Breeding on Our Honeymoon

Author's Note: All participants are over 18 years of age, and this is purely a work of fiction, it in no way represents the true character of any real persons depicted.

'Thank you! Thank you all so much for coming out to the show tonight! Goodbye and goodnight!' Under raucous cheers, Kureiji Ollie made her way off stage. Her concert had been a great success, and now that it was over, she felt a great sense of relief. She had a light, airy bounce to her step as she skipped backstage, still giddy with excitement while her beaming smile stretched from ear to ear.

She was heading for her dressing room when a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. 'Psst... Ollie, over here.' Her head whipped around in the direction of your voice and her eyes lit up as she spotted you. She gasped and hurried over, looking around to make sure that no one else was in the vicinity.

'Wh-What are you doing here?' she said, her voice quivering with excitement.

'I had to see you come and perform of course!' you whispered excitedly. 'But then when I saw you up on that stage, so beautiful in the spotlight I just... I couldn't help it. I had to come and see you properly so I could say hello.' Her eyes sparkled as you took her hands in your own and smiled at her. 'I-I know you said that we had to keep our relationship a secret so I snuck back here, I'm sorry if I've made things difficult for you.'

She silenced you with a kiss and then shook her head. 'Don't be silly. Come on, follow me this way, quickly.' She urged you as she then hurried through the narrow corridors and dragged you along behind her, sneaking you through more of the backstage area before getting to her dressing room. Once inside, you were all over each other, your arms wrapped around one another as you pressed your bodies together as closely as possible while making out heavily, hardly even giving yourselves any time to breathe.

You eventually broke the kiss and pulled away; you had more important reasons for why you needed to see Ollie. 'Ollie... I have something I need to ask you.' You slipped her off your lap gently and had her stand up before you got to your feet in front of her as well. And then you dropped to one knee. Ollie's eyes widened with confusion. You smiled to hide your nerves. You reached into your pocket and pulled forth a tiny, velvet box. You popped it open, and a single ring sat in the middle. A brilliant ruby shone brightly, set within the thin, interconnected golden bands.

'Kureiji Ollie... will you make me the happiest man in the world, and do me the honour of becoming my beautiful, perfect wife?... Will you marry me?' You were frozen in time as you waited for her answer, you didn't take a single breath, and your heart stopped beating for a moment. Her face was hidden behind her hands so it was hard to tell what she was thinking. Her eyes were still wide and trembling now as they filled with tears, and then she lowered her hands to reveal the most breathtaking smile imaginable. All it took was one word to kickstart your body back into motion and elevate you to cloud nine:

'Yes.'

Life was a whirlwind after that. You could hardly remember what happened over the rest of that night, but you remembered that you and Ollie never left each other's side, and you knew it was the greatest night of either of your lives so far. (It was the best night Ollie could remember from BOTH her first, and her second, undead life.) The wedding was set, and planning was all that occupied both of your lives and thoughts. For a brief period, you both thought of eloping off to Vegas to get officially hitched as quickly as possible, but that wouldn't do, you both still wanted a proper wedding night, even if you couldn't have some large extravagant affair as you tried to keep things under wraps to uphold Ollie's important yet fragile public image as an idol.

Seeing as it was just going to be a very intimate and small occasion then, with only your closest friends and family involved, that meant both the ceremony and reception could be organised rather quickly, and so, it wasn't even a month after your proposal before the fated day was upon you, and you found yourself dressed in your finest tux -- one you bought just for the occasion itself -- standing at the end of the aisle, and waiting for your beloved bride to come strutting down to you.

The venue was still a stunning place, a beautiful vineyard out in the countryside, it was perfect. It was just the right size to host a smaller, cosier ceremony as well as being able to host the reception afterwards, and it was out of the way enough so that there wouldn't be any unwanted attention. And the view was something out of an artist's masterpiece. With a backdrop of rolling, lush, green hills, dotted with bountiful grapevines as far as the eye could see. The sky was just as picturesque, with streaks of crimson and hues of orange and pink reflecting off the few clouds; the sun was setting just as Ollie began her long, slow walk down the aisle.

Your breath caught in your throat, and everything else faded away from view as you couldn't take your eyes off your glorious, blushing bride, she was even more stunning than anything. She'd let her hair down, and her white and red curls fell down past her shoulders, perfectly framing her gorgeous face which was obscured by a thin veil. Her usual choker was replaced with a white one for today, still with a heart in the middle. Her dress was strapless and sleeveless, her shoulders fully exposed as well as a majority of her chest, the tight, pristine dress barely clinging to her small pert breasts, looking like it could slip and fall away at any moment. The dress was very form-fitting, and it was a nice look to see her in a white outfit -- so bright it seemed to be glowing -- instead of her much more common darker clothes. The skirt of her dress followed her legs all the way down to the floor, the tail trailing behind her just a bit, though there was a slit through the front, letting one of her legs free so she wouldn't trip, it also gave a great view of her curvy leg, and showed that she was wearing silky, white stockings up to the middle of her soft, deliciously plump thighs. And to top it all off she wore white high heels that made her walk with such a posture that only further accentuated the sensual curves of her body.

She was the perfect blend of sex, beauty, and serenity.

You couldn't help but smile as she stopped by your side. She handed off her bouquet of black and red roses to her maid of honour and took your hands into her grasp instead. You couldn't take your eyes off of hers as the marriage celebrant got the ceremony underway.

Neither of you looked away during the whole thing, and within the small crowd of emotional onlookers, many a tear was shed during your and Ollie's heartfelt exchange of vows. You presented each other with your rings, that would signify your bond for the rest of your lives. First, you slipped Ollie's onto her finger, a second ring of gold -- much simpler than the engagement ring you gave her earlier, though this one was carved with an inscription of your promise to be together forever -- came to rest against the first ring you gifted her.

'I do,' you said when asked if you'd take her to be your wife.

Ollie took up a matching ring and squeezed your hand gently, gliding the gold over your finger, her shimmering, teary eyes stared into yours and she said the words "I do" as well.

You were announced man and woman and told that you could kiss your bride. You lifted her veil and pressed your lips against hers. It was the sweetest, most fulfilling sensation you'd ever known.

Loud, passionate cheers and applause washed over you both, and the end of the ceremony transitioned into the beginning of the reception. Speeches were given, food was eaten, a cake was cut, and drinks were served. You couldn't have picked better company to keep with you on that day, and the small gathering seemed like the perfect choice, much more meaningful than what a bloated party would've been.

Then you had your first dance together as husband and wife. The small dancefloor that had been laid out for the occasion was cleared for you both, the lights were dimmed low, and the soft slow music played, though you listened more closely to your own drumming heart, as did Ollie as she laid her head against your chest and you held her close. You embraced together and swayed as one, round and round you went, those few minutes felt like a whole hour you got to spend together in your own little world without anything to worry about.

It was a night you'd remember forever, and after your dance you sat back down at your table and enjoyed some of the greatest wine you'd ever had the pleasure of drinking, sampling many of the different harvests and flavours the vineyard had to offer and draining many a bottle before the night was done.

Shortly after that, you were off for your honeymoon. Neither of you had any time to waste and you didn't think there was any point in waiting around when you just wanted to get out and be together in paradise, leaving the world and your usual lives and worries behind.

Ollie was worried about being discreet and keeping out of the public eye, still worried about her image of innocence as an idol, but you assured her that everything would be fine. You both decided upon a tropical beachside resort, Ollie wanting something warm and near the sea, whilst you were more than happy to get the chance to see her in a bikini, imagining how hot her little breasts would look in such a revealing outfit.

The room you booked was huge, bigger than most apartments and extremely lavish. You wouldn't need to leave it for the entire week and you still probably wouldn't get cramped or bored from it. But the nearby beach was too enticing to resist as well, its shimmering, crystal-esque waters seemed to call to you each time you looked upon them. Even the pool of the hotel was something decadent and the likes of which you wouldn't get to experience often, offering a more soothing, heated swim if the waters of the sea were too cold or wild on any of the days you were staying.

Thankfully, it seemed to be a down period for the resort, and there weren't many other guests out and about, though of course someone as beautiful and unique as Ollie would stand out and draw attention no matter where she went and no matter how few people there were. But that seemed unavoidable and neither of you would let it get in your way from enjoying the honeymoon to its fullest.

You spent the first day exploring your surroundings and getting settled in whilst becoming accustomed to the environment and hotel. There was a premium, Michelin-star restaurant connected to the hotel to offer impeccable food service, and most of the day, you took a wonderful, long walk along the delicate, immaculate beach, strolling alongside your bride, hand in hand.

Her loose, sheer robe did nothing to hide her body or the bikini she wore underneath it, and you found yourself struggling not to get a boner along your walk, trying not to ruin the moment... besides, thoughts like that needed to be reserved for later. Her swimsuit of choice for that day was a two-piece bikini, a red and black striped number, and it perfectly clung to her perfect body, like it was made specifically for her. Her chest and her ass looked sexier than you could've ever imagined whilst they were cupped by those thin pieces of fabric.

Though she had modelled this swimsuit for you earlier in your room, it took a lot of convincing from you that her little chest looked great in it before she'd actually go outside wearing it.

Soon though, it was getting darker, and you were both getting hungry, so you made your way back to your room and turned in for the night.

After dinner, you found Ollie on the balcony, her hands gripping the railing as she watched the sun set beyond the ocean's horizon, the calm sea was a glimmering kaleidoscope of beautiful, vibrant colours. You came up behind her, wrapping your arms around her lithe form and pressing your lips against her neck. She trembled and pressed back into your warm embrace. Your hands began to roam her patchwork body, fingers tracing over her stitching. She was still wearing only that loose, lacy robe over her two-piece red and black striped bikini. When your hands reached her chest, she bit her lip and brought her hands up, putting them in your way. You frowned, took her hands in yours, and turned her around to face you.

'Let's go to bed,' you suggested, eager to get the first night of your honeymoon underway, and finally lay with Ollie as husband and wife.

Her fangs were still biting her bottom lip as she meekly nodded and followed you back into the lavish hotel room and over to the king-sized bed. You helped her onto it, and laid her onto her back, pulling away the pillows and clearing the bed of anything that'd get in the way of your love-making. She was still covering her chest as she lay before you. You got on top of her, kissing her lips sweetly. Your hands roamed her body again, rubbing along her arms, her shoulders, her sides, her hips, and her thighs, massaging and groping as they went, loving the feel of her mismatched skin.

Your lips left hers, but kissed down her body, travelling along her neck, to her ears where you licked and nibbled as you whispered how much you loved her. Her breath hitched and she shivered more, goosebumps all over her excited body. You leaned up slightly, your hands moving to her wrists, you moved her arms away from her chest and started to remove what little clothing she still wore.

You slipped her robe from her shoulders, your lips tenderly caressing her bare flesh as it was revealed to you, there was no greater taste in this world than your wife's body. She whimpered and whined, crying out your name barely above a whisper as her hands tangled in your hair and gripped your head tight.

Next to come off was the top of her bikini, you tugged on the strings and it came loose easily enough, letting you push the fabric aside from her itty-bitty chest. Her puffy, perky nipples were perfect, and so were her small breasts.

'W-Wait... n-not there...' She squeezed her eyes shut and squirmed under you.

'It's okay, Ollie.' You looked up at her, your head at her chest. 'Your breasts are so beautiful... they're perfect. I love them so much and I couldn't ask for more. I love them just the way they are, you don't have to be busty at all, I prefer them just like this.' She squirmed more at your words, but looked down into your eyes, finding sincerity and acceptance in your gaze, your love was almost enough to warm her cold zombie heart again.

You cupped her breasts in your hands, squeezing them together and playing with them to your heart's content as you leaned down and started showering them with countless kisses. She arched her back, pressing her chest up against your face as she moaned, her nails scratching at your scalp.

'D-Don't stop...' she breathlessly begged, and you had no intention of disobeying such a command from your new bride. Your lips and tongue were practically glued to her chest, slobbering all over her as you covered every inch of her breasts in licks and kisses before your tongue finally found her sensitive nipples. She gasped loudly and bit her lip again. Your tongue swirled around her tiny, stiff button and coaxed it into your mouth, your lips latching around it firmly as you began to suckle softly.

Meanwhile, your hand was still giving her other nipple plenty of attention, your fingers lightly rubbing over it, pressing down on it before pinching and gently pulling, twisting and tugging carefully so that her pleasure was enhanced by just the right sprinkling of pain.

Your teeth grazed over the nipple you had trapped in your mouth, and while you sucked on Ollie's chest and toyed with her, you kept your eyes open and on her face, watching her reaction the whole time. She writhed and moaned, though she knew better than to try to cover her mouth to muffle her beautiful voice when she was with you, she did still try to bite back her moans and keep somewhat quiet: that wouldn't do.

With a mischievous smirk, you sucked more firmly and let your teeth pinch down on her chest, the suction now strong enough to leave hickeys along her multi-coloured skin. Your hands kept massaging her breasts, one feeding more of her tit into your mouth while the other squeezed and caressed firmly, as if trying to coax out milk that wasn't there. Your thumb flicked over her free nipple, and her cries escalated, reaching a higher pitch as she arched off the bed and called your name.

You pulled your head away from her chest briefly, licking your lips as you looked down at the saliva-coated and love-bite-marked breast, a little more swollen -- especially around her areola -- thanks to your sucking. You didn't give either yourself or her much of a breather before you were diving back in and bringing your head to her other breast, sucking that nipple into your mouth just as ravenously as you had the first.

'Oohh! S-So rough! Nnnh, you're treating my boobs so roughly~!' Ollie cried, still clinging to you tightly. Your lips were sealed air-tight around her nipple, and you kept sucking for all you were worth, while her arms wrapped around you and squeezed you against her small frame more. She was drooling as she lay there at your mercy, in a realm of bliss as you worshipped her flat chest and showed her just how much you loved her tiny breasts.

You breathed heavily through your nose, gently grinding her nipple between your teeth. 'Ollie, your breasts are perfect, aren't they?' you said without taking your head away from her chest.

When you got no response from her -- aside from her turning her head away in embarrassment -- you only turned up the intensity of your boob-sucking. You squeezed harder and your tongue swirled over her faster. She reacted quickly, her voice breaking as she moaned loudly.

'OoOooOOhh!' She squealed and shrieked as her body shook under your oral, chest-loving assault.

'I won't stop till you admit how perfect your breasts are!' you said with your mouth full of her chest.

'Okay! OkaaAAayy~!! M-My boobs are perfect!' You finally eased up and she flopped back, panting harder while covering her face. You couldn't help but feel pride, it seemed like you'd been able to bring her to climax just from playing with her boobs. You pulled away from her breasts, and now that you were done, her grey skin was turning purple around her nipple. You crawled up and moved her hands away from her face before planting multiple kisses over her lips and cheeks.

'I love you so much, Ollie.'

'I love you too.' She kissed you deeply and you happily kissed her back, your heart pounding harder than it ever had before.

You got between her legs, kneeling close to her. You reluctantly broke the kiss, both your breath and hers were laden with desire. You look her over slowly, hands trailing down her body, moving over her shapely legs. You shift back and shuffle lower, kissing her belly and then her thighs, letting your lips travel down her curves and back up again towards her crotch. You pull one of her legs over your shoulder, looking her over as you finally remove her bikini bottoms as well, pulling loose their string and tugging them away from her with ease.

You lick your lips, she was already soaking wet, her scent filling your nostrils, and her taste coating your tongue. You ran a finger through her slick slit, spreading her lips open and revealing her sweet, pink flower before you pressed closer and had a real taste. You kissed her swollen clit which was already peeking out from its hiding place. She writhed and squeezed your head between her thighs.

'F-Fuuck...' she whimpered. Your tongue swiped across her pussy and flicked against her clit, sending shocks through her body and straight to her brain. Her hips bucked against you and she called your name again, you could already tell she was so close. Your lips kissed hers again, and your tongue delved between her folds, exploring only shallowly before it slunk back and you moved away, teasing her, leaving her wanting more.