, most gentle of motions was making him sweat and he was fearfully worried about what she was thinking.

Her arms stretched out beside her, seeking something that wasn't there. She settled for twisting the coverlet within her fists as the newest of feelings seemed to warm every inch of her skin. He moved out and back in once more, still agonizingly slow, and she arched against him with a low, wanton moan seeping from her being.

Just looking at how she was responding to his touch was unbelievable to the Prince. The way she pressed her breasts against his chest had made his jaw drop, and those incredible sounds she was making. There was no denying it now. His bride took much pleasure from him and the Prince was happy as could be. He leaned down and kissed just below her ear, letting his hot mouth caress skin that had never been kissed.

"Say something," he softly commanded. This time, his desire was to hear her admit what pleasure she was feeling. He was no longer concerned about her being in pain. It was obvious that she was no longer uncomfortable.

"How?" his bride gasped. The Prince had settled into a gentle rhythm and it had driven all intelligent thought away from her. All she could think about was how exquisite he made her body feel. "How do I find words?" she practically begged for an answer. Never before had she been rendered speechless.

The Prince couldn't help but ease into a smug grin. To think that he'd been worried about his wife not enjoying his touch, it was all very clear now. Still, he couldn't resist the tease that presented itself. Without any warning he pulled out and flopped on the bed beside her.

"No, no, no!" she cried, her whimpers being sweet music to the Prince's ears. She sat up panting with frustration and her brow furled in confusion. She looked down at his stupid smile and huffed. "Why?" she pouted.

"I just figured if you couldn't find the words than I wasn't good enough." The Prince took a mocking tone to his voice as he crossed his arms over his chest and played hurt.

It took her some thinking, but realization eased over her. This was something she could fix. "I didn't say the right thing to please you. Allow me to remedy the situation, my husband"

The Prince eyed her curiously, but before he could protest she had shimmied down the bed, his erection inches from that pretty little mouth of hers. It was his turn to be speechless as she grasped his manhood and started to stroke, twisting her wrist with a firm determination in both her fist and her eyes.

"My husband, what a lovely cock you have," she cooed, her sultry words forever etching themselves in the mind of the Prince. No woman had ever made him feel so powerless, as if he were a puddled, helpless lump of a man lying amongst the sheets. Her hot breath continued to tease, "It's so hard and smooth, and it makes me feel so wonderful when it's inside of me."

The Prince watched as she closed her eyes, licked her lips, and proceeded to kiss his manhood. Her lips traveled up and down, each kiss full of want and reverence. She was worshipping his cock and he could only watch in awe. When kissing turned into licks, his head fell back into the pillow with a moan. Then those licks turned into nibbles as she gently sucked along his length, careful to avoid using her teeth, but letting her lips and tongue caress every inch of him. Her movements were too slow to be anything but a torturous tease as she brought the Prince close and closer to eruption.

She loved every little noise that she forced from his lips, every moan being a sure sign of his pleasure. She hummed lovingly as she continued in her ministrations. Maybe if she was good enough her husband would look to her for all his needs and comforting. Her hand snaked up across his chest and she gently raked her nails back down to catch his attention. When their eyes locked, she took the head of his cock in to her mouth and sucked as though the future happiness of their union depended on it.

The Prince seemed to be in a pleasant sort of agony. His grunts and groans grew louder as his wife desperately searched for new ways to bring him pleasure. He felt that all too familiar feeling as his muscles tightened and he scrambled to find the words to warn her. As he had already begun to fear, it was all too late. He came and spurts of cream pulsed into her mouth.

With the first stream, she gave a pleasant sort of shriek, watching as her husband fell to the bed in exhaustion. It took her but a moment to realize that she should probably stay attached and swallow the reward that continued to bathe her mouth. Fighting giggles and wearing the most content of smiles, she ate up every bit of cream he offered. She happily licked him clean and kissed his cock as it resisted to soften.

"Come here," he commanded, his voice deep and demanding. "My magnificent wife, come here."

"Yes, husband," she replied, biting her lip to keep from letting her excitement get the better of her. Carefully, she crawled up his torso only to be locked into the most passionate of kisses as soon as she was within his reach. One moment she was moaning as he took her mouth without reserve and the next she was gasping for air as he flipped her over and drove deep into her pussy.

The Prince's actions were nearly the exact opposite of her own. Where she had been careful and respectful in dealing with his intimacies, he took what he wanted and greedily coaxed every sound he could from her lips. She could feel each fingertip as he gripped her flesh and pounded into her with such intoxicating force. He claimed her nipple and sucked feverishly upon her flesh. He bent and spread her knees further apart to reach new depths within her. His wife didn't stand a chance.

She didn't know why he felt so fantastic or why it seemed as though every nerve she had was exploding, but she reveled in the feeling. Suddenly, her husband felt bigger inside of her and everything he did with his hands and mouth seemed to be more desirable. Frantically, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clutched him her breast. She needed the pressure. She needed the contact. Somehow knowing her need, his thrusts became impossible harder. She felt as if her bones had melted and a tingle started in her toes before traveling up all over her body. She lay stiff for what seemed like ages before her body toppled over in to pleasure and she gently shook beneath her husband.

Watching her succumb to pleasure was ecstasy in itself, but feeling her walls throb around him was heaven on earth. He found his release for the second time and marveled in the beauty of their union. He fell beside her on the bed, quickly gathering her up in his arms. The Prince could feel the reactions of her body as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. How could she ever have thought he wouldn't want her?

"My wife?" he prodded, kissing her hair and loving how she hummed in response. "How do you feel?"

"It's as everything inside me has turned to warm honey. I feel so content and satisfied. Thank you, husband." She nuzzled into his side and sighed. "I suppose I should find my own sleeping chambers. I fear that I won't be able to keep my eyes open much longer."

"I would find that very displeasing, my dear." He laughed and reached to pick up the discarded plate of strawberries. Once settled back in their comfortable embrace, he brought a strawberry to her lips and smiled and as accepted the offer. "You belong here wife, in my bed and in my arms. And before you even dare ask, the answer is yes. You're company and love in my greatest pleasure."